PRUDISH WIFE GIVEN A DARK LESSON By Dr Bone
Right now, even as I write this, my wife is in Florida with her two black lovers parading around in a bikini for them, licking their assholes in a hotel room or taking load after load in her naked pussy for them. To think, a mere two weeks ago she would not have thought of doing it, but that was before her lesson in race relations.
My wife, a teacher at an exclusive prep school was having a diner meeting with the head dean at our apartment. Joy for a woman of forty is pretty sexy with big fat soft tits, the sort you want to put your cock between, a fairly tight waist, and a round full bangable ass. Though she did try to hide her beauty underneath her prudish intellectual clothes, big glasses, dresses that hid her figure, her hair done a mousy brown (I had been trying to get her go blonde for years).
A little back story, this same dean had made a pass at my wife years ago at a faculty party, but he had been drunk, and nothing came of it, as a matter of fact he claims not to have remembered it. My wife let it slide, but in the back of my mind I thought about what if she had taken his offer, the thought of his black cock slamming her turned me on, but I said nothing about it.
With our meal done we went to relax in the living room, little did I know what was going to happen next. I started to zone out and watch a bit of television while they talked over scholastic matters. ?Well there is the problem with that play the creative writing class wants to do.? My wife said in her somewhat nasally squeaky voice.
?Oh! I was unaware there was a problem. What could that be, perchance.? The dean asked.
?Well you know.? My wife began, and then her voice shrank to a whisper, ?It is that word.? The dean looked at her puzzled, ?You know, the ?N? word.? She added for clarity.
?Is that all? I see no problem with that.? He said taking a sip from his drink.
?But we can?t have it, not in a school play.? My wife said hoping for his approval.
?My dear lady, that word has many incantations, besides Johnson who wrote the play is black himself, and probably wanted to send a message with it. Plus there are other uses that are acceptable.?
My wife was quiet as she did not know what to say, then she muttered something about stereotyping.
?There is no such thing as a bad word, just bad uses. If you were to call me that word in the street I would have cause to be cross, no make that angry at you. However in other circumstances I might find it perfectly acceptable to say that word you so despise.?
My wife asked what circumstance that might be, as she had no idea, the dean played a little game of cat and mouse with her, then he relented. ?Suppose I was with a woman, a white woman, and she were my lover, I?d find it perfectly acceptable, and erotically charged, for her to beg for my big nigger cock.? My wife sat there in shock.
?I think that is wrong, it is wrong to use that word.? She said falling back onto familiar ground, ?It plays to so many stereotypes.? She said.
?How so?? He asked.
?Well the, stereotype of black men as these lustful creatures with bigger than average sex organs. Then there is the use of the word. And all that.?
?All that?? he said almost scoffing. ?As for the rest I don?t know what black men you know but the ones I know are bigger than average, any trip through a school locker room would confirm that for you.?
?That would only supply anecdotal evidence at best.? She said.
?Well sometimes that can lead to empirical evidence, so this week why don?t I assign you as locker monitor, and we will meet here next week to discuss it. Okay??
My wife reluctantly agreed to do so, just in the interest of intellectual examination. The first day she ?accidentally? wandered into the locker room she came home shocked. I asked her what had happened. She told me she had gone in under the guise of doing a safety inspection, and some of the boys dropped their towels, engaging in harassing but harmless peer games and? there was a big pause, ?All the black students their members were far outside of the deviation norm.? I scratched my head, when she used that intellectual speak it was to cover something, ?they were all bigger than average.? She said.
That weekend the dean came over to discuss what she had seen and she had to confess it seemed he was correct. ?But why is this not more supported by research?? she asked.
?Research is done by the white establishment, and do you think they would like to support anything that shows black males having an advantage??
My wife conceded that he might have a point. But the other part, about women screaming that word, she wanted to know. The dean said he had seen it firsthand. It took my wife a moment to digest what he had said then her lips formed a perfect ?o? as she caught on.
?As a matter of fact some white males do support this, there is a growing group of film series, literature, even a website devoted to stories of this type called the ?darkwanderer?, in which white husbands happily accept the role of cuckold as their women are satisfied by larger black cocks.
Now I myself regularly visited that website and enjoyed its contents, but this was real, but I could also see what he was hinting at.
?You mean to say husbands get an erotic thrill seeing their wives having sexual congress with other men?? my wife said at bit more nervous than usual.
?Yes they do, it is the thought of seeing their wives as total sexual creatures that turns them on. Why even your own husband might not object to that sort of experimentation.? He said boldly.
My wife turned to me, I told her she was the one that doubted the dean?s theory and maybe she ought to test it firsthand.
?Hmmm! Nicely put.? He said, he turned to my wife, well how about it, why don?t you put your hand down here and see.? He said patting his lap. She told him there was no reason to. ?Look if you are afraid that is one thing, but if it is because you were proven wrong that is another, do you cede my point??
?Not totally, however if this will show I am not afraid.? She said, she then put her hand down on his lap for a moment touching his growing bulge through his suit pants, she pulled her hand away quickly as if from a hot stove.
?Well now that is not going to prove anything, leave you hand down there. Tell me how it feels.? She put her hand back down on his crotch.
?It feels big, but bigger than average I don?t know.? He told her if she was not afraid she could take it out and measure it and prove two points at once, she asked which ones, ?That of cuckolds and of the use of the word.?
