My wife is out on a date with her black lover, and I am waiting for them to get home.
It's always like this for cuckolds like me. Her Black Lover knows I am home mentally torturing myself with thoughts of them together.
Sometimes he will text me a picture - or she will - to make sure I'm not distracted from thinking about them being together...
On these nights I Lay in bed naked, tossing and turning too excited to sleep. The satin sheets feel so sexy against my throbbing little penis. I ached to play with myself but I know better. I know if I start playing I will cum, and I want to save that for when Dee gets home and tells me about her night.
There is something about knowing another man is taking what I used to call "my pussy." My heart races as I think about how a big dick black daddy is fucking my wife and how sexy my naughty wife looks giving herself to him, over and over.
I wait to hear a car pull up and then, moments later, footsteps come toward the bedroom. I remember how he looks at me when I see him, the contempt in his eyes. He may not say anything, but I can see it in his eyes and feel it when he shakes my hand - If he shakes my hand. Often, he doesn't even acknowledge that I'm there. All of this just makes my body come alive! If you are a true cuckold, you crave embarrassment.
Every time I hear a car driving down my street, my heart races, and my excitement flares - only to be disappointed when the car doesn't stop, how much longer?!!
I open my eyes, I must have dozed off, looking at the clock, 2:30 am. In my mind, I see her excitement when the strong black king wraps his arms around her and kisses her. I see his dark fingers, playing in her blond hair as he holds her head and kisses her deeply. I see her hands and long fingernails as she grips his strong shoulders.
I shake my head as I wake up. Must have dozed, again...WAIT! I hear a sound! I hear the sound of a car stopping outside the house, followed by the sound of its door closing. I want to jump up and look out the window, but I don't want to appear too anxious. Why not, I've been waiting 8 hours?!!
I hear the click of her heels coming up the walk, then the sound of the front door opening and closing, more clicking on the tile and the stairs. (I don't remember there being that many stairs...what is taking SO long?!!) The sound of the door opening, and I can feel her presence.
I opened my eyes. there she is standing at the foot of the bed. My queen, my wife, his slut. She is beautiful, she takes my breath away, as usual. So, so sexy, I can smell a mix of her perfume and his cologne, White Diamonds and Polo. I look at her, her hair and clothes are disheveled and she is moving a little unsteadily... Drunk Or just fucked so hard and so long that she's exhausted? She smiles at me, and the air in the room is suddenly thick with anticipation and excitement.
