I did not write it. I loved it so much, I decided to share it with the rest of you. Enjoy!!! Me and my wife Emily got married four years ago and have...enjoyed reading about cuckolded husbands, especially the ones where Black studs fuck the wives. They fueled our fantasies. For the last couple of years I had badgered her to give it a go herself to find out what makes Black guys so good. I became even more insistent when a Black youth joined the firm straight from college and became one of my. He entered without retort, and as he felt the warmth of her envelop his cockhead, he knew this was going to be a struggle. Where before they had attacked one another with the force of their minds, this was a battle of pure energy. Their entire beings were at stake here, and neither was willing to let go so easily. “I don’t need you to tell me what you are anymore,” she breathed, “I can feel you there now. Hello, cousin.” Abraham said nothing, simply stared into the inky depths of her eyes as he. Vickie fingers were running through my hair.“That was nice Tom; I haven’t felt this way since my first love in high school, Ralph being the puritan he is.”She noticed my problem.“You would like to fuck me wouldn’t you?”Again my blush answered the question. She reached over and ran her hand over my tool, looked at me inquisitively. She felt me again this time with more gusto.“How old are you?”“Fifteen.”“Fifteen, you are packing a lot for your age. Show me what you have hiding.”Standing, I. ” I waved the disk in my hand.He smiled at me. “No problem. I’ll stay here, if that’s okay?” He turned a page.“Sure! Be back soon.”As I walked past the living room, I saw that Tara had dragged out Tracey’s Dance Mat. She was on her hands and knees plugging the PlayStation in to the TV while Angie jumped up and down impatiently beside her.“Hey!” I said to the naked bum that was wiggling at me. “Mum’s taking a nap so keep the volume down, okay?”Tara looked over her shoulder at me and frowned..