hi, I have been flirting via chat and phone with a women who likes the cuckold concept and is big into BBC. I sent her this email this morning. She replied back that it was hot! what do you think?
Here is the email to her, names have been changed to protect the horny. Let's call her Angel.
hi Angel,
I woke up with a morning stiffy. I wish you were here with me, by my side.
Not that I would expect you to want to have sex with me. but you might cuddle up by my side and help me over come temptation to jerk off. I could imagine you curling up into me, "Don't touch it sweetie, nice boys don't tug their wee wees like animals. What happened that you got a boner? Were you thinking about how I was being a black cock slut last night, fucking Tyrone?"
Angel, I could imagine your hand gently runs the length of my penis, "Oh so hard! What were you thinking? I hope you weren't thinking of how whore like I was on all 4s getting Tyrone's big cock from behind as I sucked his cousin's fat dick. I was so shameless. Tell me you love me and would never treat me the horrible way they do."
As I promise my undying love; and that I would never sully your beautiful body they way the do, you might pause, hold my penis up to look at it and say "Not that you are equipped to sully any woman with this little white weenie." Then you push it down between my legs, releasing it, watching it swing up, slap my belly and bounce back, coming to rest quaveringly erect, pointing at the ceiling. You might giggle, "it is sorta cute though."
You roll your back to me, spooning with me, "Now sweetie, I need my rest so I will be fresh and relaxed for tonight, Tyrone said he is coming back tonight with his cousin again. So go to sleep. But I don't want you touching your pee pee while I sleep, so I want to know where you hands are. So put them around me, you should cup my breasts. There, now I will fall asleep knowing where you hands are. You grind your bottom into my penis, "Oh, and try to go soft, you know I want you to be a good boy."
You fall asleep to perhaps dream of Big Black Cocks as I gently hold you, arms around you, my stiffy up against your back as I try to think how wonderful to be married to you. I wonder if I were more assertive, if our sex life would be better. "Night, night sweetie" I say, kissing the back of your neck.
Angel wrote back "Dam. That was hot. It's hot how u r so willing. Eager even to embarrass urself. Showing even in ur note how u submit to blk men lol."
What do you think?
Waking up next to her the morning after
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-Christopher
Re: Waking up next to her the morning after
Hi Angel,
2:30 am wide awake, can't sleep. I'm stroking my penis thinking of you. Remember last week when I imagined what it could be like for us waking up as a couple? Hot! I hope this is as hot. It is long, you may want to read it when you are home, relaxed. it is now 6! (3 hours plus, it won't take too long to read, but it was a while to write. Of course during the writing of it, I had to pause to touch my wee wee.)
Chris
Angel,
Now I'm thinking of us going to bed. I am in bed first. Maybe I have my pinstripe pajamas on, and like I'm doing tonight, I'm stroking my penis as it stick up out of the front of the pjs. I look at the clock, 2:30. I pull out my phone to look at a picture of you in a sheer, lace nightie we got for your & Tyron's anniversary celebration and start tugging faster on my cock, The pic shows how sexy you looked in that Nightie. It shows your nipples are hard as you posed for the pic to send to Tyron to excite him about seeing you soon. I remember how you were so wet and excited having me take the picture to send him.
My penis is so hard, it sticks from my PJ's as I am drooling with excitement looking at the pic we took of you. Suddenly, I realize 2:30?! You will be home soon. I think I better beat off quickly & cum while I have time to finish & clean up before you get back. Looking intensely at the sexy picture, I don't notice you have entered the room until I hear you gasp, "Oh Christopher! You promised while I was off pulling a train, you were going to be a good boy and wait to do your dribbles when I got home. Instead I walk in our room and find you beating off as fast as you can, just like a monkey in the zoo!"
I stuff my penis into my PJ, "I , I, I'm sorry honey. Sometimes I'm alone and get so horny." I blush, turning red. My pee pee goes soft, as I am sad I was so close to betraying you.
You sit on the edge of the bed, "Chris, How hard do you think it was for me to go off tonight knowing Tyron spent part of his week to set up a gang bang with him and 4 of his relatives? I felt such pressure knowing he wants his father, uncle and two sons to see he has the best, sluttiest, married white wife who is a black cock whore. My knees were shaking as I pushed the button in his building's elevator to go up to his place. I felt such pressure knowing all those men were waiting for me to help them get their giant black cocks off as much as they wanted in any of my holes they choose."