She looked to me and I had no objections, she undid his belt, then the snap in his pants, then she unzipped his fly, she hesitated then she reached in, I watched as she pulled out his cock, her hand wearing our wedding ring held his cock straight up, even semi hard it was huge. She stood there stunned. Then he grabbed her hand and had her pull up and down on it. Stunned she followed his lead.
?You know I have had my eye on you for a long time.? He said.
?You have?? she answered back as if in a dream, her eyes through her glasses focused on the dean?s growing penis.
?Yes, and so has most of the staff, and some of the students, you walking around dressed like a little prude, but with the body of a tigress.? She blushed at the compliment. As a matter of fact I want to lick that sweat pussy of yours right now. He said getting to the floor. She tried to protest as he side off her panty hose and panties, then he pulled up his squirt and plunged his tongue into her.
?Oh my! I can?t believe I am doing this in front of my husband.? Oh my!? she said as he lapped away at her pussy. She came and came under the manipulations of his skilled tongue, withering and squirming on the couch. Her breasts heaved and threatened to burst out of her dress. Me I stood there watching on the side.
Then he stood up his cock bigger than before, if that was possible. He spread her legs wide. ?But what about a rubber?? was all she could say, he chuckled, telling her not yet, he had a point to prove. He took his cock and rubbed it against her pussy, then back and forth, she moaned and groaned, he leaned forward kissing her deeply.
Quietly she said ?Please.? Satisfied he asked her ?Please what.? She said ?Please stick your cock in me, I don?t care about the rubber anymore, just please stick it in me.?
?What type of cock is this?? he said pulling it away then smacking her pubic bone with it. She hesitated then said ?A-a-a nigger cock.? Smiling he said good, then told her to use it in a sentence.
?Please stick that nigger cock in me. Please.? He obliged her and shoved it inside of her. I did not think it would fit.
?Oh yes fuck me. Please fuck me! Fuck me with that nigger cock.? She cried.
The professor obliged then after several minutes he called me over to help strip her. I undid her blouse, she tried to say she was sorry to me, but she could also see from my hard on that I approved of her new lover and her new vocabulary. Soon she was totally naked.
?If you don?t mind.? He said indicating that I should help him off with his clothes, playing the role of the submissive in front of my wife. I humbled myself and helped him off with his clothes carefully laying them over a nearby chair. He withdrew from my wife?s pussy, the look of disappointment she had on her face would be etched in my mind forever.
He had her get on her knees in that all too classic of poses, his cock inches from his face. He turned to me, ?I imagine you have a camera, probably a point in shoot, please bring it.? I ran and got the camera from the closet.
?I think you will want photos of this for prosperity.? He said rubbing his cock across her face. My wife asked what was he going to do? He told her he wanted us to have some photos of her sucking his black cock.
As I looked through the viewfinder he put his cock in her face. ?I don?t think I am comfortable with pictures being taken.? She said, in response he took his cock and slapped her across the face hard. ?Let me school you up to something right now missy, you think you know the black man, you don?t know shit. Now you are going to take my cock all the way down that throat of yours. Understood??
Shocked she nodded. She opened her mouth slightly and with that cue her rammed it down her throat, her eyes went wide from the shock of the brutality with which he fucked her mouth. He told her to play with her tits and pussy with her hands. I snapped photo after photo. He told me to strip down as I was going to help him. At that point my nut was going to burst in my pants whether I did something or not so I thought ?Why not??
I was told to put down the camera. We stood on either side of my wife. ?Now a lesson in evolution and preference.? He said, ?Which, with no bullshit does your wife prefer. Okay suck you husband?s cock, that?s it, there is no point in being shy now. Now how did that feel??
?It is okay.? My wife said, then feeling shame for her choice of words. She was asked, whose cock was bigger. My wife had to say the dean?s was. She was then asked whose was smaller, weaker. With more shame she had to say mine was. ?So which is better, tiny white cock, or big nigger dick.? She looked at the floor and said ?Big nigger dick.?
?Good, now put your hands behind your back, you are going to get a reward.? He holding the back of her head, as I walked away to get the camera he slammed his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. She choked and gagged, spit coated her chin like a beard but she did not object to this rough treatment, even as he pinched and twisted her fat stubby nipples.
He took her to our bedroom, and as I watched by the bedside he pounded the living fuck out of her pussy to the point that she was almost in tears. When he pulled out his load flowed from her pussy staining our comforter.
?Oh fuck, I need more of that black cock. I?m sorry honey it feels so good.
Before I knew it he sat on her face and she licked his asshole and balls while he tit fucked her. Then he squatted over her face and fucked her mouth until he came, she swallowed back every drop. After some rest we got dressed.
Next Friday I must take a flight to Miami for a symposium on race relations and would like you to accompany me. My wife said she was not prepared to give any speech until she got the meaning of what she would be doing over there. ?And bring a bikini that will show off those tits of yours.? He said taking for granted that she would say no.
?Oh and I will assume that there will be no problem with Johnson?s play, and the use of the n-word.? My wife said no. ?Good you can tell Johnson that in person as I asked him to come over here for a meeting.
Now I could tell you all the little details, how my wife told me after he left that she did not know what came over her, or how she could not fuck me as her pussy was sore. I could tell you about the hot blowjob she gave me, letting me cum on her tits then licking it off.
