Speaker 1: I've been wanting to have a story written about my
Speaker 1: lovely English wife Victoria. The only problem is I haven't
Speaker 1: the talent or creative insight to be a writer. So
Speaker 1: I opened up to Damien's soul my cuckled desires regarding
Speaker 1: my wife to see if he can make something out
Speaker 1: of my thoughts. Victoria recently marked her fifty second birthday.
Speaker 1: She has gotten bigger over the years, but still retains
Speaker 1: her statuesque figure that makes her stand out in a
Speaker 1: roomful of women. Her tits have enlarged, her buttocks has
Speaker 1: added several pounds of fat, so much fat that I
Speaker 1: can barely grasp each cheek with my bare hands, And
Speaker 1: whenever she slips into her blue swimsuit, it brings out
Speaker 1: the youthful outlook in her figure, like she hadn't aged much.
Speaker 1: Vicki is awfully shy around strangers. Men intimidate her more
Speaker 1: than ever, but mostly black men. She once had a
Speaker 1: year old affair with a black man during college, years
Speaker 1: before we hooked up. The affair was brief, which was
Speaker 1: how she often told it, but I always observe a
Speaker 1: sparkle in her blue eyes whenever she reminisced about that period,
Speaker 1: letting me know that things were anything but brief in
Speaker 1: that relationship. She was usually reluctant to talk about it.
Speaker 1: But it wasn't until one time I enticed her with
Speaker 1: two glasses of Irish cream that the truth tumbled out
Speaker 1: like a waterfall. He had a big cock, she blurted,
Speaker 1: while revealing details she had kept hidden from me. It
Speaker 1: was big, honey. When I say big, I mean massive.
Speaker 1: How massive are you talking about? She spaced her palms
Speaker 1: apart to show me. If her then lover was that big,
Speaker 1: then he was the equivalent of a beer bottle. I
Speaker 1: should have felt slighted, even intimidated. Instead, what raised in
Speaker 1: my heart was excitement. How come you and him broke up?
Speaker 1: He finished college and then had to return home, Vickie replied.
Speaker 1: He was from Ghana, I think, or maybe Nigeria. I
Speaker 1: don't remember, but I know it was in West Africa.
Speaker 1: I had the most amazing time with him, and I'm
Speaker 1: glad my parents never found out. Imagine what they'd think
Speaker 1: of me if they knew. What would they have thought?
Speaker 1: I refilled her glass. A girl's got to grow old
Speaker 1: and live her life, don't she? You know my dad,
Speaker 1: you know how ornery, he often gets Does he look
Speaker 1: like the sword who'd be happy knowing his daughter's screwing
Speaker 1: a black man? Not in his lifetime? How I often
Speaker 1: missed those days, Dear, while Vickie lay asleep. Later, I
Speaker 1: was in the bathroom masturbating to the image of her
Speaker 1: and her nameless African lover rolling back and forth in
Speaker 1: bed with him, making her scream with lust as she
Speaker 1: beckoned him to fuck her harder, harder. Oh gosh, the
Speaker 1: idea of that made me have the most explosive climax. Ever.
Speaker 1: That wasn't the last time I got Vicki to open
Speaker 1: up about her past affairs. She dated other men before
Speaker 1: eventually settling with me, but I always preferred hearing her
Speaker 1: talk about her African lover. The more she described and
Speaker 1: expanded upon the numerous sexual encounters she enjoyed with him,
Speaker 1: the more I felt emboldened about wanting to see her
Speaker 1: get blacked once again. This time. I wouldn't want for
Speaker 1: it to be a one time affair. My desire was
Speaker 1: for Victoria to become addicted to whoever gets to fuck her.
Speaker 1: It was by accident that I found Damien the soule
Speaker 1: writings on Litteratica. I had gotten hooked to the site
Speaker 1: and couldn't get enough of reading various erotic cuckled stories
Speaker 1: published there. The Soul's stories were a game changer for me.
