I wrote this yesterday, on MLK Birthday. Kind of interesting timing.
Accidental Interracial Cuckold
This is the story of how I first became cuckold, along with the transformation of my lovely wife into an Interracial Hotwife.
This journey started, like many couples, when we were just looking for a female to join us in a mff threesome. We posted some ads on Craiglist. All we got were spam and fakes. Finally, after several weeks of disappointment, a married lady named“Jackie” sent us an email, informing us that we were wasting our time because all we would get on Craigslist would be fake responses. She suggested that we attend a no pressure swinging event that she was hosting at her house located in the suburbs close to us.
Initially, we had no intentions of going to a swinger event. We didn’t classify ourselves as swingers, nor were we looking to get into that ‘Lifestyle. In our minds, when we thought of swingers we thought of old sagging retired couples in Florida. We were sure that there would not be anyone there that we were interested in.
For me, looking back, I think I had hidden reservations on the entire concept of sharing my beautiful 27 year old wife. A threesome with another woman in our bed was a win-win-win for all. Another couple, with all the bodily fluids being exchanged, plus allowing ‘my Scarlet’s’ pussy to be used by another cock, well, that was a threshold for me that I didn’t want to cross.
However, Scarlet called Jackie a few times. Jackie was very reassuring. She made the point that we had nothing to lose since there were no expectations at her parties. We could look, explore, watch, even get it on with each other and not even include any other couples. Scarlet was intrigued and curious; and in a way, so was I. If we were going to find another woman for Scarlet, this would be the safest and easiest way to go. Plus, I reasoned, I might score some pussy for myself alone.
Scarlet kept talking about it, especially after we made love. It took her three days to wear out my resistance. After an especially enjoyable deep throating of my cock, I relented and gave my approval. Women, they know exactly what will break our willpower every time: a nice sucking on our cocks. Scarlett practically squealed in delight when I nodded my approval for the venture. I think she called Jackie as soon as she got out of bed!
The day of the House Party arrived soon enough. I recall getting pretty horny, not because of the upcoming event, but because Scarlett looked so sexy that day. She was wearing a gorgeous red dress that hugged her curves perfectly, loop earrings, and gold high heels. Beneath it all she had on a push up bra, black lace panties and sheer black nylon stockings. She had taken extra time to really do up her hair and makeup. Yes, she looked so good that as we were getting ready I bent her over the bed, yanked her panties down to her ankles and thrust my cock into her in one stroke.
There was something primal in the way I took her. On a subconscious level, I guess, I wanted to plant my seed in her before anyone else got the chance to fuck her that night. I don’t think I lasted even two dozen strokes before I released my load into her. Since she was on the Pill, there was no chance at pregnancy that night, but we had still discussed the use of condoms, for both of us, should the opportunity arise, to prevent STD’s from spoiling it all.
After I pulled out, Scarlett quickly pulled her panties back up, adjusted her dress and turned toward me. We looked into each other’s eyes for a while before her giggles broke the spell. I leaned into her and kissed her deeply. My hands slid along her sides as we broke the kiss. “Have fun tonight,” I whispered into her left ear. “You too guy” was her giggled response.
A few minutes later, we strode down the stairs, out the front door and into late afternoon sunlight. As we stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the car service, a group of girls actually stopped to compliment her on the dress. She was brimming after that. The car ride to the suburbs was pretty long (we don’t own a car, city folk that we are).
Outside the window, the city buildings gave way to tree lined streets. Caught up in the sexuality of our activity, I caressed my wife’s left inner thigh, working my fingers up under her dress. I met no resistance as I spread her legs and played with her pussy through her lacy panties. She told me later that she caught the car driver stealing glances at us in the rear mirror. She did not need to tell me how excited that made her, as her pussy became so hot and wet for me. I have always liked it when a lover becomes so very wet at my touch. It shows me how receptive and willing the woman is to sex when she lubricates like a fountain. My lovely bride, Scarlett, ranked at the top of the list of women that I have had that lubricates so well.