You sniffle, "So, now I come home and find you tugging your aroused pee pee just like you are a single guy, not a married man waiting for his wife. Your are my husband, but I come home and find you looking at nudie pictures just like some single guy that wanks off in his bed when ever he wants. "
I see how disappointed you are in me and cast my eyes down, I whimper, "Angel, it wasn't like I was looking at internet porn like when I was single. It was the picture we took to send to Tyron two months ago as you were planning your weekend celebration with him of the 3rd anniversary of his consummating our marriage during the honeymoon." I pat your shoulder in what I hope seems reassuring.
Your shoulder stiffen, I fell your muscles tense up a little, you say, "omg, you mean you were looking at the picture of me in that lace nightie? The pic where I am lifting the hem with my legs spread to show Tyron how my pussy is wet and glistening because I was anticipating a weekend away with him. I can't believe you think it was okay to stroke yourself all alone and look at that picture. Tyron put that picture up on the web, it has been viewed over six thousand time. You were looking at that picture, so you were looking at Internet porn!" You shudder and pull your shoulder away, "and you were trying to come with no concern for our marriage!"
"I do remember to think of our marriage." I say. I point to the picture frame on the wall, "there is the thank you letter I wrote after the third night of the honeymoon when you remembered I hadn't cum since before the wedding, and you broke away from Tyron for a few minutes and showed me your tits so I could beat off. There is the letter I wrote to thank him for giving you a five minute break for you to visit me in my room. And he framed the letter and gave it to you on our 1st anniversary. Remember, that night! Our first anniversary, remember he sent a limo to drive us to a romantic dinner for two. He waited at our place, and when we got back, he gave us our presents. you got that framed letter. And he gave me those pajamas with the teddy bear print, a giant one-piece with arms and legs and even sock like feet sewn in, so just my head and hands were uncovered. He said it would keep me warm at night, since I would be sleeping alone. It had the flap in back so I didn't have to take if off to go to the bathroom in the night. (although it was funny it had no fly in front, remember how even to just take a pee, i had to drop the flap in back and sit, even to pee. I felt it was girlish to wear the thing and sit to pee, and you said absolutely not. and pointed out the teddy bears printed on the fabric wore little blue ribbons around their necks. blue, showing it was for boys.) I went off on a tangent, back that that first anniversary night. Well after the presents, he got me squared away in the guest room bed. You two were on our bed. He used you for hours. The squeaking of the bed made me worry it would break, and you were moaning so much, i was concerned that your pussy would be sore all week. and then around 5 am the squeaking and moaning stopped. it was quiet. I actually heard him as he told you, "you look tired, give yourself a five minute break, wash your face, and go check on Chris in the guest room. If he is awake, maybe you can let him see you and he can jerk off, just like the honeymoon.' I was so excited to cum on our anniversary, my penis was erect making a tent in the front of the one-zie as you arrived. But no fly! you had my try stroking it thru the material, it sort of worked, but was taking to long, and you came up with the suggestion of dropping the flap in back, and that if i brought my knees way forward over my chest, maybe the flap would get pulled forward from my butt and my penis might pop out. and you were right and i could reach it to stroke, but it was hard to keep my legs there, and if i relaxed just a bit, my legs went up some, the PJs moved, the flap settle, and my penis was back inside. you helped hold my legs to my chest so my pee pee would stick out the flap. you even took some pics on your phone to show Tyron how I was able to come on the honeymoon while wearing my anniversary present jamies.
We were on the bed, talking about myselfish masturbating. And I had talked to much about the thank you letter I wrote to Tyron and how it came back as an anniversary present. But the jist of my telling you about that, was to say, I do care about our marriage.
You turn to look at me, "that's the man I married, caring, thoughtful, waiting for a special moment for us. tonight I come home and find you jerking off all alone." You give a big sigh, "to think, 7 hours ago, I was sitting in front of you with my legs spread totally wide, trusting you to look at my pussy and check there were no stray hairs before I left to pull a train with all those men. Now I have to wonder, were you thinking of helping your nervous wife make sure her pussy was good enough for all those men? Chris, this wasn't one of my ordinary gangbang, but a party where all the men are of Tyron's family. Now having found you jerking off, I don't know if when you put away the tweezers, and told me my pussy didn't have a stray hair anywhere near it... Well, were you concerned my pussy was all ready to impress all those black men, or were you just trying to rush me out of the house so you could play with your penis?!"
