Growing up as a black boy in rural Birmingham, Alabama in the 1980s was a lot easier than my parents had things growing up in the segregated South. Yet, even with race relations being greatly improved, I still had a strong sense that there were certain taboos that it was dangerous to breach. As I grew into my teen years, I still considered it forbidden to try to date white girls, even though I knew a few black boys who went out with them. I admit that I mentally placed them on an untouchable pedestal.
My name is Jeremy, and I was forty-one years old and married to my wife, Jill, who is also black, when the events of this story took place. We met in high school, got married right after graduation, and started our family right away. By the time Jill and I were nineteen years old; we had been married for almost a year and had our first child. That’s when a friend of mine, named Sam, invited me to have a beer with him one night, to tell me about something exciting that was happening in his life. That’s when the seeds of this story were planted.
Sam told me that he and another friend of ours had been participating in what he called Mandingo Parties. They meet with one or more white couples at a time, in either the couple's homes or hotel rooms. My friends fucked those pretty white wives while their submissive, cuckold husbands watched and took pictures and videos, and even got involved by sucking the cum from their wives and sucking my friends’ cocks.
That all sounded so crazy that I thought it couldn’t possibly be true. Sam invited me to join them for at least one party, so he could prove it to me, but I wasn’t about to do that. I'm a happily married father and Jill and I have a great sex life. I was also deterred by my personal belief that such liaisons are forbidden.
I was curious about what would motivate a white couple to submit themselves to black men that way, and Sam has a lot of insight. He also told me what motivates him and our other friend to fuck those women, in addition to the obvious desires of most men to get as much pussy as they could. I told Jill everything he said, and she thought it was funny hearing about white couples being used by black men as fuck toys that way. I will reveal the things he told me as they become relevant to the story.
I make a good living to support my family, even though I didn’t go to college. I attended a vocational school at night and learned on the job to become an electrician, which eventually allowed me to start my own electrical contracting company in Birmingham. I do jobs for a lot of white general contractors who had also grown up in the Birmingham area. I've always had good work relations with them, although there were never any social interactions. I sometimes heard stories about white subcontractors who were friends with and partied with those same white general contractors, and just assumed that they were racial bigots and didn’t want to interact with me socially because I am black. That changed when I bid a job for another white contractor, named Dan.
I met Dan at a pre-bid meeting and he seemed to be friendlier to me than the other contractors were. I found out later that he had moved to the area from Minneapolis only five years previously, and likely wasn’t raised with the same prejudices as the locals. I won that bid and many others, and we were developing a close friendship. Both of our wives were involved in our businesses and helped run the offices and managed the financial operations, so they knew one another and were also becoming friends.
Dan and I became friends at a time when Jill and I were experiencing other life changes. We were forty-one years old and our two children were grown and away from home at college. We had always had a great sex life, but in the last year or so Jill was losing interest in sex. That might have had something to do with her gaining weight and not feeling as good about herself. She's a big woman at five feet and nine inches tall and was weighing in at about two hundred pounds. I didn’t think she looked so bad, especially since her previously big breasts had grown to literally the size of watermelons, and her big ass was then even bigger and looked damn good to me.
I've always had a high sex drive and loved fucking her with my very thick, uncircumcised, eleven-inch cock, either in her pussy or ass. I also have egg-sized, low-hanging balls which helped me produce big cum loads, even at my age. Jill showed some interest in having me suck her pussy, but I was never into that, especially when I have such a big cock that needs to be taken care of. I don’t mean to brag, but I am a big, good looking, muscular guy at six feet and three inches tall and weighing around one hundred and ninety-five pounds. The fact that other women flirted with me made it even harder to accept Jill’s new-found frigidity.
One lady that always gets my cock hard is Dan’s wife, Melissa. They are both forty-four years old, and she is a pretty, petite little blonde at about five feet and three inches tall andweighing maybe one hundred and twenty pounds. Her tits look to be nice, firm 32Cs, and her ass is firm and shapely. She looked mighty fine for having two children who were grown up and living away from home. Looking at her when I was so horny made me remember that conversation with my friend Sam over twenty years prior. Race relations had improved since those days in my teens, and I had also matured to the point that I no longer considered the thought of fucking a white woman to be taboo.