But instead let?s skip ahead to the next night. The dean was back and we awaited the arrival of Johnson, the playwright. My wife had thought of trying to back out of the Florida thing but could not bring herself to do it. And truth to tell it turned me on too much to fight her on it.
Johnson showed up, a teen intellectual, he sometimes took himself too seriously. ?Mr. Johnson the dean and I have talked it over and we have decided that your play can go on with all the langue intact.?
?That is great; I think it would suffer if we changed it.? He said, his face lighting up.
?Well, let?s calm down, the play is good, the language appears more for shock value than anything else.? The dean said taking the edge off of Johnson?s joy, until he said that sometimes shock value is a good thing, ?Get?s people to talk.? He said, as a matter of fact we had an interesting discussion the other night about the use of that word, am I right?? he said to my wife.
?Yes.? She said getting nervous.
?As a matter of fact it lead to a whole dialogue concerning race and myths. Come sit over here.? The dean said indicating a spot between himself and Johnson. My wife started to protest but I could see her nipples harden as it hit me with what might occur next.
My wife sat between Johnson and the dean. "It seems that there was some discussion about size and her belief that certain stereotypes cannot be true. Particularly the sexual superiority of the black man."
The dean turned towards my wife, now we have a second sampling for her to study." he said guiding her hand onto his lap.
"But he is a student!" she gasped.
"And what better person to teach him than you?" said the dean, Johnson looked to me and when he saw no objection he undid his pants and pulled out his manhood which was for all appearances bigger than the dean's, meaning it was far bigger than mine.
Johnson looked my way again, the dean reassured him that I was content in my role as a cuckold and would watch and actively assist in aiding my wife in finding true satisfaction with the black man.
"Oh shit this is so fucking good!" Johnson said as my wife reached forward her hand encircling his titanic shaft. The dean undid his own fly and guided her hand towards his own cock.
The dean had me get out my camera to photograph my wife's further interracial submissions. Both men showed off playing with her big tits as she serviced them.
"When you serviced a big cock it is good for your palms to be wet." said the dean having my wife spit into her palms. As she jerked them off they undid her top, then her bra, I grew very excited at the sight of their black hands squeezing her pale white tits.
"Now for the rest of the night what are you going to do?" the dean asked.
"Take care of your cocks." she said submissively.
"And what sort of cocks are they?"
"Big nigger cocks." She replied to which Johnson smiled. With both men watching and taking photos I undressed my wife for their use.
"Do you have a special sexy outfit you wear for him?" Johnson asked. My wife volunteered that she had a lace bodysuit that was so low cut her boobs spilled out of it, it even had snaps on the crotch for easy access. "Good then you will put it on for us."
My wife and I went into the bedroom and I took out the outfit for her. "You know you do not have to do this." I told her in a quiet tone. She told me she knew this but it turned her on so much, being dominated, I told her it turned me on also.
When my wife and I emerged from the bedroom Johnson and the dean had already stripped naked, their cocks were almost perpendicular with the ground and bounced as they walked over to her. She grasped one in each hand and continued the hand jobs she had been giving them before.
The men walked her back into the bedroom. Johnson kissed her deeply and asked her what she wanted most of all. ?To be fucked.? Johnson asked her by what? She said each word slowly and deliberately, ?By you big nigger cocks.? Johnson said those were the words that was going to earn her a good hard fucking.
Johnson had her on her knees on the bed as he entered her from behind, I could hear the wet noise he made as he slid into her, and the gasp she made as he filled her pussy to its limit. He pounded her for ten minutes straight, then the dean took his place, they had her keep her glasses on, liking the nerdy intellectual look. Then to let her rest she took turns sucking their cock while they verbally abused her. They told me to strip or I had to leave the room. I complied, my cock though rock hard felt insignificant compared to that of these brutes.
They then took turns licking her pussy until she could barely speak. As the dean fucked her he asked her if my cock would satisfy her anymore, she said she loved me, the dean told her that was not the question, she said my cock was now too small for her. He laughed saying she proved his theory on what women really craved. The dean told me to go over and lick my wife?s pussy while he fucked her, I hesitated but there was always the option of leaving if I did not obey. I licked her swollen clitoris, trying not to touch his cock, at that close viewpoint I could not believe how much her pussy had stretched out to accommodate his cock.
?Now I want you to lick my shaft as I fuck your wife come on you know what you want to do it come on.? Said the dean. My own wife told me to do it, making the dean and Johnson laugh. Her hands held my head down as she told me it would look so sexy. I did not know what to do, my own boner was throbbing at this point. I stuck out my tongue and it touched his shaft as it went in and out of my wife, satisfying her as I now knew I never could. I could taste her juice on his shaft.
?I guess you have a taste for that nasty black cock too.? Said the dean. Then he pushed me away saying I had had enough. He climaxed in my wife.
Johnson grabbed her and lead her over to the chair, he said down holding up his cock and she squatted down on it. I watched as she bounced on his cock her tits falling out of her bodysuit as she did so. ?Now you know I want to fuck that hot piece of teacher ass again.? Said the dean. ?Come over here and make me hard for your wife.? I hesitated, ?You heard me, come here now.? The dean ordered. As my wife watched the dean held out his cock. ?On your knees boy.? He said. I grasped his shaft turning red in humiliation as my own wife encouraged me. I began to pump it, deep down I marvel on how much bigger and heavier it felt in my hands.
