Don't you dare tell me that Black cuckolds don't exist, seriously. Do a little research. We who are in the Black cuckolding lifestyle are simply more discrete than our white counterparts, for cultural and sociological reasons. My name is Jeanne Dupuis-Pelletier and I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Randolph, Massachusetts. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with mahogany skin, long Black hair and golden brown eyes, that's me. One foxy Black mama with a lot going on for her.
I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, and my folks, George and Marianne Dupuis left the Caribbean for Massachusetts in the summer of 1999. I consider myself a proud American citizen, but I shall never forget the island of Haiti, my birthplace. I met my future husband Paul Pelletier at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst in the summer of 2009, when I was just starting my higher education journey.
I fell in love with the six-foot-three, burly African-American stud, and we've been together since. I graduated from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst in the summer of 2013 with a bachelor's degree in business and got a job working at Bank of America. My hubby Paul got himself a bachelor's degree in communications and now works as a producer for the CW news network in Boston. We do alright for ourselves, and life is good. Lately, we've taken certain steps to spice up our marriage.
A lot of Black women out there would be horrified and disgusted if their Black husband told them that he swings both ways. Me? I'm a freaky mama and I was glad to hear that my dear Paul likes his bread buttered on both sides. There are lots of things that a bisexual Black man will let his wife do to him that a straight Black man won't. I'm glad that my dear Paul is a freaky brother...it opens up a world of possibilities.
I went to the adult video store and bought a few things to spice things up in our bedroom, and Paul was thrilled with my purchases. Those special items include a strap-on dildo, a pair of handcuffs, and some sexy pink panties. When Paul came home after a long day at work, he got the surprise of a lifetime. Me, clad in a Black leather miniskirt, Black tank top and sexy see-through pink panties, with a whip in one hand while the other hand stroked my strap-on dildo. How do you think dear Paul reacted?
What followed was one of the best nights of our lives, seriously. First, Paul and I had some regular sex. The brother laid me on our bed, and I spread my shapely thighs invitingly. I love having my pussy licked and Paul is absolutely awesome when it comes to that. Eagerly Paul licked my pussy and fingered it and I moaned in pleasure as my man worked his magic on me. Soon Paul had me crying out his name.
After giving my sweet pussy the thorough licking and probing it so richly deserved, Paul laid down the law in our bedroom. I got on my knees and sucked on Paul's long and thick, uncircumcised dick. I licked his balls and massaged his dick with my mouth, getting him nice and hard. When Paul warned me that he was about to cum, I winked at him and nodded. Paul came in my mouth, and I eagerly drank every last drop of my husband's tasty cum. It's yummy as hell, what can I say?
