My wife Sharron and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary two months ago. However, she only performed her “marital duties” for the first eight years. For the past two years I have been her cuckold, and her pussy, ass, and mouth belong to her black bull, Jerome. The ban probably weight half again what I do and he’s a good three inches taller. Jerome doesn’t come over to socialize, just to fuck, three or four times a week. When he shows up, Sharron and Jerome retire to the bedroom. I am never invited. I can only imagine what happens behind the closed door. All I can say is Sharron never screamed when I fucked her the way she does with Jerome. I have never seen his dick, but I imagine it is as big as the rest of him.
Jerome came over last Thursday evening, but Sharron wasn’t feeling well. It was the onset of her period. To say Jerome was disappointed was an understatement. I could hear him shouting in the bedroom just before Sharron called me in. I politely knocked on the bedroom door and hear Jerome yell from the other side, “Get you cracker ass in here, motherfucker.” I reluctantly opened the door to find Jerome butt naked and with a raging boner. Sharron was sitting on a chair, still fully clothed. “Come in sweety”, motioning me to come over to her.
Standing in front of her, she explained, “Sweety, Jerome is horny and I’m not feeling well. He’s driven all the way across town to get laid, and I don’t want him to leave disappointed. I was truly clueless what Sharron was asking me, so I simply asked, “What are you going to do?” She replied, “Actually, I am not going to do anything. You are.” I am sure the look on my face was priceless. Never in my life had I slept with a man, and Sharron knew that. “Take your clothes off, dear. Get in bed.”
I had no interest in being used that way by a man, but Sharron insisted. Jerome did not stand idly by while Sharron negotiated. He stood behind me and started removing my clothes. I shook my head no, but he pressed ahead. Down to my underwear, Jerome pulled them down to my ankles and spread my ass cheeks with his enormous hands. “I ain’t had whiteboy pussy in a long time.” Lifting me up by my waist, Jerome threw me into the bed and jumped in after.
The reality the Jerome was going to fuck m e started to sink in. I staired at his erection, what looked like nine inches long. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand, Jerome greased his cock before pushing my legs back and squirting more lube on my anus. A moment later he was fingering me. Sticking both index fingers in me, he pulled them apart, stretching my butthole. Sharron wasn’t into assplay, so I had never had anything in my butt, so Jerome’s “foreplay” was excruciatingly painful.
After a minute or two of getting me ready, Jerome was pressing the glans of his cock into my rectum. He had stretched me enough, that the head fit in without much effort. However, the rest of his cock ballooned in the middle, so the deeper he forced himself into my rectum, the more painful it was. He was not gentile and seemed intent on fucking me as soon as possible. I screamed as he drove his cock balls-deep. No sooner was he in me, he started fucking me, pile-driver style, with my knees touching the sides of my head. I say his enormous cock disappear inside me with a corresponding bulging of my upper abdomen.
A few minutes of fucking me, and I recalled how long he would typically fuck Sharron, It was not unusual for me to hear her being pounded for thirty minutes or more. I tried to zone out, ignoring the pain. As I turned my attention inward, I began to think about what was happening. I was being used like a woman by a man who was my sexual superior. I looked over at Sharron, who was watching the show with a look of amazement on her face. After what was probably half an hour, but what seemed like an eternity, I could tell Jerome was about to cum.
Jerome was thrusting deliberately, as if to finish himself off. I simultaneously wanted him to nut, but also thought of the embarrassment of having cum drip out of my gapping asshole. Suddenly, Jerome pulled himself out. Did he have an orgasm? Before I could figure out what was happening, Jerome leapt to straddle my chest, while still pinning my legs over my head. He started forcing his cock in my mouth. I clinched my jaw and pursed my lips until he slapped me. The shock of being slapped caused me to loose concentration, and before I knew it, most of Jerome’s cock was in my mouth.
“Don’t bite me cracker, or I’ll punch the shit out of you.” Jerome was fucking my mouth. He was performing ATM. I wanted to puke. He tasted disgusting. Having used my asshole to ready himself, it didn’t take long for Jerome to shoot his load down my throat. It wasn’t just a squirt, like when I used to cum, but a steady stream of semen, maybe half a cup. I choked as my mouth, already full of Jerome’s cock, was filled with cum. He continued to thrust, forcing his cum down my throat and up my nostrils.
When his cock stopped throbbing, Jerome order me to clean it. My dignity destroyed, I complied with his order. When I had finished to his satisfaction, Jerome scooted off the bed, put his clothes on, and left. I noticed blood on the sheets from my torn rectum. I tried to spit out the dirt in my mouth, but there was little to expel. Jerome had forced me to swallow most of it. I laid in be sobbing for a while when Sharron told me to go get a shower and put on clean sheets.
In the coming months, before Jerome moved away, he would visit Sharron three or four days a week. He would visit me the other days. Initially I protested, but there were photographs of me being used as a Black Man’s Woman, so I reluctantly accepted my fate.