Kiss My Queen Of Spades Tattoo

Kiss My Queen Of Spades Tattoo

Chapter 1

I awoke on my birthday to my wife sitting on my chest, looking down on me.

"Wake up, $leepyhead. Look what I got for you on your special day."

She had on a pair of panties and nothing else. From the top of the waistline of the silky material I could see what looked like the tip of a black arrow. I looked back into her smiling eyes, a bit confused. When she peeled her panties down to reveal what they were hiding, my heart began to race and my penis became instantly erect.

"Do you love it or what?" She asked knowing the answer.

"Oh my God! You got a Queen Of Spades Tattoo!"

"It's only a temp, but I can tell by your face and your reply that you're pleased."

I replied, "You've shaved off all your pubic hair."

"Yes. I wanted the tattoo right above my white pussy where my pubic hair was. I also believe Black Men prefer it this way."

She looked deeply at me to gage my reaction. She smiled, almost wickedly I thought, when she saw what she wanted.

"I've arranged a most wonderful birthday weekend for you, but it will only be the greatest weekend of our lives if you're willing to be all in. I'm 100% ready to make our fantasy a reality. If you are ready to be my cuckold and live your dream, all you have to do to begin this journey with me is kiss my Queen Of Spades Tattoo and say 'I Love Big Black Cocks!' If you decide to kiss my tattoo, you will have to follow my rules for at least this weekend, or maybe forever, who knows? If you don't want to kiss my tattoo, I have another great weekend planned for you, but it won't be as fun, I think."

She was wasting her breath. Ever since we discovered my wife's best friend was in an Interracial Cuckold Relationship I have been obsessed with the idea. The more we learned about what went on in her friend's marriage, the more I wanted to explore the lifestyle with my wife.

My wife was more into the idea than she led on at first. She expressed fears that I wouldn't be able to handle it and that I'd leave her. That I wouldn't enjoy the humiliati0n that sometimes comes with cuckolding. Or that she wouldn't be able to dish out what turns cuckolded men on like me. With her sitting on my chest proposing a deal that could or most likely would change our lives, kissing her tattoo would greatly empower her, giving her complete control over me. If we were to mimic or incorporate the aspects of her friend's relationship, which is what I wanted and what I knew at that moment she wanted, then I'd be sealing my fate as a cuckold slave to my wife with a kiss.

"Well, my husband who I love, respect, and who I am 100% faithful to, would you like to kiss my Queen Of Spades Tattoo and change all that? Do you want to become my pussy-free, chaste, whiteboy cuckold?"

I leaned forward, kissed her Queen Of Spades Tattoo and proclaimed to the woman I love and married "I Love Big Black Cocks," and sealed my fate.

Chapter 2

"I just found out something Joan told me that is unbelievable."

My wife had that look on her face like someone who is just dying to tell something they know.

"What did you find out?" I asked, not so much caring to know but to relieve her burden of the obviously juicy bit of gossip she could barely contain.

"She told me not to tell you. She thought it would turn you on too much and you'd want to try it."

OK, now I was curious. She had a very playful look on her face, so I decided to play along.

"Well, now you have to tell, because it involves me."

She grinned, always ready to win any debate between us. "It doesn't directly involve you. Only the result of me telling you the information might involve you, only if said information interests you. If Joan is right and it does interest you, then you being interested would have to involve me. So maybe I don't want to tell you for selfish reasons. Or am I trying to trick you, who knows?"

Now I had to know. "Come on, just tell me. You know you want to, or you wouldn't have brought it up in the first place."

"Oh, so now you know my intensions, huh? I don't think you'll win this game going down that road."

She was playing on my submissive side, which I wished she'd let my display more often. The tone of her voice suggested I should just submit, apologize and wait to see what happened next.

"I'm sorry to presume to know what you're intensions are. If you don't want to tell me, then I'll quit badgering you."

"As long as you know you're wrong, I guess it won't hurt to tell you. You have to swear this stays between us. Not that Joan is ashamed or doesn't want anyone to know. She just specified not to tell you. She said if you found out what was going on then you'd try to drag me down their road and our pretty relationship might turn nasty, in a sexual way."

