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I wrote on the subject of why the interracial theme is so prevalent in cuckoldry: Cuckolds are attracted to interracial scenarios. That could be for several reamisters.
1. One of them could be that size thing (it doesn't matter if the rumors are true or not but black men are reputed to be more well-endowed and have better sexual stamina). Focus on having a small cock often defines a cuckold, and out of love for his wife, and a desire to see that she gets the sexual pleasure she deserves, he fantasizes and encourages her to seek out men with a cock to fill her pussy like he is unable. Some cuckolds have an average or even a large cock and are just not strong enough in character, making their cock size irrelevant in the presence of a powerful male.
A cuckold fantasizes that his small penis has zero hope of satisfying a woman and that only a woman who has never had a real cock could ever think something is to be gained by allowing his inadequate member inside her. A cuckold fantasizes that it's not his fault for having a little cock, but it's his fault if he tries to keep his wife from enjoying a long, thick cock inside her. Cuckolds simply want to see their wives with men who are better at sex than they are...that is the essence of the fantasy....and right or wrong...the belief is that a hung, muscular black male will be much better than the average white male. You'll find that another common theme in cuckoldry is that the wife take a younger male who is supposedly more virile and hard...this goes to the same thing.
2. Humiliation. Considering that the actual act of infidelity is the basis of most cuckold lifestyles and fantasy, I believe offense is clearly a part of the appeal. The very nature of a man who allows his wife to stray suggests that he is attracted to offense. In all of nature it is a point of offense for the female to choose another lover over a particular male. It's like saying indirectly that he is inadequate. Now assuming that the male is humiliated by the wife's tendency to stray, what happens when he sees that she not only chooses another lover but also that she enjoys it very much. She can humiliate him even further by simply expressing very honestly how great it feels. The effect can be intensified by her choice of a lover. Being that he is humiliated by the choice of another male over him; imagine how it would be even more so if that lover is obviously more well endowed? How much more so if that lover happens to be a big black stud? How can he compete with that? He can’t! What is happening here is that by cuckolding with a black man she is taking any edge or hope of competition from him. This for a man, given his nature, is the ultimate offense and also the ultimate turn on and appeal of the cuckold fantasy.
3. Another could be that in most other erotica, the viewer wants to identify himself with the man in the picture, but not in the case with the cuckold. In this case the cuckold viewer, who statistically is a white male, doesn't want to identify himself with the man in the picture at all. So he wants to see pictures where the girl looks like his wife, but the man doesn't resemble him at all. The chances of finding pictures of your own wife on the net is not that big (unless you posted them yourself, that is), so the next best thing is to see a real wife of someone else being unfaithful.
4. There are undertones of social taboos of a white woman and a black man...a woman breaking free of societal taboos is stronger, more dominant, more wanton, wilder and scary while at the same time a huge turn on for cuckold males. Cuckold males want sexually adventurous women who want and need the best sex possible and aren't afraid to assert themselves for it. A woman who is unafraid to shun social taboos to get what she wants is also a big turn on for cuckies....they intimidate him because he is usually kind of wimpy and unassertive and even if not, the powerful woman turns him on.
5. It could be that there is also a "safety net" so to speak in this fantasy scenario. A cuckold may subconsciously feel safer that if his wife has sex with a black man it is much more likely to be "just about sex" and that she would be less likely to actually leave him (the cuckold) for her black stud lover....all cuckolds fantasize about being replaced sexually but not many want to actually lose his wife and their marriage.
6. It is also a visual thing. Males are much more oriented towards visual imagery as a turn on than females. The contrast of white and black has so many connotations in our psyche but visually the sight of a petite white female with a large muscular black male evokes powerful feelings and emotions in the cuckold psyche.
7. Fear---cuckolds seem to be turned on by fear of their own inferiority. For the cuckold the fear that his wife will find another sexually superior stirs some really deep emotions, especially if it is a black man. This fear is very stimulating. ..much like watching a scary movie. This can be a turn on in a sexual relationship that has gone stale and become mundane.
8. Related to this is that men fantasize about their wives being incredibly sexual...it' s said most men want "a slut in the bedroom, and a lady in marriage." A wife who breaks social barriers and becomes wanton and wild is much more attractive to a cuckold than beige, vanilla sex. Over time most sex in marriages becomes routine and men crave to see their wives as a wildly sexual creature...he loves her and wants to be turned on by her. Seeing his wife turn on other men and become more turned on than hubby has seen her in a long time or more than ever creates a competition instinct...or recreates the "chase phase" of the courtship at the beginning. The cuckold wants to be back in the "chase phase" but doesn't want to win....once a goal is obtained, sometimes it's not satisfying anymore and there is a desire for something more. This condition of "cuckold angst" may be the turn on.
