Please read Part 1 of this story, which explains that my name is Jeff, and I was forty-eight years old, and living in Omaha with my wife, Diana, who was forty-six. Diana lost interest in sex when she was forty-five, and after I resorted to reading porn stories for a while, I focused more and more on cuckold stories, which greatly influenced my sexual desires.

I eventually began writing cuckold stories, and at about that time, my wife and I went on a trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras with another couple. One night after dinner, when the others were tired and wanted to go to bed, I went alone exploring in the French Quarter. I found a small bar way off the beaten track, and started talking to any elderly black man, named Theotis, who happened to be a black magic, hoodoo practitioner.

After a very interesting discussion with him, about my personal life, I agreed to pay him five hundred dollars to cast a hoodoo spell on me, which would allow my stories to come true for me, under certain conditions. The way he and his granddaughter, Felonise, induced the spell should be very interesting for you. When we got back to Omaha, I wrote a story about me sucking my black neighbor’s cock, and him fucking my wife. Everything came true as I wrote it

In Part 2, I use my writing skills and the hoodoo magic to write three other stories, which also come true.

Part 2:

My hunger for the cuckold lifestyle was magnified greatly after the intense experiences that Diana and I had, and continue to have, with our black neighbors, Bill and Tasha. I immediately began to think of other storylines involving Diana and me with black men. By that time, I knew that I would enjoy being submissive to black men, or even Latinos, more than whites, but it was a challenge at first to think of other scenarios where I could conceivably have encounters with either blacks or Latinos.

The African-American population in Nebraska overall is only about five percent, but it is fourteen percent in the Omaha metro area. And based on the parameters of the spell, I knew that I had to focus on situations where I was writing about either people I knew, or who I could reasonably meet in our normal lives.

My Black Nemesis at Work 

Fortunately for me, there is a black coworker, named Thomas, who is a vice-president in my company, one advancement level above me. I decided on him being the subject of my next story. I knew that would be a more challenging test of the hoodoo spell, since Thomas and I had personal conflicts in the past, and we definitely weren’t friends like Bill and I are.

As I had done with the story about Bill, I included details about my business relationship with Thomas over the years, and then focused the part of the story where he discovers my interest in his cock on one of the few corporate events where it would be plausible for us to make a sexual connection. And as before, I am describing the events as they really happened, since they parallel the story very closely.

My company sponsors a six day retreat each year, for senior personnel, to help improve employee morale and to foster teambuilding. My department vice president, Dave, was in charge of organizing the event in the year this story took place, and I was selected as his proxy to find a retreat location in Nebraska.

They wanted a retreat with numerous, small, two-person cabins or rooms, in hopes of pairing together employees who didn’t get along well. I worked with my boss in making the pairings for the rooms, and he readily agreed to allow me to share a room with Thomas, since Dave was well aware of our past conflicts.

I found a great rural resort that has quaint, two-person cabins. When we all arrived for registration on Sunday evening, Thomas was none too pleased to find that he was paired with me in a cabin. We were required to spend all our time together at the training sessions, during meals, and of course, when we were in our rooms. I think you will appreciate the intensity of our conflict, after I explain how it started.

Thomas and I were recruited from different colleges, but at the same time, to join the insurance company. We were competitive with one another, and I have to admit that I was a little bit jealous of him from the start. He was a star athlete in college, and at six feet and two inches tall, and a muscular one hundred and ninety-five pounds, he's very imposing. To make matters worse, he is very handsome and smart, and his self-assured attitude gave him an edge over me with the bosses.

We both moved up very quickly in the company, but he always seemed to get to the next level ahead of me. We were both directors competing for the vice president position that he now has, and he beat me out in the selection process.

Other, personal conflicts began when we were in our late twenties. My wife, Diana, and I were at a corporate party, sitting at a table with Thomas and his wife, Tonya, and we had all been drinking heavily. We danced quite a few dances with one another’s wives, and I didn’t find out until the next day, when Diana was sober, what really happened.

She told me that Thomas was not only holding her very close, and pressing his cock bulge into her stomach, but that he was also rubbing her ass and the sides of her tits when no one else was looking. He even leaned down to kiss her a couple of times, and Diana said that it was hard to resist him.

I hadn’t seen any of that going on, and I confronted Thomas the next day at work. He didn’t even try to deny it, and was very cocky when he said, “Hey man, don’t blame me. Diana was melting in my arms and loving every minute of it. If she didn’t like it, she would have just walked away. She was tipsy and leaning against me, and her succulent breasts felt great pressed against me. She was so receptive, that I thought I might just give her a little taste of my black sugar, and she never pulled away from me.”

Thomas made me feel about two feet tall, and I didn’t argue any further with him about it. I confronted Diana with what he said, and she admitted her part in it, although she tried to downplay it. But from that time on, there was animosity between us, and he never missed an opportunity to rub it in whenever he was promoted ahead of me. On a few occasions I even said some hateful things to him, implying that he was getting the promotions first because of equal employment policies.

