I stumbled slightly as I approached my front door, I had been out for an evening with my work colleagues. An evening that had ended earlier than expected leaving me drunk but not completely wasted. Beyond the door I knew my wife would be asleep and I was worried that if I made too much noise, I would wake her. Placing a hand on the door I steadied myself as carefully I searched for the lock with my key.

The door creaked slightly as it opened, and I stepped into the hallway to our apartment but instead of being met with the expected silence, I gentle moan reached my ears. “Was she pleasuring herself?” I wondered as the door closed behind me with a click. We had a good collection of sex toys, and I knew that she often loved to pleasure herself when I was not around.

Making sure not to disturb her I crept along the hallway to the partially closed bedroom door and taking care not to touch it I stared through the crack into the room beyond. A small bedside light cast a glow across the room but instead of seeing my wife lying on the bed as she plunged a large dildo in and out of her own body. I found myself looking at the sight of a black arse bouncing up and down as a muscular man fucked the white body of my wife. I gasped at the sight, not loudly but enough that my wife’s head turned from the kiss she was receiving and instead stared directly at me. Blinking, I stepped away from the door, I did not want to disturb them, I did not want to stop them, if black men is what pleased her then who was I to say otherwise? Instead, I turned to my right and walked down to the open plan lounge and kitchen. Kicking off my shoes, I lay down on the sofa and within minutes I was in a deep sleep.

The sound of the front door closing woke me and I opened my eyes to see that the sun had already risen, and the room was bright. Rubbing my eyes, I propped myself up slightly as memories of the night before flooded into my brain just as my naked wife appeared before me. There was a wetness between her legs, and I instantly realised that he had stayed the night and fucked her one more time before leaving. “Are you OK Rob?” my wife asked as she looked down on my prone body.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” I replied, unable to take my eyes from her wet, used, shaven pussy.

“You saw last night, and I came to find you, you told me that he should stay.”

“Did I? I don’t remember that bit but if you say so then I probably did.”

She looked exasperated at the comment, “Rob, what do you want from me? I take it that our marriage is over?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“No,” she replied, her voice slightly sharp as she replied.

“Then tell me why?”

“Well…”

I sat up, my eyes still transfixed on her used body, and pulled my top over my head to expose my bare chest.

“Do you want to fuck me?” there was an edge of nervousness in her voice as she spoke.

“Would that be a problem?”

“No!” the comment came with a snap of her voice, she was confused, and angry as I had not responded by nuking our marriage.

“Anyway, I don’t want to fuck you,” I replied and instead of anger her face flushed with a sense of rejection.

Taking hold of her hand, I pulled my wife towards me but as she went to sit on my lap, I caught hold of her and encouraged her to stand over me instead. Her legs opened and a small amount of cum dropped from her lips and landed on my chest. “How many?” I asked hoping inside that the number was more than two.

“How many what?” my wife replied as she looked down at my face nervously, unsure as to what I was doing.

“How many times did he fuck you?”

“Four,” she replied.

“And is he the only one?”

She noticeably swallowed as she considered how to answer the question, no,” she replied as she shook her head nervously at the same time.

“How many?”

A tear formed at the edge of my wife’s eyes as she realised that she needed to come completely clean about what had happened. “He was the third.”

“All black?”

She nodded as a second tear formed, the first having already fallen down her cheek. “Yes, and all bareback as well.”

“You have a gorgeous, creamed pussy,” I replied and tugging on her arms gently I guided my wife into straddling my face. The cum of the man she had fucked tasted amazing as I gently rubbed my tongue along the outside of her recently fucked labia. Then, digging my tongue in between I touched the tip against her clitoris, and I heard a gasp of pleasure from above me.

“Do you really want to do this?” she asked but instead of replying I plunged my tongue into her hole and removed a scoop of her lover’s cum with a curl of my tongue.

“Fuck,” she moaned as she fell forward, one hand catching herself against the wall behind the sofa while the other clasped my head. “If I had known you would react like this, I would have let a few more fuck me.”

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy, “you have had other offers?” I asked, as I peered up her body and over her breasts until our eyes could meet.

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you then?”

“You know him,” she replied, and I thrust my mouth back against her body, licking and kissing it deeper than before. The thought that I knew someone who wanted to fuck her made me even more excited.

“Who?” I mumbled, as I slurped on another dollop of cum as it fell from my wife.

“Tom.”

“Tom?” I stopped for a moment, pulling away again so that I could see my wife properly. “Tom?” I said again as my mind filled with the image of his huge black cock swinging back and fore, the last time I had seen him in the gym. “He never said that he was into you.”

“Would you expect him to admit that he wanted to fuck your wife?” my wife replied as she started to touch herself, desperate to keep the pleasure going now I had stopped.

“Yes,” I replied nervously, “he is always asking me for my opinion on the women he dates.”

