WARNING: This is an interracial cuckolding story, with plenty of humiliation and gay cuckold behavior. If these themes make you squeamish in any way, then PLEASE do not read my story. Just skip it. For folks who enjoy interracial cuckolding with humiliation and gay cuckold behavior, I hope you do enjoy it. Let me know!
ALSO: Do read all three earlier chapters, first. This will not really make sense otherwise. You have been warned!
NOTE: Everyone is over 18. "Girl" is used in the vernacular, not literal, sense.
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It seemed Emily was gone on her date with Malcolm for maybe ten minutes when the doorbell rang. I had been sitting on the couch spaced out. I was stunned--and excited nearly beyond belief--to think that my adorable blonde wife was out with and about to get fucked by a gorgeous, huge, built, and massively hung black athlete. Not only that, she was intending on a relationship with him--possibly a long relationship!
I was so looking forward to watching Emily getting blacked, with a huge black cock taking her to a whole better galaxy of pleasure... Even as I was also trepidatious. "Would I ever get to fuck my wife again?" I wondered. "If I do get to fuck her again, will she even like it?" also crossed my mind.
The ring of the doorbell jolted me from my contemplative state. It took a moment, but I remembered that Malcolm and Emily had sent a girl for me. A "hand job honey" to beat me off and satisfy me. Some girl named "Megan."
I shook off my stupor and moved slowly the dozen feet to the door. I opened it and was flabbergasted. The girl there was the spitting image of my wife, Emily, at a young age. She didn't look a day over eighteen.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked sweetly as I stood there shocked.
"Uh, yes, sure... Do come in!" I motioned for Megan to sit in the lounge chair in the living room and offered her a drink. "Would you like some beer or wine?"
"Well... if you don't mind that I'm only twenty, sure! A beer would be great!" she said.
"In this house, twenty is old enough for a beer!" I said cheerfully, trying to seem confident. A moment later, I was back with one for each of us.
"You know, Jeff," Megan said, "I think you're the bravest and most generous man I may have ever met!"
"Golly, that's a nice compliment!" I said. "But how so, Megan?"
"Well," she went on, "To allow your beautiful wife, Emily, to date Malcolm, to encourage her to fuck him, to allow and encourage her to develop a relationship with him so she can have a more satisfying sex life, to forego sex with her so that she can have the relationship--to forego even kissing her or any woman... It's just so generous and brave! I mean, you can't possibly know for sure if you will feel okay about it in advance... and yet you did it anyway... I mean, wow!! I hope one day that I have such a brave and loving husband! I mean, I prefer fucking Black guys--but it would be nice to have a white beta cucky husband and Black alpha lovers, both... I hope I can find my own 'Jeff' one day!"
And she moved onto the sofa next to me and put her hand on my knee as she looked deep into my eyes.
God, it was just like sitting with a younger Emily! This girl was cute, sweet, affectionate--intoxicating.
"You know, Jeff," Megan added, with a flirtatious grin, "I know Emily thinks I'm only to give you a hand job... But Malcolm is in charge here, and he gave me *different* instructions!"
Megan then proceeded to offer to go all the way with me.
But I just couldn't.
It was a combination of reasons, really.
First of all, Emily was expecting me only to receive a hand job. I didn't want to go around her back.
Second, I felt awkward. Megan was a very cute girl. And I was turned on to her. But being turned on for a hand job is different from wanting to make love, from wanting to be fully inside a woman. I've always needed to feel intimate and connected to want to have sex.
Third, besides feeling awkward, I didn't really have the desire. I scarcely had interest in Megan being there at all. In fact, my mind kept wandering to my wife on her date even as I managed to hold a conversation with Megan at the same time... Was Emily getting fucked yet? Nah! It was still too early in the evening... Or was it?
In the end, Megan's cuteness and sex appeal won out over my distractibility... And after we relaxed together with a couple of beers, I did ask Megan to beat me off as had been planned on.
There was a lull in us chatting, and we locked eyes. "Megan," I said. "As you know, you really are super attractive, and you did come here with a kind and generous purpose... even if it is also to ingratiate yourself so that you get fucked more by Malcolm's teammates... That's okay, I get that... So, what the heck, I do think it would be nice to see how your hands feel... You know, down there... Are you still up for it?"
"Aw! Thanks for being so sweet and gentle, Jeff! Gosh, you are such a doll of an older white cuckold! Yes!! Of course! Of course, I'm still up for it! I'll snuggle up and get started!"
Megan was extremely skilled with her hands, and I ended up enjoying the hand job a good deal. Much more than I expected!