9. Vicarious experience - I think that clearly there are many cuckolds who simply have bi-sexual or homosexual urges that they cannot admit and simply want to "experience" their desires vicariously.
As I said previously, I believe the essence of the cuckold fantasy is that the wife find a lover who is "better" at sex than husband or boyfriend which causes the offense/ emasculation turn on. I agree that it's not simply that the other guy has a bigger cock (although in most cases I think a thick 8 or 9 inch cock is going to be much better than a thin 4 or 5 inch wiener) but that the stud is simply a much better fuck than husband....women need to experience a truly good 'FUCK" as opposed to making love. So whether it's a black man, a hung man, a handsome man, a younger man, a hard man, a muscular man, a man with stamina, or whatever, it doesn't matter as long as he is better than hubby (different in some significant way that is more pleasing to wife/girlfriend) . A member wrote to me and explained that she cucked her husband with a lover who had a smaller cock than her husband’s. It turns out that she wanted to be fucked really hard and to be fucked doggie style and her husband's dick was too long and caused her pain when it hit her cervix. She also wanted a man who "came in gallons" to cum inside her filling her up. She found a lover to fit the bill and cuckolded her husband with some hard, doggy-style fucking that ended in massive internal ejaculations. Because of the obvious difference in skin color and size difference it is easier for the cuckold to visualize the black man being “better” than himself.
Whatever it is, a would-be cuckold's wife should seize the opportunity! Most women are initially not turned on or even disgusted or repulsed by the idea of cuckoldry.
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Ms Cix
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Here's what another woman had to say about the subject:
A WHITE WOMAN EXPLAINS WHY SHE PREFERS BLACK MEN
“How many white men can treat a woman like a lady and ravish her too?”
By Susan Crain Bakos
Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There's only one patch of skin on a white man's body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man's skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back" is all about the feeling of the skin.
And I had the socially acceptable explanation for my craving. I used that paucity-of-availabl e-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. A white woman past forty is often passed over by her white-male contemporaries. She goes younger or ethnic or foreign-born or down the socioeconomic scale or darker or she spends lonely nights at home with her cats. Black men are happy to get the babe they couldn't have when she was twentysomething and fertile. The laws of the marketplace do prevail. It's not me, it's them—them being the white guys who weren't after me anymore, or so I claimed.
That's a lie. The truth is, I attract about the same percentage of available white men my age (and far younger!) now as I did when I was thirty—and that's not including the unavailable white men who want to play around anyway. Enough white men want me that I was hardly facing enpowerd celibacy, but I don't want them. I want black men. They want me. We look at one another and exchange a visible frismister of sexual energy in the lingering glances. And our attraction is based first on race. We are not those couples who "happen to fall in love" with someone of a different race or more purposefully come together but out of some greater sense of interracial understanding and respect. Not as politically- correct men and women do we seek one another out. The Internet has made it a lot easier for us to find each other now. Men advertise: ebony seeks ivory. Women write: seeking tall, dark, and handsome. Very dark. We are not the same people who say: Race is not important. It is important to us. We have race-specific desires. Even in a time when nearly 40 percent of single Americans have dated outside their race, that deliberate seeking of the specific other makes some people, especially black women, damned mad.
We are what they denigrate and castigate: white women and black men who choose one another because of our racial differences. They resent our taking their men. Black men are two and a half times more likely to marry a white woman than a black woman is to marry a white man. Black women can point to that statistic in justifying their wrath. But in truth, black sisters, we're after the sex, not the ring—and these guys aren't the marrying kind anyway.
Yes, the sex!
The woman who goes after black men is a variant of sex journalist Susie Bright's "white bitch in heat," a woman who puts sex first even though women aren't supposed to do that. According to one school of thought, white women turn to black men when their sex drives kick into higher gear and their social inhibitions recede into the rearview mirror. It's a "yes, baby, now I'm ready for you" reaction.
When we get to the "yes, baby" place, they know it, and they are ready and waiting for us. Black men have more energy, style and edge than white men. They know how to flirt, a nearly lost art among the rest of us. A black man is so damned sexy because he knows how to make a woman feel sexy.