“Does he?”

“Yes, he produces some photograph of some naked person and asks if I would fuck them.”

“And how do you normally reply?”

“That I am loyal to you.”

My wife jumped from the sofa and ran to the bedroom before returning with her phone in her hand. Climbing back up into the same position she had been in she smiled down at me, “I’m going to message him and arrange a date.”

“My perfect slut,” I replied as I clasped my mouth back around her mound, my tongue pushing onto her clitoris again while above she typed into her phone.

A moment later her phone sprung to life, the loud ringtone filling the room and replacing the sound of her moans. “Hi Tom,” she said, lifting the phone to her ear.

“Yes, I would love to meet… oh don’t worry about Rob I have discovered some amazing things… yes, why didn’t you tell me before that he fantasised about such things… true, I guess it is not your place… of course I will be knickerless… see you tonight.”

She ended the call and looked back down at me, “I bet Tom will stretch me so wide tonight, he wants to take me for a date with my wedding ring displayed for all to see and then we will go back to his place for sex.”

“Mmmm,” I replied, the thought of Tom stretching my wife made me want to bring her to orgasm even more and so I pressed my mouth closer until my effort was rewarded. The sensation of my tongue plunging even deeper into her, the feeling of my hot breath on her clit, the thought of feeling Tom inside her, was enough to push my wife over the edge. Groaning, she clasped her hand against my head again as she worked herself back and fore against my mouth, the sensation of pleasure overwhelming her body before slowly subsiding. She slumped into my lap and kissed me, tasting her own orgasm on my lips as she did so.

 

The evening could not arrive quick enough and while I waited for my wife to finish getting ready, I watched a porno on my phone. A skinny, white woman was getting fucked by a dozen hung black men. Each of whom filled the eager slut with cock and cum. The images made me wonder how long it would be before my wife would agree to submit to such an experience.

“What do you think?” the comment made me jump because I had become so lost in the thoughts of sex as I watched the porno. Pausing the film, I looked up to see my wife looking amazing in a tight boob tube. It left little the imagination as it hugged her perky breasts and tight bum. Yet when she lifted the hem to reveal she was wearing stockings and suspenders with no knickers my cock almost exploded.

Standing, I walked over to her and kissed her red painted lips, “you look very fuckable,” I said.

My wife giggled and reached out a hand to stroke my groin through my trousers, “but there’ll be no slutty wife for you tonight darling, because tonight I will be black only.”

“You nasty whore,” I replied as I took hold of her hand and guided her towards the outside world and her date with Tom.

Stepping out into the world beyond our building I guided my wife towards the bar that she had arranged to me Tom at. As we walked, we passed men and women who instantly looked at my wife, their minds filling with dirty thoughts. A pang of jealousy filled me, not jealousy that people were lusting after my wife but more a wish that they were giving the same looks to me. Secretly I had always wanted to be lusted after, to be used, to be exploited by horny people for their pleasure and now my wife was achieving that goal without me.

Arriving at the bar, I turned towards the entrance and felt my wife’s hand pull against mine. “Wait,” she said, and I turned to see that she was taking deep, slow breaths as if she was wracked with nerves.

“Are you OK?” I asked as I wondered if she was about to pull the plug on the plan.

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly, “it’s just I’ve always used a dating app before to get men to come round, this is the first time I will have a date with another man.”

“It’ll be fine, you go in there and you let him wine and dine you, then when you are ready you go back to his place and there you will.”

“Sixty nine him,” she finished my sentence for me and then broke into a laugh. “Do you promise to be relaxed about this?”

“I am more than happy, the only thing which will upset me is if you let him use a condom.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, I want these men to cum into you, to fill you, to leave you leaking everywhere you go.”

Leaning in my wife kissed me again, “thank you,” she replied and then stepping away from me she walked into the bar. I watched her ass wobble as she passed through the door and then waiting an extra beat I followed.

Ordering a drink at the bar I sneaked into a corner table, sitting on my own on the opposite side of the bar from my wife and Tom. She had slid into the booth he was sat at, moving her body up close to him as they kissed gently in greeting. Tom signalled for someone to serve them and a moment later a member of bar staff approached and spoke to them. My wife purred alongside Tom’s muscular black body, and I wondered if the man who was serving them had the same thoughts as me, that my wife was such a black slut.

Tom placed a hand on my wife’s thigh, and she seemed to warm to him even more as he claimed her body as his property. Her smile seemed to light up the room and I realised that she was even more desperate for him than I thought she would be.

Returning with my wife’s drink, the bar man served it with a smile and as he stepped away, I raised a finger to attract his attention. The man walked over with a smile, “yes sir?” he asked in expectation of my order.

“Those two over there,” I said, nodding towards my wife and Tom.

“I’m sorry sir, I cannot talk about other customers,” the man said, and he went to step away.