I remember it being a decently long drive till we finally made it to Jackie’s house. When she opened the door she gave each of us a welcoming hug, then, standing a foot back from us, exclaimed how beautiful we looked as a couple. Inside, if I’m remembering correctly, there was only one other guest couple at that point; they were introduced as friends of Jackie and her husband. As I shook hands with the other couple, I realized that we had just entered the world of The Lifestyle, as they refer to it.
Describing Jackie could be a whole other story in itself. She’s an interesting combination of warmth and intensity. She knows what she wants and is very to the point. She was in a lesbian relationship for 7 years. When that relationship ended she put an ad looking for a man who could match her sexual drive, a fuck buddy on a regular basis. Apparently, she married her fuck buddy after a torrid six months. He is a well educated man, in has late 40’s , who owns his own business.
She told us that she rarely participates in any play within The Lifestyle; instead gets her joy from watching her husband with other women. Therefor, she does all the posting ads and weeding out crazy women to find her husband a match. I found this all very intriguing, considering that it’s usually the other way around with couples. I would describe their sexual relationship as almost a reverse cuckold in that she absolutely worships her husband. Jackie herself is by any measure attractive, though not my type. While she is very shapely, with golden hair that falls past her shoulders, she has a warn look of a middle aged woman that I have never found attractive.
We chatted a little as more couples showed up. Unfortunately ,the more couples that showed up the more disappointing it became. There was nothing wrong with them as a while, they just weren’t our type. I didn’t mind this because I was enjoying socializing, but I could tell Scarlett was bummed out. She did pick up a little when this very attractive white female and her Hispanic husband arrived.
Lucy, the wife, had the classic American pin-up look; tall, statuesque, and oozed sex appeal. She and Scarlett made eye contact as soon as Jackie welcomed them inside. As I watched, both women flirted, complimented each other on their good looks and taste in clothing, however, nothing materialized . Sadly for Scarlett, Lucy ended up going upstairs with Jackie’s husband,;his arm wrapped around her waist and his hand on her ass as they ascended the stairs.
Other than Jackie’s husband and Lucy, there was not a lot of action going on. We all mostly talked, drank, and ate snacks. I was beginning to lose my nervousness, and perhaps, my hangups, as the alcohol started to take effect. Later, I would come to regret consuming so much *******.. Even though none of the couples had met our preference I was enjoying the evening of listening to the seasoned couples give us advice on how to approach the lifestyle. It was pretty apparent that we were not going to get any action that night. But the information I was gleaning from the chats was invaluable.
The next couple that walked through the door reaffirmed that prospect as they looked exactly like the swinger caricature we feared. He had slicked back gray hair, opened collared shirt showing his chest hair and a round belly. What’s worse his shirt was filled with porn images and naked women. If you look “tacky” in the dictionary you’d find him there. She was much more presentable, except that she came into the party already ******* and slurring. She ended up getting even more *******. While attempting to sit on the counter top she fell into the sink and broke Jackie’s expensive designer faucet. After that, her husband took her home.
Jackie, the good host that she is, picked up on our feelings just after the tacky couple left She came to us both and whispered “don’t worry, I have a couple coming that I think you’re going to love” then smiled and gave Scarlett a wink. True to her word, less than ten minutes later, it was evident what she meant as a young, very attractive, interracial couple walked through the door. Scarlett’s eyes lit up as she eyed them both, top to bottom.
He was a good looking guy with a broad shouldered football body; though, to be honest, it had gotten a little soft. She was the classic blond bombshell; the type of woman that guys spend a lot of money to watch dance so that they can go home to fuck their wives after while thinking of her. Interestingly enough, we later found out that she had once been a stripper. She had a lean dancer’s body, full breasts, long straight blonde hair with highlights, a nose piercing, and some strategically placed tattoos. In short, she was gorgeous. We naturally gravitated to each other. It was obvious to all involved, including the others at the party, that the four of us would end up with each other in a room upstairs that night.