?You like watching your husband do that.? Johnson asked my wife. My wife said yes it did turn her on. He grabbed her hips holding her steady as he performed a series of slow hard thrusts into her making her gasp with each one.
He then pulled out of her making her pout for a moment, he told her to fetch the camera. Johnson took it. The dean told my wife to come over to him. ?Now feed my cock into your husband?s mouth. Don?t be shy. Deep down he knows the black man is superior, and now he is being set free of his hypocrisy.? My wife held his shaft in front of my face. Dripping with sweat she told me in her squeaky voice to ?Do it. Come on honey take this cock in your mouth, come on.? My humiliation was completed by her wiggling it. From my view I could see her huge tits above me, her nipples rock hard from her black sexing. I opened my mouth and she guided his shaft in as Johnson took photographs.
?that?s it baby. Suck on that big black cock.? She said My mouth could barely fit around the shaft it was so big. I was made to lick the dean?s balls then Johnson gave the dean the camera and I had to suck on his cock also.
My humiliation captured on film they turned their attention to my wife, Johnson laid on the bed and my wife got on top of his cock. Then the dean took some lube from our medicine cabinet. He told my wife she was about to be totally owned by black cock now. He opened the snaps on the flap of her bodysuit even further, then lubricating his finger he pushed it into her ass.
?Oh no! You are not going to?.please. I don?t think I can take it.? The dean asked her if she had ever had my cock in her ass. She told him she had, then he told her it had already been trained. The dean worked in two fingers, then three, and finally four. When he was satisfied that she was relaxed enough he go behind her and lined his cock up with her asshole, then he slowly pushed it in. She gasped and moaned. He stopped, then pushed some more.
?Come on take it in your asshole, you want it.? He said as his head slid into her. He let her relax a bit then slowly he started to fuck her ass as Johnson resumed pumping her pussy as he sucked and bit her nipples.
?Oh yes fuck me. I am your slave, fuck me harder please masters, fuck me, own me.? She cried out, it was like I was no longer in the room.
When they were done with her they pulled out, sperm ran out of both of her holes. ?Now boy get on that wife of yours. Give her a fuck.? I did not have to be asked twice. I slid it into her wet and stretched out pussy hole. The dean asked my wife how it felt, she said she could barely feel it it was so small, this made me want to pump her harder. She said my cock could never satisfy her again. I came within a minute adding my spunk to her used holes. I was then asked to leave the bedroom and stood outside as Johnson and the dean fucked her for the whole night through.
In the morning I could hear the shower running, I went in to see my wife and her two lover, they were soaping up her tits and kissing her, as she jerked their shafts off obediently.
When they left the dean said he would put my wife down for a sick day, she was so sore she could hardly walk and actually had to use an ice pack on her privates. We did not talk that day about what had happened. The next day though she went to work and said was would talk when she came home.
That night she arrived a little late, I noticed a stain on her blouse. She told me the truth, she had given Johnson a hand job in the teacher?s lounge. I told her she was putting her job at risk, she said she knew but it excited her so.
That night we went to bed, she grabbed my cock, she said for me not to worry, that she still loved me, but the black cock was such a turn on. Being forced to say they ?n? word and all. She said I must have been turned on also. I told her I was, but that maybe she should have them use a rubber.
?Why?? she asked, I told her she might get pregnant. Then she asked me if the thought of it would turn me on. My cock got still harder in her hand as she said the words. ?Does the thought of me getting knocked up by a nasty black cock turn you on? To know that I am totally owned by a black man, or in this case by a pair of them. To watch my belly swell, my tits filling with milk because of their seed??
She pumped my cock as she talked this nasty talk, and I was turned on. ?Could you imagine the humiliation for you when all your friends and family know that I gave birth to a black man?s child. And believe me I will tell everyone.? I could not take it anymore and blasted my cum all over her tits and the bed.
She got on top of my rubbing her wet pussy back and forth all over my cock. She asked if I wanted to fuck her nigger stretched cunt. My cock got harder. She told me it turned her on to watch me suck on the dean?s dick. It showed what a little wimp I was. My cock got harder. She reached underneath and held my dick up as she mounted me.
?Maybe next time he ought to fuck you with that big black dick and teach you a lesson she said as she began to slide up and down on my dick. ?Teach you what a real man?s cock should feel like.? She said with a little venom in her voice.
?By the way I am going away this weekend with the dean for that symposium, and you know he is going to fuck me the whole time I am away. I am going to be his little whore for the whole weekend. What do you think about that, me, your wife being a black man?s whore for the whole weekend. Being used by him any way he sees fit.? To my shame I exploded in her again.
That Friday she got packed to leave, she gave me a kiss telling me she had to go and got into the cab.
I went in and jerked off at the thought of what my wife would be doing over that long weekend with the dean and Johnson, little did I realized my dreams would pale in comparison with what went on.
I did not hear from my wife all weekend, Monday morning I went to get her at the airport and she looked a mess, her clothes were all disheveled, her hair matted and she could barely talk. When I got her home she went straight to sleep.
The next day when she got up she went straight over to me and got on her knees and started to suck my cock as she undid her top, her nipples had been piereced with huge barbell style nipple rings, and on her left breast was tattooed in big black letters ?Nigger Cock Lover!? and on her right was the words ?4-Ever.?
A few months later she left me for the dean, not that I can blame her, she learned her lesson, which was black cock is just better.