Things were a little tense in the cabin the first night, with very little conversation, and we decided to get to sleep early so we’d be fresh for the activities on Monday. There were numerous activities on Monday, including learning sessions and physical activities, and I know that Thomas and I were getting on one another’s nerves. We started to get along a little better after we won a few of the events. We were exhausted by the time we showered, had dinner, and decided to return to our room instead of meeting our coworkers at the resort bar.

We were sitting around in our underwear, talking about some of the events of the day, and I saw the chance to bring up a scenario that I had written about in the story. I said, “You know Thomas, it’s too bad that we haven’t gotten along so well over the years. I really like you as a person, but it’s been hard for me to forget how you hit on my wife at that party twenty years ago. What did you hope to accomplish doing that in front of everybody?”

He answered, “Come on Jeff, why do you want to bring up that old shit? You’re probably better off not knowing the truth, anyway.”

I was getting irritated and asked, “What do you mean by the truth? Diana told me how you were pressing your cock bulge against her stomach, rubbing her tits and ass, and even kissing her. What else is there?”

Thomas smiled and replied, “Okay, Jeff, if you really want to know, I’ll tell you. But don’t blame me if it’s upsetting to you. She was almost falling-down drunk when we hit the dance floor, and I was holding her tightly, so she wouldn’t fall. I looked down and saw her big breasts bulging out of her dress, and felt her hot pussy pressed up against my thigh, and I naturally got a hard on.”

He paused for a moment as I sat with my mouth hanging open, and then continued, “She felt my cock bulge and started rubbing her belly against it, and I thought she was coming on to me, maybe trying to live out some fantasy about fucking a black man. My wife and I weren’t getting along so well that night, and I thought I might have a chance to fuck Diana. She even pulled my head down to kiss her, and she was swabbing out my mouth with her tongue. Sorry, buddy, but that’s the truth.”

I had recovered enough by then to say, “Fuck you, Thomas, that’s not the story she told me. That’s just like you to be so cocky and sure of yourself.”

He laughed and said, “I’m not surprised. How could she admit to her husband that she had the hots for some big, black cock?”

It was getting late by then, and I had gotten what I hoped by getting him to admit to what he did. Although, I sure didn’t expect that Diana would have been so flirty with him. The plan in my story was to approach him in steps, so I said, “Well, I don’t believe you, but it’s pretty hard to prove anything now, one way or the other, so let’s get some sleep.”

The next day was even more tense with Thomas as we went about our group activities. That night we went to the bar with our work associates after dinner. We were drinking heavily, and I wanted to use that as cover in case I was able to get something started with him.

It was late when we got back to the room. After we were undressed, and in our underwear, I slurred my words as I said, “I still don’t believe that Diana was rubbing your cock. I mean, it would have to have been pretty big for her to react that way. Why don’t you show it to me, so I can judge for myself?”

Thomas was stumbling onto his bed and was almost incoherent and garbled his words as he said, “Fuck, man, I’m not going to just show you my cock. If you want to see it, then you have to come pull it out yours….”

He passed out and didn’t finish his sentence, and he was laying spread eagle on his back. That was my chance to get a good look at his cock, and I cautiously approached him since I wanted to make sure that he was asleep. I slowly pulled down his boxer underwear, and was treated to the sight of his soft, uncircumcised, thick, seven-inch cock, and a very large set of low-hanging balls. I knew better than to touch him when he was passed out, so I just looked at him carefully, and breathed in his musky aroma, before going to my bed and passing out myself.

We woke up to our alarm clock the next morning, and I was concerned when I looked over and realized that I hadn’t pulled his underwear back up. He looked down at his uncovered genitals quizzically, before walking in to take his shower. He didn’t say anything about his underpants being down during another long day of classes.

But after dinner and quite a few drinks, when we were back in the room, he asked, “Was I dreaming, or did you ask to see my cock last night. I only ask because my underwear was pulled down this morning. You didn’t take a peek at old Tommy, did you?”

That was unfolding just as in my story, and I replied, “Well, to be honest, I was talking about how Diana couldn’t have been that impressed with your cock, and I asked you to show it to me. But I didn’t pull down your underwear. I shouldn’t have asked you that, and it was just because I had been drinking too much.”

We weren’t as drunk as the previous night, and I knew that Thomas couldn’t resist being a smartass. He got up and stood in front of me, with just his underwear on, and said, “Come on, Jeffy boy, if you’re still interested peeking, go right ahead. I won’t tell anyone that you’re interested in my fuck meat.”

That was the moment of truth, and I would be taking a step that I couldn’t easily explain my way out of. He was looking down smiling as I gripped the waistband of his underwear, and slowly pulled them down. His soft, black, seven-inch cock and big, low-hanging balls were hanging heavily right in front of my face.

He turned from side to side to make his cock and balls swing, and I was trying to be funny when I said, “Wow, that’s pretty nice, Thomas, but not big enough to get Diana all that excited.”