“Wait!” I called, slightly to loud and the man turned to face me again. Lowering my voice so that we would not be overheard I glanced over his shoulder to see my wife and Tom even closer than they had been before.  “That’s my wife with that man.”

The barman looked over his shoulder and then back to me, meeting my gaze as he did so. “I’m so sorry sir,” he said trying to sound sympathetic, “please don’t cause a scene.”

“I won’t, she is here with my permission.”

The barman stared at me for a moment, the silence seemingly stretching out into the room.

“I want to know, if you think it is sexy that she is going to be blacked.”

“Umm,” the barman looked over his shoulder at the two of them again.

“Come on, he’s going to fuck her without a condom, he’s going to fill her cunt with his cum, his huge cock stretching her out.”

“Hold on a moment,” the barman said and as I watched he walked back over to my wife and Tom where there was an animated conversation between the three of them. Reaching into her handbag my wife pulled out her phone and handed it to the man who typed something before handing it back.

At the end of the conversation the barman returned with a broad smile on his face. “You’re very lucky sir, I wish my girlfriend would go black.”

I smiled at the comment, but I was curious as to what had just happened. “What did you put in her phone?”

“My number, she has promised to send me some pics.”

The thought that my wife would share pics of her being blacked with another man excited me even more, and I wished even more that it was me.

As the barman walked away, I looked back over towards my wife and Tom and realised that she was now sitting in his lap, an arm draped around his shoulders. Gently she was grinding her hips into his groin, and I wondered how much she was doing this for herself and how much it was to tease me.

My wife turned round slightly so that she could lean into Tom and their lips met again. This time their kiss was not a gentle one of greeting but the passionate one of two people who were about to have sex. The time was coming and moments later, I was not surprised when the two of them rose from their seat and they walked out of the bar arm in arm. I watched them go and as they left, I caught the eye of the barman who smiled at me.

I let the two of them go, knowing that I would head home and wait for my wife to call me. When she did it would be an invite to go and collect her and her cum filled pussy from Tom’s home. Finishing my drink, I rose from my seat and headed for home.

Getting there, pulled off my trousers and sat down on the sofa, planning on having an evening of watching more black cock porn. Picking up my phone, I started my search for the right video when my phone pinged with a message from my wife. It was a video of her walking, naked, arm in arm with Tom. “Rob?” she said with a smile on her face, “this is my pledge that as of this moment I will become black cock only. Any hung black man can fuck me, but you will never be allowed to enter me with your cock again.”

The video ended and I could not help but press repeat and watched it another three times. My wife sexually no longer belonged to me, from now on she would only be available to black men, and I would have to accept that there would be as many of them as she could manage. In reality, the thought that she was no longer mine made me happy in a way I could not explain and so, eager for the morning, I lost myself in porn for the rest of the night.

 

Rolling over in bed, I had forgotten that my wife had left to be with a black man for the night and for a moment I found it odd that the bed was empty. Opening my eyes, I looked around the room as memories of the night before slowly filtered through my mind. Beautiful white women being fucked by hung black men over and over again, cum being left in holes and on bodies.

My phone vibrated and I picked it up to see a message from my wife. “Cum and get me it said,” and alongside it a photograph of her cunt stuffed with a huge black cock while cum leaked down the shaft.

Jumping out of bed I showered before rushing back into the bedroom to grab my clothes. Opening the drawer where I kept my underwear I froze. No, not my underwear, I needed to wear my wife’s lingerie instead. Closing my drawer, I opened hers instead and selected a lacey thong with a leopard print at the front. Sliding them onto my legs I pulled them up until they covered my small, shaven cock. Then, moving over to her wardrobe I picked out a small crop top and pulled it over my shoulders. I was unable to explain why I suddenly felt the motivation to do this, but I knew it was something I needed to do.

Pulling a jacket over my top so that I could hide what I was doing I headed out into the street and headed for Tom’s house. It was a twenty-minute walk, but it seemed to take even long as my mind raced with thoughts of what I would find and so in the end I was surprised to realise I was there.

Pausing for a moment, I listened carefully, and the distant moans of a woman being fucked reached my ears and I realised I would get to watch my wife being fucked. I pressed the doorbell and it rung once, loudly, seeming to echo through the house. An age passed as I waited for someone to answer the door but eventually, I heard the sound of a chain before removed and a key turning in a lock. The door opened to reveal a shirtless Tom, his big grin showing he had enjoyed the night. Stepping inside, Tom closed the door behind me but instead of the silence that I expected from upstairs. The silence of an eager slut waiting for her lover to return, I realised I could still hear my wife being fucked.

I looked at Tom, may face quizzical, “I take it she is playing with herself then?”

“No, I had some other friends come over, there’s a couple of them upstairs with her right now.”

“What?” I replied in shock, “I need to see.”