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Right now, even as I write this, my wife is in Florida with her two black lovers parading around in a bikini for them, licking their assholes in a hotel room or taking load after load in her naked pussy for them. To think, a mere two weeks ago she would not have thought of doing it, but that was before her lesson in race relations.
My wife, a teacher at an exclusive prep school was having a diner meeting with the head dean at our apartment. Joy for a woman of forty is pretty sexy with big fat soft tits, the sort you want to put your cock between, a fairly tight waist, and a round full bangable ass. Though she did try to hide her beauty underneath her prudish intellectual clothes, big glasses, dresses that hid her figure, her hair done a mousy brown (I had been trying to get her go blonde for years).
A little back story, this same dean had made a pass at my wife years ago at a faculty party, but he had been drunk, and nothing came of it, as a matter of fact he claims not to have remembered it. My wife let it slide, but in the back of my mind I thought about what if she had taken his offer, the thought of his black cock slamming her turned me on, but I said nothing about it.
With our meal done we went to relax in the living room, little did I know what was going to happen next. I started to zone out and watch a bit of television while they talked over scholastic matters. ?Well there is the problem with that play the creative writing class wants to do.? My wife said in her somewhat nasally squeaky voice.
?Oh! I was unaware there was a problem. What could that be, perchance.? The dean asked.
?Well you know.? My wife began, and then her voice shrank to a whisper, ?It is that word.? The dean looked at her puzzled, ?You know, the ?N? word.? She added for clarity.
?Is that all? I see no problem with that.? He said taking a sip from his drink.
?But we can?t have it, not in a school play.? My wife said hoping for his approval.
?My dear lady, that word has many incantations, besides Johnson who wrote the play is black himself, and probably wanted to send a message with it. Plus there are other uses that are acceptable.?
My wife was quiet as she did not know what to say, then she muttered something about stereotyping.
?There is no such thing as a bad word, just bad uses. If you were to call me that word in the street I would have cause to be cross, no make that angry at you. However in other circumstances I might find it perfectly acceptable to say that word you so despise.?
My wife asked what circumstance that might be, as she had no idea, the dean played a little game of cat and mouse with her, then he relented. ?Suppose I was with a woman, a white woman, and she were my lover, I?d find it perfectly acceptable, and erotically charged, for her to beg for my big nigger cock.? My wife sat there in shock.
?I think that is wrong, it is wrong to use that word.? She said falling back onto familiar ground, ?It plays to so many stereotypes.? She said.
?How so?? He asked.
?Well the, stereotype of black men as these lustful creatures with bigger than average sex organs. Then there is the use of the word. And all that.?
?All that?? he said almost scoffing. ?As for the rest I don?t know what black men you know but the ones I know are bigger than average, any trip through a school locker room would confirm that for you.?
?That would only supply anecdotal evidence at best.? She said.
?Well sometimes that can lead to empirical evidence, so this week why don?t I assign you as locker monitor, and we will meet here next week to discuss it. Okay??
My wife reluctantly agreed to do so, just in the interest of intellectual examination. The first day she ?accidentally? wandered into the locker room she came home shocked. I asked her what had happened. She told me she had gone in under the guise of doing a safety inspection, and some of the boys dropped their towels, engaging in harassing but harmless peer games and? there was a big pause, ?All the black students their members were far outside of the deviation norm.? I scratched my head, when she used that intellectual speak it was to cover something, ?they were all bigger than average.? She said.
That weekend the dean came over to discuss what she had seen and she had to confess it seemed he was correct. ?But why is this not more supported by research?? she asked.
?Research is done by the white establishment, and do you think they would like to support anything that shows black males having an advantage??
My wife conceded that he might have a point. But the other part, about women screaming that word, she wanted to know. The dean said he had seen it firsthand. It took my wife a moment to digest what he had said then her lips formed a perfect ?o? as she caught on.
?As a matter of fact some white males do support this, there is a growing group of film series, literature, even a website devoted to stories of this type called the ?darkwanderer?, in which white husbands happily accept the role of cuckold as their women are satisfied by larger black cocks.
Now I myself regularly visited that website and enjoyed its contents, but this was real, but I could also see what he was hinting at.
?You mean to say husbands get an erotic thrill seeing their wives having sexual congress with other men?? my wife said at bit more nervous than usual.
?Yes they do, it is the thought of seeing their wives as total sexual creatures that turns them on. Why even your own husband might not object to that sort of experimentation.? He said boldly.
My wife turned to me, I told her she was the one that doubted the dean?s theory and maybe she ought to test it firsthand.
?Hmmm! Nicely put.? He said, he turned to my wife, well how about it, why don?t you put your hand down here and see.? He said patting his lap. She told him there was no reason to. ?Look if you are afraid that is one thing, but if it is because you were proven wrong that is another, do you cede my point??
?Not totally, however if this will show I am not afraid.? She said, she then put her hand down on his lap for a moment touching his growing bulge through his suit pants, she pulled her hand away quickly as if from a hot stove.
?Well now that is not going to prove anything, leave you hand down there. Tell me how it feels.? She put her hand back down on his crotch.
?It feels big, but bigger than average I don?t know.? He told her if she was not afraid she could take it out and measure it and prove two points at once, she asked which ones, ?That of cuckolds and of the use of the word.?