My wife glanced down at my crotch, which was showing the slight hint of a tent, and continued, "If I'm going to tell you, I want to really know how much you want to hear about Joan and her rich husband. How about a little begging."

"You want me to beg?"

"OK. I guess you don't want to know. Forget it." She started to walk away , so I relented.

"Pease tell me!"

She looked at me with a smirk and said, "You call that begging? First of all beggars are on their knees, and they don't put out a petty plea with a 'Please tell me.' Butter me up and maybe I'll let you in...on the secret that is."

I'll save you the details, but I was on my knees for what seemed like five minutes praising her and pleading with her to tell me. In the end i agreed to do all the housework and yardwork for a month. Just to get a piece of information about someone else's marriage. The more I promised, pleaded and begged her the more it became about me expressing my submissive side than obtaining the information she had. Right before she told me she had me kissing her feet, indulging me in my fetish for them.

She patted me on my head and said, "Good boy, you've convinced me to tell you. Joan knew I'd cave because according to her I'm too much of a softie with you. It's just that you're so sweet to me and just a little cutie! So she made me give you a disclaimer of sorts. Nothing official. She said that if this information changes anything you would not hold her accountable, unless it changes things for the better. Then she said she'd take all the credit and help us in any way. I promised her because I'm pretty sure this wouldn't interest you. She disagrees. So, do you promise that if I tell you what I learned about Joan's marriage and it changes you or both of us you will not blame Joan?"

"Of course I promise. Joan's great and I'd never have anything but positive thoughts about her no matter what she and her husband choose to do in their marriage. And you can tell me anything and it won't change the way I feel about you. So, yes, I promise everything will be great between Joan and you and me, no matter what you tell me."

"Oh, I don't know that nothing would change between us. You'll probably end up loving me even more, if Joan is right. OK, listen to this..."

Chapter 3

"I Love Big Black Cocks!" I proclaimed. My wife put her hand over my mouth. "Let those be the last words I hear you say until you are told otherwise. Nod if you understand." I complied.

"I am so proud right now," she said, exhaling deeply. "I know this took a little bit to happen, but Joan's and my plan for us went almost exactly as we wanted, so far. She's so smart. She knew from almost the beginning that you'd be a great cuckold husband and that you'd be 'into it.' I just want you to know that I've been aware of Joan's lifestyle for some time. Before we even moved out here. I have to admit I was pretty jealous of her after I got over the initial shock of it. She told me graphically about her sex life. She told me how her husband got very interested about her past sexual experiences, especially then exclusively about her Black ex-lovers. How before they met he was addicted to IR porn. How the access to the internet lead him to so much information about IR Cuckolding. How he then became obsessed with that. And how he obsessed over White Women who fucked Black Men. But that wasn't enough. The emasculation of white husbands and the belittling of their inferior small white penises made everything better. Hearing all this from my best friend was exciting and when I found out they were living that lifestyle, my mind blew. "

All this new information on top of everything else intensified the situation. Finding out how she and Joan duped me made everything even hotter than before.

"Joan convinced me that I could 'Eat my cake and have it to' with you. Remember when we each picked out an adult movie and I chose that one from Blacked.com? I got real randy during that one and I ended up making you cum in your PJs. Well it didn't take long to discover on your computer...Yes, of course I know your password. I know everything. It didn't take long to discover SO MUCH IR Porn on your history. You were even led to IR Cuckolding and such. So the seed was planted in you and it grew like it was on steroids. God, my pussy is getting so wet right now."

She took her hand off my mouth and kissed me hard, shoving her tongue as deep in my mouth as she could, something she had never done before. "No talking unless you're told to do so is rule number two. Let your declaration be your last words for awhile. Rule number three is you are not allowed to touch..." She paused and rose up to take off her panties, which I noticed read in the front "I LOVE BIG BLACK COCKS!" As she lowered them she continued, saying to me for the very first thrilling time, "...your...tiny...white...penis..." I shuddered and she laughed.

"It is so liberating to finally call that puny thingy of yours what it's always been: a tiny...white...penis! Well, my future whiteboy cuckold, if you love BBC so much, put these on," She threw them in my face, "Without touching that tiny white boner you're sporting, of course! After you're properly dressed, lay back down on the bed on your back. I want you to SLOWLY eat my pussy while I tell you a thing or two about today and the rules you'll have to abide to so you'll have a perfect birthday."

