She Couldn't Resist the Allure of Someone Bigger

She used to be a good girl. She used to be the kind of wife that always had dinner ready when you got home from work and always made sure you were sexually satisfied. If you wanted to fuck, she was eager to spread her legs and let you between them.

Then, something changed. She talked to her friends. She went online. She discovered that you were smaller than most men. She discovered that sex was supposed to feel better than it did for her. She discovered that you weren’t good enough.

She found a solution, though. Your wife’s friend sent him to your house while you were at work. She said that Morris would be exactly what your beautiful wife needed.

That’s how she ended up with a big black dick in her mouth as she sat at the edge of your bed. That’s how she discovered exactly what she was missing. She was converted the moment she saw his cock. She knew she’d been missing out.

Taking him inside her for the first time made it perfectly clear just how inadequate you were as a sexual partner. You were wonderful as a husband in every way but one. Unfortunately, that one way was rather important and your wife needed more. She needed better. She deserved better.

Morris became her bull. He was in your house when you came home from work. In fact, he was in your wife when you came home from work. She was gleefully bouncing on his cock as you walked into the bedroom.

“Honey! What the hell!” you said.

She laughed and kept bouncing on her black bull’s dick. She looked back and smiled at you.

“I’ve been missing out,” she said. “I’m not willing to do that anymore. Now you can watch or you can get the fuck out. I don’t care. Either way I’m fucking his big black cock until he cums inside me.”

After that, Morris became a fixture in your home. He was inside your wife most days when you got home from work. Your dinner was no longer on the table. You were no longer welcome between her legs.

Another man was providing her with the sexual pleasure she craved and your wife wasn’t anywhere near as interested in tending to your needs.

One night, after a week of your wife fucking her black bull every day, you felt compelled to inject yourself back into your marriage.

Your wife emerged from the bathroom before bed. She was naked. As she moved to put on the satin nightgown she always slept in, you approached. You kissed her neck.

“You can’t…” she began.

“I know,” you cut her off. “I’m not going to.”

You gently spun her around and sank to your knees in front of her. You kissed her stomach and her thighs. You kissed towards her pussy.

She moaned as you got closer. You heard the excitement in her voice. She ran her fingers through your hair. She wanted you to taste her.

You licked her pussy. You tasted the cunt that another man had fucked and filled with his cream earlier that day.

“That’s so good,” your wife said.

You’d gone down on her before, but she seemed to find greater pleasure in it this time.

You made her cum that night. You found your place. Your cock throbbed as you licked her.

“Come here,” your wife said as she extended her hand and led you into the bed.

Her fingers encircled your cock as she pulled you close. Pleasure surged through your loins.

“I’m his now,” she said. “My pussy belongs to Morris. I’m sorry, but it’s not yours to fuck anymore.”

You groaned.

“I love you, honey, but you can’t satisfy me like he can. I know it’s unfair, but I’m not willing to let him go. I’m not willing to go back to your cock.”

Her hand felt so good moving up and down your slick cock.

“I’ll give you my hand from time to time, though and I’d like it very much if you used your tongue on me.”

You grunted your acceptance of her terms. You sucked on her nipples.

“Cum for me,” she said.

You did as you were told.

True to her word, your wife didn’t let Morris go. He came over daily. He fucked her at least once, sometimes twice. He gave her the kind of sexual satisfaction that you simply couldn’t provide. He made her cum like you couldn’t.

You took to eating her pussy daily. You pleasured her in an entirely different way. It was the cuckold’s way. You learned to love the taste of Morris’s cum. You learned to love your wife’s hand. You learned to love being a cuckold.