Cucky Date Night by Brian Masters

Cucky Date Night
By Brian Masters
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My wife smiled at me in the mirror as I stood behind her, watching her get ready for her date. She'd been seeing Jerome for a few weeks and tonight was the night I would meet him for the first time. I was a nervous wreck imagining what this man would look like and what type of personality he'd display. My darling Tina had told me repeatedly that Jerome was a true Alpha Male, and he would assert his dominance immediately. So yeah, I was a bit uptight.

While I stood watching Tina apply her makeup, I stole furtive glances at her magnificent behind. My wife spent a lot of time working out and it was evident by her perfect body. She had always been a beautiful woman with an hourglass figure that made most men, and many women wonder how she'd wound up with me. I often wondered about that myself.

At five foot nine Tina was taller than my diminutive five-foot six frame. She was muscular from working out, but not in a weird body builder way. She'd always had large breasts and a round bubble butt, and now that she was training daily, she looked like she was sculpted by one of those porn cartoonists like John Persons, or Smudge, or Devin Dickie.
She had beautiful, shoulder length, blonde hair and a face right out of a cosmetics advertisement. In fact, she'd done some modeling in college before making a big breakthrough in the field of medicine. Oh yeah, she's also brilliant. And again, you're wondering, why is she with you? I get it. I really do.

But like she always says, "The heart wants what the heart wants." And her heart wanted me because I was nice to her. That's all. She knew she wanted to marry a nice guy. It wasn't till after we were married for a couple of years that I realized she also wanted to fuck guys who were not so nice. See in Tina's professional life, she was the CEO of a medical supply company that she started by securing the patent on a new surgical laser. So, all that stress and hard work made her want a nice, quiet, romantic man at home. But being a wealthy, powerful, intelligent woman in a man's world also made her love to simply fuck the bad boys.

That led to a difficult conversation for us. Well for me anyway. The night Tina told me she just couldn't take the disappointment of sex with me any longer. It was just after another sex session where I of course came too quickly. She told me she had never had an orgasm from my penis because of its small size and quick trigger. She said she loved how hard she came when I went down on her, but she needed the feeling of a big cock fucking her for hours. She continually told me she loved me all through the conversation but made it very clear that she needed to start seeing other men for sex. She said that if I truly loved her, I would be alright with a new arrangement.

And that led us to tonight's date with Jerome. And my complete hummiliation.
Fuck, I don't even know how this happened. I mean, of course I want Tina to be happy, so after many long discussions I agreed to her finding a man to have proper sex with so she could be satisfied. The first couple of times she went out with Jerome, a powerful business owner like her, I was a wreck all night and sat worrying and stressing over what they were doing together.

And now, just as I've gotten used to this going on every week, I was experiencing new anxiety at the thought of meeting Jerome. But Tina said her boyfriend wanted to meet me and she said she could never say no to him.

Even the way he knocked on our front door was intimidating. Three quick, sharp knocks that announced the arrival of a man with confidence. My wife told me to answer the door as she was still getting ready, so I stood before the door, took a deep breath to calm myself, and threw open the door quickly and with authority, to gain the upper hand.
Yeah, that didn't work at all. In my effort to look cool I accidentally pulled the door into my own foot, and since I was not wearing shoes, I stubbed my toe rather hard. The high-pitched yelp that escaped my throat took the wind out of my sails immediately and made me look like a bumbling idiot. Jerome's first impression of me was not exactly the look I was going for, and the big man chuckled and said, "Easy little fella, don't want to hurt yourself."

I gawped up at him with tears in my eyes from the pain of a stubbed toe. Before I could speak, Jerome was already walking past me into the house. I stumbled to keep up with him and tried to reassert myself as the man of the house.

"Hey, um...you must be Jerome. I'm Will, Tina's husband. I'm uh, pleased to meet you."
He stopped just inside the living room, turned toward me and said, "Yeah Willy, I know who you are. My lady showed me pics. I'm guessing she's still getting ready. So, how about you run along and get me a *****. Whiskey, neat."

With that he turned his back on me to look at our wedding pictures on the mantle. I tried to assert myself by telling him to not call me Willy, but it came out as a barely discernable mumble. So, I hurried into the family room to fetch his drinnk. Tina had me stock Jerome's favorite bourbon, Pappy Van Winkle, and I was shocked by the price of one bottle of the stuff. I'd been told by my wife not to drinnk any because it was for our guest and far too expensive for the likes of me. I tried very hard to keep from being offended by her remarks, but as I poured a ***** for the man who had been and will be fucking my wife, I felt my hands begin to shake with fear and self-loathing.

I made myself a vodka cranberry and returned to Jerome, handing him his drinnk as he made himself comfortable in my recliner. I sat on the couch and was about to strike up a conversation when Jerome said, "The fuck you drinnking Willy?"