Thomas kept moving his hips, even making his cock swing out until it almost hit me in the mouth, as he said, “Oh, don’t worry, it gets a lot bigger on hard. Diana had me hard as a rock that night looking at her big tits and feeling her hot cunt on my thigh. Go ahead and stroke it, and it will get hard for you.”

I knew that without the spell he would have never offered for me to stroke his cock. I reached out with one hand to grip his thick shaft, while I fondled his balls with the other. I loved the feeling of his foreskin sliding back and forth as I stroked him, and his cock was soon hard, and had to be almost ten inches long. His precum was oozing out of the foreskin and running down my hand.

He kept smiling down at me as I continued to stroke his big cock, and he said, “If you keep that up, I’m going to cum all over you. Go ahead and suck it, Jeff, finish me off with your mouth. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're hungry for my fuck meat.”

I decided that it was now or never, and I took his oozing cock into my mouth and began sucking him. It’s a good thing that I was already trained sucking Bills big cock, because Thomas was holding my head and aggressively fucking my mouth. It was like he was taking out twenty years of ill will as he pounded my face with his cock.

Thomas was moaning louder and louder, and he took one last stroke as his thick cock began to jerk and pulse in my mouth, feeding me his big load of Negro seed. As his squirts of cum subsided he moaned out, “Oh fuck, cock sucker, that’s the best blowjob I’ve had in years. Now I’ve just got to convince you to let me fuck your pretty wife’s mouth and cunt.”

I tried to look embarrassed when he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I said, “Oh shit, Thomas, how the fuck did that happen. I drank way too much tonight, and it just seemed so natural to suck your cock. And fuck, I guess I have to agree with you, now that I know your cock’s big enough to get any woman excited.”

The way I wrote the story, I wanted him to feel like he had the upper-hand in our relationship, since I had become his cock sucker. I wanted him to threaten to expose me, unless I facilitated him fucking Diana, and I was going to play the part of a scared submissive husband.

So, I wasn’t surprised when he said, “Now that I know you’re a cock sucker, I think that your wife needs to be fucked by a real man. You will continue to be my cock sucker, and set me up to fuck her, or the people at work will find out about your taste for black meat and cock milk.”

I acted very afraid and said, “Oh please, Thomas, don’t tell anyone about this; I’ll be ruined. I’ll do anything you want, and I’ll convince Diana to fuck you. I’ll invite you over for dinner as soon as we’re back from this conference, and I’ll have to find a way to talk her into fucking you.”

For the rest of the conference, I slept in Thomas’ bed, and he would sometimes feed me his cum three times a night. I got between his legs and sucked his big balls when he was resting up for more, and I loved the taste and texture of his big cum loads.

When I got home and told Diana that he was coming over to fuck her, she was ecstatic. She even admitted to me that she had been the one hitting on him all those years ago, and she could hardly wait to fuck him.

Thomas came over on a Tuesday night, since he could tell Tonya that he was at a business dinner in the city. During the nice dinner that Diana prepared, Thomas wasn’t wasting any time as he said, “Jeff and I have been at odds for twenty years over that dance we had, and I sure hope that you’ve told him that you were the one making the advances. I’ll admit that I was hot to get into your pants that night, but I think you wanted it even more.”

Diana blushed and said, “Yes, I told Jeff when he got back that I was the instigator in that, but what does that matter now. We all know what you’re here for, so let’s go to the bedroom, and do what we should have done so long ago.”

She and Thomas undressed, and I was beside myself with joy when I saw Thomas bury his big cock in my wife. She had her legs wrapped around his ass and they fucked furiously as he sucked her pendulous breasts. I was between their legs watching when his big balls pulled up, and I knew that he was inseminating my wife.

I moved between her legs when he pulled out of her, and I loved the taste of his cum mixed with her juices. Then I moved over to clean his cock, and I sucked it until he started getting hard again. Thomas fucked her three time that night, and he became a regular, along with Bill, who fucks her several times a week.

A Taste of Latino Cock

I wanted to try something new in my next story and include a younger Latino man. I had seen a lot of pictures of those thick, brown, uncircumcised, Latino cocks and big, low-hanging balls on the internet, and it made me hungry just looking at them. I did a little research and learned that only about eight percent of the Omaha population is Hispanic or Latino of any kind, so I’d have to be creative to find someone.

Diana and I belong to a health club with a membership through my company, and I noticed that there is a personal trainer there named Luis. He looks to be in his late-twenties, with medium-olive skin tone, and he's very muscular. I asked around and found out that he is Puerto Rican.

I observed that Luis was mostly assisting middle-aged women, say from their late-thirties to early-fifties, but he also trained a few men. So, I used him as my template for my next story. I knew that I could interact with him as my trainer, and get things going that way.