Speaker 1: His felt more real than most. I read through his bio,
Speaker 1: found his website and was astonished by what I discovered.
Speaker 1: I reached out to him in and he corresponded back
Speaker 1: with me. Together, we hatched a plan. Three months later,
Speaker 1: our British Airway's flight landed in Lagos, Nigeria. The time
Speaker 1: was twelve forty five p m. Vicki and I were
Speaker 1: enjoying a two weeks holiday adventure in Nigeria, and we
Speaker 1: would be met by our esteem chaperone, whom I had
Speaker 1: intrusted would give us a fun filled time spent far
Speaker 1: from home. I had done the necessary work of linking
Speaker 1: him with Victoria weeks ago, even she was eager to
Speaker 1: meet him in person. We battled the bustling city traffic
Speaker 1: to get to the Continental Hotel where I'd booked us
Speaker 1: for the duration of our stay. What Vicky doesn't know
Speaker 1: is that I don't intend to spend the length of
Speaker 1: the stay with her. My intention is to be there
Speaker 1: for a week after which I would leave her in
Speaker 1: the company of our chaperone to take good care of her.
Speaker 1: I had pressing work back home, and besides, the reason
Speaker 1: for this trip was for Vicki to have a swell
Speaker 1: time becoming acquainted with the man I designated to become
Speaker 1: her lover. An hour later, we'd arrived and checked into
Speaker 1: our room. Vicki took care of arranging our clothes in
Speaker 1: the closet, then went to take a shower while I
Speaker 1: lay in bed looking for some measure of sleep. My
Speaker 1: phone rang minutes later, jolting me awake. It was our
Speaker 1: chaperone calling to say he'd arrived at the hotel. I
Speaker 1: told him the room number and waited for him. There
Speaker 1: came a knock at the door minutes later, and I
Speaker 1: went and invited Damien the Soul into our suite. Who's that, honey,
Speaker 1: Vicki inquired, as she then stepped out of the bathroom
Speaker 1: with a towel wrapped around her upper body. She stopped
Speaker 1: when she realized we weren't alone, setting her eyes on
Speaker 1: the mystery man. It took several seconds before she recognized him. Damien, Hi, there, Victoria.
Speaker 1: Damien the Soul approached my wife and hugged her. I
Speaker 1: thought you'd nearly forgotten what I look like. I almost did.
Speaker 1: Vickie laughed, but then I remember your glasses and it
Speaker 1: came back to me. You arrived so soon did David
Speaker 1: call to tell you we've checked in? I already had
Speaker 1: your itinerary, said Damien, and I happened to be close by.
Speaker 1: Are you feeling tired from the journey? Well, I was
Speaker 1: a while ago. Victoria allowed Damien to loosen her towel
Speaker 1: to expose herself to him. But since you're here, you
Speaker 1: might as well see what you'll be spending time with.
Speaker 1: Now you see why I had to be here early.
Speaker 1: They moved into each other's arms and kissed each other
Speaker 1: like they were long lost lovers. I watched Damien caress
Speaker 1: Vickie's tits with both hands and applied his mouth to
Speaker 1: each pair, while she caressed and grasped his arms and shoulder.
Speaker 1: The towel felt of Vicky's ankles, and I had to
Speaker 1: go over and rescue it from her feet. Damien applied
Speaker 1: both hands to Victoria's buttocks, lifted her off the ground,
Speaker 1: and carried her to the bed. I pulled a chair
Speaker 1: from beside the table, got out my cell phone and
Speaker 1: started taking snapshots. Damien focused his foreplay on my wife's tits,
Speaker 1: taking time to suck each pair while Vicki moaned and
Speaker 1: squirmed under him. He moved to the side to enable
Speaker 1: her unzip his jeans, reach into the recess, and out
Speaker 1: came his heart on. Oh so this is what I
Speaker 1: came all the way from England to find, Vicki muttered
Speaker 1: while jerking Damien's cock. Damien sat upright to allow her
Speaker 1: to have fun with his erection while he busied with
Speaker 1: discarding his clothes. I went and rescued his shirt from
Speaker 1: where he had dropped it and into the closet it went.