I will introduce him as “Jamal” and his wife as “Coco”. The four of us took over a sofa in the living room, paired off seated next to the spouse of the opposite sex. Jamal was a very down to earth guy pleasant guy. Confident, cool, and with a quick smile. Coco was a little standoff-ish at first, which I attribute to her looks and that being a stripper she probably had to deal with a lot of strange guys constantly hitting on her. Soon, her cordial demeanor broke into a more open one as the four of us made light conversations. She did not flinch when I finally got up my courage to place my hand on her knee; the universal Lifestyle signal a man gives to a wife to indicate sexual attraction. She did not spread her legs for me, but did not remove my hand either. Her eyes indicated, ‘willing’.
As for Jamal and my wife, they were getting along, as the expression goes, famously. Scarlet held her head up high as she looked into his eyes, exposing her open neck to him and was leaning her ample chest into his shoulder. The sparkle in her eyes, really, revealed all. When Jamal placed his hand on her knee, she allowed him to track his fingers all the way across her thigh to the hem of her dress. My mind went dizzy at the though of how wet her pussy must have been.
Our time on the sofa seemed to go so quickly. A few of the couples, finding no suitable playmates, left. When the upstairs play rooms began to clear, we mutually expressed our desires of taking things further. By this point I was tipsy, not fall down *******, but pass buzz. I will try to recollect the details of the events that followed our journey ‘to the upstairs’, including my embarrassments, to the best of my ability (and honesty).
I’m not entirely sure how it transpired, but I ended up in one room alone with Coco; Jamal in another with Scarlett. I felt an anxiety rush when I heard the door close behind me, this being my first time being alone in a bedroom with another man’s wife. Never the less, looking Coco in the eyes, I took a few steps toward her and began to kiss the base of her neck, circling my right arm around her waist. I quickly worked my way up to her lips. Kissing, we fell to the bed together.
I recall pausing our passionate embraces to ask if she was “Okay with this”. Earlier, the Swinger vets gave me stern advice to make sure everything was consensual. All that, ‘don’t think you can just sit next to a couple, take the wife’s close off and go at it’ kind of advice. Thinking back, I’m palming my face in embarrassment for taking that advice so literally.
Imagine me asking permission for each little step I took. For example “Is it okay if I take off your bra,” “Do you mind if I kiss your nipples” and so on and so on, until I removed her panties. How erotic huh? Indeed. Anyway despite my best effort of killing the mood the touching and kissing progressed.
With her panties now on the floor, I yanked down my boxers, spread her legs and buried my face in her crotch. At this point, I reasoned, no reason for any more assurances. She was waxed and had two stars tattooed on the mound above her pussy. I found that so very sexy. She moaned slightly as my tongue found her clit. After a few minutes, she nudged me up, indicating that she was ready for the full action.
There was just one problem however, I wasn’t hard. The combination of the ******* and jitters had my little man flaccid, limp and close to my body.
This was the first time this has ever happened to me with any woman. I panicked, which only exasperated the situation as you need to be relaxed for an erection. I froze for a few seconds, but then tried to be slick, kissing her on the belly button, kissing my way back down to her pussy to resume eating her out. She seemed to enjoy it, purring a little and getting even more wet. Again she nudged me up and started grinding her hips, a clear indication that she’s ready to be fucked. Unfortunately it was still a no go for the penis.
Slowly, I got off her and took my time getting to the condoms that were left for us on the side table, hoping that in the time it took, I could get Little Jr up and ready and ready for action. As I walked to the condoms I stroked my dick furiously, cursing it under my breath for being unresponsive at this critical moment. I tore the condom out of the package.
Condom in hand, I made my way back to this lovely wife of another man, splayed out of the bed, willing and waiting for me to fuck her. With my limp dick still in my hand, I climbed into bed with her and tried to roll the condom down my penis.