My first workout session with Luis went very well, and I was on a three-times-a-week schedule with him. We worked out with free weights, and when he was spotting me on the bench, I found out that I made the right choice with him. I saw up his loose shorts that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He has a long, thick, uncircumcised cock and lemon-sized, low-hanging balls, and his genitals are dark brown. I couldn’t tell if he was displaying himself on purpose, but he didn’t try to move or otherwise cover up, when he must have seen me looking up his shorts.

By our third session I was comfortable enough with him to try a little guy talk, and I said, “I’ve noticed that you mostly work with women who look to be in their forties, but I would have thought that a young, good looking guy like you would be more attracted to the younger ladies.”

Luis laughed and replied, “Yeah, I am young, but I’ve learned that the older ladies are usually hornier than the younger ones. I don’t know if their husbands aren’t taking care of business, or if the ladies just have an attraction to brown skin as a novelty. In some cases, the couple is looking for interracial sex. Whatever the reason, I sure have good luck with the older women.”

I said, “Damn, Luis, that is hot. So, you're actually fucking some of those women?”

He laughed and said, “Hell yeah, even though things have been a little slow lately. Their interest in my cock seems to come in spurts, if you’ll pardon the pun.”

I tried to act naive and asked, “What did you mean about couples wanting to be with you? What’s that all about?”

Luis replied, “I have to say that I don’t understand their mentality, but some men like to watch their wives fucking other men. And a lot of them seem to have a thing about their wives fucking men of color. I’m happy to oblige them, and most of them clean their wives' cunts after I fuck them, and even suck my cock. I read somewhere that those men are called cuckolds.”

Everything was going according to my story at that point, so I felt comfortable pressing a little farther. I said, “After seeing what you have between your legs when you’re spotting me on the bench, I guess that I can’t blame them for being attracted to you. Do you go around without your underwear on purpose, to attract attention to your big cock?”

He smiled and answered, “I don’t know what to tell you, Jeff. I’ve got a high sex drive, and I like to get off as often and any way I can. I don’t wear underwear, so I can troll for cock suckers and pussy. From the way you brought this conversation up, and your line of questioning, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re looking for some brown meat too.”

Things were going better with Luis than I had written about in my story, and I smiled at him and said, “Wow, you’re pretty perceptive, Luis. I would like to get a taste of your thick cock, but I also want you to fuck my wife. If you’ll let me try out your cock with my mouth, I’ll send my wife in my place for my next session, and you can decide if you’d want to fuck her. She's hot, with big breasts, and she loves dark cocks.”

Luis thought for a moment and said, “Fuck yeah, I’m horny as hell right now. You’re my last appointment for the night, so why don’t we go to one of the shower stalls, and you can show me if you really are interested.”

The club has individual shower stalls in addition to a larger open area, and we went into one of the individual stalls. Luis laughed and looked down at my pitifully small dick and said, “Fuck, man, no wonder your bitch wants some dark meat, after seeing that little thing you’ve got between your legs.”

He soaped himself up under the spray of warm water, and I got onto my knees in front of him. I was arousing seeing the soap suds and water cascading down his muscular, brown body, and washing over his big genitals. His brown, uncircumcised cock is a thick as a shaving can and about seven inches long when soft, and I liked the way his big balls were hanging down and swinging in his hairy, brown scrotum.

I took his thick shaft in my hand and began stroking it, before taking his fat cock head into my mouth. I began sucking his thick cock as I fondled his balls, and he was soon hard at what I guessed is at least nine inches. The thick veins on his shaft felt good in my mouth.

After a couple of minutes sucking him, he held my head and began fucking my mouth hard, and was moaning as he said, “Ah, fuck yeah, cock sucker, suck my big, brown cock. I’m going to be feeding you some thick Rican seed in just a minute, so don’t stop sucking.”

It was just another minute when his big cock started to pulse and throb in my mouth, and I felt and tasted squirt after squirt of his tangy cum. I swallowed it all down and kept sucking his softening cock, until he said, “Move down and work on my balls, cock sucker.”

That was a new experience for me, sucking his balls with the warm water splashing over me. I took his big testicles into my mouth one at a time and sucked and licked his nut sack. He kept me there five minutes sucking his balls, and then he said, “Take my cock back into your mouth. I want to show you something that a lot of my cock suckers like.”

His cock was soft as I began sucking it again, and as he held my head, I felt his cock flex and then tasted a strong stream of his piss flood my mouth. I had no option except to swallow his tangy piss. At first, I was horrified and disgusted by what he was doing, but then I started to enjoy his raw, animalistic act of urinating in my mouth. It helped reinforce my role as his submissive cock sucker.

Luis kept pissing for what seemed like a minute, and when the flow subsided and stopped, he laughed and said, “I always like to clean my pipes after cumming, and most of my cock suckers just love swallowing anything that comes out of my big cock.”

He had taught me something new, and as I stood up, I said, “Damn, Luis, that was nasty, and at the same time very arousing. No one has ever done that to me before.”

Luis laughed and said, “It’s not as bad as you might think. Piss is basically sterile when it comes straight from the spout of a healthy person, and some people even drink piss for health purposes. I wouldn’t ever do it, but cock suckers seem to like it.”

