I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t. I thought I could, but this is becoming unbearable.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked me.

“Oh, nothing,” I replied with a smile. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”

But that was a lie. A blatant lie.

Being Honest With Myself

The truth? I’m frustrated. Beyond frustrated, actually. It’s hard to even put into words the level of frustration I’ve been feeling lately. And while it didn’t start out this way, the real source of my frustration is my husband – or, more specifically – his cock. Or should I say his lack of one?

Don’t get me wrong; John is a great guy in every other respect. He treats me well and does everything he can to make me happy (and don’t even get me started on all the housework he does!). But, if we’re being honest here, there’s just no denying that his cock doesn’t measure up – at least not by any stretch of the imagination.

When we first started dating ten years ago (we recently celebrated our anniversary), John was different – or at least it seemed that way to me then. He was confident and assertive, and he satisfied me sexually (or at least as best as he could) without any issues whatsoever.

But things gradually began to change – for both of us.

You see, somewhere along the way John had what you might call an “awakening” or perhaps more accurately a “realization” about himself and his true nature.

He came to understand (and ultimately accept) that he was submissive; in fact, he realized that being submissive felt far more natural for him than pretending to be dominant ever had. Everything about our relationship changed once he embraced his submissive nature completely (which didn’t take long).

To say that John became passive would be an understatement of epic proportions. He was almost embarrassingly subservient to me in every way imaginable. I didn’t need to lift a finger around the house – he did everything for me without ever having to ask (or even hint). And sexually? Well, let’s just say that John became even more concerned with my pleasure than he had been.

At first, this was a good thing for me; it was probably great for me. But over time, what seemed like deference and attentiveness started to feel more like… well… lack of confidence – or maybe even weakness.

I know it’s not fair of me to think (or feel) this way – especially given all the wonderful things John has done for me throughout our marriage. And believe me when I tell you that I love him and appreciate all he does for me. I really do!

But despite my best efforts to suppress these feelings and be content with what I have (which is a lot more than most women can say they have), the frustration just keeps building inside of me.

And as much as it pains me to admit it, at this point, there’s really only one solution that I can see: I need a real cock! A big, thick, hard cock that can fuck the shit out of my tight little pussy and make me cum like never before!

I’ve tried using toys on my own when John isn’t around—but that’s not the same; it’s just not! No matter how realistic they may look or feel (and some are quite realistic), they’re still just toys—lifeless pieces of silicone or rubber or whatever else they’re made from.

What I need is a man with real cock energy! Someone who exudes masculinity and confidence. Someone who can take charge and dominate me completely in bed (and who knows what else)!

So, after much internal debate and countless sleepless nights, I’ve decided to be honest with John and tell him exactly how I’m feeling and what I think I need.

But what if he can’t handle it? What if he’s not up for the job? Or worse – what if he is?

It’s no use. I have to find out. I can’t go on like this any longer. It’s simply too overwhelming.

I call him into the bedroom, where I’ve been waiting nervously on the bed, trying to gather my thoughts (and courage).

“Is everything okay?” he asks me as he approaches me, concern etched across his face.

“Yes,” I reply, swallowing hard before continuing. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

“Okay,” he says softly. “What’s on your mind?”

Laying It All On The Table

“That you’re a pathetic little cuckold bitch who can’t satisfy his own wife!”

As soon as the words escape my mouth, a strange feeling washes over me – a mix of exhilaration and liberation. It feels so good to finally say what I’ve been thinking and feeling for so long!

John looks stunned – as well as he should be! He clearly wasn’t expecting this at all.

“I… uh… wha… what did you just say?” he stammers.

“You heard me, John!” I respond assertively – without even a trace of hesitation or doubt in my voice. “Your cock is too small to satisfy me, so now you’re going to watch while someone else does!”

“But Anne…” he begins before trailing off again.

“No buts!” I tell him firmly. “This is happening, whether you like it or not! From now on, you’re nothing more than my little cuckold bitch – got it?”

He nods silently in response; there’s no other option for him now.

“Good,” I say with a satisfied nod. “Now get undressed and lie on the bed – I’m going to ride your face until I cum all over it!”

Even though everything is happening exactly as I’d planned (or at least hoped), it still feels somewhat surreal – like it’s happening to someone else instead of me. But, at the same time, there’s no denying that I’m incredibly turned on right now.

I quickly strip off my clothes and straddle John’s head, lowering myself onto his waiting mouth without wasting another second.

John begins to lick and suck at my pussy almost immediately, eager to please me. But this time there’s something different about it – something more submissive in his approach. It feels strangely empowering to have him beneath me like this while he services me with his tongue.

As John continues to eat my pussy enthusiastically, a new thought occurs to me: if John is going to be my cuckold bitch from now on, then that means he should also be cleaning up other men’s cum for me too!

The realization of what I’ve just said hits me like a bolt of lightning; it’s such an incredibly hot and arousing thought! And from the way John’s cock twitches beneath me (despite being locked inside his chastity cage), I can tell that he thinks so too.

As much as I’d love to continue riding John’s face and cumming all over him (which I could easily do for hours), there are other matters that need attending to tonight.

With one final shudder of pleasure, I reluctantly climb off of John and tell him to get dressed – but not before giving his locked-up cock a teasing squeeze first (which earns me a muffled moan in response).