Whenever we're all together as couples, and I'm thinking about fucking Melissa, I started to notice that Dan fits some of the characteristics of the cuckold husbands that Sam told me about. Dan is about five feet and ten inches tall, and a little overweight for his height at maybe two hundred and ten pounds. He's also more friendly, timid and quiet than a lot of the other general contractors, many of whom are burly, macho kind of guys. I started to think that maybe he was so friendly to me since he wanted me to eventually cuckold him, but then dismissed that idea since he never made any overt or even veiled comments about it. Melissa was also friendly to me, much more than you might expect for the situation.
As I became ever more obsessed with fucking Melissa, I decided to get Jill involved. I didn’t want to do anything behind her back and also thought that she might enjoy being involved.
One night we were talking at dinner and I reminded her of Sam’s long-ago comments. Then I said, “At the time, you thought it was pretty funny hearing about them using white couples that way. You haven’t had much interest in sex for quite a while now, and I was hoping that you’d help me spice up our sex lives. I think it’s a little unusual for white folks like Dan and Melissa to be so friendly with us, and I’ve been thinking about exploiting our friendship to see if we can make them our fuck toys.”
“Dan seems to be so passive and even deferential to me and I always get good vibes from Melissa. If what Sam said about cuckolds is true, then I might be able to get some tight, white pussy, at the same time you get a white boy to suck your juicy, black pussy anytime you want. Other than them being friendly to us, I have no reason to believe that they have even thought about having sex with us. So, it would be fun to play on the motivations that Sam told me about to see how easy it would be to entice them into being compliant to us sexually.”
I was surprised when Jill didn’t get angry, and instead laughed before saying, “I think your big cock is doing your thinking for you, Jeremy. It seems like such a long shot to think that a white couple like them would ever agree to something like that. It would sure be fun if they did though. How would you approach them anyway?”
Her interest was encouraging to me and I responded, “Well, we’ve been out to dinner with them a few times, but we’ve never had alcoholic beverages with them or been in a situation where any sexual discussions could come up. I was thinking that we could invite them to dinner with us at a dance club. We could have a few rounds of drinks, and then I could ask Melissa to dance. Dan would likely follow my lead and ask you to dance. That would give us a chance to touch and get close, which might be enough to raise some interest. After that, when Dan and I are together, and when you and Melissa are together, we can find ways to turn the conversations to sex. That will give us some idea if they have any interest at all.”
Jill agreed that we should try it. I saw Dan the next day at work and invited him and Melissa to join us for dinner on Friday night. I picked a dance club that is known for catering to interracial couples. I was thinking that Dan and Melissa would be less resistant to dancing with Jill and me if they saw other black/white couples on the dance floor. Also, seeing other mixed couples might lead to some interesting comments and conversation.
We went to the club on Friday night, and had a bottle of wine during dinner, and then mixed drinks just as the band started playing. There were quite a few white/black couples like our group, and other white couples with one or two black men, or just white women with black men. Dan and Melissa looked curiously and nervously at those other mixed groups but didn’t make any comments about them. After two more rounds of drinks, I saw that both of them were very relaxed and becoming a little giddy, and I asked Melissa to dance.
Melissa and I went to the dance floor, followed a few minutes later by Jill and Dan. I was out of practice dancing, and she also seemed very stiff, clumsy, and unsure of herself.
She was keeping a respectable distance between us until I said, “Yeah, Melissa, it’s been quite a while since I’ve danced too. Just try to relax, I don’t bite.”
After I said that, she did loosen up and allowed me to pull her against me, with my arms around her back. I could tell that she was woozy from the wine and drinks, and she finally laid her head on my chest. I was enjoying having her firm breasts pressed warmly against my stomach, and I saw Jill and Dan dancing nearby. She had him pulled up against her massive tits, and their heads were close together since they are almost the same height.
We danced to many of the slow songs, taking short breaks at the table to drink. I noticed that Melissa was becoming more and more comfortable in my arms and even snuggling up to me a little. I was getting turned on feeling her warm breath on my upper chest and firm tits pressed against my stomach. I even dropped my hands down to the top of her ass as my cock was getting hard and pressing against her stomach. I was surprised that she didn’t try to pull away. I also saw that Jill had her head on Dan’s shoulder with her lips against his neck. He was rubbing her back, in such a way that his arms were also rubbing the sides of her bulging breasts.