As we got dressed, I reminded him that Diana would be coming in my place for the next session. I knew that he would be attracted to her, and especially her big tits. Diana was excited when I told her she would have the opportunity to fuck a big, Rican cock.

Diana looked fantastic when she left for the club, wearing yoga pants and a tight yoga top. Her big tits looked even larger in that top, and I waited at home to see what would happen. An hour and a half later Diana came through the front door with Luis in tow, and I saw the look of lust on her face.

I asked how their session went, and she said, “Oh fuck, honey, you wouldn’t believe it. The club was mostly empty tonight, and I was on the bench with Luis spotting me. There was no one around us, so when I looked up and saw his big cock, I licked my lips, and he squatted down to give me a taste of his cock. We continued to work out, touching one another every chance we had, until I just had to bring him home to fuck me.”

We went into the bedroom, and I watched as he fucked Diana three times, with me cleaning both each time. Luis became a regular at our home after that, joining Bill and Thomas in regularly inseminating her.

A Man of the Cloth with a Big Black Cock

I thought about my next story for quite a while, trying to think of a more challenging situation to find a breeder for Diana. I finally decided on Reverend Leonard, who is a big, black man and the associate pastor in our church. He’s six feet and four inches tall, and weighs about two hundred and fifty pounds. He’s in his late fifties, very handsome, and with his shaved head and booming baritone voice, he seems to have raw sexuality.

Leonard has several responsibilities in the church, one of which is counselor to couples who are having marital problems. Diana and I knew him from church functions, but neither of us had ever gone to him for advice. So, I thought up a storyline where I was a frustrated husband going to him for advice, and I knew that would be a good test to see how strong the black magic really was.

My first approach to Leonard was one Sunday after church, when I asked to speak with him privately in his office. I sat across his desk from him, looking as despondent as I could.

I said, “Thanks for seeing me, Pastor. This is so embarrassing for me to talk about, and it’s really hard to face you with it.”

Leonard was comforting, and said, “Don’t be embarrassed, my son. We all have struggles in this life, and my job is to help our parishioners through their rough spots. You can tell me anything, and I won’t judge either you or Diana.”

I gave a half smile and said, “Thanks, Pastor, that means a lot to me. Diana and I have always had a great marriage, and well, our sex lives have been good too. That is until the last year or so when she has had little interest in sex. But I still have a strong sex drive, and I’m going berserk without an outlet. I have even been thinking about doing some things that I know are wrong. I need some type of sexual fulfillment in my life.”

Leonard had a contemplative look on his face and said, “I can see that you're distressed, and this is an issue that comes up in many marriages. I know from experience that we don’t have enough time to get into this right now, since I have a meeting that I have to get to in a few minutes. Let’s schedule some time, say tomorrow night at 7:00 pm, when we can be alone and have quality time to talk about this.”

I could tell from his body language and the fact that he wanted us to have more time alone that he was especially interested in counseling sexual issues, which is just as I had written in my story. I happily agreed to see him on Monday evening, even though I knew that it would be embarrassing to tell him some things about myself.

The church building was dark, except for Leonard’s office, when I arrived on Monday evening. He welcomed me into his office and said, “Tell me more about your situation, Jeff, so I can try to help.”

I know that my face was red as I began, “It is embarrassing talking to another man about this, but I think part of the problem might be because I’m not very well endowed. I’ve often wondered whether Diana is satisfied with me in that department anymore and is afraid to say anything to me about it. I’ve even wondered if she might be having intercourse with other men.”

Leonard asked, “Do you have any evidence or a real reason to suspect that she is cheating on you?”

I hoped to get him a little excited, saying, “No, Pastor, I don’t have any real evidence. It’s just that we do have oral sex occasionally, and sometimes her pussy juices taste a little different or have a thicker consistency.”

He was trying to be comforting saying, “Well, that might not mean much. Women’s vaginal chemistry can change based on their diet or where they are in their menstrual cycles, and that might be the cause of the differences. But what were you talking about yesterday, when you said that you were thinking about doing some things that are wrong?”

I knew that my next comments would be a test of the spell, and I said, “Forgive me for saying this, Pastor, but I have been so concerned about my small manhood being the problem, that I’ve even thought about trying to find a friend who is better hung to fuck her. I keep visualizing that in my mind, and quite frankly it is a big turn on for me.”

Leonard really seemed to perk up at that and said, “That is interesting, Jeff. Have you ever brought that up to Diana, to see what she thinks about it?”

It was almost like he was encouraging it, and I said, “I have mentioned it a few times, and although she always says ‘no’, I get the feeling that she might want to try it. I think she’s afraid to admit it, for fear that I will think she’s a whore, or that it would make me feel bad about my small dick.”

I saw him reach down to adjust his crotch, and then he asked, “You implied that there was more than one thing you were thinking of doing that was wrong. Can you give me another example?”