“Sure,” Tom said, waving a hand to indicate the way, “I will show you.”

Climbing the stairs my mind raced at the thoughts of what I would see, and I realised that my hand was trembling with nerves. Reaching the top, Tom guided me towards a bedroom and pushing opening the door I looked inside.

A mattress lay on the floor in the middle of the room, covered in a white sheet while on top of it knelt my wife. She was kissing a black guy I did not know and obviously riding his cock while sat behind her was a second black man. From his position I guessed that he was deep inside her ass, and I realised that one thing she had never let me do was to fuck her asshole.

“All three of you have been working her all night?” I whispered to Tom.

“Oh no, it was just the two of us for the first couple of hours, then I suggested that we get some others over to join in.”

“And that’s when these two arrived?”

Tom smiled, his eyes glazing over as he recalled a night of debauchery.

My mouth fell open in shock. “That means she has fucked three black guys in less than a month.”

“Yes,” Tom replied, his voice indicating that he did not quite understand the point.

“I was only her second lover ever, two of us, in the five years since losing her virginity and now?

“Some girls, when they try their first black cock, they can’t give it up.”

Stepping further into the room I moved around so that my wife would be able to see me. “Hi Sophie,” I said nervously, not wanting to disturb the vision of my wife getting blacked.

“Oh, hi Rob,” she replied breaking away from the kiss as she seemed to squeeze herself down even more onto the two cocks that were inside her.

“You never let me fuck you in the ass?” I said, it was a rhetorical question, but my voice was tinged with hurt.

“You never offered a massive black cock to do it with,” she replied, “I mean this guy, the one in my ass right now, makes Tom look small.”

“Really?” I asked shocked and as I looked a naked Tom approached and like a wrestling tag team, he touched the guy on the shoulder and Sophie groaned as she felt his cock pull out. I stared at it, the enormous, black snake that had been in my wife’s backside as Tom took his place and slid himself inside her instead. The guy smiled at me, then with a touch of his hand and a nod of his head the two of us stepped out of the room. I continued to watch from the doorway as my wife swapped around so that Tom was in her vagina instead.

The guy who had been in Sophie’s ass when I arrived smiled at me, “my name is Joseph, but everyone calls me Big J,” he said as he stood naked and erect in front of me.

“I’m not surprised,” I replied as I studied its size and length.

“Look,” Big J said as he reached out with his hand and tugged gently at my jacket so that it slipped from my shoulders and fell on the floor. “That’s a pretty top, one of hers?” I nodded in response to the question. “Is this making you question some things?” Nodding again, Big J indicated that we go into another bedroom, and I followed willingly.

“Why don’t you show me everything that you took from her?” he asked and without question I slipped out of my trousers and stood before him in just the thong and top.

“Would you like to follow your wife?”

The question hit me like a bolt from the blue, “I’m not gay,” I replied nervously.

“I didn’t say you were,” he replied, “in fact your choice of clothing says to me that it’s not that your gay, it’s…”

His voice trailed off as if he was letting me work it out for myself. “You mean you wonder if I am trans?”

Big J smiled at my question, “well, are you?”

“I…” my voice failed me as I looked at the hung man who had only just been fucking my wife.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for me babe?” the question caught me by surprise but even more shocking was the fact that I responded by dropping to my knees as requested.

Holding his cock up, Big J stepped towards me until I was able to kiss the tip with just a slight movement of my head. Staring at it, I wondered what my wife would have thought when she had found herself so close to it. “It’s beautiful,” I said before looking up at Big J and smiling.

“Well, why don’t you taste it properly?” Big J offered and, placing a hand behind my head he gently guided my mouth towards the tip of his cock. I thought I would resist but in truth I found it very easy to part my lips and let him slide his way in. He was too big for someone as inexperienced as me, so I only managed the first couple of inches, but he did not complain. Instead, he grinned as I gazed into his eyes and moaned with pleasure as I swallowed his massive head.

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered as he threw his head back and a moment later, he grunted as his hips thrust forward as his cock pumped a warm stream of thick cum onto my tongue.

Somehow, despite his heavy load I managed to drink down every drop that Big J could feed me until I looked up at the satisfied face of the first man I had ever sucked.

“Stand,” he said and carefully he helped me back to my feet, “did you enjoy that?”

“Yes,” I replied feeling sheepish and slightly embarrassed.

“Hey, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, take some time to think about what happened tonight and then, we’ll revisit it in a couple of weeks?”

I nodded, wondering how I would explain to my wife the feelings that I could already sense growing inside me.

“Rob!” a voice called to me from outside of the room, then the door opened and there in the door way stood Sophie. She looked at me, dressed in her clothes, and then at the naked and obviously satisfied Joseph. “What’s going on?”

Find out what happens next in, A Cuck or a Slut 2