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[ItsSIRtou]

By The First time I met My first cuckolded couple, I'd been swinging the “old way” through snail mail and swingers magazines for a couple of years. Even before that, I had been cheating on my wife every chance I got, at times it was to the point where if it was human, female, and willing to get fucked, I would find a discreet place to be balls deep in her wet pussy. (Or asshole if I could get it.) And I didn't care where, all it had to be was a place where I could get her legs open or her bent over, get her pants and/or her panties out of the way, her wet, hungry holes exposed, and not be disturbed by anybody or anything long enough to make her cum , and to leave a good load of my own cum in a rubber or if she was on the pill, I’d bareback her, and let her walk away with my wet load running down her legs. Since this was the pre-AIDS era - the worst anybody had to worry about was the clap and even that could be easily taken care of with a shot of drugs in your own ass or a week’s worth of pills. Let's face it, I was just a Black, hung, sexual wind-up toy, with a tightly wound up spring, ready to fuck any woman I could find needing some hard cock.

Of course, I had a couple pieces of steady pussy I'd discreetly fuck on a regular basis on the side, along with wearing out the wife a couple times a day, which is why after a number of years of getting pounded on every day to the point of being sore constantly, my wife agreed to let me go swinging for what she thought would give her at least a couple days a month break from my sexual appetite. Boy was she wrong… I loved everything about her Blond, DD titted, bubble butt body most of all!!

Once a month I would go hop a city bus and head downtown and cruise the local porn shops of which there were many at the time. You wouldn't know it to look at this downtown now but there used to be sometimes two or three porn shops on a block, and they were rarely without horny customers and the tax revenue that came from them. Now, many of the ritzy shops that the City Council replaced them with, are now empty with ”retail space available” signs on them. I stopped in my favorite place, “The World of Sex” and as usual, walked around a bit seeing if there was any new toys, new VHS videos I hadn't seen in the 25peep show booths, and lastly wound up at my destination, the magazine racks - the swingers section. The swingers magazines of the day all worked the same way, - to answer an ad, you placed your letter to them in a SASE with just their ad number “send to” area, place those envelope(s) in a bigger #10 envelope with a loose stamp for each one, add whatever the fee was for each letter in cash, and mail it to the magazines address. And the magazine would make sure your letter got to the person in the ad, - the whole process from you to them usually took about a week. My ad got me responses for threesomes where the wife was a BBW because that's the kind of woman that always turned me on the most. I always found BBW's to have some of the hottest, wettest, fuckable holes surrounded by soft warm flesh that just loves to be pounded on as long as you can keep it up, nice full tits that just love to be handled, and for a tall guy like me with long arms, luscious bodies that love to cuddle before and after a good sweaty fucking. I learned real quick white married BBW's from rural areas especially, really like the hung Black Man that gives it to them like they want it.
One day I got a letter from a couple that lived in southwestern Minnesota. After a couple of letters and a couple of lengthy and steamy phone calls, the last of which was a extra spicy conversation between just her and I, we agreed to meet at a local Twin Cities motel where they would be staying for the weekend. I was to meet her in the motels cocktail lounge, relax a moment or two, and we would go to their room from there. She had given me an exact description of what she would be wearing so I knew what to expect to see when I walked in the lounge’s door on a warm summer Friday evening.

