A Naughty Cuckolding

Darius couldn't believe his luck. Part of him was worried he'd never see Amanda again, that the married couple would pick up and move after their dalliance from weeks previous. When she showed up at his front door earlier in the evening, all she said was, "I want you to come over and fuck me."

"What about your husband?" Darius had to reply.

"He's out of town, and he's okay with it."

He looked down at her large tits bouncing sexily across her frame, and then he leaned down to kiss her, their tongues twirling in a sort of lust that could not be feigned. Her married pussy clung to his thick black member, massaging it in such deeply perverse pleasure. Darius was thrilled that Brent was deciding to embrace his role as a cuckold, and he smiled as his ego soared at the reality of fucking this beautiful married woman.

"You like the way I fuck you don't you Sugar." Darius teased, finally on the verge of cumming himself.

Amanda clawed even harder into his back as she felt another orgasm brewing. "I love the way you fuck me! No one has ever fucked me like you!"

Darius grunted, once again feeling an indescribable pleasure begin to explode from his recoiling testicles. His shaft engorged, and he screamed. "Fuck! That married pussy is making me nut!"

Amanda joined him in pleasure chorus, her own orgasm exploding across her body, and causing her to convulse. "Cum in meee!!"

They bucked hard, two bodies melting into one as black manhood and white womanhood conjoined in orgasmic release. Eventually their bucking subsided, and the lay intertwined in each others arms, breathing heavily.

"He's gone for two days?" Darius asked.

Amanda could only nod, still catching her breath.

"Good. I'm gonna call into work tomorrow. I'm taking the day off."

Amanda looked down at his onyx tube, the large black cock that brought her so much pleasure, now coated in a sheen of her womanly cream. She shuddered, impossibly excited to spend the day with Darius.

They were naked from sunup to sundown, and Amanda couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt that she had never experienced that sort of sexual romp in all her years with her husband.

'If Brent could fuck me like Darius, maybe we would have.' She thought, gripping into the chiseled black chest of her neighbor, riding his manly cock to completion for the seventh time today.

Brent had actually called her earlier in the afternoon, which resulted in the most sexual conversation the married couple had ever experienced.

"He's here right now." Amanda spoke sultrily, responding to her husband's rapid fire questions. She was currently laying naked with Darius, on their marital bed.

"In our room?" Brent replied, breathless in disbelief. He fell instinctively onto his hotel bed, sitting in aroused confusion.

"Yea. He can hear our conversation." Amanda replied, biting her lip in naughty arousal.

"What up Brent!" Darius boomed, his involvement in their game now adding another perverse layer to an already taboo dynamic.

"I'm rubbing his cock, Brent. My hand doesn't even fit around it." Amanda pumped his dark member, consistently fascinated by its hulking size, masculine presence. She watched intently as his large balls gently rose and fell to her stroke. She bit her lip, so impossibly aroused by Darius's manhood.

Brent's mouth was dry, lump in his throat heavy. He couldn't believe their marriage had arrived at such an insane place, and further, he couldn't believe how much he loved it. "He's really that much bigger than me?" Brent asked, the question loaded.

"Oh god honey. Yes." Was Amanda's breathless reply.

Darius smiled, leaning up and position himself to align his cock at Amanda's pussy. "Not to worry Brent. I'm showing your wife a good time." He leaned down into the phone as he said it, teasing the husband.

Amanda's face was beet red, but she absolutely loved this unbelievable, naughty conversation. She spread her legs slowly as she felt his manhood enter her, biting her lip in a whine to her husband, "Oh my god baby, he's putting it inside me again!"

Brent was stroking himself like a man possessed as he listened to the impossible scenario play out over the phone. This was perverted, delicious, madness.

"Baby! Oh god it feels so good! He stretches me out!" Brent listened on as he heard the commotion of their bed shaking, the unmistakable sounds of bodies slapping together in lust. Darius grunted as he plunged into Amanda's pussy, growing addicted to her tightness.

"Get off that phone. I'm gonna make you cum." Darius spoke loud enough so that Brent could hear him.

Amanda moaned, "Ohh! Fuckkk! Baby I love you, but I gotta go! Darius is fucking meee-"

Suddenly silence for Brent, the call now ended. He pumped his dick furiously, and within moments he came, spurting onto the hotel room floor.