Black men have something white guys don't have anymore: confidence in their masculinity, their sexuality. They clearly know they're men. White men appear to be waiting for the latest sociological research study to let them know if they are men or not. Yet black men are gentlemen, something else white men no longer are. They make me feel like a woman, both respected and desired. I can let go of my inhibitions, my need to control, when I am with them. How many white men can treat a woman like a lady and ravish her too?
I often felt in my White Period that only during heated sex does that little layer of air bubbles between me and the world pop and disappear, leaving me open to intimate connection. It takes a lot of friction for two white people to get that close. These black men, so alive with erotic electricity, cut through the bubbles with a touch, a caress, a kiss—and they free me—and I can truly touch them. I am like a pampered passenger in a Porsche with an expert driver at the wheel. I know I could suggest a route change, but I never really want to do that. On the other hand, the last time I had sex with a white man, we slogged along a bumpy road in a really old VW, the driver like the typical bumbling tv husband who would neither ask for nor accept the directions he badly needed.
My current lover, a handsome businessman, seduced me via eye contact at a neighborhood bar while I was eating burgers with a friend. Without saying a word, he paid the compliments, asked the questions with his expressive eyes. He didn't move over to sit beside me and ask if he could buy me a take until he knew the time was right. Both soft-spoken and assertive, he has impeccable manners and charm. I was kissing him in a cab 30 minutes after that take.
On another night in that same bar, a different black man, an artist, knelt and kissed my knees.
I am sure there must be some black men who aren't good in bed. Permisterally, I have not experienced one who isn't. (True, I am not dating down the socioeconomic ladder, but I didn't do that when I dated white either, so the racial comparimisters seem valid and fair.) They look better than white men, they touch and kiss and make love better than white men. Statistically, their penises are only a fraction of an inch bigger on average, but they seem bigger and harder.
White men over 40 have lost their waistlines and their zest for life—if they ever had it. They carry resentments, grudges and extra pounds in their basketball bellies. Perhaps a good part of that bloat is unhappiness. Even the thin ones look flabby somehow and deeply aggrieved. They nurse the smallest perceived slight longer than their double shots of Scotch. Surely our culture as much as biology turns them into softer, spongier, less-interesting versions of their youthful selves just at the point where women and black men and other minorities are emerging strong. Society overvalues the white man, leaving him angry and bitter when he realizes, around age 40, that he's not all that.
With the exception of some Italians, white men don't turn me on anymore.
That admission puts me in the same category as the older man only interested primarily or exclusively in young women. While women my age scowl and frown at these aging, Upper West Side Boomers pushing strollers as the hand of the thin, blonde wife 20 years their junior rests lightly on their arm, I feel a kinship with the old goats. We are the same, me and that bald white guy, drawn to the exotic other, not caring that the object of our desire has no younghood memory of a Kennedy assassination or a typical WASP Sunday dinner of over-roasted beef, lumpy mashed potatoes and soggy vegetables.
Analyze the roots of attractions all you want—like scientists have done—and you won't come up with a perfect explanation for why we crave what we do. Desire rises from our depths and is gloriously oblivious to the good opinion of others. Yet until recently, I pretended that my lust was an equal-opportunity craving, because that seemed like the right thing to do.
Halfway through the first glass of wine in my last date with a white man, I realized that little clouds of sadness and self-pity were regularly fluffing off his psyche like the dust clouds kicked up by that dirt-smudged "Peanuts" character as he walks through Charlie Brown's life. This guy was at least mildly depressed, and I wanted to tell him to exercise, lose weight, trim the combover and get interested in something outside yourself. I would have walked out on him immediately, but he seemed to expect that. I couldn't deliver the blow to his ego proffered like the naked neck of a martyr to the ax. My Southern cousins would describe his general demeanor as a "hangdog air." Into the second glass of wine and glancing longingly at the exit, I wanted to hang that dog myself when he mentioned that his face was flushed—I hadn't noticed—because he'd taken a Viagra "just in case."
What did he think would entice me more: That he assumed sex was probable because I'm a sex journalist—or that he would need chemical help if sex did occur?
I cannot even imagine a black man bungling an attempted seduction in such a sad way.
That was my last token white guy. I recently came out of my racial-preference closet and told my friends, "I love black men. I'm not attracted to white men over 40, and I'm not dating them anymore. Really, it's not them, it's me.
Nobody was surprised.
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