I stammer, "I do care about our marriage and you being ready for Tyron's party, I remember how proud you were to show me the invitations he sent out. What did the invitation say, 'Come to my Slut Fuck Fest. You can cum in my married white whore as much as you want"? I know I just asked a question, but I don't wait for you to answer, as we both know that is what the invitation said. After all, we each remember the night at home when you read it aloud to me over and over as I was licking your pussy. Damn, you were hot that night, grinding your pussy in my face. You even let me push a big black dildo in and out of you. So, I don't wait for you to answer about remembering his invitation, I go on, "Sweetie, I know how you wanted this night to be perfect, So I did take care of your pussy, I spent half an hour with my face inches from your pussy, getting it just right, I know you like it to be perfect for fucking black men. " I add, hoping it let's you see that I am not such a selfish, wanking husband, "Remember how I even slipped a finger in to your pussy to test that you were getting really wet enough. I held my glistening finger up and said, 'Honey, look how wet you are! I think we can say your pussy is so ready to take all those big cocks at the party.' "
On the edge of the bed, you smile weakly, "that was sweet of you. You looked so cute holding the tweezers in one hand and holding up your finger with my pussy juice on the other, you had a big smile, knowing I was happy about the night. I even patted you on the head and said 'good boy!' But then I didn't know that as soon as I went out the door, you were going to be rushing to look at internet porn and tug on your pee pee!" as you say that last part, your shoulders slump.
I sit Indian style on the bed by you, your sitting up, sort of rigid. I think you look so unhappy. You go on, I was glowing walking up the walk to our place, thinking how lucky I am to have a hubby like you. You know why?"
I shake my head, feeling like such a bad cuckold, what was I thinking that I let myself feel my penis without you by my side. It is as much your penis as mine, we've talked about that in the past. but I can't express that now, you just asked if I know why you felt lucky coming up the walk. I shake my head and say "no, why?"
Well, earlier tonight, I was riding the elevator to his floor, nervous about being a good enough black cock whore to please them all, all, and remember that includes TWO teenage men. We know how many times their cocks can come And I think to myself, 5 men, two are teenaged. Suddenly I'm thinking I will be leaving the party with so much black cum in me, that on the drive home, it will soak through my clothes and make a mess on the car seat. I wonder if I am lucky enough to have an absorbent pad in my purse. My legs were already shaking legs, now wondering if I had a pad with me, even my hands were shaking. I open my purse to see if there might be a pad somewhere in it. And there, right on top I see an "extra absorbent" pad, that I knew you put there for me. I felt so good because you were taking such good care of me. I closed my purse, the elevator opened, and I strutted into that party a happily married white whore ready for my pussy to be fucked by all the black men there. I sassily went right to Tyron and boldly French kissed him, squeezed his pants, feeling his fat cock knowing I'm a very well married, black cock whore."
You look at me, as if measuring the man you married. "But that all changed ten minutes ago, when I found you tugging away on your penis, ready to cum in your hand like a pubescent boy. But you aren't a pubescent boy, you are married, and you told me, your wife, that you would wait for me. I don't know what to do."
You shrug, nonchalantly, "Walking to our door, I was planning to have you lie on your back. I would take off my panties and the pad, telling you how glad I was to find it in my purse. And then I would lower my totally black fucked pussy to your face. I was smiling thinking that I am not an ordinary white slut to black cock who has to go home alone and used, just to be lonely. I have a sissy hubby to clean out all that black cum. That with my hub, I don't feel ashamed that I am a black cock slut. I was thinking how even though I am so tired, you and I could bond, as my pussy gets to be freshened up from all the black jizz. I was imagining as you suck and swallow all the black cum from me, my pussy would again be a nice, and white and married pussy. Chris, I even imaging that instead of leaning up and holding the headboard as you lick the goo from me, I was thinking.. well, that I might face your feet and take your little white pee pee in my own hands, and stroke it for you. I was thinking that instead of you jerking it off yourself, like I normally let you do after you clean my black fucked pussy, I was going to tell you 'good boy' and let you cum in my hand. My hand!" you look at me, sigh gently, "oh well, we both know that's not likely to happen now."