"Um, it's Will not uh, um Willy. And um, it's a vodka with cranberry juice."

The big man laughed without humor and said, "I guess that's the kind of drinnk to keep your vagina healthy right?"

Before I could retort, Tina came into the room saying, "Who's vagina are we talking about?"

Jerome was quick to his feet and enveloped my wife with a hug that nearly made her petite body disappear. She giggled like a little girl as her lover kissed her lips and said to her, "Oh Willy was just telling me how he drinnks cranberry juice for a healthy vagina, or some **** like that. I wasn't really listening."

Tina glanced my way and blushed slightly as she gleefully said to Jerome, "Oh, you're so bad. Don't pick on my poor husband."

He ignored her comment with a rude "Hmmph" sound then sat back down in my chair and pulled my wife onto his lap. This was happening very fast in my opinion, never mind the fact that they had already been fucking for weeks, this was my house, and I was sitting right there.

I started to complain, "Hey, um maybe we should..." But I got no further.

"Willy, why don't you refill my drinnk and fetch a glass of wine for my lady?" Jerome said, and I hesitated slightly because I still wanted to lay down some ground rules and take back the authority in my home. Yeah, that didn't work either.

Jerome looked at Tina and said, "Damn baby, I thought your little man was on board with all this, but he's making me feel unwelcome."

The black man never even looked at me as he spoke to my wife like I wasn't even there. And the worst thing is, she didn't defend me at all. "No Daddy, he knows what's up. He just needs a little time to get used to things, that's all."

Daddy? I thought to myself. What the fuck? But it was the next thing my wife said that floored me.

"Listen Willy, there's only one way this is going to work, and that's if you play your part the way we both know you need to. We've talked about why this is happening, and you agreed to do everything you could to make me happy. Were you lying to me? No? Then please stop trying to assert yourself and go get my man and me some drinnks. Thank you, sweetie."

And then she turned her back to me and began whispering to Jerome. The two of them were laughing and whispering sweetly to one another as I took the big man's glass and went to make them drinnks.

My hands were shaking slightly, and my face was red with shame as I brought the drinnks back in and set them on the side table by my recliner. Tina was still sitting on Jerome's lap, and they were engaged in a quiet conversation, completely ignoring me.

I stood there fidgeting for a moment or two then cleared my throat to get their attention. Tina said, "Oh thank you honey, why don't you take a seat? Jerome wants to get to know you. Don't you Daddy?"

Jerome looked at me like I was something he'd picked off the bottom of his shoe and said, "Sure, I'd really like to know all about a little man who'd let his gorgeous wife fuck someone else. I mean that's what this is all about isn't it, Willy? You stepped aside and let a real man give your wife all the dick she can handle, didn't you?"

Tina smiled and playfully slapped Jerome's muscular chest saying, "Behave Jerome. You're so mean. I'm afraid you might make my hubby cry." They both laughed at that, thinking it was quite a joke, but I found myself staring at the floor holding back the tears Tina had joked about.

"Nah seriously" the big man said, "I'm just playing with you Willy. Have a seat and let's talk my man."

I did as I was told and sat on the couch while Tina adjusted herself to simply sit on Jerome's knees. The position was enough for them to be towering over me, which somehow seemed appropriate. I was fidgeting again and must have looked like a frightened ****** about to be scolded. It was humiliating.

Jerome chuckled softly as he looked at me and said, "Listen man, I have no idea what brought you to this point in your life. I mean Tina told me all about your inadequacies in the bedroom and how small your, what did you call it babe, peepee? Yeah, your peepee is, haha, fuck that still makes me laugh, and how quick you shoot and, huh you know what? I do know what brough you here little man. Damn, that's fucking sad and pathetic. I can't imagine not being able to fuck properly. Oh damn, I'm sorry, I'm rambling.
Anyway, what I want to say is, I'm happy to pick up the slack in your marriage. It would be a shame for such a beautiful, voluptuous woman to have to resort to using a fucking vibrator to get herself off. Does that make sense Willy?"

Tina was looking at me with a smile on her face and a warning in her eyes, so I gulped rather loudly and said, "Yes, of course. That's why we got into this, to begin with. I wanted to make my wife happy, so I found a way to make that happen. If we all understand that she's my wife and I'm still the man of the house."

Jerome laughed and said, "Woah there little man, I see you. Yeah, you're getting all puffy and tough, look at you sticking your chest out. Alright, let's really get into it."

Tina's eyes glowed as she watched her boyfriend get ready to talk about our situation. It's like she was waiting for exactly this moment. I looked at her briefly but had to look away as her joyful amusement tore right through me.

The big black man stood up slowly, lifting my wife off his lap and setting her on her feet as if she weighed nothing. I was immediately embarrassed by this since there is a picture of me from our wedding struggling to lift her and carry her from the reception. I couldn't physically lift her, and she instead lifted me and carried me out the door to the raucous laughter of our guests.