Brent flew back the following day, and couldn't help but be stunned by how in love with Amanda he had become. He had always loved his wife, to be sure, but lately something was heightened, charged, about her. It was something about the way she was willing to be so uninhibited, so willingly taboo. It excited Brent beyond words, and further - made him somehow proud.

Next Saturday afternoon, Amanda had returned to the apartment after one of her runs. Brent was sitting down in the living room as Amanda sprawled out on the couch opposite him. He couldn't help but notice her plump rear as it jiggled in her lycra shorts.

Amanda groaned, "I think I pulled a hammy." She reached behind her, groping at her upper thigh.

"Well you've been running hard almost every day, maybe you need a break." Brent offered, smiling. He could tell the injury wasn't serious.

"I need a massage, is what I need." Amanda retorted, smiling.

Brent closed the laptop screen, and stood, walking over to his wife. He sat down next to her and began rubbing up her thigh.

Amanda interjected, "Thank you baby, but I was actually hoping for a more professional massage." She leaned back at him, thumb nail in her mouth, biting it in teasing fashion.

"Do you want me to go ask him?" Brent heard himself say, becoming both nervous and excited by the prospect.

"Could you? I don't want to move." Amanda replied, thankful and aroused. There was something naughty about asking her husband to go call upon her hung lover, for a rub down.

Minutes later Brent found himself knocking at the door of the man who was fucking his wife.

"Hey Brent." Darius smiled, surprised to see him.

Brent somehow retained confidence around Darius. He had grown to realize he wasn't humiliated by his place as a cuckold, if anything he took a strange sort of pride in being so progressive about his wife's satisfaction. "Hey man. Amanda pulled a hammy running a minute ago, she was looking for a massage. You busy?"

Darius was intrigued to see Brent at the helm of the invitation. Nonetheless, he willingly accepted, excited by an opportunity to cuckold the husband in person. Darius was a natural alpha male in the bedroom, and he learned more and more that the conquest excited him.

He accepted the invitation, "I'm free. Let me grab my kit."

Amanda was moaning softly as Darius moved his large black hands up and down her upper thighs. Brent was seated across from them, desperately trying to distract himself with his computer, but failing.

"That feels nice." Amanda hissed, smiling.

"Thank you Sugar." Darius replied.

Darius continued to massage up and down her thick white thigh, glancing his fingers against her lycra shorts and ass cheeks whenever he did. Amanda glanced back at him. "Why don't you take those off, so you have more room to work?" She bit her lip sexily, glancing over at Brent to gauge his reaction. She had the intention of fucking Darius from before she left for her run, and was excited to involve Brent.

Brent heard the impossibly arousing request, but pretended to be caught up with the numbers on his monitor.

Amanda wouldn't let him off the hook that easily, however. She wanted her husband to see what Darius had been doing to her. It wasn't an intention to humiliate him, she had no desire to do that. She simply thought it would arouse him even further, to offer him a role in his cuckolding.

"Is that okay baby?" Amanda asked her husband.

Brent's eyes widened, but he was steadfast in his reply, "Is what okay?"

"If Darius takes off my shorts, so he can rub my butt a little?" She smiled sexily in her husband's direction.

Brent cleared his throat, arousal levels skyrocketing in his perverted mind. "Yeah, that's okay."

Darius smiled, in tune with the game Amanda was playing. He immediately peeled the lycra shorts down Amanda's lily white ass. The plumpness of her cheeks came into view, and Darius noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. It caused his heavy cock to begin to stir.

Darius continued his rub down, now proceeding up her ass, squeezing her cheeks in delight. It caused more moans of pleasure from the wife. "Mmm. Keep doing that."

Minutes passed, and Amanda decided to roll over, pulling her running shirt off in the process. Only her tight fitting sports bra remained, her busty tits bursting beneath the elastic fabric.

She wanted to get naked for Darius, and her husband. She looked towards Brent, asking again, "Baby. I'm going to take off my bra. Is that okay?"

Brent glanced over, and nearly gasped when he realized that his wife wasn't wearing any panties. She was simply laying naked on the couch for Darius's feasting eyes.

She arched her head back at her husband, making erotic eye contact with him. "Is it?"

Brent cleared his throat, unbelievably aroused, pangs of jealousy and embarrassment bouncing against his psyche. He could only nod, and watched in horror as Amanda peeled her bra off. Her large milky tits spilled out and jiggled sexily in their taboo freedom.

Darius immediately began caressing their weight, gently tickling her pale nipples as he fondled Brent's wife's big tits right in front of him.

