An Erotic Cuckold Story:

(written by our very own Heather)
Often I am asked how I started to be a cuckoldress and a hot wife. I have always been a bit of a size queen, but I loved my
husband, David, so much that even with his tiny penis I agreed to marry him. Never then did I think that I would make him my
cuck, and be bringing a stable of big black bulls for both of us. I really thought we could find a way around it, I really did. But
over the years, I began to resent him for not making me cum the way a big cock could do it. I was telling this to my best friend
and she suggested a girls night out.

Little did I know what she had in mind. I thought it was simply going to be a girls night out. It started that way. Drinks at a
trendy bar. Then shots at the trendy bar. Me complaining, her nodding. Then the suggestion - lets go somewhere else.
Somewhere more down to earth, she said. So, tipsy, I agreed. She had been saying all night how I was still hot, and needed to
live a little. Have an adventure. So I was up for anything! She drove and drove. She said that I would feel more comfy letting
loose if no one I knew was around. Finally, she pulled into a tiny little bar that I had never been too. A real dive kind of place
and I thought it looked fun from the outside. I have always loved a good honky tonk.

But this was no honky tonk. When we walked in, there were two things I noticed. First, it was definitely a man's bar. Very
few women in there. Second, we were the only white people in the place. I could feel those big black bulls staring at me. And
I loved it. We went to have a drink at the bar, only to have it bought for us by a couple of black guys sitting at the bar. They
were strong looking, and so very dark. One drink turned into two, and then three. The one talking to me was name Tyrone, and
his hand started to slide up my thigh as we talked. I couldn't believe how wet my panties were getting! I was so wet, I was
afraid I was going to stain the bar stool I was sitting on. He asked if I was married, noticing the ring. I said yes. His answer
shocked me. "If you’re in here, your husband must be a little dicked guy. Are you looking for some real cock? After all, that's
what the white girls are looking for when they come in here." he said. And what shocked me even more was my response.
That yes, I was looking for a big black bull to fuck me. That I needed some real cock. That I was desperate for it. There I
was, acting like a total hot wife, all but begging for the black dick.

He said he would fuck me, but I had to call my husband and tell him while he listened. I grabbed my phone, dialed Dave's
number and when he picked up told him what I was going to do. And then I waited for his response. After what seemed like
an eternity, my soon to be cucked husband asked if he could listen on the phone while we fucked. He said he knew he never
satisfied me and wanted me to be happy. He even said that it would get him off. I grabbed Tyrone's hand and led him to the
bathroom. I was so turned on, and he was too when I told him my small pecker husband wanted to listen. My need was so
great, my body just aching for a real man. Knowing I was going to be cuckolding my husband turned me on even more. He
ripped of my clothes, but I didn't care. Nor did I care that I was being fucked like a hot wife by a big black man. All I knew is
that I needed it. That I missed big cock, and getting fucked properly. I came so hard I know the whole bar heard me. And I
know my husband heard me tell Tyrone how much better his cock was than my hubby.

Now mind you - I had no idea about the lifestyle then. No idea that I would become a hot wife, a cuckoldress. No idea that my
life would be fucking bulls. And I certainly had no idea how much my husband loves it. I did not do a walk of shame out of
that bathroom. I walked out like the size queen I am. I walked into adventure and a new lifestyle.