Jerome then stepped forward till his thick muscular legs straddled mine, then he leaned over me placing his hands on the back of the couch. His face was inches from mine, and I could smell his cologne mixed with the humid musk of what I could only assume was a real man. In that moment, I understood the difference between him and me just based on the pheromones coming from his massive, cut body.

I had trouble looking him in the eyes as he said, "I know you. You started out watching porn online and jerking your little pink worm while your wife was at work. Oh yeah, I know you don't work. I know you lost your job and can't find a new one. How the fuck does it feel to be less than a man in every possible way? Yeah, I know you. You eventually started to watch interracial porn because of all the hot, big titty, women, right? Yeah. Then you started imagining your wife as one of those women. Eventually you found yourself staring at those BBCs thinking, there's no way they are that big. Right? Oh, you don't have to answer, I know you. Before long you found yourself unable to squirt your sissy juice without looking at a big black cock, right? So, when T here told you she needed more, you thought, oh damn I can finally see this in real life! It's the same fucking story every fucking time Willy. White boys know they can't compete with brothers like me, so they dream of being sissies and submitting to real men. The problem is, little boys like you must be broken first, so they understand they ain't in control. You know that don't you Willy? You know you ain't in control, don't you?"
I looked to my beautiful wife for help but could see by the adoring way she looked at Jerome, there would be no assistance coming. I felt hot tears fill my eyes as I tried to look up at the black man's face. But I just couldn't do it. I couldn't look him in the eyes. Instead, my gaze hovered down away from his face. My mistake was in not considering where I would be looking when I lowered my eyes.

Jerome laughed and said, "Damn boy, you're looking at my crotch now. What the fuck? Are you wondering if I'm as big as all those black kings you watch online? Are you wondering what your wife looks like when she's taking this tube steak? Fuck boy, I knew you had to be a fucking wimp ass sissy, but I never thought you'd be a faggot."

Tina chortled loudly and said, "Oh I'm gonna pee my pants! Stop it Daddy! That's so funny, I can't stand it. Willy, are you really looking at my boyfriend's package?"

I mumbled and stuttered and tried to look away, but Jerome was standing so close to me I couldn't do anything. I made a small squeaking noise and tried to look at Tina, but the big man moved closer, so his crotch was inches from my face.

As if it had been the plan from the beginning, Jerome then said, "So, listen Willy, I don't want to fuck up a happy marriage, so here's what I need from you. You lean forward and kiss my dick right now, through my pants, and I'll know you're cool with what's happening."

Tina was laughing now, and I could see her fingertips as she caressed her lover's ass. I was staring directly at his thick member as it stretched out the crotch of his designer pants, and I could smell the distinct scent of ball sweat. I was so humiliated I could barely focus on the moment and had to keep blinking away tears.

My darling wife said, "That is a great idea, Daddy. My little hubby needs to give his approval, so you don't feel like a disgusting cheater. I mean I hate to think of him sitting at home disapproving of our relationship."

She then dropped to her knees behind the towering black man so that I could see her face between his legs. My beautiful wife. The love of my life. Kneeling behind this domineering black man and waiting for me to plant a kiss on his musky, black cock. My god, I love her so much.

With tears in my eyes and a flushed red face, I leaned forward into this hulking black man's crotch. My mouth was dry as a desert and I felt more embarrassed and degraded than ever in my life, but I pursed my lips and planted a kiss on the bulge in Jerome's pants. I could feel the heat from his massive organ. Oh, I knew it was massive from the width of the prick I was kissing. It felt as thick as my wrist, and it pulsed with power, throbbing against the fabric of his pants.

My gorgeous wife gasped and sighed in pleasure as she witnessed my debasement. She jumped to her feet in glee and said, "Oh Daddy, that was so hot! Let's go! The faster we go to the restaurant, the faster we get back here to fuck. I need that big dick, Daddy."
Jerome simply pushed himself from the couch and stood tall before me. He looked down grinning and said, "Damn Willy, that was too easy. You ain't a man at all. You're a little sissy bitch. Me and your wife gotta talk about what to do next, considering you are such a faggy little sissy bitch. You get your ass to bed in the spare room and think about what I'll be doing to your wife later. Don't you fucking dare leave that room no matter what you hear when we get back. You understand?"

I blinked up at him, the heat from his huge cock still warm on my lips, and said, "Yes I understand."

Jerome glared down at me and said, "Try again sissy."

I was unsure what that meant but the look in his eyes and the giggling from my wife told me all I needed to know. "Yes Sir." I managed to stutter out.

"Good boy" the black man said as he patted my head like a pet dog. Then he turned and took my wife's arm, leading her out into the night, leaving me to wallow in my submisssion.