True experience: My wife (Karen) had a married black boyfriend that went to the same church. He was a big bear of a man and slightly older than us. He really enjoyed seducing married white Christian women, and was apparently very good at it. Karen knew his wife, though they weren't close. My wife even taught their ******* in Sunday school. I, of course, new the entire time, but he didn't know that I knew until a few months into the relationship. The entire sordid affair was the hottest thing ever! I was constantly aroused and in a state of cuckold bliss whenever we were at church. They met via a Craigslist personals ad that I had created for her. My wife knew it was him right away when he sent a picture. Karen sent him a picture that slightly obscured her face, so we weren't sure if he knew who she was at first. He finally admitted that he recognized her after about a month of sporadic online chatting. They would message each other in church, which got me super hard because of how taboo it was. Karen would show me the conversation as it was happening, and oftentimes we could see him sitting with his family across the large sermon hall.
One time his wife and ******* went out of town, and he invited her over for a massage, as, apparently, he was an amateur masseuse. It was risky for her to go to his house, since there was a danger of people seeing her, but their house was somewhat secluded. We were both giddy with excitement and I begged her to just go and have some fun. I persuaded her to at least just get a massage and that she could always just make out with him a bit and then leave. I also made it clear that I would be extremely into her fucking him if it felt right.
So, she went and got a massage while I stayed home with the *******. She ended up staying there into the evening and got fucked three times. He fucked her in his marital bed with a picture of their family on the wall. Although he wasn't trying to be rough, he was a larger guy and very passionate. He loved sucking on her breasts rather hard and firmly squeezing and stretching them. She didn't let him wipe his cum off of her, although he offered like a gentlemen. She told him that she wanted to enjoy having his cum on her as she drove home, which turned him on immensely. It was magnificent when she came home and I could smell his scent, dried saliva, and cum all over her. I literally almost came hands-free when I tasted his dried cum on her stomach and chest. I still vividly remember slowly tonguing his cum off of her belly and ribs. It was physical evidence of a his dominance over Karen and I, and a comforting confirmation of my submissive beta role. He had affectionately taken and ravaged my wife and marked her as his. I was so aroused that my cock was throbbing almost painfully, and I was continuously dripping precum and ******* humped the air as I soothed and worshiped her body with my tongue.
Her breasts were sore for a few days afterwards and she said her cervix felt bruised. Karen would whisper or text me to tell me how sore she was throughout the next week as a reminder of her loving betrayal. I relished the times when we would pass by him and his wife in church and exchange pleasantries. Shaking his hand knowing that he had defiled my wife would always leave me a bit light-headed in a warm cuckold trance. Karen began to feel close to his wife since he would talk about her and their problems all the time. He eventually began to cum inside of Karen during subsequent hard and quick lunch-time fuck sessions in the back of my SUV as I served as both their lookout and chauffeur. We think that her fluid-bonding with him also contributed to her feeling of closeness with him and his wife.
Sadly, it evolved into more of an online emotional relationship. I didn't mind that they were becoming emotionally close, rather that they weren't fucking enough. Karen eventually grew weary of his constant complaining about his wife and made up some excuse to end it. He ended up moving his family to another state 6 months after their fling, for unrelated career reasons. Karen and I both still feel a deep affection towards him as our bull and loved how his, sometimes rough, violation of her brought us all closer together.
I loved every second of it, and wish I could somehow re-create this scenario.
One time his wife and ******* went out of town, and he invited her over for a massage, as, apparently, he was an amateur masseuse. It was risky for her to go to his house, since there was a danger of people seeing her, but their house was somewhat secluded. We were both giddy with excitement and I begged her to just go and have some fun. I persuaded her to at least just get a massage and that she could always just make out with him a bit and then leave. I also made it clear that I would be extremely into her fucking him if it felt right.
So, she went and got a massage while I stayed home with the *******. She ended up staying there into the evening and got fucked three times. He fucked her in his marital bed with a picture of their family on the wall. Although he wasn't trying to be rough, he was a larger guy and very passionate. He loved sucking on her breasts rather hard and firmly squeezing and stretching them. She didn't let him wipe his cum off of her, although he offered like a gentlemen. She told him that she wanted to enjoy having his cum on her as she drove home, which turned him on immensely. It was magnificent when she came home and I could smell his scent, dried saliva, and cum all over her. I literally almost came hands-free when I tasted his dried cum on her stomach and chest. I still vividly remember slowly tonguing his cum off of her belly and ribs. It was physical evidence of a his dominance over Karen and I, and a comforting confirmation of my submissive beta role. He had affectionately taken and ravaged my wife and marked her as his. I was so aroused that my cock was throbbing almost painfully, and I was continuously dripping precum and ******* humped the air as I soothed and worshiped her body with my tongue.
Her breasts were sore for a few days afterwards and she said her cervix felt bruised. Karen would whisper or text me to tell me how sore she was throughout the next week as a reminder of her loving betrayal. I relished the times when we would pass by him and his wife in church and exchange pleasantries. Shaking his hand knowing that he had defiled my wife would always leave me a bit light-headed in a warm cuckold trance. Karen began to feel close to his wife since he would talk about her and their problems all the time. He eventually began to cum inside of Karen during subsequent hard and quick lunch-time fuck sessions in the back of my SUV as I served as both their lookout and chauffeur. We think that her fluid-bonding with him also contributed to her feeling of closeness with him and his wife.
Sadly, it evolved into more of an online emotional relationship. I didn't mind that they were becoming emotionally close, rather that they weren't fucking enough. Karen eventually grew weary of his constant complaining about his wife and made up some excuse to end it. He ended up moving his family to another state 6 months after their fling, for unrelated career reasons. Karen and I both still feel a deep affection towards him as our bull and loved how his, sometimes rough, violation of her brought us all closer together.
I loved every second of it, and wish I could somehow re-create this scenario.