She once again sat on my chest with her beautiful, tight white pussy in my face. "Kiss my Queen Of Spades Tattoo and begin. So you know the three rules: Do what I say, do not speak unless you are told to do so, and NEVER TOUCH your tiny white penis without permission. The last one means no cumming without permission, of course. Today we make our fantasy a reality. However, I've put in a safety clause for you. If I want out, which I could never imagine happing, I'll just tell you I'm out and we forget it. You may be conflicted and say you want out, when you really don't. But I've set up some extra rules just for today and perhaps for the weekend, if we're still up for it.

"I've decided to give you a three strikes you're out clause. If you break any of my three rules three times, you're out. So let's say you speak once out of turn, then you disobey me, and on top of all that you touch your tiny white pee-pee, then the game is over and so is the weekend. Then I know, deep down inside, you want to go back to our traditional marriage, which would suck so much so you better not fail!" At this point she is grinding her pussy into my face. I increased my efforts and she came, powerfully. When her orgasm subsided, she rubbed her pussy all over my face, glazing me. She got up, glanced at my rock hard erection fitting nicely in her panties and laughed, "Don't you look cute? I'm going to shower. Don't wash your face. Let that dry on there so you can absorb my cum, so you can inhale my scent while you fix my breakfast. I'll have three eggs, scrambled. Two pieces of toast and a slice of melon. Don't fix yourself any, you can eat my scraps when I'm done."

I watched he wiggle her plump ass as she walked to the bathroom, knowing I'd be looking. She turned around before entering as I got up to do as she ordered and said, "I'm so glad we're doing this and I love you more now than ever. I really hope you'll enjoy this and want this as much as I do. Before we get going, I want to just kind of ask your permission about something, because I do love you and cherish you. Is it 100% OK if I'm super mean to you today and the rest of the weekend if we make it that far. Just so we can kind of gage where we'll go with that aspect of the lifestyle? Nod if you would like to explore that avenue."

I nodded, vigorously. She smiled her Wicked Smile and we both set about our morning tasks.

This is great. Keep going please.

Great story Vol92, can't wait for the rest of it !!

Chapter 4

"What do you think?" My wife asked after sharing her friend's secret.

"That's pretty wild." I didn't really know what to say. I was fully erect the entire time she told me about her friend's lifestyle. Ever since my wife and I watched a video from Blacked.com I had become somewhat obsessed with IR porn. I loved everything about it, especially how different the White Women in them reacted to sex with such Black Studs. It was completely different than how they were in the White girl/whiteboy porn. And the color contrast was amazing. The more I watched, the more I liked, no, loved it.

When I came across IR Cuckold Porn my obsession became an addiction. Soon I was picturing my wife as the actress and me as the cuckold in the videos I watched and the stories I read. I unknowingly became more submissive towards her and less aggressive in bed. I was more interested in going down on her than fucking her.

During this porn obsession/addiction, without me noticing, intercourse between us decreased at the same pace that me giving her oral increased. It was gradual enough and I enjoyed eating her out so much that at one point she asked me when was the last time I came. I couldn't remember, but it had been over a week. Instead of fucking, she gave me a handjob. It felt amazing.

"Yeah, wild huh? Are you erect?"

Again, I didn't know what to say. "No," I lied. She walked over to me, grabbed my crotch, and said, "OK, If you say so. Feels pretty stiff to me. But since you'd never lie to the woman you love, I guess I was right and Joan was wrong. You have absolutely no interest in this subject. It doesn't turn you on imagining Joan sucking and fucking her Lovers' Big Black Cocks while her cuckold husband watches and assists them at all does it?" She felt my erection, gripping it more gently than before.

"Well, I'm glad Joan's prediction that you'd want me to be just like her didn't come true. I don't know if I could even do that to you. She's so mean to her husband. It would be difficult to treat you that way. He's not allowed to make love with his own wife, with his penis that is. He makes all kinds of love to her with his mouth, just like you love to do." She let go of my rock hard erection just as I was feeling the urge to cum.

"And how she talks to him. She's white, but treats him like a second-class citizen because he's white. All that 'whiteboy' stuff, and belittling him by referring to his dick as a 'tiny white penis,' it doesn't make a lot of sense."