She looked to me and I had no objections, she undid his belt, then the snap in his pants, then she unzipped his fly, she hesitated then she reached in, I watched as she pulled out his cock, her hand wearing our wedding ring held his cock straight up, even semi hard it was huge. She stood there stunned. Then he grabbed her hand and had her pull up and down on it. Stunned she followed his lead.
?You know I have had my eye on you for a long time.? He said.
?You have?? she answered back as if in a dream, her eyes through her glasses focused on the dean?s growing penis.
?Yes, and so has most of the staff, and some of the students, you walking around dressed like a little prude, but with the body of a tigress.? She blushed at the compliment. As a matter of fact I want to lick that sweat pussy of yours right now. He said getting to the floor. She tried to protest as he side off her panty hose and panties, then he pulled up his squirt and plunged his tongue into her.
?Oh my! I can?t believe I am doing this in front of my husband.? Oh my!? she said as he lapped away at her pussy. She came and came under the manipulations of his skilled tongue, withering and squirming on the couch. Her breasts heaved and threatened to burst out of her dress. Me I stood there watching on the side.
Then he stood up his cock bigger than before, if that was possible. He spread her legs wide. ?But what about a rubber?? was all she could say, he chuckled, telling her not yet, he had a point to prove. He took his cock and rubbed it against her pussy, then back and forth, she moaned and groaned, he leaned forward kissing her deeply.
Quietly she said ?Please.? Satisfied he asked her ?Please what.? She said ?Please stick your cock in me, I don?t care about the rubber anymore, just please stick it in me.?
?What type of cock is this?? he said pulling it away then smacking her pubic bone with it. She hesitated then said ?A-a-a nigger cock.? Smiling he said good, then told her to use it in a sentence.
?Please stick that nigger cock in me. Please.? He obliged her and shoved it inside of her. I did not think it would fit.
?Oh yes fuck me. Please fuck me! Fuck me with that nigger cock.? She cried.
The professor obliged then after several minutes he called me over to help strip her. I undid her blouse, she tried to say she was sorry to me, but she could also see from my hard on that I approved of her new lover and her new vocabulary. Soon she was totally naked.
?If you don?t mind.? He said indicating that I should help him off with his clothes, playing the role of the submissive in front of my wife. I humbled myself and helped him off with his clothes carefully laying them over a nearby chair. He withdrew from my wife?s pussy, the look of disappointment she had on her face would be etched in my mind forever.
He had her get on her knees in that all too classic of poses, his cock inches from his face. He turned to me, ?I imagine you have a camera, probably a point in shoot, please bring it.? I ran and got the camera from the closet.
?I think you will want photos of this for prosperity.? He said rubbing his cock across her face. My wife asked what was he going to do? He told her he wanted us to have some photos of her sucking his black cock.
As I looked through the viewfinder he put his cock in her face. ?I don?t think I am comfortable with pictures being taken.? She said, in response he took his cock and slapped her across the face hard. ?Let me school you up to something right now missy, you think you know the black man, you don?t know shit. Now you are going to take my cock all the way down that throat of yours. Understood??
Shocked she nodded. She opened her mouth slightly and with that cue her rammed it down her throat, her eyes went wide from the shock of the brutality with which he fucked her mouth. He told her to play with her tits and pussy with her hands. I snapped photo after photo. He told me to strip down as I was going to help him. At that point my nut was going to burst in my pants whether I did something or not so I thought ?Why not??
I was told to put down the camera. We stood on either side of my wife. ?Now a lesson in evolution and preference.? He said, ?Which, with no bullshit does your wife prefer. Okay suck you husband?s cock, that?s it, there is no point in being shy now. Now how did that feel??
?It is okay.? My wife said, then feeling shame for her choice of words. She was asked, whose cock was bigger. My wife had to say the dean?s was. She was then asked whose was smaller, weaker. With more shame she had to say mine was. ?So which is better, tiny white cock, or big nigger dick.? She looked at the floor and said ?Big nigger dick.?
?Good, now put your hands behind your back, you are going to get a reward.? He holding the back of her head, as I walked away to get the camera he slammed his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. She choked and gagged, spit coated her chin like a beard but she did not object to this rough treatment, even as he pinched and twisted her fat stubby nipples.
He took her to our bedroom, and as I watched by the bedside he pounded the living fuck out of her pussy to the point that she was almost in tears. When he pulled out his load flowed from her pussy staining our comforter.
?Oh fuck, I need more of that black cock. I?m sorry honey it feels so good.
Before I knew it he sat on her face and she licked his asshole and balls while he tit fucked her. Then he squatted over her face and fucked her mouth until he came, she swallowed back every drop. After some rest we got dressed.
Next Friday I must take a flight to Miami for a symposium on race relations and would like you to accompany me. My wife said she was not prepared to give any speech until she got the meaning of what she would be doing over there. ?And bring a bikini that will show off those tits of yours.? He said taking for granted that she would say no.
?Oh and I will assume that there will be no problem with Johnson?s play, and the use of the n-word.? My wife said no. ?Good you can tell Johnson that in person as I asked him to come over here for a meeting.
Now I could tell you all the little details, how my wife told me after he left that she did not know what came over her, or how she could not fuck me as her pussy was sore. I could tell you about the hot blowjob she gave me, letting me cum on her tits then licking it off.
