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 I Cuckold My Husband Because He Asked Me To Do It

   I am a 25-year-old female, 4' 11" tall, slim, naturally blonde with blue
eyes.  I the man who would later become my husband when I was
twelve-years-old.  We were married when we were seventeen, over 8 years
ago.

   Our "cuck" relationship began when I was working as a temp in London a
couple of years ago.  I went to the park at lunch times, when the sun was
out, and read my book.  I was aware on several occasions that men were
looking at me.

   There was one in particular, a tall black man, who would sit in front of
me and look up my dress.  I found it exciting to think that another man
would show interest in me that way.

   He was there day after day.  I began to change into skimpy undies before
going there, my heart racing, hoping to see him.  One day when the park was
almost empty, I drew my knees up, parted my ankles, and watched him through
dark glasses.  He looked around, saw there was no one around, and took out
his cock.  It was half hard, and thick with veins.  He wanked it for a
while.

   I was shaking with excitement.  When I got home that night, I told my
husband what had happened.  He went quiet for a while.  Then he asked why I
had changed into see-through undies (he had found them when he was looking
for keys in my handbag).  When I blushed, he realized I had been
intentionally teasing the man.

   He told me that I should go there the next day with no underwear at all.
I protested, saying "What kind of slut do you think I am," but it really
excited me, and I could see that the idea excited him too.  I couldn't
sleep that night.  The next day, my husband had laid out a dress that he
said I should wear.  He told me he wanted me to seduce the man, and to fuck
him if the situation was right.

   I reminded him that I had never fucked anyone but him, and I told him I
was satisfied with the sex we had together.  He told me he had often
fanaticized about me being thoroughly serviced by other men, and that he
thought he would enjoy knowing about any such adventures I might have.

   I told him I had hear that men like him were "cuckolds." He said, "Yes
dear, and I want to be your cuckold!" I thought long and hard about what he
was suggesting as I went to work that day.  By noon I had decided that it
that was what my husband wanted, I would do my part to comply.  Besides, it
sounded exciting!

   That afternoon I sat in my usual place in the park, knees drawn up under
my chin, ankles apart, and sure enough the guy was there.  That time the
black guy was wearing thin cotton trousers.

   He did the same as the day before.  He unzipped his trousers, and pulled
out his cock.  That time I was able to see his heavy balls as well as his
thick cock.  I parted my legs and let him see what...  until then...  only
my husband had seen.  I was soaking wet by that time, my heart was banging.


   The man came closer to me, and took my hand.  We didn't say anything.  I
remembered what my husband had said: ""Fuck him if the situation is right."
We got to the public toilet and he checked inside.  It was deserted.  We
went in and he locked the door.  His trousers quickly dropped to the floor.


   I couldn't wait to get the man's cock into my mouth.  I had sucked my
husband's cock many times, but this man's cock looked much bigger.  He was
quite gentle at first, but soon he had me gagging as his cock fully
hardened.  Hard, he must have been around ten inches, and incredibly thick.


   He sat on the toilet and lifted my dress.  Of course I was nude
underneath.  I sat on his lap, facing him as he entered my vagina.  I felt
myself stretch as he gained more and more depth within me.  The pressure on
my clitoris was immense.  It felt so good!  Much better than I had ever
experienced with my husband.

   I had an orgasm almost immediately.  Shortly after my orgasm I felt him
swell, groaning, as he pumped his sperm into my womb.  I was leaking at
work the whole afternoon.  I was happy I was on birth control pills.

   I rang my husband and told him the story.  He told me he was shocked...
but pleased.  When I got home he asked me to tell him the story again.  I
could see his cock was hard.  I begged him to let me do it again with the
black man.  He said, "Of course dear.  I want you to fuck him as often as
you want...  and other guys too, if you wish."

   I told him there was probably some sperm still inside me.  We got
undressed, and I straddled his face so he could clean my unfaithful pussy.
I took him in my mouth as he did so, and I felt his tongue inside me.

   Then, when I knew he was ready, I sat on his cock.  As I did so I
whispered to him that I now knew what other cocks felt like, and that he
(alone) could never satisfy me now.  He smiled and said, "As long as you
always come home and tell me all the details, I want you to be fully
satisfied, and I just want be your cuckold husband."

   I lifted off him even before he climaxed.  It was too much for him, and
he had to masturbate himself.  I chided him that the fucking I had, and the
amount of sperm I received from that black man was amazing.

   I now see Eric (my black lover) a couple of times a week at our house.
We lock the door to the bedroom.  When we are finished, Eric leaves and my
husband cleans me with his tongue, and I jack him off.  He always cums
almost immediately.

   I am looking for another stud, but this time my husband wants to watch
me as another guy fucks me.  I think I can handle that.  I just look
forward to trying a variety of guys, a variety of fucking techniques, and a
variety of cocks...  since my husband wants me to cuckold him.

   Other than our cuckold relationship in sexual matters, our relationship
remains as it always has.  I believe he still loves me, and I still love
him.