John always fantasized of seeing his fiancée with another man. But when she decides to indulge his fantasy with a black man far sexier than John could ever hope to be, he wonders if he’s gotten in over his head.
Targeted Audience: adults 21+
J.R. Williams is an expert in cuckolding. Birth of a Cuck is his first book.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have always been captivated by the act of cuckolding — of a man sharing his girlfriend or wife with another man, often coupled with humiliation on the part of the boyfriend or husband.
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"What are you thinking about?"
John hesitated a moment. It was the question every man dreaded. If he told his fiancee, Khloe, the woman he was set to marry in three short months, what he was actually thinking, he was bound to end up sleeping on the couch touching himself to sleep instead of climaxing in his bride-to-be's hot, tight pussy.
"I'm just thinking about how sexy you look on top of me," he said.
"Mmhmm," she said through gritted teeth as she rocked back and forth on his cock. "Now do you wanna tell me what you're really thinking about?"
He sighed. "Well, a certain fantasy was running through my head…" He leaned up and took one of her breasts into his mouth, hoping to distract her from the current line of questioning.
"Mmmm, that feels good," she cooed, pressing her nipple deeper into his mouth. There was a pause and she said, "Tell me your fantasy."
"I'm embarrassed," he said.
"You never have to be embarrassed with me," she said.
“I know,” he said. But he hesitated.
She leaned forward and gently sucked on his earlobe. “Tell me,” she whispered, pushing her breath into his ear and sending a warm chill through his spine.
“I was just thinking how hot it would be to see you with another man,” he said.
She didn't seem upset at all.
“Is that right?” she asked. “Would you like it if another man was fucking my ass from behind right now?”
Hearing her vocalize his fantasy sent a rush through him. He fucked her harder, pounding his cock as deep into her sopping cunt as he could. He wondered how much deeper a well-endowed stud would be able to reach.
He was emboldened now, and he spoke his true fantasies without fear of repercussion.
"Actually," he hissed between moans, "I'd really like to see a big black man pounding your pussy while I sit in the corner of the room and watch."
"Oh really," she said. This time she sounded genuinely surprised. John was afraid she’d been hurt by the fact that he wasn’t also fucking her in his fantasy.
But after a moment, she seemed to regain her composure.
"Well," she said, and she let out a little chuckle, "We may be able to arrange that. You want a big black cock to tear this pussy up, huh?"
"Holy shit, yes," he gasped, thrilled to hear her utter the words "big black cock." "Would you like that?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, I'd love it," she said, her voice especially sultry now. "I can't tell you how many times I've imagined it was a large black man I was riding instead of you."
His hips thrust hard, and their skin slapped against each other so loudly John thought the next door neighbors could surely hear their debauchery.
"Really?" John gasped.
"It's crossed my mind," she said coyly.
"That's so fucking hot," he said. "Holy shit, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm—" His hot cum shot into her, wet and sticky. John melted into the bed and pulled Khloe close to him.
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