My White Wife In Van Trouble Pt 01

An interracial cuckold white husband fantasy.

This was inspired by a video where a horny girl is left at naked on the sidewalk.

This story is set in the USA. I live in England and I've never been to the USA so if any of this doesn't sound right I apologise.

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I had only just got home from work and I was wondering where my wife was when my mobile phone rang with a number I didn't recognise.

I took the call and heard a deep powerful male voice:

"Hello, am I talking to a Mr Small? Got a wife name of Emily?"

I answered a little nervously:

"Er, yes. This is Mr Small speaking. How can I be of service?"

The man chuckled but his response was polite if a little intimidating.

"Well Mr Small, how you can be of service is by getting your sorry arse here to my front lawn and taking care of your pretty white wife. Oh, and by bringing some clothes for her and taking her back home to your own house. That would be doing me and and my family a service."

He gave an address in a district of our city that neither my wife and I had ever visited.

We live in an affluent white suburb and the zip code belonged to a poor neighbourhood.

There's no way my wife would be there and I told the gentleman so:

"I'm sorry there must be a mistake. That can't be my darling wife Emily."

The voice laughed impatiently.

"Oh no? So let me paint a picture for you. She's a pretty white lady, nice blonde hair, good size titties, big arse and long legs? That sound like your wife? If you're not sure let me add that she's got brown nipples and a birthmark on her left butt cheek."

The description was undeniably her.

"Yes. That's Emily."

"Well get your arse down here now. And bring a dress or something to cover her up. She's butt naked on my front yard and causing everyone on my street to come and look. I would bring her indoors but my wife won't have it."

I heard a woman's voice in the background:

"Damn right. I'm not having some naked white whore in my house. State of her."

The man chuckled:

"You see what I mean? So your sweet wife's big white tits and her big white arse is on display out my front porch. And she's attracting attention. Young men round here are going to want a piece of that so get here now Mr Small."

I rushed upstairs, grabbed a dress, a bra, a pair of panties and some strappy heeled sandals and drove through town to a neighbourhood I was unfamiliar with.

There was a big crowd of black men on the sidewalk as I arrived at the address.

I jostled through them and there was my darling Emily, totally naked and looking a mess. Her hair was dishevelled and her make up was smeared. I ran to her side.

There was a cheer from the crowd and people heckled.

"Your fine white husband finally got here!"

"What took you man?"

"Why you letting your sweet white wife run naked round our streets?"

"Take your lady home and show her how to behave."

An older man approached with a smile and told them all to get off his lawn.

"Party's over gentlemen. Go home to your own women."

The men left. A small crowd of children stayed watching wide eyed and giggling.

I thanked the man as Emily put the dress on. I tried to give him $50 dollars but he refused.

"I don't want your money Mr Small. I just want you to take your woman home and show her some love so she doesn't have to wander off looking for it round here. Seems to me you haven't been taking care of business in the bedroom Mr Small. Too busy making money and showing off your big house and your fancy car I fancy. Fool. Take care of your wife so she has no cause to leave your lovely home or next time she comes round here she might meet some bad men."

Emily was quiet as we drove home. I tried to ask what had happened but she told me to shutup. As I drove I glanced at her. She appeared to be covered in semen. Her hair was matted and sticky. Her face was dripping. I could see semen ooze from between her legs staining my expensive leather seats.

I had to ask:

"Is that cum?"

She glared at me.

"Of course it's fucking cum."

"How did it...."

"I am not in the mood for your fucking stupid questions. Take me home and don't talk to me."

Back home she ran upstairs and shut the bedroom door. I heard the en-suite bath running.

I was confused. Furious, embarressed, shocked and aroused. My mind raced with visions of what had brought my dear wife to be naked and covered in semen in a stranger's garden in such a neighbourhood. Where were her clothes? Where was her phone?

I decided to try ringing her mobile.

Amazingly it was answered. I said hullo:

"Who is this? The phone belongs to my wife. How did you get it?"

I heard laughter and a man's deep voice speaking to some other people.

"It's the husband of the white whore" there were jeers and laughter from several men.

I tried to sound authoritative and confident.

"How dare you refer to my wife like that. I'm not a man to be insulted. I have friends in high places."

This was met with laughter.

"Little dick white husband don't like us calling his white whore wife a whore."

I was outraged:

"I'll have you know my dick is not little. Not at all. No. That's a lie."

In truth they had hit a nerve. My penis is on the small side. As Emily is constantly reminding me.

"My penis is not small and anyway how would you know?"

There was more laughter.

"Oh your poor wife told us all about you and your incy wincy white dick. She sure is mad at you. But don't worry, we took care of it. She sure is hungry for big cock. If you don't believe me little white dick husband you can see for yourself. We made a film of your wife getting some serious black cock action. You get to watch it first, before it goes out on general release. Enjoy."

He hung up.

Within seconds my phone pinged as a message arrived. It was from Emily's mobile. There was a video attached.

I opened it and began to watch.

I recognised the exclusive shopping mall where Emily goes shopping for her designer clothes. A young black man was speaking to camera.

"Me and my three buddies are here at the plaza and there are some very classy white ladies here."

He panned round and three black guys waved. I watched as he filmed them checking out the women and rejected each as wrong for them.

A few minutes in I saw Emily come into view. She was dressed immaculately in a sexy suit, short skirt, high heels. Her top showed off her big breasts, a plunging neckline and revealing cleavage. Her short skirt rode up as she walked showing some stocking top. The high heels made her large bottom stick out. She wore red lipstick and black mascara and her blonde hair was up in a beehive. She had clearly been to her hairdresser and her beauty salon. She was idling, looking bored. T

The camera zoomed in on her.