Speaker 1: Before returning to my chair. Vicky was engrossed with a
Speaker 1: mouthful of his cock. I watched the way her mouth
Speaker 1: kept expanding as he leaned over her face. Damien gave
Speaker 1: me a thumbs up sign, then slipped his fingers down
Speaker 1: her crotch. Vicki sucked his cock with what looked to
Speaker 1: me like amateurish relish. She hadn't had anything to practice
Speaker 1: regarding how to be with Damien, except for me or
Speaker 1: her pink dildo that fit into her hand bag. She
Speaker 1: would require adequate time to adjust herself to Damien's size.
Speaker 1: My penis was hard in nudging inside my khaki shorts.
Speaker 1: I was still in disbelief that it had taken less
Speaker 1: effort for her to adjust herself to want another man
Speaker 1: besides me. My initial fear was that Damien wouldn't be
Speaker 1: much of a charmer for her. Somehow he had worked
Speaker 1: his magic on her back when they exchanged e mails.
Speaker 1: Vickie allowed Damien to lie on his back and assisted
Speaker 1: him out of his jeans and undershorts before jumping on
Speaker 1: to him. I left my chair to get a better
Speaker 1: view of my wife's massive buttocks as she planted them
Speaker 1: on Damien's thighs. She slid back and forth on his meat,
Speaker 1: arousing sexual tension from the act, until then getting the
Speaker 1: nerve to plant him between her cheeks. Damien grasped her
Speaker 1: but cheeks and held them apart for me to capture
Speaker 1: the sight of my wife's pussy enveloping his cock. The
Speaker 1: sight was as marvelous as it was breath taking. I
Speaker 1: felt myself ejaculate precome in my shorts, and I'd barely
Speaker 1: even touched myself yet Vicki's buttocks rode damien cock back
Speaker 1: and forth, then later switched pace as her lust began
Speaker 1: to climb. I could hear it from the length and
Speaker 1: breath of her moaning fervor and knew she was getting
Speaker 1: lost in the forest of her sexual pleasure. Damien smacked
Speaker 1: both palms on her butt, leaving red imprints on her flesh.
Speaker 1: I aimed my phone's camera closer to capture more of
Speaker 1: the amazing sight. I would have loved to stick my
Speaker 1: head between Vickie's as cheeks to taste her. I reckon
Speaker 1: her pussy would taste way better now that she had
Speaker 1: an African cock fucking her as she once did years ago.
Speaker 1: Damien was grunting heavily under Vickie as he then adjusted
Speaker 1: his legs so he could slam her with a combo
Speaker 1: of thrusts to let her know he was in charge.
Speaker 1: Vicki tumbled off him, squirting over his thighs while she did.
Speaker 1: Damien rolled on top of her and continued from where
Speaker 1: he let off. His thighs clashed against Vicki's meaty thighs,
Speaker 1: sounding off like loaves of bread hitting each other. Damien
Speaker 1: worked with frantic urgency the way he hooked his arms
Speaker 1: under her thighs while maintaining a hold on my wife,
Speaker 1: Vicki was writhing and squirming in ecstasy, looking like something
Speaker 1: I'd never witnessed before. They were both sweating profusely by
Speaker 1: the time Damien squirted his com in her pussy. This
Speaker 1: was another amazing moment, and I took multiple snapshots of
Speaker 1: it to ensure I'd actually witnessed what happened my wife
Speaker 1: taking another man's seamen inside her vagina. Some things are
Speaker 1: too unbelievable to believe, but that's until they happen before
Speaker 1: your very eyes. Such was how our too weak holiday
Speaker 1: in Nigeria began in sexual earnest