I have had cuckold fantasises for a while now, but have never shared them with my wife. My wife is 35 and looks a bit like Tanya Tate the porn star (see pic below).
One night while in bed fucking my wife asked if I had any fantasises and I blurted out that I did and told her about my cuckold fantasy. She was a bit shocked but got off on the image and fantasy of being a hot slutty wife!
This went on for some time until one night I was browsing the internet and reading cuckold stories and looking at people's experiences. I noted on one sight a number of black guys advertising their services in fucking white married women. This piqued my interest. There was one of a young black guy taking a selfie with his big thick black cock sticking out in front of him. I thought I recognized him and noted that he was advertising his services around my area. It was then that I realized that I had seen him in our local pub / bar; it was then that I formed an idea that would make my cuckold fantasy and reality.
When my wife was at home I showed her the pic of the black teen on the internet and she wondered why I had done so. I explained that he could make my cuckold fantasy come true. MY wife was non-committal and just walked away.
On a Saturday we went to the local pub / bar. We chatted with a few people we knew there and sat down on our own. I noticed the black teen walking to the toilets and nudged my wife and pointed at him. She looked at him and then me shaking her head. I asked her if she remembered seeing his big cock in the picture and she blushed –bingo! As he left the toilets and walked back to his table with his friends I watched my wife looking at him and his big bulge!!!
AS the evening passed by I noted that my wife kept making little glances in his direction. I never said anything and I hoped that she was turned on by our cuckold game. As it was my turn to get the ****** I went to the bar – it was crowed so I waited for a space to get to the bar . The black teen stood by me and then pushed his way in front – I shouted at him to wait his turn and he just turned and looked at me –"what are you going to do about it then"!! He said glaring. I just got a massive tingle inside me and diverted my eyes from his and looked down at the floor. I was defeated by a young teen!!!
When I finally got our ****** and returned to our table my wife asked me why I did not tell the black teen where to get off! I blurted out the feeling I had and my wife looked at me strangely. After a few minutes my wife said she needed to go to the toilet and as she walked to them the black teen was heading in the same direction. Now the pub / bar was packed and very busy, so my wife had say sorry and 'excuse me' to people who were blocking her way. But, the black teen did not and he was soon pushing people in the back and barging his way through – he did this to my wife who turned and had a go at him –he did exactly the same thing to my wife he had done to me.
I watched intently as he glared at my wife and said – "fuck off white bitch" my wife was lost for words and I noted she diverted her eyes from him and looked down at the ground! The black teen left the toilets first and I noted he was standing there waiting for something. It was then that my wife walked out of the ladies toilets. The black teen then went up to my wife and looked straight at her and said something. She acted in the exact same way as before. The black teen then bragged his way back through the crowd.
When my wife finally sat down I as ked her what the black teen had said. She told me that he had told her that "no bitch ever tells me what to do and don't ever say anything to me again; got it"! My wife was flustered but I had seen that look before –when we had been making out or watching porn movies! Some how the dominance, arrogance and nastiness of the black teen had turned her on!!!
I mentioned to my wife that I had seen her looking at him across the bar. She looked at me scared and started to deny it –I touched her arm and kissed her mouth and told her that it was fine. I said that I want that black teen to cuckold him and be my wife's lover. She looked down at the floor and never said anything for a while. I was worried that I had blowing this chance and it would always be a fantasy. My wife then said that he was a "bit young" (some 17 years or so) and that he had made it clear he did not fancy her –"maybe I am too old or unattractive or something" she said. I reassured her that she was not and that the black teen just had a chip on his shoulder and wanted to be a bully. I kissed my wife again and we looked into each other's eyes. She then nodded her head. All I had to do now was approach the black teen –not easy as you have read!
We had one more ***** before leaving. The pub bar was now less crowded as people were moving on to other late opening clubs and pubs. At eth bar I watched as the black teen left with his friends and as he passed by he glared at me. I was worried he was going to stop but he just walked by. I bowed my head as he looked at me and no doubt eh had figured out I was just some wimp guy who would give him no trouble.
At the bar our friends mentioned how they had seen what had happened with the black teen and what a "wanker" and ***** head" he was. I started to get hard as I realized that my friends had seen me and my wife being dominated by some young black teen! I asked them if they knew him and I was told that he comes in the pub bar
At the weekends and has been banned for fighting before. I asked "what is his name" and "does he live close". My friends must had thought I was scared of him beating me up, so reassured me that they would not let him hurt me –I again asked the questions and was told that his name was Daryl and he lived just down the road adjacent to mine. They said that they thought he was ********, probably 16 or 17, but none of the pub bar staff had ever changed him on it.
At home later I told my wife what I had been told and we looked at his profile again. I looked at my wife and then started to type an e-mail message to him. My wife looked at me but never said a word! I wondered if I should mention meeting him in the pub bar, and did so throwing caution to the wind. I sent it and waited for a return message. This was wild and exciting but a bit scary and in bed that night my wife and I discussed our feelings about what was going to happen, but decided to make no final plans until Daryl returns our message.