You pat my knee, saying, "Come on now, I still have to clean up. I think Mr. Masturbator should run a bath for me and I will clean up there. You can wash my hair, it has cum in it from the boys wiping their cocks off in it. Chris, you will probably have to go to bed without coming. But bring your phone with you to the bathroom. If I relax enough, you just might get permission to jerk off into the toilet."
I can see you are perking up, relaxing at the idea of the bubble bath. Maybe you even like the idea of seeing my thankful for permission to kneel in front of the toilet to beat off and flush away my white spermies, while you gently relax in a warm bubble bath after all the hard black cocks you were satisfying all night.
I pick up my phone from were it dropped when you found me jerking off. I also reach for the tube of lube.
You say, 'No lube for you. When you want some moisture, you may nicely, nicely mind you, ask me for the soaking wet pad from my pussy. If you are a lucky boy, you can wrap the wet pad full of the black cum that dripped from your wife's pussy. With the pad and black cum wrapped around your penis, you might get to stroke off into the toilet.
I smile, feeling I can see you are already getting close to forgiving me. I'll make sure I show plenty of love for you as you bathe, and I kneel before the toilet to jerk off with the pad from your pussy. I'm even hopeful, that instead of making me face the toilet and look at my phone, that you might let me face the tub and see you naked and relaxing?
As I take your hand and we walk towards the bathroom, I asked, "did the boys really use your hair like a rag to wipe off their cocks?" I can't imagine showing such disrespect to you. But then i remember you caught my masturbating by myself. But I don't want to disturb the moment, We are a couple with a pussy to clean up, and maybe a penis to make do squirties.
In the bathroom, I smile as I help you lower your panties. The pad sticks for a moment to your pussy, before dropping off into crotch of the panties lowered to your knees. the pad falls, followed by the flowing of about a teacup's worth of cum that gushes from you, splashing onto the floor. "Oh honey, they came so much! you get in the tub, I'll clean this up." I rush off to get cleaning supplies, my little white balls jiggling between my white butt cheeks. I hear you settle into the tub and you call out after me, "good boy!". We are back in love again!
the end
Angel, thoughts of you, can really inspire me to think of slut wife and cuckold husband lifestyle. We can really get hot together, it is so nice you think like me in so many ways. Or maybe I think like you.
2:30 am wide awake, can't sleep. I'm stroking my penis thinking of you. Remember last week when I imagined what it could be like for us waking up as a couple? Hot! I hope this is as hot. It is long, you may want to read it when you are home, relaxed. it is now 6! (3 hours plus, it won't take too long to read, but it was a while to write. Of course during the writing of it, I had to pause to touch my wee wee.)
Chris
Angel,
Now I'm thinking of us going to bed. I am in bed first. Maybe I have my pinstripe pajamas on, and like I'm doing tonight, I'm stroking my penis as it stick up out of the front of the pjs. I look at the clock, 2:30. I pull out my phone to look at a picture of you in a sheer, lace nightie we got for your & Tyron's anniversary celebration and start tugging faster on my cock, The pic shows how sexy you looked in that Nightie. It shows your nipples are hard as you posed for the pic to send to Tyron to excite him about seeing you soon. I remember how you were so wet and excited having me take the picture to send him.
My penis is so hard, it sticks from my PJ's as I am drooling with excitement looking at the pic we took of you. Suddenly, I realize 2:30?! You will be home soon. I think I better beat off quickly & cum while I have time to finish & clean up before you get back. Looking intensely at the sexy picture, I don't notice you have entered the room until I hear you gasp, "Oh Christopher! You promised while I was off pulling a train, you were going to be a good boy and wait to do your dribbles when I got home. Instead I walk in our room and find you beating off as fast as you can, just like a monkey in the zoo!"
I stuff my penis into my PJ, "I , I, I'm sorry honey. Sometimes I'm alone and get so horny." I blush, turning red. My pee pee goes soft, as I am sad I was so close to betraying you.
You sit on the edge of the bed, "Chris, How hard do you think it was for me to go off tonight knowing Tyron spent part of his week to set up a gang bang with him and 4 of his relatives? I felt such pressure knowing he wants his father, uncle and two sons to see he has the best, sluttiest, married white wife who is a black cock whore. My knees were shaking as I pushed the button in his building's elevator to go up to his place. I felt such pressure knowing all those men were waiting for me to help them get their giant black cocks off as much as they wanted in any of my holes they choose."