He looked at me with the straight face of a practiced counselor, as I replied, “You’re really going to think I’m perverted for this one. All this time I’ve been fantasizing about other men fucking my wife, I’ve been visualizing the larger cocks I’ve seen in the showers in high school and college. Forgive me for this, Pastor, but I’m feeling so worthless as a man, because of my small dick, that I’ve even begun thinking about what it would be like to be submissive to other men and suck their big cocks after they fuck Diana.”

Leonard was squirming in his chair, and from his arm movements I guessed that he was rubbing his cock. He looked at me with a straight face and said, “I’ve heard other men talking about those kinds of fantasies, and they call men like that cuckolds. That type of activity is obviously frowned on by the church, but some men are overwhelmed by those very strong sexual desires and can’t help themselves.”

I knew that he shouldn’t be talking about cuckolds, almost as if it was alright since they couldn’t help it. I sensed that he was seeing an opportunity for himself in my fantasies, which is what I was hoping for.

He thought for a few moments and asked, “Just so I can fully assess your issues, would mind telling me more about your genitals.”

That definitely wasn’t something a preacher should be asking, but I answered, “Again, this is embarrassing, but my dick is only four inches long and thin on hard, and it disappears in my pubic hair when it’s soft. That’s why it turns me on to think about those larger cocks. I haven’t seen any other cocks since college, though.”

Leonard responded, “Oh my, I can see how that might be a problem.”

And then I knew I had him when he asked, “Tell me, Jeff, we’re you really seriously thinking about finding another man to have intercourse with Diana? I mean, you’re so distressed about this, and letting your fantasies run wild, that maybe if you watched another man with her, that would calm you down. That might be the cure you need to realize that you don’t want to share your wife after all.”

Our conversation was going nicely, and I said, “Oh wow, Pastor, I see what you’re saying. Maybe something like that would knock me back to my senses.”

Then I tried to act confused as I asked, “But what, where... who could I find to do that for me?”

Leonard looked very serious as he responded, “This might come as a surprise to you, but I might be able to help, even though I’ve never done anything like that. With a friend or stranger, you might get into some troublesome emotional or jealousy issues. But I would be doing this with your best interests at heart. I do have to admit, though, that my wife isn’t putting out that much either, and I’d consider it an honor to be with a beautiful woman like Diana.”

I knew that he was full of shit, and was just looking to fuck Diana, but that’s exactly what I wanted and naively said, “Thank you, Pastor, it’s so nice of you to help us out.”

Then I acted very nervous and stammered as I asked, “But is your, how do I know, are you really, how can I be sure that you are, uh, uh, well-hung enough?”

Leonard laughed and said, “I can assure you that I’ve got plenty of what Diana needs, and you can come around here to see for yourself. But if I’m going to show my junk to you, then you need to show me yours. I need to see for myself.”

I stood up and unfastened and lower my pants and underwear, and my dick was almost totally hidden in my hair. He struggled to keep from laughing and said, “Come on around my desk, and I’ll show you what Diana might enjoy. You need to take it out yourself, though.”

He swiveled his chair, so he was sitting sideways to his desk, and he leaned back with his arms on the arm rests, as I got on my knees between his legs. I wanted to appear to be more reluctant than I was, and said, “Gee, Pastor, this feels a little creepy. You’re a preacher and all, and I’ve never taken such a close look at another man before.”

Leonard smiled and said, “Okay, don’t worry about it then. I was just trying to help, but I can see how you could be reluctant to do this. Just go back to your chair and forget that I ever offered.”

I forced myself to blush as I replied, “No, no, you’re right Pastor. I need to find a solution to this problem.”

He looked down smiling as I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling down his zipper. I pulled his pants open, and got the intoxicating smell of his mature, musky crotch. He was wearing boxer underwear, and I pulled down on his pants and underwear, as he lifted his ass up to help me. I wanted him to be totally accessible to me, so I also took off his shoes, and took his pants and underwear all the way off.

I could tell by a glance that his is the biggest cock I had ever seen, and it was still soft and about nine inches long. His thick foreskin almost completely covered the head, and it was almost as thick as a beer can. His balls were the size of plums, and they hung down over the edge of the chair in his hairy, black scrotum.

It was hard not to stare, with my mouth hanging open, but I finally had the presence of mind to say, “Holy shit! Pardon me Pastor, but that is one impressive piece of meat. How big does it get on hard?”

He wiggled his cock with his hand and said, “Get a feel of it for yourself, and that’ll make it big for you. And if you feel the urge, you can even satisfy your fantasy about sucking a big cock.”

I gripped his cock with one hand, and my fingers barely touched around it. Then I fondled his balls as I stroked his massive cock, and it had soon grown to about twelve inches long and even thicker. I looked up at him sheepishly before leaning in to take the oozing head of his cock into my mouth, and I began sucking him. He humped his hips, fucking into my mouth, as I took inch after inch of his thick meat in me.

Then he put his hands on my head to hold me in place, as he moaned, “Is this as good as your fantasy, Jeff?”