"Do all your clients get naked for you?" Amanda asked, teasingly.

"Just you Sugar." Darius couldn't help himself, and leaned down to kiss her. Amanda's delicate hand instinctively reached for the massive tent in Darius's basketball shorts. Brent watched in aroused horror as her tiny fingers encircled his concealed length, as her lips smashed against his.

They kissed again. "I want you to take me into my bedroom and fuck me." Amanda's words were breathless, and Brent's world was now closing in around him. His vision was laser focused on the impossible, lust filled groping session occurring in front of him. All the teasing, all the imagination, was nothing compared to the intensity of the real thing.

"Is that okay baby?" Amanda asked again, this time the stakes deliriously high.

"Is what okay?" Brent croaked, it was a useless effort to delay the inevitable.

Amanda repeated, lustfully, "Is it okay if Darius takes me into our bedroom and fucks me?"

Brent's mind was sent reeling. He couldn't believe this was reality, and still, "Yes." He heard himself say.

They stood, Amanda smiling wickedly, pulling Darius around the corner and into their bedroom. Brent remained seated, unable to process what was happening. A minute went by, and then another, and then suddenly his wife's voice sent a chill up his spine.

"Put it in me." It was a hushed comment, but it was as loud as a mountaintop scream to Brent.

Brent's mouth went dry, but his slacks rose in impossible arousal. He heard the commotion of bodies on their bed, the faint squeaks of the sturdy frame. His wife was being fucked!

She tried to curtail her passion, but it inevitably grew, quickly. Her moans graduated from muffled squeals into delirious moans in less than a minute. Brent's mouth was dry as he listened to the love of his life scream in satisfaction. "Its so big! Fuck me!! Fuck me with that big cock!" Oh goddd!!" The sounds of their bodies slapping together in lust accompanied her impassioned groans.

"Jesus." Brent whispered to himself.

Amanda was delirious in lust over the reality of getting stuffed by their stud neighbor, her husband listening from outside the doorway. Months of teasing and acceptance. Now Brent would bear witness to the true nature of his cuckolding.

Brent managed to stand, finally, driven by an instinctual need to see the erotic act of human nature occurring in his bedroom. He walked slowly, unable to comprehend how loud his wife was being, her throes of passion unlike anything he had heard before.

"Yes!! Yes!! Ohh Goddd!! Darius!! Stuff me babyyy! Stuff my tight pussy with your big cockkk!!" Amanda was inflamed with taboo passion, her dirty talk elevating to a realm near that of fiction. She wanted her husband to witness her pleasure, and for that honest acceptance to excite him as well.

Brent grabbed onto the door frame, their sexual explosion growing louder as he approached. When he finally looked into his bedroom, he nearly collapsed.

To see another man, on his bed, pistoning an incomprehensibly large cock into his wife. He would never forget it.

To Brent, initially, he was hit by a strong wave of embarrassment. How could he allow such an unspeakable act to occur under his roof? His wife was being fucked by another man for gods sake! What the fuck was going on?! He quickly composed himself, desperate to remain calm. Suddenly an even more potent wave of eroticism and arousal hit him. It was indescribable in its intensity, in its harrowing visual reality. Amanda's plump ass was smushed into their bed cushion, and mere inches above that was a collision of life altering magnitude. Brent's eyes widened as he bore witness to his wife's stretched pussy, clinging perversely to Darius's thick black shaft as it plunged forcefully in and out of her. He couldn't fathom how easily she was taking his size, his dark width coated in an intoxicating cream of Amanda's wetness. The sound of their mating was surreal, soaked and primal and inflamed. Every time Darius would pull out and thrust into her she would moan in delight, and the squishing sound of her womanhood desperately accepting his black cock would be burnt into Brent's mind forever. They had only been fucking for minutes, but Brent realized he had never seen her so wet, so willing.

Immediately beneath the collision of their sexes, Darius's large balls slapped erotically against Amanda's rear with every stroke, absurdly concealing and revealing her delicate asshole with every thrust. Her gorgeous legs wrapped above his behind, latching onto his lower back. Brent was aroused even by her feminine feet, pink nail polish on her toes as they curled in response to the pleasure she was receiving. Further atop the the sight of their love making, his stomach roiled upon noticing her wedding ring, as her hands clawed into his black muscular back.

"Fuck mee!! Fuck mee!! Fuck meee!!" The flopping noise was perverse, haunting, taunting. Brent's dick was the hardest it had ever been, and he instinctively unzipped, exposing himself whilst still standing in the doorway to his own bedroom.