But instead let?s skip ahead to the next night. The dean was back and we awaited the arrival of Johnson, the playwright. My wife had thought of trying to back out of the Florida thing but could not bring herself to do it. And truth to tell it turned me on too much to fight her on it.
Johnson showed up, a teen intellectual, he sometimes took himself too seriously. ?Mr. Johnson the dean and I have talked it over and we have decided that your play can go on with all the langue intact.?
?That is great; I think it would suffer if we changed it.? He said, his face lighting up.
?Well, let?s calm down, the play is good, the language appears more for shock value than anything else.? The dean said taking the edge off of Johnson?s joy, until he said that sometimes shock value is a good thing, ?Get?s people to talk.? He said, as a matter of fact we had an interesting discussion the other night about the use of that word, am I right?? he said to my wife.
?Yes.? She said getting nervous.
?As a matter of fact it lead to a whole dialogue concerning race and myths. Come sit over here.? The dean said indicating a spot between himself and Johnson. My wife started to protest but I could see her nipples harden as it hit me with what might occur next.
My wife sat between Johnson and the dean. "It seems that there was some discussion about size and her belief that certain stereotypes cannot be true. Particularly the sexual superiority of the black man."
The dean turned towards my wife, now we have a second sampling for her to study." he said guiding her hand onto his lap.
"But he is a student!" she gasped.
"And what better person to teach him than you?" said the dean, Johnson looked to me and when he saw no objection he undid his pants and pulled out his manhood which was for all appearances bigger than the dean's, meaning it was far bigger than mine.
Johnson looked my way again, the dean reassured him that I was content in my role as a cuckold and would watch and actively assist in aiding my wife in finding true satisfaction with the black man.
"Oh shit this is so fucking good!" Johnson said as my wife reached forward her hand encircling his titanic shaft. The dean undid his own fly and guided her hand towards his own cock.
The dean had me get out my camera to photograph my wife's further interracial submissions. Both men showed off playing with her big tits as she serviced them.
"When you serviced a big cock it is good for your palms to be wet." said the dean having my wife spit into her palms. As she jerked them off they undid her top, then her bra, I grew very excited at the sight of their black hands squeezing her pale white tits.
"Now for the rest of the night what are you going to do?" the dean asked.
"Take care of your cocks." she said submissively.
"And what sort of cocks are they?"
"Big nigger cocks." She replied to which Johnson smiled. With both men watching and taking photos I undressed my wife for their use.
"Do you have a special sexy outfit you wear for him?" Johnson asked. My wife volunteered that she had a lace bodysuit that was so low cut her boobs spilled out of it, it even had snaps on the crotch for easy access. "Good then you will put it on for us."
My wife and I went into the bedroom and I took out the outfit for her. "You know you do not have to do this." I told her in a quiet tone. She told me she knew this but it turned her on so much, being dominated, I told her it turned me on also.
When my wife and I emerged from the bedroom Johnson and the dean had already stripped naked, their cocks were almost perpendicular with the ground and bounced as they walked over to her. She grasped one in each hand and continued the hand jobs she had been giving them before.
The men walked her back into the bedroom. Johnson kissed her deeply and asked her what she wanted most of all. ?To be fucked.? Johnson asked her by what? She said each word slowly and deliberately, ?By you big nigger cocks.? Johnson said those were the words that was going to earn her a good hard fucking.
Johnson had her on her knees on the bed as he entered her from behind, I could hear the wet noise he made as he slid into her, and the gasp she made as he filled her pussy to its limit. He pounded her for ten minutes straight, then the dean took his place, they had her keep her glasses on, liking the nerdy intellectual look. Then to let her rest she took turns sucking their cock while they verbally abused her. They told me to strip or I had to leave the room. I complied, my cock though rock hard felt insignificant compared to that of these brutes.
They then took turns licking her pussy until she could barely speak. As the dean fucked her he asked her if my cock would satisfy her anymore, she said she loved me, the dean told her that was not the question, she said my cock was now too small for her. He laughed saying she proved his theory on what women really craved. The dean told me to go over and lick my wife?s pussy while he fucked her, I hesitated but there was always the option of leaving if I did not obey. I licked her swollen clitoris, trying not to touch his cock, at that close viewpoint I could not believe how much her pussy had stretched out to accommodate his cock.
?Now I want you to lick my shaft as I fuck your wife come on you know what you want to do it come on.? Said the dean. My own wife told me to do it, making the dean and Johnson laugh. Her hands held my head down as she told me it would look so sexy. I did not know what to do, my own boner was throbbing at this point. I stuck out my tongue and it touched his shaft as it went in and out of my wife, satisfying her as I now knew I never could. I could taste her juice on his shaft.
?I guess you have a taste for that nasty black cock too.? Said the dean. Then he pushed me away saying I had had enough. He climaxed in my wife.
Johnson grabbed her and lead her over to the chair, he said down holding up his cock and she squatted down on it. I watched as she bounced on his cock her tits falling out of her bodysuit as she did so. ?Now you know I want to fuck that hot piece of teacher ass again.? Said the dean. ?Come over here and make me hard for your wife.? I hesitated, ?You heard me, come here now.? The dean ordered. As my wife watched the dean held out his cock. ?On your knees boy.? He said. I grasped his shaft turning red in humiliation as my own wife encouraged me. I began to pump it, deep down I marvel on how much bigger and heavier it felt in my hands.
