Bumping Into Tyrone

[ChasteHusband62]

Even though all the other guys my wife has fucked over the last 3+ years of our cuckolding experiences have been "locals", only twice have I ever just "run into" one of them outside of the usual context!

After Tyrone had fucked my wife in front of me that first time (in the back seat of our Subaru in the parking lot of the strip club), they became a regular item for nearly the rest of that summer (this was in 2011). Being the first time my wife had ever fucked someone else besides me, and once she knew I enjoyed it nearly as much as she did, she went just a little bit crazy with it; and Tyrone was, of course, more than happy to indulge her in that!


So, I was surprised when I ran into him while I was shopping for some new socks at a near by Sears. I happened to glance up, and there he was! He was with another black guy. I felt my pulse (the "butterflies") instantly kick up a notch or two as I realized who it was!

"Hey there!" I said, trying hard not to appear nervous, which I was, a little.

"Where's your wife?" He asked.

"At home. I think." Was my honest reply.

Tyrone turned to his friend, and smiling, he said: "This is the dude I was telling you about. The one that wanted me to fuck his wife."

My face felt suddenly hot as he said that. He hadn't tried to keep his voice down when he said that. Any body nearby could have overheard what he said.

"Oh really?" The other guys said, smiling broadly. "Tyrone says your wife was quite a slut the other night."

"She sure was that," I replied feeling strangely thrilled that this other guy had been told about her, and that she had been referred to as a slut!

"He's a faggot." Tyrone said, referring to me, of course.

"He must be!" The other guys said with a smirk.

"Tell your wife, that if she needs a big, black, dick again sometime, that she's got my e-mail address."

"I know she's eager to get it again," I immediately volunteered.

"Yeah?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't she?"

He slowly smiled, and then said: "You know? I'm glad you have that attitude. A guy like you doesn't have a fucking clue as to how to please the woman like you got." I know he said that in order to provoke me, to embarrass me, to humiliate me; just as he had tried to do that night in the parking lot as he started to walk away, but all it did was enrage my own libido all the more!

"You're right, of course, about that." I said.

He smiled even more broadly than before.

"Faggot." He said.

"I suppose I am," was my reply. I had come to no longer care if anyone else over heard our conversation; and in doing so, I felt a curious sense of freedom.

"Mutherfucka!" He said, his facial expression changing to a slightly less "friendly" expression.

"No. That's your role, Tyrone. Not mine."

"Tell your wife to get me a holler." He replied.

"I definitely will!"

His friend, who Tyrone had not introduced me to, smiled at me.

"Maybe I oughta meet that wife of yours, too, sometime!"

"Go for it!" I replied, turning to look at him. "Why not two of you fucking her? The more, the merrier. Right?"

"I like the idea."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Well," Tyrone broke in saying, "I gotta go. See ya later---faggot." He grinned as he said that, and those butterflies swirled around inside me once again as he did. Then he turned back around, and added: "Tell your wife I expect to hear from her, and soon!"

"I'll deliver the message!"

"Ya fucking better," he replied, with more than a bit of a threat implied should I not. "That bitch needs a GOOD, hard, fucking. Somethin' YOU couldn't deliver!"

"Your right about THAT!" I said, and with each time I agreed with one of his attempts at denigrating my manhood, I felt the butterflies get more agitated!


Later, when I got home, I told my wife about what Tyrone had said.

Watching her face, it was clear that she was excited to hear that he was eager to fuck her again!

"He called you a 'slut' ", I said.

"He did?"

"He did."

"Do you see me as that?"

I paused for a second, and then I said: "Yeah. I do, in fact!"

She looked me in the eye, and then, she smiled suddenly.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not for me it isn't!"


Later in the afternoon, I happened to see her on her lap top typing. I knew she was e-mailing Tyrone, and that realization sent a wave of lust through me. My cock got hard even! Maybe, this time, my wife would fuck not just Tyrone, but that friend of his, a well. It was an idea that appealed to me; so why not her?

Tyrone was under the impression that he had come to sexually "own" my wife, and perhaps there was a lot truth in that! Hadn't I "given up" any claim (sexually) on her already? It sure seemed like I had. With that thought, the butterflies came again!

[MistressNoire]

This is very wicked and erotic and hot. I liked it.

[stellers26]

Hmmm, I see you on this board, you know those dudes were totally disrespecting you, right? And that turns you on. But that disrespect will include your wife-r u concerned for her safety when she is with him(them)?