It was a bombardment of emotions. Humiliation, fear, excitement, pride, wonder, jealousy, sadness, happiness, satisfaction. Striking deeper than any of those, however, was arousal.

Brent was truly and deeply aroused by the sight of his wife writhing beneath the pleasure that Darius was giving her. Why should he hate himself for it? Probably less than one percent of men were as endowed as Darius. Somehow, against every component of social programming, Brent was thrilled that his wife was on the receiving end of porn star endowment. It was true that men loved to see their wives acting naughty, and this was the ultimate in acting naughty.

Amanda, through her throes of lust, somehow noticed that her husband was now watching from the doorway, and it only served to enhance her pleasure and arousal. She couldn't believe the man she married, the love of her life, was watching this hung stud pump her full of his huge black cock. It was the naughtiest possible reality, and she wanted to draw Brent's attention to the sight of it.

She moaned between Darius's masculine thrusts, "Do you like watching baby?"

Brent noticed her glazed eyes of lust, staring back at him. He could only nod at his sexual goddess of a wife.

"You see how big his cock is? I told you it was huge." Amanda drew Brent's attention back to the extramarital collision of black cock and white pussy. His manhood really was massive, girth impossibly wide, blackness driving deep into his wife's sex. The lips of her womanhood were stretched so sexually, as her wetness clung to his organ in complete need.

Brent found his voice through his trance, wanting some kind of verbal communication with the love of his life. "Are you having fun baby? Do you like it?" He asked, now stroking his dick in ultimate acceptance.

Amanda moaned, "Oh god! Fuck yes baby! He's fucking me so good!" Brent still couldn't believe how inflamed his wife's words were, it was almost as if she had become an entirely new woman in her lewdness.

Darius began to pick up his speed, him too, savoring in his role as alpha male in the bedroom. It was intoxicating for him, to take this married woman to such sexual heights while her lesser equipped husband watched in envious wonder. He whispered into Amanda's ear, "Brent can't fuck you like this."

Amanda groaned in response to the deeply taboo honesty of Darius's dirty talk. She whispered back, kissing his neck "No. He can't."

"Say it. Say it Sugar." Darius was pumping away with a primal need to hear her admission.

Amanda groaned deeper, giving in to his request. She whined, sultrily, tauntingly, loud enough so that Brent could hear, "Oh goddd Darius! Your big cock fucks me so much better than my husband's!"

Brent's mouth hung agape, somehow deeply aroused by his wife's cutting admission.

The flopping noise of their mating sexes then increased further, as did the pitch of Amanda's moans. "Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Yes!! Do me with your big cock!!"

Brent's eyes with transfixed on the taboo interracial sex occurring in his marital bed, and he knew an orgasm was close for all three of them.

Amanda prodded her husband further, giving in to her impeding release, "Oh god baby! He's stretching me out! Look at his big cock stretch my pussy!!"

Darius began to grunt, and he too could feel a deep orgasm on the verge of exploding.

"Fuck me Darius! Fuck me with your manly cock!!" Amanda implored.

"It's coming Sugar." Darius groaned, arching his back just moments from ejaculation. "I'm gonna cum in that married pussy!" He roared, and Brent watched in aroused horror as Darius's massive black balls ascended tight to the underside of his engorged shaft, pulsating as it delivered a payload of seed deep into Brent's wife's wanting pussy.

"Fuckk!! Meee!! Yesss!! Goddd!! Take me! Take me! Take me! Take meee!!" Amanda's voice was harrowing as her own orgasm exploded along with Darius's cock. She clawed into his strong back, eyes rolling back into her head as her husband watched her cum for another man. Brent squirted his own ejaculate uselessly onto the bedroom floor as he watched Darius's cock continue to contract and pulse, launching rope after rope of cum deep into Amanda's womb. The irony of where each man finished was not lost on Brent, and somehow it was yet another layer of perverted arousal for the husband.

Seconds went by, and silence filled the room. The three of them were breathing heavily as the cloud of lust slowly dissipated. Brent watched in awe as Darius slowly pulled his cock out of Amanda. It's black length was inflamed, and soaking in Amanda's cum. His heavy organ escaped her pussy with a perverse plopping sound, exposing a stretched opening. Brent couldn't believe his eyes. Darius's cum was smeared across his wife's still pulsating womanhood, a stark reminder of how thoroughly Brent was just cuckolded.