?You like watching your husband do that.? Johnson asked my wife. My wife said yes it did turn her on. He grabbed her hips holding her steady as he performed a series of slow hard thrusts into her making her gasp with each one.
He then pulled out of her making her pout for a moment, he told her to fetch the camera. Johnson took it. The dean told my wife to come over to him. ?Now feed my cock into your husband?s mouth. Don?t be shy. Deep down he knows the black man is superior, and now he is being set free of his hypocrisy.? My wife held his shaft in front of my face. Dripping with sweat she told me in her squeaky voice to ?Do it. Come on honey take this cock in your mouth, come on.? My humiliation was completed by her wiggling it. From my view I could see her huge tits above me, her nipples rock hard from her black sexing. I opened my mouth and she guided his shaft in as Johnson took photographs.
?that?s it baby. Suck on that big black cock.? She said My mouth could barely fit around the shaft it was so big. I was made to lick the dean?s balls then Johnson gave the dean the camera and I had to suck on his cock also.
My humiliation captured on film they turned their attention to my wife, Johnson laid on the bed and my wife got on top of his cock. Then the dean took some lube from our medicine cabinet. He told my wife she was about to be totally owned by black cock now. He opened the snaps on the flap of her bodysuit even further, then lubricating his finger he pushed it into her ass.
?Oh no! You are not going to?.please. I don?t think I can take it.? The dean asked her if she had ever had my cock in her ass. She told him she had, then he told her it had already been trained. The dean worked in two fingers, then three, and finally four. When he was satisfied that she was relaxed enough he go behind her and lined his cock up with her asshole, then he slowly pushed it in. She gasped and moaned. He stopped, then pushed some more.
?Come on take it in your asshole, you want it.? He said as his head slid into her. He let her relax a bit then slowly he started to fuck her ass as Johnson resumed pumping her pussy as he sucked and bit her nipples.
?Oh yes fuck me. I am your slave, fuck me harder please masters, fuck me, own me.? She cried out, it was like I was no longer in the room.
When they were done with her they pulled out, sperm ran out of both of her holes. ?Now boy get on that wife of yours. Give her a fuck.? I did not have to be asked twice. I slid it into her wet and stretched out pussy hole. The dean asked my wife how it felt, she said she could barely feel it it was so small, this made me want to pump her harder. She said my cock could never satisfy her again. I came within a minute adding my spunk to her used holes. I was then asked to leave the bedroom and stood outside as Johnson and the dean fucked her for the whole night through.
In the morning I could hear the shower running, I went in to see my wife and her two lover, they were soaping up her tits and kissing her, as she jerked their shafts off obediently.
When they left the dean said he would put my wife down for a sick day, she was so sore she could hardly walk and actually had to use an ice pack on her privates. We did not talk that day about what had happened. The next day though she went to work and said was would talk when she came home.
That night she arrived a little late, I noticed a stain on her blouse. She told me the truth, she had given Johnson a hand job in the teacher?s lounge. I told her she was putting her job at risk, she said she knew but it excited her so.
That night we went to bed, she grabbed my cock, she said for me not to worry, that she still loved me, but the black cock was such a turn on. Being forced to say they ?n? word and all. She said I must have been turned on also. I told her I was, but that maybe she should have them use a rubber.
?Why?? she asked, I told her she might get pregnant. Then she asked me if the thought of it would turn me on. My cock got still harder in her hand as she said the words. ?Does the thought of me getting knocked up by a nasty black cock turn you on? To know that I am totally owned by a black man, or in this case by a pair of them. To watch my belly swell, my tits filling with milk because of their seed??
She pumped my cock as she talked this nasty talk, and I was turned on. ?Could you imagine the humiliation for you when all your friends and family know that I gave birth to a black man?s child. And believe me I will tell everyone.? I could not take it anymore and blasted my cum all over her tits and the bed.
She got on top of my rubbing her wet pussy back and forth all over my cock. She asked if I wanted to fuck her nigger stretched cunt. My cock got harder. She told me it turned her on to watch me suck on the dean?s dick. It showed what a little wimp I was. My cock got harder. She reached underneath and held my dick up as she mounted me.
?Maybe next time he ought to fuck you with that big black dick and teach you a lesson she said as she began to slide up and down on my dick. ?Teach you what a real man?s cock should feel like.? She said with a little venom in her voice.
?By the way I am going away this weekend with the dean for that symposium, and you know he is going to fuck me the whole time I am away. I am going to be his little whore for the whole weekend. What do you think about that, me, your wife being a black man?s whore for the whole weekend. Being used by him any way he sees fit.? To my shame I exploded in her again.
That Friday she got packed to leave, she gave me a kiss telling me she had to go and got into the cab.
I went in and jerked off at the thought of what my wife would be doing over that long weekend with the dean and Johnson, little did I realized my dreams would pale in comparison with what went on.
I did not hear from my wife all weekend, Monday morning I went to get her at the airport and she looked a mess, her clothes were all disheveled, her hair matted and she could barely talk. When I got her home she went straight to sleep.
The next day when she got up she went straight over to me and got on her knees and started to suck my cock as she undid her top, her nipples had been piereced with huge barbell style nipple rings, and on her left breast was tattooed in big black letters ?Nigger Cock Lover!? and on her right was the words ?4-Ever.?
A few months later she left me for the dean, not that I can blame her, she learned her lesson, which was black cock is just better.
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