I looked up and nodded my head yes, and I mumbled on his black cock, “Uh huh.”

He smiled and said, “Well then, keep sucking, boy. I haven’t gotten off in over three weeks, and I’ve got a big load to feed you.”

I tried to pull away and look panicked after he said he would be feeding me his cum. He responded by holding me tighter and saying, “Don’t worry, boy, just keep sucking. The way you’re taking to my cock, I think you’ll really enjoy my thick load.”

About eight inches of his cock was in my mouth and throat as he started thrusting faster, and that’s when his cock began to pulse, and my mouth was flooded with his cum. I kept sucking and swallowing, even as his cock started to soften, and I didn’t stop after he released his grip on my head.

I was looking up into his eyes when he said, “Give my cock a rest for a few minutes, and start sucking my balls.”

He tilted back in his chair even farther and placed his meaty thighs on my shoulders. That was a perfect position to suck his testicles and long scrotum, and I sucked and licked him with a passion.

He kept tilting his hips back more and more, and when I began sucking below his balls, on his bulging perineum, he said, “Oh fuck yes, suck me there, boy, and I’ll tilt back even farther for you.”

I was sucking on his perineum, as he pushed me farther down with his strong arms, and I realized that he was pushing my face into his ass crack. He screamed out, “Munch away, boy, I don’t get many chances to have my ass eaten like this."

He let go of my head to spread his cheeks, and I pressed my face in farther to find his asshole. I started sucking him there, and even pushed my tongue in his sphincter, and he was pressing hard back against my sucking mouth.

It felt like I was under him like that for about five minutes, until he pulled me back up and said, “Come on up for a few minutes, Jeff, you’ve earned a rest. You sucked my cock, balls, and ass like a pro, and you didn’t even hesitate to swallow my load. Are you sure this is your first time doing this shit?”

I lied and said, “Yes, it’s my first time, but I’ve been reading about it, and I wasn’t surprised by what you wanted. And shit, that was way better than my fantasies. I really like being submissive to men with big cocks and sucking them.”

Leonard laughed and said, “That’s really great, Jeff, and you’ll come in handy when I’m in need. But what do we do about Diana? I can hardly wait to sink my big meat into her.”

I said, “I have no idea how she’ll react to me encouraging her again to fuck another man. Maybe I could invite you over to dinner on Friday night, under the guise that you're coming over to help us with our marital problem. I’ll tell Diana that I already talked to you about it, and that you want to talk with us together. Let’s just play it by ear and see if she has any interest before you fully expose your intentions to fuck her.”

Leonard liked my idea, and after sucking his cock, balls, and ass again, I went home to tell Diana everything. She was excited when I described his cock and thought it would be fun to watch him try to talk his way into her pussy.

He came over on Friday, and the conversation was cordial and normal until about half way through dinner. Everyone was relaxed from drinking wine, and that’s when Leonard said, “I know that all of this is very sensitive and personal to you two, but my job is to help married couples through difficulties. Jeff came to me with an issue you two are having in your marriage, and I’d like to discuss it with you now.”

Diana and I both nodded ‘yes’ and he continued, “Diana, Jeff has told me that you two haven’t been having much sex over the last year or so. He gave me his thoughts on it, but I’m interested in what you have to say about that.”

She acted like she was upset and said, “Damn you, Jeff, why would you tell him about our sex lives. Haven’t I been a good wife otherwise? And just what did you tell him you thought the problem is. I’m sure that you blamed me.”

I hung my head and looked embarrassed as I responded, “I told Pastor that I thought you might be tired of my small manhood. I even told him that I was afraid you might have been looking to get satisfaction elsewhere.”

Diana was really acting pissed off then and said, “Damn, honey, why would you tell him that? And what the hell else did you tell him? You didn’t say anything about your fantasies, did you?”

I conjured up fake tears as I answered, “I’m sorry, but he’s just trying to help. I told him that I had fantasies of you fucking other men, and other things. But tell the truth, honey. Does my small dick have anything to do with you not wanting to have sex with me?”

Diana looked back and forth between Leonard and me, and finally said, “Okay, shit, if you want the truth, then yes; I haven’t been happy with your dick since a couple of my friends told me about how hung their husbands are, and how good it felt fucking them. There, I’ve said it. Are you two happy now?”

Leonard had been listening to our dialog and said, “This is a good start. It’s important for each of you to be honest about your feelings. And Diana, how do you feel about Jeff’s offer to let you try other men? I can’t endorse that as a preacher, but I’ve talked to other couples who have found great pleasure in it, and it resolved their conflicts. Is that something you’d even consider, to help save your marriage?”

Diana scoffed at him and then said sarcastically and loud, “Man, this really takes the cake. Our fucking Pastor suggesting that I be adulterous by fucking other men.”

He ignored her outburst and said, “You didn’t answer the question. Is that something you’d do to save your marriage?”