"It's probably because she's Black Cock Only and he knows it and she likes to rub it in. Like she's superior to him too, because she won't fuck him and he accepts it," I finally managed to say.

"Well, what do you know? Black Cock Only? I never used that phrase telling you about them. Where did you hear that interesting word combination?"

Shoot! "Uh, well, you know, that's a thing, right?"

She gave me that "I got you" look. "What about BBC? Queen Of Spades? Pussyfree whiteboys, are those 'things' too?"

Double shoot! "Uh, I don't know...none of those things sound too familiar."

"And you'd never lie to me twice in one day would you?"

"Twice?"

She ignored my retort. "And you said, 'superior' before when referring to a Black Man in comparison to a whiteboy? And that a White Woman who fucks said Black Man would be 'superior' to the whiteboy she cuckolds. Have you been looking these things up?"

Oh well. I lowered my head. Before I could answer though, my wife beat me to it. "I see. I never thought I'd have to question your truthfulness. I have always assumed you were honest with me. Are you embarrassed this is turning you on? I think that's it, because I know you practically worship me so you wouldn't do anything to deceive me would you? If the thought of Joan, or even me, taking a Big...Black...Cock in our White...Married...Pussies turns you on then I guess you might be embarrassed by those feelings you're having. Is it because you're ashamed that you're trying to deceive me?"

"I don't know...I don't know what to say..."

"Tell me the truth."

"OK. What you told me about Joan and her husband..."

"Her cuckold," My wife interrupted.

"Her cuckold."

"Her whiteboy cuckold," She insisted.

"Her pussyfree whiteboy cuckold," I beat her to it. "I guess everything, all of this is turning me on."

"Joan was partly right then. And I forgive you for your deception. It's OK. That story would turn anyone on. How hot was that?"

"Fucking hot, as you could feel."

"Yeah, your boner kind of gave you away. Really, it's alright. I have to admit, my pussy is soaking my panties."
She took off her shorts to show me the damp spot. "wanna go upstairs and have a taste?"

"I can't wait!"

I ate her pussy like a man desperate to please. After her second orgasm she patted me on the head, signaling that she'd had enough. "Come here," she said, spreading her arms for me to embrace her. Instead of fucking me, we cuddled until she drifted off.

Chapter 5

As I prepared my wife's breakfast I began to realize she was correct with me being conflicted about what was happening. I was having doubts, but my tiny white erection was putting up a pretty good argument against what my brain was thinking.

"How could you want to do this to us? I don't understand how being denied access to our wife's married white pussy while she replaces you with Big Black Cocks is the preferred sex life for you. You realize that she won't allow you in her mouth either. You'd be lucky if she'd even toss you off. She'd most likely make you use your own hand if she lets you cum at all! Some Cuckoldresses even lock their husband's tiny white penises in chastity cages and deny them orgasms! Is that what you want?" Brain said.

"Yes! Everything you just expressed sounds perfect to me! The way things should be," Tiny white erection replied.

"Oh, you selfish little bitch! What about our balls? They don't want to be blue. They don't want to ache with the need for release! Or our mouth and our stomach, have you thought of them?" Brain snapped.

"What about them?" Tiny white erection asked.

"While you're somehow enjoying our cuckoldry, our mouth will be performing all the time. Our mouth and tongue will be pulling most of our weight. You've seen and read what whiteboy cuckolds have to do with their mouths! Do you think we can handle what she'll command us to do with our mouth and tongue? All that Black Bull Cum we'll have to swallow and our stomach will have to digest. You know about Clean-up Duty!" Brain exclaimed.

"Of course. This is what we've wanted for some time now and you know it. Come on Brain, don't be such a prude. This is a once in a lifetime chance to have the most exciting and fulfilling sex life a whiteboy with a tiny white penis could have! Do you know how frustrating it is for our wife and me that I cannot satisfy her? Even if size wasn't the issue, which it is, we both know it. But even if it wasn't we cum so fast that we've never made our wife cum from me being inside her. So what's the harm of me being banned so she can experience mind-blowing orgasms from BBCs? You fighting this, Brain, makes you the selfish bitch!"