Putting a condom on a soft dick is no easy task. Once past the head, you lose sensation, so you really can’t make your shaft fill the condom at all. She must have noticed something was wrong and sat up toward me. To mask my issue, I leaned into her and kissed her as I tried to stroke myself to erection. To make matters even worse, from a psychological standpoint, the sounds of my lovely wife, the ‘Oooo’s and AHhaaaa’s’ from her fuck session in the next room , penetrated the wall and filled the bedroom.
Finally she said “I’m glad you keep checking to make sure I’m okay but right now I just want you to fuck me hard.” So this was it. No more stalling or delays, it was going to happen or not. I thought to recall a favorite porn scene, one with a very blond Jeanine Lindmulder, and managed to get to half mast. Enough to keep the condom in place with a little help from my left hand. Sadly, when I went to put it in, the wind died and so did my sail. There was no point in trying to push a limp cock into pussy.
At this failure, I was completely embarrassed. A humiliating shiver ran down my spine as I looked down at the dejected Coco. After some more fail attempts it was apparent that it just wasn’t going to be my night. Really, I had to suppress a tear as looked down at Coco’s open, fluffy pussy. Her lips were all spread out and full, glistening from my saliva and her womanly lube. Bit of a gap there too, I though. ‘Testament to Jamal having a large cock’, I wondered. And next to that delightful pink pussy was my soft dick with a condom half falling off it. Damn it!
Coco let out a ‘Ooof’and started to sit up. I put my hand between her breasts and pushed her back down. I felt I had a duty to perform, after all. So, like a lesbian lover, I slid two fingers into Coco, twisted them up to find her G-Spot, then rubbed and licked her into an orgasm. Eventually she came, not a shaking orgasm, but a quick ‘Ooooh!’, then it was over.
Coco quickly rolled over, grabbed her panties from the floor and pulled them over her hips to cover herself. As I stood to put on my boxers, cover up my failed, limp, junk, there was a knock at the door. Jackie told us that the party was over, we were the only ones left. We quickly put on our cloths, in silence, barely looking at each other, then we walked down the stairs to the living room.
Once we got to the living room, we realized that Jamal and Scarlett had not come out of their room yet. I had to wait , seated on that sofa, for a few minutes with a sexually frustrated Coco as Jamal finish pounding my girl. The final sexual “Oooo, AHhhhha” of their mutual orgasm from inside the bedroom reached all the way downstairs to fill our ears. Talk about feeling emasculated.
Mercifully, it took only a few minutes for Jamal, fallowed by Scarlett, to emerge from the bedroom. So looked so freshly fucked and satisfied as she bounced down the staircase. Jamal, for his part, simply flashed me a smile and walked over to hug his waiting wife. When all was said and done we exchanged pleasantries and numbers and went our separate ways.
Despite the embarrassment of coming up short with coco a lot of positives came out at the party. That being our first event it introduced us to the lifestyle. It broke the ice for us on a mutual sexual level that we would have never explored on our own. A world of ‘so much more’ in the bedroom had been discovered.
Scarlett easily detected that something was wrong. I was deflated, as limp emotionally as my soft cock. “What?” she asked as we walked down the flagstones, toward the waiting Uber Car.
“Not my night to be masculine”, was my reply. She simply patted my right arm in response. Indeed, sharing the details of our different experiences was best left till the next day.
We rode back home in silence. Scarlet placed her head on my left shoulder and quickly dozed off. Good enough, she had to have been both physically and emotionally exhausted from her experiences.
I would learn of the full details of her sexual congress with the first man, cock, in our marriage.
As I looked at her sleeping figure pressed into me, I realized that I had become a cuckold. An interracial cuckold at that.
What had started out as a sexual adventure, an experience for Scarlett, would evolve into a journey for both of us. The telling of that tale will also be left until later. Both Scarlett’s newly acquired taste for large black cock raving her pussy and my ‘softie’ situation would be explored in this new Lifestyle.