She hemmed and hawed for a minute and then said, “Okay, okay, I have wanted to take Jeff up on his offer, but I didn’t want him to think I'm a whore. So, hell yes, I’d like to be fucked with a bigger cock, and I want it to be a very big one. I’ve gone enough years fucking Jeff’s little dick.”

I knew that Leonard was making his move, when he asked, “What if I told you there’s a way to have sex with a very-well-hung man, without the risk of upsetting your personal relationships with friends and associates that you might have been thinking of fucking?

Diana winked at me as she answered, “Yeah, right, where would I find someone like that?”

That was Leonard’s chance to zero in, and he responded, “I don’t want to shock you, Diana, but I told Jeff that I would be willing to be his surrogate. I’m happy to do anything to help you two. But I must admit that it wouldn’t be a sacrifice for me. You are a beautiful and well-built woman, and it would be an honor.”

She threw up her hands and said, “Whoa, this is an awful lot to absorb, and I can’t talk about this anymore right now. That’s a really far-out suggestion, for a lot of reasons. I mean, no offense, but you’re a black man and our preacher. Let’s just finish dinner, and then we can talk more in the living room.”

I think Diana wanted to tease Leonard, but letting him think that she wouldn’t be interested, and a half hour later we were in the living room drinking more wine. Diana and Leonard were on the couch, and I was on the chair across from them.

We talked about some church activities for a few minutes, and then Leonard said, “I don’t mean to push, Diana, but what do you think of my offer? If it’s a ‘no’, that’s fine, but I just need to know.”

Diana looked like she was concentrating on her answer, and then she said, “Oh shit, this is all pretty weird. But I guess if I had some idea about, about, you know, your size, then maybe I could decide.”

Leonard looked over at me and raised his eyebrows, like he had made a big breakthrough. Then he started unfastening his belt and pants, as he said, “Okay, Diana, you can see for yourself. Would you lean over and help me with the zipper?”

It only took seconds for them to get his pants and underwear down to his knees, and Diana was looking spellbound at his huge, soft cock. She was incredulous and said, “Holy fucking shit, that thing’s over twice as long as Jeff’s dick, and four times as thick, and it’s still soft. I’m not even sure a woman could take that thing in her.”

He laughed and took her hand, placing it on his cock, and said, “Stroke it for me, so you can see it on hard.”

Diana was leaning over him stroking his cock, and as it got to full hardness, he put his hand on her back, and slowly and gently guided her face down to his crotch. I knew that she was close enough to take in his musky aroma, when she suddenly leaned the rest of the way down and took his cock head in her mouth.

She was taking more and more of his oozing cock into her mouth and sucking hard, as he looked over at me smiling and said, “Damn, Jeff, you and your wife make a damn fine cock sucking team. I’ve just got to get a feel of her fine tits.”

Leonard began unfastening the buttons on the back of her dress, and as the dress fell away from her upper torso, Leonard reached down to fondle her braless tits. She was moaning on his big cock, and he took control and said, “Let’s take this to your bedroom.”

He left his pants on the floor in the living room, and Diana held him by his cock as we walked into our bedroom. Then she dropped her dress and panties to the floor and laid back on the bed naked. She held out her arms to him and said, “Come on, Leonard, let’s see if you can use that big thing. Just take it easy at first. I’ve never had anything that big inside of me.”

I got between their legs and watched as he began sucking her breasts and pressing inch after inch of his black phallus into her lilywhite cunt. Not knowing that she was used to fucking other big-cocked men, he seemed surprised when she was able to take nine inches of his meat with no complaints.

Then she wrapped her legs around his ass, and pulled hard as she swiveled her hips, and in another two minutes he was buried to the balls in her adulterous cunt.

He pulled away from her breast to say, “Oh fuck, you’re taking every inch of my big cock. This can’t be the first time you’ve been fucked by big cocks. I’ve seen Jeff’s dick, and there’s no way he could have prepared your pussy for me.”

Diana pulled his face to hers, and just before she gave him a deep, soulful kiss, she moaned out loud, “Just shut up and fuck me, Pastor. I’m going to want a lot more of your big cock, and I can hardly wait until you breed me with your big load of Negro seed.”

Leonard fucked her three times that night, and I cleaned her pussy and his cock after each time. He also couldn’t get enough of her big breasts, and he sucked them whenever they were resting between fucks. He became our fourth regular stud, and we never admitted that Diana had become a whore for big-cocked men before he came into the picture. But I know he suspected otherwise.

It became a challenge juggling our schedules, with those four men fucking her a total of twelve times per week, on average, and sometimes much more. I also sucked them off and swallowed their cum when Diana was on the rag, or otherwise unavailable. For that reason, I held off on writing anymore stories for a while, at least until one or more of those men grew tired of fucking her, or vice versa.

I was looking forward to our trip to New Orleans the following year, and I could hardly wait to tell Theotis and Felonise that his spell worked perfectly for me. I was cynical of Theotis’ claims about his spells, but I learned that the world is a very exciting and mysterious place, and it helps if we keep our minds open to all the possibilities.