"Oh boy, that's the one. Oh yes. Look at that sexy white piece of meat."

The guys approached Emily. "Hey sexy lady. You're hot. Look at those titties." and they whistled as they walked alongside her. She walked on with a smile.

One of the guys told his friends off. "Come on guys, leave the nice lady. Behave. Sorry maam" and they walked on. Emily looked excited. The nice guy came back to apologise while his friend filmed from a distance.

"I am so sorry for my friend's behaviour lady. Let them apologise to you please. You're such a beautiful lady you must think we're dreadful."

Emily blushed and smiled at the guy. She nodded. His friends returned and showered her with apologies. Two of them knelt before her. She began to laugh. The short one chided them:

"You guys are so bad. This nice white lady doesn't want our attention. She's got a nice white husband back at home keeping her satisfied. She don't need no big black cock bothering her neat little white pussy, isn't that so lady?"

Emily paused and rolled her eyes. "Well..." The guy pulled a sad face. "Oh no! What are you telling us? That rich white husband isn't taking care of business? That's terrible! I wish there was some way we could help."

Emily giggled and let the guy put his arms round her. He kissed her. She pushed him away but playfully letting her hand linger on his chest. One of the others patted her bum and whistled. "So nice. What's wrong with your husband he don't want to pay attention to this sweet ass? He too busy fucking his secretary?"

Emily giggled and shook her head: "I wish!"

Another joined in: "So tell us. Is he gay? He must be if he don't like what I'm seeing." She shook her head. "No." She paused for a moment and lowered her voice. "He's too small." She put her hands over her face, shocked at herself. The guys all shook their heads and sighed with pity.

"Oh you poor lady. You don't deserve that shit. This beautiful body need more than some little white 5 inch dick." Emily giggled. She looked at the camera. "5 inches? More like 3. And that's when he's hard which isn't often."

The guys gasped then shook their heads in disbelief.

"No way. I never heard of a grown man with a dick like a baby. That's smaller than my little finger." He held his finger up in front of Emily's face. She held it and smiled.

"Yeah. He's smaller than that." She smiled guiltily then leaned toward them and confessed: "I can't feel it inside me. It's horrible."

"So you walk round the mall all pretty and sexy looking for some big black cock?"

She squealed: "No!....although...."

"You ever been with a black man?"

She shook her head and blushed. I could see that she was panting with excitement.

The guy smiled: "Oh but you've thought about it haven't you?" She looked at him and nodded like a little girl.

He nodded sympathetically: "I know you have. You've dreamed of those big black cocks filling your sweet white pussy. You've wanted to know if what they say is true."

She giggled and gasped. "Yes."

"Well lady this is a fortunate encounter. We are here to help you. Four big strong black cocks just for you. Our van's in the car park. Come on."

She paused for a moment before letting them lead her into the carpark and into a beaten up van, all the while being filmed.

She was kissing them and pulling her panties off even before the engine started. They pulled her clothes off roughly as the van drove through the streets. It pulled up in a disused lot. The driver got into the back with the others.

The guys tone had changed. They became assertive, almost aggressive.

"Okay white wife whore. What do you want?"

She tried to kiss them but they pushed her away

"I said what do you want bitch. Say it. You want black cock."

She nodded and repeated "I want big black cock" her voice trembling.

"So get on your knees and beg nicely for our black cocks to fuck your cheap married white slut pussy. Now."

She got on her knees and begged.

The guys took out their cocks and fucked her face one by one. She gagged as she took them. Then they pushed her onto her front and fingered her pussy and her anus. She cried out but they just slapped her bum. One guy lay on his back and told her to take his black cock in her pussy. She was frightened but obeyed.

"Your first black cock. You're never going back to his little white dick."

Another guy knelt behind her and parted her cheeks. He entered her arse in one hard thrust and pounded it in and out. She cried with pain and orgasm. The third guy grabbed her by the hair and stuck his cock down her throat. She couldn't breathe as he deepthroated her. Her mascara ran and her eyes were read. He came in her mouth and pulled his cock out. Cum oozed from her mouth and nose. The cameraman gave the guy the camera and her mouth was full of black cock once again. They all came at the same time and she lay panting on the floor of the van. The men opened some beers and sat while Emily licked the cum off their cocks. They were more pleasant now.

"Now you know what it feels like to be fucked by a black man. You happy now?" She nodded. "Yes sir. Thank you. So happy."

"Good. You're a married white slut now."

"Oh yes,"

They were hard again soon and showered her hair and face and tits in their cum.

"We'll drive you home to your husband. Just go for a tour first. Stay nude. I want to see them big white titties."

They stopped in the street where i'd picked her up. She looked confused. They smiled.

"Don't worry. It's cool. One last surprise. You'll like it."

They opened the doors and one guy got out. He beckoned to her.

"Come on, it's okay. Don't worry about your clothes."

She giggled with anticipation and climbed out of the van. She was naked and drenched in cum. It was a sunny day. You could hear people talking in the street. The guy jumped back in the van and it sped off before she knew what was happening. The film ended with the view of Emily naked with a look of horror on her face.

When Emily came downstairs I was watching it again. I was wanking for the third time. She was furious. It was all my fault.

"If you had a proper dick and fucked me like I deserve none of this would have happened."