I grab my phone and quickly find the number for one of the several dominant bulls who has been messaging me lately (more out of curiosity than anything else). To be honest, most have been nothing more than time-wasters or fantasists; but there are a few who seem promising – or at least worth pursuing further.

I send a quick message to one of the more persistent bulls and tell him that I’m finally ready to meet up, if he is. Almost immediately, I receive a reply with an address and instructions for me to come over as soon as possible.

That was easier than I expected! It seems that fate (or whatever you want to call it) is definitely on my side tonight.

I look over at John, who’s still in the process of getting dressed. He looks nervous – understandably so – but also excited; his cock is straining against its confinement even more now.

“Get your coat,” I tell him matter-of-factly. “We’re going out.”

It doesn’t take long for us to get into the car and drive to the address I was given. All the while on our way there, John remains silent – which is probably for the best. After all, there really isn’t much that needs to be said at this point.

We arrive at our destination about fifteen minutes later – a large suburban home in an upscale neighborhood. It strikes me as somewhat odd (and yet fitting) that this would be happening right here in our own backyard, so to speak.

He Becomes A Cuck

As I take all of Jamal’s cock in my mouth, I can feel the weight and girth of it stretching my lips and threatening to trigger my gag reflex. But I don’t pull back. Instead, I look into John’s eyes, wanting him to see how completely I’m submitting to these strangers.

John’s jaw drops as he watches me deepthroat Jamal, and I can see a mixture of shock, arousal, and jealousy in his eyes. He knows that he could never satisfy me in this way – that his average-sized cock would never compare to the massive shaft that is currently filling my mouth.

Feeling a surge of power at John’s reaction, I bob my head up and down on Jamal’s cock with more enthusiasm. Each time I take him deep into my throat, I suppress the urge to gag and focus on the pleasure that courses through me. The taste of him, the musky scent that fills my nostrils, the primal sounds he makes – it all fuels my desire to be used by these men.

While I continue to service Jamal with my mouth, Darnell maintains a steady rhythm as he fucks me from behind. His hips thrust against the curves of my ass, driving his thick length into me over and over again. With each powerful stroke, his swollen balls slap against the sensitive skin between my legs.

I moan around Jamal’s cock as Darnell pounds into me relentlessly. The sensation is overwhelming – an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

And then John does something unexpected.

He kneels down beside me and starts kissing and licking at the soft flesh where Darnell’s balls meet my body. It’s a submissive act – one that shows his willingness to worship both his wife and her black lovers – and it drives me wild with desire.

Emboldened by John’s behavior, I reach between my legs and start massaging my clit in time with Darnell’s thrusts. The added stimulation brings me closer to the edge, and I can feel the first tendrils of an orgasm starting to build deep within me.

Sensing my impending release, Darnell wraps one hand around my hip and uses the other to reach between our bodies. He finds my swollen nub easily and begins to rub it in fast, circular motions.

The combined sensations of Darnell’s cock filling me, John’s mouth on my skin, and Darnell’s fingers on my clit are too much to handle. I let out a muffled scream as my body starts to convulse with pleasure, and Jamal’s cock pulses in time with the contractions of my throat as he comes hard.

As Jamal shoots his hot load down my throat, I swallow every drop eagerly. It tastes both salty and sweet – a unique flavor that is now forever associated with this moment of surrender.

When Jamal finally pulls out of my mouth with a satisfied groan, I take a moment to catch my breath before turning my attention back to John. He’s still kneeling beside me, his face mere inches from where Darnell is pounding into me.

“Do you like watching your wife get fucked by these big black cocks?” asks Jamal with a smirk as he watches John’s reaction.

John swallows hard before answering. “Yes,” he says in a hoarse voice. “It turns me on so fucking much.”

“Good,” says Darnell as he spanks me lightly on the ass. “Because we’re just getting started.”

With that said, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me up from the couch until I’m standing between him and Jamal. Then he removes the blindfold from John’s eyes and tosses it aside.

“Now it’s time for your husband to see what it feels like to be inside this tight, white pussy,” says Darnell with a wicked grin. “But first, we need to make sure that he stays in his place.”

With that said, Darnell reaches down and grabs John’s cock, giving it a cruel squeeze. John winces in pain, but he doesn’t make a sound.

“You see this?” asks Darnell as he holds up the key to John’s chastity cage. “This is our insurance policy. If you ever disobey us or try to stop what’s happening here tonight, I’ll lock this back on you and throw away the key.”

John nods eagerly, his eyes full of both fear and excitement. He knows that he has no choice but to do whatever these men tell him – that they hold all the power in this situation.

“Good boy,” says Jamal with a chuckle. “Now get over here and clean up your wife’s sloppy seconds like the cuckold bitch you are.”

John doesn’t hesitate for a second. He kneels down on the floor in front of me and starts licking at my swollen folds while Darnell continues to fuck me from behind.

As John’s tongue explores every inch of my well-fucked pussy, I look down at him with a mixture of pride and lust. He may be my husband, but right now he’s nothing more than another one of Jamal and Darnell’s playthings – a willing participant in our shared debauchery.

And as my first orgasm starts to fade away, I can’t help but wonder what other surprises these men have in store for us.

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