You sniffle, "So, now I come home and find you tugging your aroused pee pee just like you are a single guy, not a married man waiting for his wife. Your are my husband, but I come home and find you looking at nudie pictures just like some single guy that wanks off in his bed when ever he wants. "
I see how disappointed you are in me and cast my eyes down, I whimper, "Angel, it wasn't like I was looking at internet porn like when I was single. It was the picture we took to send to Tyron two months ago as you were planning your weekend celebration with him of the 3rd anniversary of his consummating our marriage during the honeymoon." I pat your shoulder in what I hope seems reassuring.
Your shoulder stiffen, I fell your muscles tense up a little, you say, "omg, you mean you were looking at the picture of me in that lace nightie? The pic where I am lifting the hem with my legs spread to show Tyron how my pussy is wet and glistening because I was anticipating a weekend away with him. I can't believe you think it was okay to stroke yourself all alone and look at that picture. Tyron put that picture up on the web, it has been viewed over six thousand time. You were looking at that picture, so you were looking at Internet porn!" You shudder and pull your shoulder away, "and you were trying to come with no concern for our marriage!"
"I do remember to think of our marriage." I say. I point to the picture frame on the wall, "there is the thank you letter I wrote after the third night of the honeymoon when you remembered I hadn't cum since before the wedding, and you broke away from Tyron for a few minutes and showed me your tits so I could beat off. There is the letter I wrote to thank him for giving you a five minute break for you to visit me in my room. And he framed the letter and gave it to you on our 1st anniversary. Remember, that night! Our first anniversary, remember he sent a limo to drive us to a romantic dinner for two. He waited at our place, and when we got back, he gave us our presents. you got that framed letter. And he gave me those pajamas with the teddy bear print, a giant one-piece with arms and legs and even sock like feet sewn in, so just my head and hands were uncovered. He said it would keep me warm at night, since I would be sleeping alone. It had the flap in back so I didn't have to take if off to go to the bathroom in the night. (although it was funny it had no fly in front, remember how even to just take a pee, i had to drop the flap in back and sit, even to pee. I felt it was girlish to wear the thing and sit to pee, and you said absolutely not. and pointed out the teddy bears printed on the fabric wore little blue ribbons around their necks. blue, showing it was for boys.) I went off on a tangent, back that that first anniversary night. Well after the presents, he got me squared away in the guest room bed. You two were on our bed. He used you for hours. The squeaking of the bed made me worry it would break, and you were moaning so much, i was concerned that your pussy would be sore all week. and then around 5 am the squeaking and moaning stopped. it was quiet. I actually heard him as he told you, "you look tired, give yourself a five minute break, wash your face, and go check on Chris in the guest room. If he is awake, maybe you can let him see you and he can jerk off, just like the honeymoon.' I was so excited to cum on our anniversary, my penis was erect making a tent in the front of the one-zie as you arrived. But no fly! you had my try stroking it thru the material, it sort of worked, but was taking to long, and you came up with the suggestion of dropping the flap in back, and that if i brought my knees way forward over my chest, maybe the flap would get pulled forward from my butt and my penis might pop out. and you were right and i could reach it to stroke, but it was hard to keep my legs there, and if i relaxed just a bit, my legs went up some, the PJs moved, the flap settle, and my penis was back inside. you helped hold my legs to my chest so my pee pee would stick out the flap. you even took some pics on your phone to show Tyron how I was able to come on the honeymoon while wearing my anniversary present jamies.
We were on the bed, talking about myselfish masturbating. And I had talked to much about the thank you letter I wrote to Tyron and how it came back as an anniversary present. But the jist of my telling you about that, was to say, I do care about our marriage.
You turn to look at me, "that's the man I married, caring, thoughtful, waiting for a special moment for us. tonight I come home and find you jerking off all alone." You give a big sigh, "to think, 7 hours ago, I was sitting in front of you with my legs spread totally wide, trusting you to look at my pussy and check there were no stray hairs before I left to pull a train with all those men. Now I have to wonder, were you thinking of helping your nervous wife make sure her pussy was good enough for all those men? Chris, this wasn't one of my ordinary gangbang, but a party where all the men are of Tyron's family. Now having found you jerking off, I don't know if when you put away the tweezers, and told me my pussy didn't have a stray hair anywhere near it... Well, were you concerned my pussy was all ready to impress all those black men, or were you just trying to rush me out of the house so you could play with your penis?!"
