Disclaimer: This story deals with interracial sex, cuckolding, dominance/submission, sexual servitude, impregnation, bisexuality, and more. The cuckold is SERIOUSLY bisexual by the end. If any of this turns you off, skip the story! All negative comments will be deleted.
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This is the story of my wife, Polly, getting blacked for the first time--and how our sex life progressed from there.
This all started two years ago, when Polly was 29, and we had been married for five years.
I'm a bit older, at forty. I'm professional, successful, and nice-looking. But I'm a modestly built white guy. I was able to marry a much more attractive woman than myself because of my professional success and--I gather--because of being fun and easy to be with.
Polly, then and now, is a knockout. Don't get me wrong, she has a great personality, too, is smart, and I love her. But what stands out most about her is that she is flat out gorgeous.
Polly is 5'5", lean, but with nice big breasts, sexy hips, a succulent ass, luscious dark brown hair, green eyes, and lightly-freckled, pale white skin. Polly has great curves and a pretty face. She's a real head-turner who also has an alluring way of interacting with people and a sexy way of moving about. Several of my friends over the years have commented to me on how they would love to fuck Polly if they had the chance. I haven't been offended in the least, and sometimes have even thanked them for the compliment.
My white pals now have learned that they will never have a chance with Polly. They now know that she fucks black.
Polly has been seen out at clubs and restaurants with her black lovers, and word has gotten around. All my pals know that Polly cuckolds me with black men at this point. They don't tease me about it, though. Even though I'm a cuckold, most of my friends would still rather be me and have *some* role--any role!--in Polly's sex life... That's how sexy my wife is... and also how hooked, I guess, everyone has gotten on interracial voyeurism and porn.
Several of my black friends have gotten to fuck Polly--when she's been feeling generous. I only have one black acquaintance hung enough to be one of Polly's regulars. Lewis. He's a rival that I don't like very much--but in a way that makes it even hotter when he cuckolds me with my wife.
I've heard about or watched Polly take many black dicks over the last two years. However, this "origin story" for Polly going black--and continuing on with the hung stud who first took her--really gets me off.
This is how Polly told me the story just last night. She gave me a hand job--a very slow hand job--while telling it.
A hand job for me isn't unusual. In fact, hand jobs are the only sexual attention Polly will give me anymore, as the story will eventually explain. I wasn't even allowed to touch Polly's pussy as she beat me off. Instead, she fingered herself.
I'm not complaining, however. Watching Polly being a black cock slut is more erotic than any other sex life I've ever had before. My sex life has never been more satisfying!
Polly is narrating from here:
It all started when a new sales rep joined our office, as you remember. Marshal. He often checked me out, as each of us moved about the office. He admired my face and my figure, I could tell. I admired him as well, I'll admit.
Marshal was--and is--6'4" of massive, muscular man with dark black skin. I didn't find his face to be handsome, but he had lots of charisma and magnetism.
Then, one day, we had a casual office function after work. Marshal had gone home and changed, and so had I. I was wearing a demure professional outfit. Marshal, on the other hand, was wearing a classy golf shirt and tight pants--exceptionally tight pants. They must have been from some designer, as they looked classy, too.
Even though the pants looked classy, I--and everyone--could see Marshal's enormous dick in his trousers. It was as though he had a giant flashlight stuck along his left leg. But you could tell it wasn't a flashlight and that rather it was his giant cock.
He certainly had, by far, the largest cock I had ever seen.
I had heard that black men were well hung, but the monster in Marshal's pants exceeded my previous imagination, and thinking about it as I noticed it for the first time made my pussy tingle.
Marshal was gutsy to dress that way to a work party, but he was our top producer, and he would have to do a crime to get fired. He was definitely dressing to attract us ladies, that was for sure! And it was working--at least on me!
As you know, I had some big cocks before I met you--but nothing on par with Marshal's dick!
Just seeing Marshal's enormous cock's outline weakened my resolve to be faithful to you. In fact, I quickly decided that I would try to cheat on you with Marshal.
I wondered what such a huge dick would feel like stretching my little pussy open. I wondered if I would even be able to take it.
I decided to try to fuck him and work to take it all inside me. I'd been too long without a big cock in me, and I wanted Marshal to break my dry spell--with his *enormous* cock.
Things changed after that back at the office. I started to flirt with Marshal literally the very next day. He picked up on it and began flirting back.
Maybe a week went by when he took a little chance and asked me to lunch. I made a point of recommending a restaurant several miles away from the office, one that I knew had dim lighting and private booths.
I think Marshal was slightly surprised when I sat down next to him instead of across--you know, the same way I do with you if we are on a date.
Once we ordered, I decided to press things a little further, and I put my hand on Marshal's thigh and looked up at him. I saw him grinning as wide as I have ever seen a man grin... I'm sure he knew right then that I was going to let him fuck me.
Marshal paid for lunch like a gentleman. Then, when we got in his car, he said, "How about we stop by my place?" I was too nervous to speak and simply nodded and gave a little smile.
The door of Marshal's apartment was still closing behind us when he grabbed me in an embrace and locked his lips over mine. I opened my mouth quickly to signal my enthusiasm and acceptance, and he shoved his tongue deep in my face. He fucked my face with his tongue--a fitting prelude to the other fucking that would soon occur. I opened my mouth as wide as I could so Marshal could see how compliant a slut I was planning to be, how I was ready for him to take and 'own' me.
I loved how dominant Marshal was as his tongue pillaged my mouth. He expressed no concern whatsoever as to whether or not I liked it... though I loved it.
Only moments later, Marshall started squeezing my boobs with one hand as the other went to my ass. His hands felt so "right" on me. It seemed as though my boobs and butt were custom-made to be a perfect fit for Marshal's giant hands, like my body had finally met the exact right man to grope and dominate me.
Marshal nearly ripped my top and bra off and began sucking my nipples, as you know I love.
My nipples were instantly hard, and with each nibble, a wave of energy shot through my body and made my pussy even wetter.
I soon could smell my pussy, and I am sure that Marshal could, too.
I was so excited to be with this Black adonis and about to get fucked.
"Polly, I'm going to warn you and also offer you a chance to stop right now," Marshal said. "I fuck rough, and I talk demeaning to my fuckmates. Most women seem to love it once we get going, but if it's not for you, no hard feelings, and I'll call you a cab... Or are you in?"
I was so horny, there was only one possible answer. "Oh, I'm in, Marshal! Let's go for it!"
Marshal then asked me, "Have you ever had a big black cock before, Polly?"