"Damn you, Tiny white erection! You're right! We have to give this a chance; see where it will go. Alright. Despite all logic, I'll follow your lead. We are putting our entire self on your tiny white erection intuition!"

"Ooh, it smells great baby," my wife complimented, breaking up the battle within myself. She was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, her wet hair airdrying, looking like a million bucks. I wanted to tell her how great she looked, maybe it was my brain's last stance to sabotage the birthday festivities my wife had planned by breaking one of her three rules, but I caught the potential violati0n in time and just smiled my appreciation instead.

As I plated her morning meal she instructed me to kneel beside her as she broke her fast. "Why don't you rub my feet while I eat?" Heaven for me. I love her feet.

As she ate she phoned Joan. "Hey. Everything went as you said it would. He loved the tattoo...Yep, he did! Kissed it and said it too...No...It's the last thing he said...He's rubbing my feet on his knees while I eat the nice breakfast he prepared for me...I'll ask him. Remember, don't speak! Just nod or shake your head! Is your tiny white penis still hard in the panties you're wearing?"

I nodded. "Yes Joan, hard as a rock...Joan and I are going out for some shopping and beautifying so we look our best for Black Men. I have a list of chores for you to do on your birthday while the important people are having fun. You had better not touch yourself while I'm gone. I suspect that you want this too much to screw everything up because you can't control yourself. I'm heading over to pick you up now...Love you too, bye."

My wife disengaged her feet from my massaging hands. "Enough. I'm off to pick up Joan. Your list is in the bathroom. After your breakfast you can begin. I was pretty hungry, so there isn't much left. Portion control will help you keep that girlish figure I love." She left me her toast's crust, the flesh of the melon near the rind, and maybe half an egg.

Chapter 6

As I lay in my wife's arms, the taste of her still fresh on my tongue and lips, my mind raced too much for me to join her $lumber. The whole time I was pleasing her orally I couldn't stop myself from imagining she had just been fucked by some Black Stud and I was being a good cuckold and licking her clean. I've always enjoyed going down on her, but it was the first time I felt the incredible urge to worship her pussy. I was almost overcome by the emotion to the point where I felt like crying from the joy of it.

The next morning, my well-rested wife was in great spirits. She climbed on top of me and woke me up with a kiss. "You never brushed your teeth last night, I can taste me on your lips."

"I didn't want to wake you, you had me in a death-grip."

"That's because you're my little cuddle bunny. I always $leep like a rock when I'm holding you. You're so warm, like a hot water bottle. And you gave me a wonderful orgasm. Thank you. Now brush your teeth real quick and I'll take care of that morning wood you're sporting." She playfully swatted me on the butt as I hurried to the bathroom to brush.

When I retuned she told me to lay on my back because she wanted to ride me. As we made out like teenagers she reached down to grab my erection to put it inside her and panic rushed through me as the excitement of everything that was happening so far was too much and I came on her hand before she could get me inside her. I was mortified. I started stammering an apology, but she shut me up with more aggressive kisses. Then she cleaned off her hand with a tissue.

"Well, that must have been some kind of record for you. You must be still excited about Joan, huh? It's OK, sweetie. I'm still pretty turned on too. In fact, would you mind if I sat on your face so I can cum too?"

"I would love that! Please do!"

So I made my wife cum the only way I seemed to be able to. My erection returned, but she never offered to give me a second chance after she came on my face.

Later that day my wife informed me she was going out. "I'm going to visit Joan this afternoon. We should have lots to talk about if I'm going to tell her she was right about you."

"You're going to tell her?"

She walked over to me and looked me in the eyes. "I think it would excite you if I told her. What does your penis say?" She reached down to discover my erection. "He thinks it's a great idea!"

"What are you going to tell her?"

"That's just something you'll have to find out. Use your imagination. See you later."

My imagination kept me hard all day waiting for her return.

Great story Vol. I'm looking forward to more. Thanks!

I am eagerly awaiting the next installment.

Thanks lilmikey. I was working the story out and thought I'd have time during the stay at home order to finish it. Before I had time to write it down, I got called back to work. I'm afraid it's not going to be as good as it could be had my thoughts not been interrupted. Sorry for the delay. I hope to get back to it as soon as my inspiration returns and time allows me.

Right on, brother. We take our inspiration as it comes to us. Stay safe.
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