I stammer, "I do care about our marriage and you being ready for Tyron's party, I remember how proud you were to show me the invitations he sent out. What did the invitation say, 'Come to my Slut Fuck Fest. You can cum in my married white whore as much as you want"? I know I just asked a question, but I don't wait for you to answer, as we both know that is what the invitation said. After all, we each remember the night at home when you read it aloud to me over and over as I was licking your pussy. Damn, you were hot that night, grinding your pussy in my face. You even let me push a big black dildo in and out of you. So, I don't wait for you to answer about remembering his invitation, I go on, "Sweetie, I know how you wanted this night to be perfect, So I did take care of your pussy, I spent half an hour with my face inches from your pussy, getting it just right, I know you like it to be perfect for fucking black men. " I add, hoping it let's you see that I am not such a selfish, wanking husband, "Remember how I even slipped a finger in to your pussy to test that you were getting really wet enough. I held my glistening finger up and said, 'Honey, look how wet you are! I think we can say your pussy is so ready to take all those big cocks at the party.' "
On the edge of the bed, you smile weakly, "that was sweet of you. You looked so cute holding the tweezers in one hand and holding up your finger with my pussy juice on the other, you had a big smile, knowing I was happy about the night. I even patted you on the head and said 'good boy!' But then I didn't know that as soon as I went out the door, you were going to be rushing to look at internet porn and tug on your pee pee!" as you say that last part, your shoulders slump.
I sit Indian style on the bed by you, your sitting up, sort of rigid. I think you look so unhappy. You go on, I was glowing walking up the walk to our place, thinking how lucky I am to have a hubby like you. You know why?"
I shake my head, feeling like such a bad cuckold, what was I thinking that I let myself feel my penis without you by my side. It is as much your penis as mine, we've talked about that in the past. but I can't express that now, you just asked if I know why you felt lucky coming up the walk. I shake my head and say "no, why?"
Well, earlier tonight, I was riding the elevator to his floor, nervous about being a good enough black cock whore to please them all, all, and remember that includes TWO teenage men. We know how many times their cocks can come And I think to myself, 5 men, two are teenaged. Suddenly I'm thinking I will be leaving the party with so much black cum in me, that on the drive home, it will soak through my clothes and make a mess on the car seat. I wonder if I am lucky enough to have an absorbent pad in my purse. My legs were already shaking legs, now wondering if I had a pad with me, even my hands were shaking. I open my purse to see if there might be a pad somewhere in it. And there, right on top I see an "extra absorbent" pad, that I knew you put there for me. I felt so good because you were taking such good care of me. I closed my purse, the elevator opened, and I strutted into that party a happily married white whore ready for my pussy to be fucked by all the black men there. I sassily went right to Tyron and boldly French kissed him, squeezed his pants, feeling his fat cock knowing I'm a very well married, black cock whore."
You look at me, as if measuring the man you married. "But that all changed ten minutes ago, when I found you tugging away on your penis, ready to cum in your hand like a pubescent boy. But you aren't a pubescent boy, you are married, and you told me, your wife, that you would wait for me. I don't know what to do."
You shrug, nonchalantly, "Walking to our door, I was planning to have you lie on your back. I would take off my panties and the pad, telling you how glad I was to find it in my purse. And then I would lower my totally black fucked pussy to your face. I was smiling thinking that I am not an ordinary white slut to black cock who has to go home alone and used, just to be lonely. I have a sissy hubby to clean out all that black cum. That with my hub, I don't feel ashamed that I am a black cock slut. I was thinking how even though I am so tired, you and I could bond, as my pussy gets to be freshened up from all the black jizz. I was imagining as you suck and swallow all the black cum from me, my pussy would again be a nice, and white and married pussy. Chris, I even imaging that instead of leaning up and holding the headboard as you lick the goo from me, I was thinking.. well, that I might face your feet and take your little white pee pee in my own hands, and stroke it for you. I was thinking that instead of you jerking it off yourself, like I normally let you do after you clean my black fucked pussy, I was going to tell you 'good boy' and let you cum in my hand. My hand!" you look at me, sigh gently, "oh well, we both know that's not likely to happen now."
You pat my knee, saying, "Come on now, I still have to clean up. I think Mr. Masturbator should run a bath for me and I will clean up there. You can wash my hair, it has cum in it from the boys wiping their cocks off in it. Chris, you will probably have to go to bed without coming. But bring your phone with you to the bathroom. If I relax enough, you just might get permission to jerk off into the toilet."
