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Barbara's Cuckold Story - 10
by Hotmombarb mhotmombarb@aol.com)

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David wants to be a willing cuckold? (MMF, intr, oral, 
anal, swinger, cuck)

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PART 10

This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-
thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been 
proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of 
the details may not be as graphic as you would like, 
but I am putting this together from three years of 
memories.

I got up the next day, did some minor house cleaning, 
went shopping, and planned on visiting some inter-
racial chat sites when I got home. I first opened my 
mailbox. I usually delete everything, as its just junk 
mail or spam, but today I seen that David responded to 
the e-mail, that I sent yesterday. I was eager to see 
what he had to say about me screwing a black guy, and 
that I was seeing him regularly, and I was also very 
apprehensive.

He said he was glad I experienced someone of a 
different race. He had a myriad of questions of me. I 
thought about how to answer his questions. Lie to him 
outright, tell him half-truths, or be totally truthful 
with him. In ten years of marriage, I don't believe we 
had ever lied to each other, and I thought our marriage 
was strong enough to tell him the truth, a little at a 
time, if it wasn't strong enough, I thought I could 
change my ways.

Q. How long have you been seeing him?
A. About 4 weeks.

Q. Was he was well-hung?  
A. Yes, 11"

Q. Was he long lasting and had staying power?  
A. Yes. 

Q. Does he shoot big, thick loads of cum as they say?  
A. Yes. 

Q. Do you think I can compete against him as a good 
lover?    
A. Possibly.

Q. Have you fucked any of his friends?  
A. Yes, 2

Q. Do you still love me?
A. More than before. You allow me to experience others, 
when your not available.

I clicked "Send", and said to myself. "Well, we'll see 
what he has to say now." it won't be Truth or 
Consequences, it will be Truth and Consequences now.

Carla arrived at 1:00pm. I told here about David's e-
mail, while he gave me a massage, and I told her what I 
wrote in response. 

She said. "It was about time you're being truthful with 
him, you need to be more open with him about your new 
sexual activities, but feed him little bits of 
information at a time, give him time to think about it, 
and to savor it. If he asks for more information, like 
he did in his e-mail, he's a wanna-be cuckold, if he 
says, 'How could you? You're a slut! Don't you love 
me?' questions like that, then he's a reluctant or 
unwilling cuckold."

I said. "I hope he's a wanna-be cuckold, I don't think 
I could give up being blacked. I'm to much into it 
now."

"Go back to those inter-racial chat rooms, and count 
how many white guys are there who want to see their 
wives or girlfriends have sex with a well endowed black 
guy, and be cuckolded by them. Even guys who are 
unattached, seek women there, who will dominate them 
with a black guy. Many even pose as a black guys, or 
wives and say how to they would treat the husband and 
make them submissive to their dominate pleasure. There 
are plenty of sites loaded with wanna-be cuckolds. And 
cheating wife and cuckold stories are written more by 
them, than any others." She said. 

"I'll look into it." I said. "And I'll let you know 
what he say's in his e-mails, before I answer them, so 
you take help me to reply to them in the right way."

"All this cuckold talk has made me horny, are you ready 
for some gentle girl-to-girl loving?" Barbara said.

"Ok, some loving and gentle sex." I purred. This is the 
kind of sex I enjoyed also, especially with Barbara, 
whose body closely mirrored mine.

James called me Wednesday, to say he wanted to take me 
out to one of his favorite clubs for "Ladies Night" on 
Thursday. He said that I wouldn't be having any sex 
with him or anyone else, but that didn't mean that he 
didn't what me do dress like his slut. He said to wear 
a revealing halter that shows off plenty of cleavage, 
with maybe ¾'s of my breasts exposed, a skirt or dress 
no longer that mid-thigh, no panties, garter belt and 
heels, but to keep my make-up normal, that he didn't 
want me looking like a whore, just a slut for his black 
cock. He told me where I could buy what I needed, and 
that he would help for it.

I told him, I would be glad to get out.

He said he would be over at six o'clock and they would 
leave at eight.

I hadn't received a e-mail since Monday, and no phone 
call either. I began to worry that he had misgivings 
about me fucking a black guy after what I sent him on 
Monday. Maybe I told him too much, to soon? I thought.

James arrived shortly after 6:00pm Thursday, and I told 
him thanks for his help in passing the initiation for 
Queen Slut, and about what David said in his e-mail, 
and what I told him in response. Also that I had 
expected another e-mail or phone call from him by now, 
but that I heard nothing yet.

James said. "He's probably involved in a on-going 
mission, and you'll hear from him when he gets time."

"I hope he doesn't have second thoughts about seeing me 
having inter-racial sex with someone now that I made 
his fantasy a reality." I said.

"Whatever his thoughts may be, they couldn't come close 
to the fact, that his wife is now a slut for black 
cock, and he won't realize it until he sees you begging 
for big black cocks to fuck you like you've been 
accustomed since he's been gone." He said.

"Whenever someone calls me a "slut for black cock", it 
creates a tingle in my pussy, and makes me feel like 
I've crossed some kind of boundary which used to be 
taboo, but now seems so normal." I said.

"Well lets go, and I'll show you where it is more 
normal than taboo." He said.