Accidental Interracial Cuckold
This is the story of how I first became cuckold, along with the transformation of my lovely wife into an Interracial Hotwife.
This journey started, like many couples, when we were just looking for a female to join us in a mff threesome. We posted some ads on Craiglist. All we got were spam and fakes. Finally, after several weeks of disappointment, a married lady named“Jackie” sent us an email, informing us that we were wasting our time because all we would get on Craigslist would be fake responses. She suggested that we attend a no pressure swinging event that she was hosting at her house located in the suburbs close to us.
Initially, we had no intentions of going to a swinger event. We didn’t classify ourselves as swingers, nor were we looking to get into that ‘Lifestyle. In our minds, when we thought of swingers we thought of old sagging retired couples in Florida. We were sure that there would not be anyone there that we were interested in.
For me, looking back, I think I had hidden reservations on the entire concept of sharing my beautiful 27 year old wife. A threesome with another woman in our bed was a win-win-win for all. Another couple, with all the bodily fluids being exchanged, plus allowing ‘my Scarlet’s’ pussy to be used by another cock, well, that was a threshold for me that I didn’t want to cross.
However, Scarlet called Jackie a few times. Jackie was very reassuring. She made the point that we had nothing to lose since there were no expectations at her parties. We could look, explore, watch, even get it on with each other and not even include any other couples. Scarlet was intrigued and curious; and in a way, so was I. If we were going to find another woman for Scarlet, this would be the safest and easiest way to go. Plus, I reasoned, I might score some pussy for myself alone.
Scarlet kept talking about it, especially after we made love. It took her three days to wear out my resistance. After an especially enjoyable deep throating of my cock, I relented and gave my approval. Women, they know exactly what will break our willpower every time: a nice sucking on our cocks. Scarlett practically squealed in delight when I nodded my approval for the venture. I think she called Jackie as soon as she got out of bed!
The day of the House Party arrived soon enough. I recall getting pretty horny, not because of the upcoming event, but because Scarlett looked so sexy that day. She was wearing a gorgeous red dress that hugged her curves perfectly, loop earrings, and gold high heels. Beneath it all she had on a push up bra, black lace panties and sheer black nylon stockings. She had taken extra time to really do up her hair and makeup. Yes, she looked so good that as we were getting ready I bent her over the bed, yanked her panties down to her ankles and thrust my cock into her in one stroke.
There was something primal in the way I took her. On a subconscious level, I guess, I wanted to plant my seed in her before anyone else got the chance to fuck her that night. I don’t think I lasted even two dozen strokes before I released my load into her. Since she was on the Pill, there was no chance at pregnancy that night, but we had still discussed the use of condoms, for both of us, should the opportunity arise, to prevent STD’s from spoiling it all.
After I pulled out, Scarlett quickly pulled her panties back up, adjusted her dress and turned toward me. We looked into each other’s eyes for a while before her giggles broke the spell. I leaned into her and kissed her deeply. My hands slid along her sides as we broke the kiss. “Have fun tonight,” I whispered into her left ear. “You too guy” was her giggled response.
A few minutes later, we strode down the stairs, out the front door and into late afternoon sunlight. As we stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the car service, a group of girls actually stopped to compliment her on the dress. She was brimming after that. The car ride to the suburbs was pretty long (we don’t own a car, city folk that we are).
Outside the window, the city buildings gave way to tree lined streets. Caught up in the sexuality of our activity, I caressed my wife’s left inner thigh, working my fingers up under her dress. I met no resistance as I spread her legs and played with her pussy through her lacy panties. She told me later that she caught the car driver stealing glances at us in the rear mirror. She did not need to tell me how excited that made her, as her pussy became so hot and wet for me. I have always liked it when a lover becomes so very wet at my touch. It shows me how receptive and willing the woman is to sex when she lubricates like a fountain. My lovely bride, Scarlett, ranked at the top of the list of women that I have had that lubricates so well.