I can see you are perking up, relaxing at the idea of the bubble bath. Maybe you even like the idea of seeing my thankful for permission to kneel in front of the toilet to beat off and flush away my white spermies, while you gently relax in a warm bubble bath after all the hard black cocks you were satisfying all night.
I pick up my phone from were it dropped when you found me jerking off. I also reach for the tube of lube.
You say, 'No lube for you. When you want some moisture, you may nicely, nicely mind you, ask me for the soaking wet pad from my pussy. If you are a lucky boy, you can wrap the wet pad full of the black cum that dripped from your wife's pussy. With the pad and black cum wrapped around your penis, you might get to stroke off into the toilet.
I smile, feeling I can see you are already getting close to forgiving me. I'll make sure I show plenty of love for you as you bathe, and I kneel before the toilet to jerk off with the pad from your pussy. I'm even hopeful, that instead of making me face the toilet and look at my phone, that you might let me face the tub and see you naked and relaxing?
As I take your hand and we walk towards the bathroom, I asked, "did the boys really use your hair like a rag to wipe off their cocks?" I can't imagine showing such disrespect to you. But then i remember you caught my masturbating by myself. But I don't want to disturb the moment, We are a couple with a pussy to clean up, and maybe a penis to make do squirties.
In the bathroom, I smile as I help you lower your panties. The pad sticks for a moment to your pussy, before dropping off into crotch of the panties lowered to your knees. the pad falls, followed by the flowing of about a teacup's worth of cum that gushes from you, splashing onto the floor. "Oh honey, they came so much! you get in the tub, I'll clean this up." I rush off to get cleaning supplies, my little white balls jiggling between my white butt cheeks. I hear you settle into the tub and you call out after me, "good boy!". We are back in love again!
the end
Angel, thoughts of you, can really inspire me to think of slut wife and cuckold husband lifestyle. We can really get hot together, it is so nice you think like me in so many ways. Or maybe I think like you.
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-Christopher
Re: Waking up next to her the morning after
hi, this thread is my first serious attempt to post. I know my cuckoldress leaning friend thought it was hot. What do you readers think of it? I would like constructive criticism, as I will write to her again, and want it to be even hotter for her.
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-Christopher
Re: Waking up next to her the morning after
hi Angel,
I'm in bed playing with my pee pee and thinking of you. I am imaging I woke up, and you haven't come home yet from a first date. I look at my phone to see if you sent a new text. Nope, only text is the one I read last night at ten, when you told me "honey, go to bed, I'll spend the night with him." and you include a picture of your hand holding this huge black cock at the base. I hold the phone up, and look at the pic and think of how big he is. I know you will be loving that giant black cock but that when you come home, you will have a sore pussy. I wonder what I can do to help your pussy feel soothed and you feel loved when you come home. I send you a text, "Kelli, you are such a black cock slut, once again you left me home alone so you could fuck black cock. I hope he liked the lingerie we picked out for you to wear for him. Sweetie, I miss you so much. My litte pee pee is so hard waiting for you to come home. I told myself we are lucky you meet men with the big cocks you need. When you come home, will you let me jerk off next to you?" adding "p.s. what should I have ready for your return? will you want a hot breakfast? or a bubble bath? or do you just want me to be a friend and listen as you tell me how naughty you were being a slut on the first date with this black man?"
I'm in bed playing with my pee pee and thinking of you. I am imaging I woke up, and you haven't come home yet from a first date. I look at my phone to see if you sent a new text. Nope, only text is the one I read last night at ten, when you told me "honey, go to bed, I'll spend the night with him." and you include a picture of your hand holding this huge black cock at the base. I hold the phone up, and look at the pic and think of how big he is. I know you will be loving that giant black cock but that when you come home, you will have a sore pussy. I wonder what I can do to help your pussy feel soothed and you feel loved when you come home. I send you a text, "Kelli, you are such a black cock slut, once again you left me home alone so you could fuck black cock. I hope he liked the lingerie we picked out for you to wear for him. Sweetie, I miss you so much. My litte pee pee is so hard waiting for you to come home. I told myself we are lucky you meet men with the big cocks you need. When you come home, will you let me jerk off next to you?" adding "p.s. what should I have ready for your return? will you want a hot breakfast? or a bubble bath? or do you just want me to be a friend and listen as you tell me how naughty you were being a slut on the first date with this black man?"