It was a large club, of about 200 seats, and it was 
three quarters full and it was only 8:30. What got my 
attention was that their were about forty white men, 
seated at the tables with white women who I imagined 
were their wives and their black lovers. The husbands 
and wives looked like what you'd find in a average 
suburban neighborhood, with the wives being short, 
tall, slim, fat, plain and gorgeous, not unlike the 
clubs we visited a couple of weeks ago.

As we scanned the crowd, they were checking me out, 
from some of the closer tables and the couples walking 
past us. They undoubtedly knew that I was newly blacked 
wife, and my black lover had brought me here to show me 
off and to view the black-white cuckold lifestyle that 
I would be involved in. I felt self conscious about 
having so much of my boobs and nipples on display, and 
not so much about my equally short skirt which exposed 
my thighs and ass if I should bend over to much.

As we surveyed the crowd, my cell phone rang, it was 
David calling. I tugged on James' arm and told him. He 
told me to answer it, and ushered me to the rear of the 
room where the hip-hop music and noise wasn't so loud, 
and I answered it keeping the mouthpiece covered.

"Hi honey, how you doing, you staying safe for me?" I 
said.

"Yeah, the action has died down since before I got 
here. We're mainly searching for insurgent cells, that 
have been laying low and routing them out, but it's 
pretty slow going, but I called to find out more about 
what your doing." He said.

"What do you want to know?" I replied and held my 
breath.

"How do you like inter-racial sex, now that you've 
tried it?"

"I like it, I like it very much."

"How long have you been into it, when did you first try 
it?"

"I wouldn't say that I've been into it, but I met James 
a couple of weeks after you left for Iraq."

"So did Derek develop your interest in black guys?"

"Why all the questions, you said you wanted me to 
continue swinging after you were gone. You having 
second thoughts now, that I've had another black guy?" 
I said, as I tried to keep my voice at a normal level. 

"No, not at all," he said. "I just wish that I could 
have been there to witness him sliding his eleven 
inches into your white pussy, did you take it all? I 
bet the color contrast of your bodies was awesome."

"Yes, I took it all, but barely, and he didn't fuck my 
pussy... he fucked my cunt."

"Oh, are you becoming a slut now! He laughed.

"Just satisfying my body's need for sex, that's all."

"Where do you go to have sex, his place, our place?"

"At his place, our place, in our living room, our 
bedroom, our bed."

"Wow." He said. "You've been busy, he must give you so 
great sex, eh."

"Yes, he's very good." I teased.

"Are you at one of his black clubs now, I hear music 
and people in the background."

I was shocked and surprised that he could hear the 
talking and music in the background, I though my hand 
was covering the mouthpiece rather well.

"Yeah, it's ladies night, he's cheap, he's in the army 
too."

"Have fun. Send me e-mails of how you met him, the 
details of all the sex you have, etc., if I can't be 
there to watch you two having hot sex, at least let me 
read about it and get off on it through masturbation."

"You pervert," I laughed. "I hope you choke on your own 
cum."

"Ok, send some pictures and videos too, bye." 

I couldn't believe it, he actually condones my having 
inter-racial sex with James, and was encouraging me to 
continue, and to keep him update on my trysts'. 

I told James about what David said.

"Good, he wants you to become a slut for black guys. 
Tell him everything, from how we met, up to attending 
the Cuckold Club, but call it Carla's Inter-racial 
parties or Zebra Club parties. Don't mention my 
training you for, or becoming a Queen Slut yet. We've 
got to feel him out on this, to see how far he wants to 
take this. At least you don't have to worry about our 
relationship anymore, he relishes it, now lets enjoy 
ourselves.

We would sit at two tables with a black guy, the white 
wife and her cuckold husband, I would dance with James 
as he would grab my covered ass frequently and raise my 
short skirt and expose my naked ass to anyone who was 
watching us.

When he talked to the black guys and the white wives, 
he would steer the conversation towards their 
relationship. After listening to them, he would slip 
the wife a card, when the black guy wasn't looking.

When I had a chance to ask him later if he was looking 
for my replacement, now that I was a confirmed black 
cock slut and a Queen Slut?

He said. "Just scouting for possible candidates for 
Carla's Cuckold Club. They're not here every night. 
Sometimes she's getting fucked at home with cucky 
watching, sometimes they have to work, sometimes 
nothing is going on. I try to check the clubs whenever 
I can on ladies night, and weekends for possible 
candidates."

"What about that one over there, she's as attractive as 
the others in the club?" I said.

"I selected her already, she's just waiting to be voted 
in," he said.

"Ok Tonto," I said.

He laughed. He then introduced me to some of his 
friends and told me he would share me with them 
sometime.

I said. "That would be fine, but you needn't be there 
too." I purred.

"I didn't train you to be bitch, just a slut, remember 
that." He laughed.

The next day, I called Carla and told her about David's 
phone call.

"That's marvelous." She said. "He wants to be a willing 
cuckold to you and your black lovers, I'm sure of it, 
but feed him information slowly and keep it erotic 
until he tells you to go for being a Queen Slut, then 
you can put the blame on him, if he can't handle it."

"Ok, we'll see what happens," I said.

Continued in part 11...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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