I remember it being a decently long drive till we finally made it to Jackie’s house. When she opened the door she gave each of us a welcoming hug, then, standing a foot back from us, exclaimed how beautiful we looked as a couple. Inside, if I’m remembering correctly, there was only one other guest couple at that point; they were introduced as friends of Jackie and her husband. As I shook hands with the other couple, I realized that we had just entered the world of The Lifestyle, as they refer to it.
Describing Jackie could be a whole other story in itself. She’s an interesting combination of warmth and intensity. She knows what she wants and is very to the point. She was in a lesbian relationship for 7 years. When that relationship ended she put an ad looking for a man who could match her sexual drive, a fuck buddy on a regular basis. Apparently, she married her fuck buddy after a torrid six months. He is a well educated man, in has late 40’s , who owns his own business.
She told us that she rarely participates in any play within The Lifestyle; instead gets her joy from watching her husband with other women. Therefor, she does all the posting ads and weeding out crazy women to find her husband a match. I found this all very intriguing, considering that it’s usually the other way around with couples. I would describe their sexual relationship as almost a reverse cuckold in that she absolutely worships her husband. Jackie herself is by any measure attractive, though not my type. While she is very shapely, with golden hair that falls past her shoulders, she has a warn look of a middle aged woman that I have never found attractive.
We chatted a little as more couples showed up. Unfortunately ,the more couples that showed up the more disappointing it became. There was nothing wrong with them as a while, they just weren’t our type. I didn’t mind this because I was enjoying socializing, but I could tell Scarlett was bummed out. She did pick up a little when this very attractive white female and her Hispanic husband arrived.
Lucy, the wife, had the classic American pin-up look; tall, statuesque, and oozed sex appeal. She and Scarlett made eye contact as soon as Jackie welcomed them inside. As I watched, both women flirted, complimented each other on their good looks and taste in clothing, however, nothing materialized . Sadly for Scarlett, Lucy ended up going upstairs with Jackie’s husband,;his arm wrapped around her waist and his hand on her ass as they ascended the stairs.
Other than Jackie’s husband and Lucy, there was not a lot of action going on. We all mostly talked, drank, and ate snacks. I was beginning to lose my nervousness, and perhaps, my hangups, as the alcohol started to take effect. Later, I would come to regret consuming so much *******.. Even though none of the couples had met our preference I was enjoying the evening of listening to the seasoned couples give us advice on how to approach the lifestyle. It was pretty apparent that we were not going to get any action that night. But the information I was gleaning from the chats was invaluable.
The next couple that walked through the door reaffirmed that prospect as they looked exactly like the swinger caricature we feared. He had slicked back gray hair, opened collared shirt showing his chest hair and a round belly. What’s worse his shirt was filled with porn images and naked women. If you look “tacky” in the dictionary you’d find him there. She was much more presentable, except that she came into the party already ******* and slurring. She ended up getting even more *******. While attempting to sit on the counter top she fell into the sink and broke Jackie’s expensive designer faucet. After that, her husband took her home.
Jackie, the good host that she is, picked up on our feelings just after the tacky couple left She came to us both and whispered “don’t worry, I have a couple coming that I think you’re going to love” then smiled and gave Scarlett a wink. True to her word, less than ten minutes later, it was evident what she meant as a young, very attractive, interracial couple walked through the door. Scarlett’s eyes lit up as she eyed them both, top to bottom.
He was a good looking guy with a broad shouldered football body; though, to be honest, it had gotten a little soft. She was the classic blond bombshell; the type of woman that guys spend a lot of money to watch dance so that they can go home to fuck their wives after while thinking of her. Interestingly enough, we later found out that she had once been a stripper. She had a lean dancer’s body, full breasts, long straight blonde hair with highlights, a nose piercing, and some strategically placed tattoos. In short, she was gorgeous. We naturally gravitated to each other. It was obvious to all involved, including the others at the party, that the four of us would end up with each other in a room upstairs that night.