It was interesting to me that neither Melissa nor Dan ever asked to change partners to dance with one another. So, they must have felt very comfortable with Jill and me. By the time we left to go home, I had to hold Melissa tightly to steady her on the floor, and I even rubbed the top of her ass a little without any complaints from her.
When we got home, Jill told me that Dan was also very woozy and had been rubbing her ass and tits much more than I had noticed. She also kissed his neck and blew in his ear, as she felt what had to be a small dick poking against her groin area. I told Jill about my hard cock poking against Melissa’s stomach and me rubbing her ass, with no resistance from her. So, I thought we had a very successful night, in terms of assessing their potential willingness to be cuckolded. I could hardly wait until Monday when I could talk with Dan at lunch and try to get some sexual talk started. Jill also planned to go to lunch with Melissa, to find out how she felt about Friday night at the club.
It was apparent on Monday that Dan also wanted to talk. He invited me to a nicer restaurant than the fast food places where we normally had lunch and chose a quiet table in the back. I wanted to control the conversation, but he spoke first saying, “Thanks for inviting us on Friday. We had a great time, even if we did sleep until noon on Saturday and had bad hangovers.”
“I don’t mean to sound racist or anything, but we were both surprised to see all of those mixed couples at the club. Neither of us had ever thought about going to a dance club like that, especially one with all those interracial couples and groups. We both enjoyed dancing with you guys. I also have to admit that it was a fascinating experience for us to be so intimate with black people for the first time in our lives. Melissa was very complimentary about you as her dance partner, and I liked watching you two together. I also had a great time with Jill.”
I wanted to get him to expound on Melissa’s experience with me and said, “I’m really glad to hear that Dan, because Jill and I enjoyed very much being with your guys too. What did Melissa say about me that was so complimentary, and why did you like seeing us together?”
Dan thought for a moment and replied, “This might sound pretty fucked up, since Melissa is my wife, but she said that she felt so small and protected being held by you. She also felt the strength in your arms and chest since she was so woozy from drinking and you were holding her up and against you. It’s hard to explain how I was feeling. That was the first time I had ever seen her in another man’s arms, and a black man’s arms at that. I was so proud of the way she looked and that you seemed to be genuinely attracted to her too. How did you feel about dancing with her?”
I knew that one of the hallmarks of a cuckold’s thinking was they sometimes felt more powerful when they saw that other, stronger men desired their wives. I thought he was fishing for a compliment about his wife.
I wanted to play into that emotion as I replied, “To tell you the truth, Dan, and since you asked, I am very attracted to Melissa. She is a beautiful woman with a great body and I, like a lot of black men, am very attracted to blonde-haired women. It felt so good holding her against me like that and feeling her petite body. Tell me, what did you like about dancing with Jill?”
Dan seemed a little reluctant to answer, but then said, “I like what you said about Melissa, and I think that makes it okay for me to tell you what I think about Jill. Melissa is so petite, and it felt good to hold a bigger and more buxom woman, like Jill, in my arms. It felt like I was melting into the warmth of her breasts. It also felt like she kissed my neck with her soft lips too, which really got me turned on. It was a thrill for me to be holding a voluptuous black woman for the first time.”
We talked more at lunch, but what I related above is all that is pertinent to the story. I could hardly wait to get home that night to find out how Jill’s conversation went with Melissa. After dinner we sat on the couch and Jill related their conversation to me. They discussed the same topics about very much enjoying holding one another’s spouses, and then it went further.
The ladies were very friendly and relaxed in sharing their thoughts. Jill said that Melissa excused herself for being so blunt and then said, “My goodness, Jill, you guys must have a great sex life. I might have been drunk, but I felt a mighty big lump pressing into my tummy when Jeremy was dancing with me. If you also felt Dan poking you, then you already know that he is small compared to Jeremy. What’s it like to be with a man that big?”
Jill could hardly believe that the conversation had turned to my cock so quickly. She wanted to peak Melissa’s curiosity even more and replied, “You’re right about what you felt. His cock is a thick, eleven-inch fuck tool that has fucked me almost every day for over twenty years now. Unfortunately for him, though, since I’ve gained this weight I haven’t been giving it up to him very much. He’s horny all the time now. Honestly, I’d rather have him eat me out, but he thinks that’s nasty and he isn’t into it so much. What about you and Dan? What’s your sex life like?”
