Missy Changes Her Mind

I thought it was what I wanted but I knew right away that I'd made a terrible mistake.

Missy and I had married young. We'd met in high school and married a year after I graduated from college. She was the only woman I'd ever been with and I was only the second man for her. Our sex lifr had been great for years but when she lost interest after our second child was born I turned to porn.

My tastes in porn began rather vanilla but after a while that became boring and I found myself watching more wild videos until I found one genre that really struck a chord with me.

Cuckold and interracial porn had not even been on my radar when I started down the rabbit hole but it excited me more than anything. I began to picture my wife cuckolding me with a well hung black man as I watched and eventually I confessed my fantasy to her.

Missy was hurt and shocked by my confession. She insisted that she would never do that and for almost a month she refused to fuck me. Eventually she accepted that it was just fantasy and in time we began to role-play with toys various scenarios. We started watching interracial porn together and while we continued to insist that she would never do anything like that in real life she did enjoy it when I used our big black dildo on her.

One aspect of cuckolding did embrace more than the others was that she was in control. It started slowly. She began to become assertive and demanding, not just in bed but in all aspects of our marriage. She first took control of our finances and then she began assigning me chores to do around the house. She started to initiate sex, which was a change I loved, and she started ordering me around while we fucked. She became aggressive in bed and would sit on my face, grinding her pussy on it until she came, then she would mount my dick and ride it hard until I emptied my balls inside her. She began to tease me if I came too quickly and if I did she would have me fuck her with her black dildo while I licked her hard clit.

I loved my wife's dominant demeanor and our sex life was as good as it had ever been. It continued like that for over a year. Then one day as we laid in bed watching porn together Missy asked me if I would really want to watch her with another man.

"I would, I think it would be really hot, why?" I asked my sexy wife as she idly stroked my dick.

"Because I am warming to the idea," Missy purred softly in my ear. Her hot breath tickled the nape of my neck. Her tongue slithered along the creases of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Would you like that Baby? Would you like to watch a big black bull fuck your chubby white wife?"

Her hand continued to stroke my hard dick and my legs began to quiver. She sucked on my ear lobe and her hand moved faster, sending me past the point of no return. I groaned deep and low as ribbons of hot cum spewed from my throbbing dick into her waiting palm and she quickly smeared my slimy jizz onto her unsated pussy.

"I think that was a yes," Missy giggled as she rose onto her knees and straddled my face. I had often craved the dirty act of licking cum off of her when we were getting hot and heavy but the moment I came the thought turned from hot to repulsive but Missy didn't care. She liked pushing my boundaries and making me do and say things I wasn't completely comfortable with.

She lowered her messy cunt onto my mouth and the acrid smell of cum, mixed with her sweet pussy filled my head. My stomach wretched for a moment but I instinctively stuck my tongue out and she began to writhe, smearing my seed all over my face. Her hips undulated slowly and she started to moan. I could see her hands clutching her heavy, middle aged breasts and her body began to quake as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Did you enjoy that Baby?" Missy asked as she climbed off my sticky face and laid down beside me. She had a wide grin and my heart continued to race.

"I did," I said sheepishly. The embarrassment of what I'd just done was still fresh and my mind was still reeling.

"What if I told you that I have someone in mind?"

"What, who?" I stammered. I couldn't believe my ears and my breath caught in my chest.

"No one you know. I found him on FetLife. We started chatting a few weeks ago and he really gets me. I can show you his profile and pics." I could hear the excitement in my wife's voice and I felt a pit form in my belly.

"Okay," I replied timidly. Things seemed to be moving fast and the wheels in my head kept spinning. I didn't know Missy was on FetLife or that she even knew it existed. I couldn't believe that she had been chatting with another man, a bull, for two weeks without telling me. I was a little hurt, a little confused, but a lot excited by the possibility of making my long time fantasy a reality.

Missy grabbed her phone and quickly located the man's profile. His name was Ronald and he looked to be the same age as my wife and I, though I wasn't really sure because older black men sometimes look a bit younger than they are. I started to scroll through the pictures, most of which were full or partial nudes, but some were him in expensive suits. He looked shorter than me but he was broader and more muscular and his dick was huge. When I finished looking at the pictures I started to read his bio and my pulse quickened. He lived locally and was an experienced bull. He was a long time Dominant with an affinity for DD/lg and he claimed to be a brat tamer, whatever that meant. He was single and thankfully straight and he was looking for single women and cuckold couples for real life experiences.

"What do you think Baby?" My wife asked as she gently rubbed my chest. Despite my recent orgasm my dick had begun to swell anew, making it impossible to deny my interest in making our fantasy a reality but I had a million questions.

"Sounds interesting," I stammered. "How did you find him?"

"I was curious about FetLife, I had heard about it when reading about our situation. I started looking around and made a profile using a nude picture I found on the internet that looked kind of like my body and I cropped off the head. A few days later my mailbox was full. Ron's message stood out because it seemed real and genuine. Plus it was well written and it was obvious he was intelligent and funny so I responded. We started emailing back and forth, then started messaging on Facebook messenger and eventually we talked on the phone." She replied matter of factly. It felt like a violation of trust but I had no one to blame but myself so I swallowed my concerns and nodded.

"So he's seen pictures of you, knows who we are and where we live?"

"Yes, though he hasn't seen any real nudes of me. He asked after I told him my profile picture wasn't really me but I told him I wouldn't do that until you and I talked. So now we are talking," Missy smiled. Her hand moved to my rock hard dick and she squeezed it in her fist. "You don't seem to mind so do you want to take a few pictures of your hot wife?"

It was strange hearing Missy refer to herself as a hot wife. Her deep dive into the lifestyle seemed to be happening and I nodded as I grabbed my phone to snap some pictures. Missy seemed much more comfortable having naked pictures taken than I would have imagined. She tried several different positions and I took dozens of pictures until she found the right look and angles to hide what she considered her flaws.

I watched my wife send several faceless nude pictures to Ron. Then she sent him a text message, letting him know they were waiting in his mailbox. Moments later he replied and for the next half-hour the chatted back and forth about her pics and how hot she looked.

Missy was beaming when they finished and she pushed me onto my back. My dick stuck straight out and she quickly mounted it, letting my sink balls deep in her soaking wet pussy.

She rocked slowly at first, her thick, curvaceous body moving languidly over me. Her plump round ass slapped against my pelvis as her pace quickened and our bed began to rock.

Missy looked down at me with a funny look on her pretty face. "I wish your dick was bigger," she said in almost a whisper. I couldn't believe what I had heard and her words rattled around in my head. They were simultaneously humiliating and exciting and my climax build quickly from her intentional mind fuck.

I groaned and reached for her breasts but she brushed my hands away and continued to rock fore and aft. She moved faster and harder and reached down to rub her clit. "I can barely feel you inside of me. I need Ron's big black cock not your little pink worm."

Her body started to shake and she cried out as her fingers worked their magic on her sensitive clit. Her pussy clenched my dick as she came and I erupted inside of her sloppy wet womb, painting her cervix with my surgically sterilized seed.