I will introduce him as “Jamal” and his wife as “Coco”. The four of us took over a sofa in the living room, paired off seated next to the spouse of the opposite sex. Jamal was a very down to earth guy pleasant guy. Confident, cool, and with a quick smile. Coco was a little standoff-ish at first, which I attribute to her looks and that being a stripper she probably had to deal with a lot of strange guys constantly hitting on her. Soon, her cordial demeanor broke into a more open one as the four of us made light conversations. She did not flinch when I finally got up my courage to place my hand on her knee; the universal Lifestyle signal a man gives to a wife to indicate sexual attraction. She did not spread her legs for me, but did not remove my hand either. Her eyes indicated, ‘willing’.
As for Jamal and my wife, they were getting along, as the expression goes, famously. Scarlet held her head up high as she looked into his eyes, exposing her open neck to him and was leaning her ample chest into his shoulder. The sparkle in her eyes, really, revealed all. When Jamal placed his hand on her knee, she allowed him to track his fingers all the way across her thigh to the hem of her dress. My mind went dizzy at the though of how wet her pussy must have been.
Our time on the sofa seemed to go so quickly. A few of the couples, finding no suitable playmates, left. When the upstairs play rooms began to clear, we mutually expressed our desires of taking things further. By this point I was tipsy, not fall down *******, but pass buzz. I will try to recollect the details of the events that followed our journey ‘to the upstairs’, including my embarrassments, to the best of my ability (and honesty).
I’m not entirely sure how it transpired, but I ended up in one room alone with Coco; Jamal in another with Scarlett. I felt an anxiety rush when I heard the door close behind me, this being my first time being alone in a bedroom with another man’s wife. Never the less, looking Coco in the eyes, I took a few steps toward her and began to kiss the base of her neck, circling my right arm around her waist. I quickly worked my way up to her lips. Kissing, we fell to the bed together.
I recall pausing our passionate embraces to ask if she was “Okay with this”. Earlier, the Swinger vets gave me stern advice to make sure everything was consensual. All that, ‘don’t think you can just sit next to a couple, take the wife’s close off and go at it’ kind of advice. Thinking back, I’m palming my face in embarrassment for taking that advice so literally.
Imagine me asking permission for each little step I took. For example “Is it okay if I take off your bra,” “Do you mind if I kiss your nipples” and so on and so on, until I removed her panties. How erotic huh? Indeed. Anyway despite my best effort of killing the mood the touching and kissing progressed.
With her panties now on the floor, I yanked down my boxers, spread her legs and buried my face in her crotch. At this point, I reasoned, no reason for any more assurances. She was waxed and had two stars tattooed on the mound above her pussy. I found that so very sexy. She moaned slightly as my tongue found her clit. After a few minutes, she nudged me up, indicating that she was ready for the full action.
There was just one problem however, I wasn’t hard. The combination of the ******* and jitters had my little man flaccid, limp and close to my body.
This was the first time this has ever happened to me with any woman. I panicked, which only exasperated the situation as you need to be relaxed for an erection. I froze for a few seconds, but then tried to be slick, kissing her on the belly button, kissing my way back down to her pussy to resume eating her out. She seemed to enjoy it, purring a little and getting even more wet. Again she nudged me up and started grinding her hips, a clear indication that she’s ready to be fucked. Unfortunately it was still a no go for the penis.
Slowly, I got off her and took my time getting to the condoms that were left for us on the side table, hoping that in the time it took, I could get Little Jr up and ready and ready for action. As I walked to the condoms I stroked my dick furiously, cursing it under my breath for being unresponsive at this critical moment. I tore the condom out of the package.
Condom in hand, I made my way back to this lovely wife of another man, splayed out of the bed, willing and waiting for me to fuck her. With my limp dick still in my hand, I climbed into bed with her and tried to roll the condom down my penis.