Melissa smiled at Jill and said, “Oh shit, Dan’s dick is only about four inches long and thin. We don’t fuck much either, and quite frankly, he’d rather eat me out both before and after we fuck, and at other times as well. That man just loves to eat my juicy pussy. I can’t even begin to imagine what a big cock like Jeremy’s would feel like inside of me.”
Jill knew that one of the primary motivations of a cuckold wife is the natural, biological attraction of women to strong, virile men with big cocks, to use as mating partners. It was enough that Melissa had already shown that attraction by commenting on my muscular body, and her fascination with my big cock. Jill wanted to wait to tell me everything before she said anything else to Melissa that might spook her. After talking that night and seeing how receptive Dan and Melissa were to us, we decided to invite them over, to try to take it to the next level.
It was interesting going to lunch with Dan on Tuesday, knowing that our separate conversations had been discussed with our spouses. We went to that nicer restaurant again and Dan began, “There’s something that Melissa didn’t tell me about last Friday night, at least not until last night after she had lunch with Jill. She told Jill about feeling a big cock lump pressed into her belly, and Jill told her how big it is. It’s flattering that my wife excited you that way, Jeremy. But damn, man, is your cock really that big? If it is, I’d like to see it sometime.”
One of the other telltale signs of some cuckolds is that they are latent bisexuals, or even homosexuals, whether they consciously realize it or not. I wanted to encourage his curiosity and also test his submissiveness to me.
So, I laughed for effect and said, “Damn right, Dan, I’ve got an uncircumcised, coal-black, eleven-inch-long and as-thick-as-Melissa’s-wrist fuck tool. I also have an egg-sized pair of low-hanging balls that are real ass-slappers. Melissa told Jill that you have a little dick and that you mostly like to eat pussy. I can see why you’d be interested in my fuck meat. I’ll show it to you in your construction trailer back on the job if you ask me nicely to see it.”
We quickly finished lunch, drove back to the job site, went into the trailer, and locked the door. Then I stood in front of Dan, as he sat in his office chair. He sat there frozen until I said, “Come on, Dan, you have to take it out if you’re interested in seeing it. You can stroke it too if you want to see it hard.”
He paused for a moment before reaching out to unfasten my belt and pants button. Then he lowered my zipper, and I heard him breathe in deeply as my pants fell to the floor and he sensed the aroma of my crotch, which was sweaty and musky from a half-day at work in the heat. His eyes were as big as saucers as he stared at my thick, soft cock curled around to the side in my tight underwear, as he pulled them down.
My cock was still soft and eight inches long, as it sprung out and the damp, foreskin-covered head actually brushed against his lips. He hesitated for only a second before grasping my cock with one hand and cupping my low-hanging balls with the other. He looked up into my eyes, as if pleading for my permission to suck it.
I looked down at him and said, “You don’t need to ask, Dan. I imagine that you’ve never done anything like this before, and I haven’t either with a man. Go ahead and suck it so you can feel it grow to full length and thickness in your cock sucking mouth.”
He was quickly and easily falling into a submissive posture with me, and I loved that first instant when I felt his hungry mouth on my cock. I then understood at least part of what my friend Sam described as the erotic feeling of power and dominance that I had over him, watching my black cock slip between his white lips. My cock quickly hardened to its full eleven inches, and I held his head in place as I fucked into his mouth and gagged him. I hadn’t had any orgasms for over two weeks, and I knew that I wouldn’t last very long.
After only about five minutes I held him tightly on my cock and said, “I hope you thought all of this through, Dan, because you’re about to get a big feeding of my semen and sperm.”
My cock began to throb and pulse as I sprayed my fuck seed into his mouth. He was gagging as he swallowed a huge load of cum down, and he kept sucking me as my cock softened in his mouth. After that I pushed his head off my cock and down to my balls saying, “Clean my balls for me too, man. You’ll love sucking those big seed makers.”
He finally pulled away and we sat back and talked. He was embarrassed and humiliated at sucking my cock and balls and swallowing my cum, although he loved it and said that he wanted to do it again when I was ready. I knew that cuckolds loved to be humiliated by their wives and her lovers.