Inside the Mind of a Married BBC Slut - Part 1

While it’s fair to think there’s something racially problematic about interracial cuckolding, there’s no denying it brings great pleasure to a wide swath of people. Inside the Mind of a Married BBC Slut is inspired by those people, particularly the couples and hotwives that post at BlacktoWhite.net. Each entry in this ongoing series will be inspired by a post from that lovely forum, so no matter how outlandish the tales seem to be, know that someone, somewhere, has experienced them.

I didn’t plan on making my husband a pussy free cuckold. I really didn’t. I thought welcoming the occasional black guy into our bed would be a fun way to spice things up. I didn’t think it would end up with my husband playing the part of a subservient cuckold while my pussy was reserved for black cock. That’s what happened, though

I probably lucked out the first time. It’s not true that all black men have huge cocks or that they all fuck white women so much better than white guys can (believe me, I know). What is true is that the first black guy I fucked (his name was Darren, and he was gorgeous) completely blew my mind. He had a very big cock, but we screened for that. We made sure to get pictures to prove it.

It’s also true that I’d never been fucked like Darren fucked me. It was hard. I mean, really hard. It was the first time I’d ever felt like someone had taken ownership of my pussy. It was the first time I’d ever experienced anything like that. Darren wanted to make me feel good – he was very clear about that – but he had a particular way of going about that. It was like he wanted to overwhelm me with his cock, and hot damn if he didn’t manage to do that.

I remember seeing stars after the first orgasms. Has that ever happened to you? You actually see little flickering dots that looks like stars because you’ve experienced something so intense that your brain stops functioning properly for a few moments? That’s what happened to me that first time.

At first I thought I was going to hate it. Darren was bigger than any guy I’d had inside me and for a little while it was actually kind of painful. He took his time to help me get used to his size, but it still fucking hurt to get stretched out like that. Then, at some point it slowly switched over. That sense of fullness became pleasurable. Darren’s desire to pound the hell out of me turned into a hugely thrilling experience.

I’ve had sex with guys with all sorts of stamina levels. Some, like my husband, tend to cum really quickly. It’s not always bad, but if you want a truly good fucking it’s disappointing. Some tend to last a lot longer. I don’t know why, but most of the black guys I’ve been with last a lot longer. Maybe it’s because the ones that cum quickly don’t go out there and advertise themselves as bulls for white couples. Who knows? All I know is that Darren lasted a long time. It was long enough that I felt completely exhausted – in a good way – by the time it was over.

I was sweaty. My legs were trembling. My pussy was sore. I’d had two orgasms and Darren had filled his condom with an impressive-looking load of cum (I know it’s stilly to find the volume of a man’s cum kind of hot, but I do like a heavy cummer). It was the most overwhelming sexual experience I’d ever had, and in the best way possible.

Looking back, I’m pretty sure the seeds of my husband’s eventual pussy free existence started that night. I was too out of it to pay much attention, but Darren looked over at Chris and said, “I think your husband would like to taste your pussy after all that fucking.”

I looked at Chris, who was sitting in one of those mildly-comfortable armchairs you sometimes find in hotel rooms and saw that wild, lusty look on his face that any woman that’s cuckolded her husband is familiar with. His dick was hard as a rock and he’d managed to hold off on cumming – at my request – so he was still all charged up, erotically speaking.

I’ll admit to not being overly familiar with the cuckold fantasy at that point. I hadn’t really done much investigating before cuckolding Chris. I just thought it would be hot to fuck someone else and to fuck a black guy for the first time and Chris seemed so into it (like, he was really, crazily, overwhelmingly into it before I cuckolded him) that I just jumped into it.

I mention that because I was surprised by the notion that he’d want to lick my pussy after someone else had been inside me. Obviously, I had a lot to learn about the cuckold fantasy, but I don’t remember feeling judgmental about my husband’s desire. I honestly remember thinking it seemed kind of kinky and if it was going to turn him on then I was all for it.

“Is he right?” I asked. “Do you want to taste my pussy?”

Darren slid a little closer and moved his hand – he had huge hands – up my stomach. He played with my breasts in a possessive kind of way and I couldn’t help but enjoy the look on Chris’s face. Again, it was that wonderful look I now recognize as pure cuckold delight.

“Yes,” Chris said as his eyes followed Darren’s hand down my stomach and between my legs.

“A cuck deserves pleasure too,” Darren said. I wasn’t the first white wife he’d fucked, as you probably guessed. “You should let him crawl between your legs and lick where I’ve been.”

Darren gently spread my pussy lips as I watched Chris’s face. He maintained a firm grip on his cock and stroked himself slowly as he watched another man play with my body. I felt a surprising kind of arousal building again. Amazingly, it seemed that I already wanted more of what Darren had given me.

“Come taste my pussy,” I said. “But be gentle. I’m sore.”

Chris hopped out of the chair and rushed towards the bed. I spread my legs to welcome him between them and Darren’s hand moved to my breasts once more.

“Don’t just stare at it, cuck,” Darren said. “Kiss it. Kiss those sore pussy lips.”

I felt Chris’s lips kiss me where Darren had been. I was genuinely sore from the pounding I’d taken but his touch felt light and soothing.

“Now put your tongue inside her, cuck,” Darren instructed. “Taste the pussy I just fucked.”

Darren kissed me the moment Chris’s tongue slid into my pussy. It was a fervent kind of kiss, too. His tongue was active and eager in my mouth and I couldn’t help but get hugely turned on. It was incredible.

After the kiss I looked between Darren’s legs and saw he was hard again. I couldn’t believe it. He seemed to read the arousal I felt as he asked, “You want more?”

I nodded. It’d just taken the hardest pounding of my life and I wanted more.

“Get out of the way, cuck,” Darren said. “Go back to your chair.”

Chris looked up at me and I just nodded. I know he wanted his reward but I couldn’t help it. I had to have Darren again.

He went back to his chair, Darren put on another condom, and soon enough he was inside me again. Soon enough my body was engulfed in that sense of overwhelming pleasure once more. Again, I know I got lucky by finding such a skilled, sexy, well-hung guy the first time I went black. That made all the difference, because once that night was over I wanted more. Lots more.

It was a long, long time before Chris actually became the pussy free cuckold he is today, but it certainly started that night in the hotel room we shared with Darren.