Putting a condom on a soft dick is no easy task. Once past the head, you lose sensation, so you really can’t make your shaft fill the condom at all. She must have noticed something was wrong and sat up toward me. To mask my issue, I leaned into her and kissed her as I tried to stroke myself to erection. To make matters even worse, from a psychological standpoint, the sounds of my lovely wife, the ‘Oooo’s and AHhaaaa’s’ from her fuck session in the next room , penetrated the wall and filled the bedroom.
Finally she said “I’m glad you keep checking to make sure I’m okay but right now I just want you to fuck me hard.” So this was it. No more stalling or delays, it was going to happen or not. I thought to recall a favorite porn scene, one with a very blond Jeanine Lindmulder, and managed to get to half mast. Enough to keep the condom in place with a little help from my left hand. Sadly, when I went to put it in, the wind died and so did my sail. There was no point in trying to push a limp cock into pussy.
At this failure, I was completely embarrassed. A humiliating shiver ran down my spine as I looked down at the dejected Coco. After some more fail attempts it was apparent that it just wasn’t going to be my night. Really, I had to suppress a tear as looked down at Coco’s open, fluffy pussy. Her lips were all spread out and full, glistening from my saliva and her womanly lube. Bit of a gap there too, I though. ‘Testament to Jamal having a large cock’, I wondered. And next to that delightful pink pussy was my soft dick with a condom half falling off it. Damn it!
Coco let out a ‘Ooof’and started to sit up. I put my hand between her breasts and pushed her back down. I felt I had a duty to perform, after all. So, like a lesbian lover, I slid two fingers into Coco, twisted them up to find her G-Spot, then rubbed and licked her into an orgasm. Eventually she came, not a shaking orgasm, but a quick ‘Ooooh!’, then it was over.
Coco quickly rolled over, grabbed her panties from the floor and pulled them over her hips to cover herself. As I stood to put on my boxers, cover up my failed, limp, junk, there was a knock at the door. Jackie told us that the party was over, we were the only ones left. We quickly put on our cloths, in silence, barely looking at each other, then we walked down the stairs to the living room.
Once we got to the living room, we realized that Jamal and Scarlett had not come out of their room yet. I had to wait , seated on that sofa, for a few minutes with a sexually frustrated Coco as Jamal finish pounding my girl. The final sexual “Oooo, AHhhhha” of their mutual orgasm from inside the bedroom reached all the way downstairs to fill our ears. Talk about feeling emasculated.
Mercifully, it took only a few minutes for Jamal, fallowed by Scarlett, to emerge from the bedroom. So looked so freshly fucked and satisfied as she bounced down the staircase. Jamal, for his part, simply flashed me a smile and walked over to hug his waiting wife. When all was said and done we exchanged pleasantries and numbers and went our separate ways.
Despite the embarrassment of coming up short with coco a lot of positives came out at the party. That being our first event it introduced us to the lifestyle. It broke the ice for us on a mutual sexual level that we would have never explored on our own. A world of ‘so much more’ in the bedroom had been discovered.
Scarlett easily detected that something was wrong. I was deflated, as limp emotionally as my soft cock. “What?” she asked as we walked down the flagstones, toward the waiting Uber Car.
“Not my night to be masculine”, was my reply. She simply patted my right arm in response. Indeed, sharing the details of our different experiences was best left till the next day.
We rode back home in silence. Scarlet placed her head on my left shoulder and quickly dozed off. Good enough, she had to have been both physically and emotionally exhausted from her experiences.
I would learn of the full details of her sexual congress with the first man, cock, in our marriage.
As I looked at her sleeping figure pressed into me, I realized that I had become a cuckold. An interracial cuckold at that.
What had started out as a sexual adventure, an experience for Scarlett, would evolve into a journey for both of us. The telling of that tale will also be left until later. Both Scarlett’s newly acquired taste for large black cock raving her pussy and my ‘softie’ situation would be explored in this new Lifestyle.