Even if the bar had been full of people, she would've stood out from anyone else in the room, she was a Raven Black, big-haired white big beautiful woman, of average height, her four-inch high heels was matching her flowing ankle length black dress that didn't allow you to even remotely ignore the cleavage of her lovely double D tits, or the hint of her large areola and pencil eraser hard nipples. And if I could see all that from across the room, you can just imagine what they were seeing standing next to her. Add a Black feather boa that was twice as long as she was tall, and you would have a stunner of a lady on your arm, no matter where she would be. But it just so happens that the bar was dimly lit & empty other than the bartender looking like he's in his mid-50s, my hot piece of ass, and five well-dressed white men she was holding court with, all vying for her attention. I stayed out of their field of view for a few moments and watched her skillfully tease and pit the men against each other to where it was easy to see that she could've gotten anything she wanted from any of them with just a wink of her eye. As it was, there were more drinks on the bar that they'd bought for her than she ever could have drank in an evening and still be walking. So this is the spectacle I walked into and as I got close enough to the bar for her to see me, she stopped in midsentence with her current hopeful suitor, smiled, and held out her hand to me, “Ah!, SIR, you made it. I am so happy to see you! Come sit with me right here.” And with one deft move, had me where all of those Romeos had been stabbing each other in the back for all evening, – standing but snuggled up next to her with her tits pressing against my chest and with her hand behind me blatantly rubbing & squeezing my ass without shame. After taking a sip of the freshest drink they’d bought for her on the bar, she looked at me with a wicked gleam in her eye, and said “well boys, you were all very nice, but this hung Black stud of a real man, is going to be fucking the shit out of me in a few minutes, and I know he's being a polite gentleman right now, but I am not going to make him wait any longer to take what’s really all his.” She now had six surprised white faces looking at her because now she even had the bartender's full attention.
Now by this time, I had figured out how she had wanted to leave these ”boys” in her wake, - with blue balls, and lighter wallets , and mud on their faces, since she had, as I was to find out later, had made them all pay for her 4-course dinner as well as their own, and the same for the before & after dinner drinks at the bar. The looks on their faces was well beyond priceless as they realized that none of them had what she really wanted...

A Big Black Cock.

And no amount of flash, smooth talk, or money wrapped up in a suit, was going to make up for it. I decided to add a little insult to their injuries.
I held out my hand to her and helped her off her barstool, and as she slid down to the floor to her mild surprise, I pulled her to me, grabbed a handful of her hair with my other hand, tilted her head back looked into her eyes and before she could react I mashed my lips on hers, driving my tongue as far down her open mouth as I could. Her response was immediate, she just melted into my arms and returned my hard tongue kiss with one of her own, pressing her ample chest on mine. When I moved my free hand to grope her huge tits, I could feel her rock hard nipples through the thin fabrics of her dress ad bra. It was then I knew I really did have her all to myself and that I could do anything I wanted with her. She was now MY total Black Cock slut wanting My good hard Black Cock. And And I was going to make sure to give her every inch of Me.
After a moment, I pulled her face away from mine, and with my hand still full of her hair, looked into her smoldering eyes and said, “all right let's go slut, I see My cunt needs filling, and it's time I get to fucking it.” That's when out of the corner of my eyes, I saw five white boys plus now the bartender’s jaws drop the rest of the way to the floor. The once wicked gleam on her face was now replaced by a look of total submission and surrender. This was totally awesome! In the less than 5 minutes I was at the bar, I now had complete and total control of the room and everyone in it. I used my handful of her hair to turn her face toward them and I said to her loud enough for them to hear, ”say good night BOYS, You have to go,….And make your MAN happy ….. Right fucking now.” But before she could get the word “boys“ completely out of her mouth, I spun her around, and as I let go of her hair, I slapped her on her nice wide ass hard enough to aim her high-heeled self toward the barroom door… As I turned to go, I found a bar mirror to look at so I could watch the looks on their faces so that as W/we walked out the door with my hand on her bare ass through the slit of her dress that I let them see that she wasn't even wearing nylons or thigh-high stockings, never mind panties, or even a skimpy thong. I wish I'd had a camera to record the look of complete and utter defeat on her former suitor’s faces as they got a peek at the fine fat ass they were NOT going to get that night. I would've liked to of been a fly on the wall to hear what they have to say to each other after I had breezed in and just took their prize pussy after all they’d done & money they'd spent.
I knew Her room was only three doors down from the bar entrance, so as a distraction, I didn't take my hand from under her dress and off her smooth fat ass with my middle finger teasing her ass hole until we reached their room. I let her use the key card to unlock and open the door and enter the room.

(see part 2 )

[orpheum69]

Originally Posted by ItsSIRtou

By The First time I met My first cuckolded couple, I'd been swinging the “old way” through snail mail and swingers magazines for a couple of years. Even before that, I had been cheating on my wife every chance I got, at times it was to the point where if it was human, female, and willing to get fucked, I would find a discreet place to be balls deep in her wet pussy. (Or asshole if I could get it.) And I didn't care where, all it had to be was a place where I could get her legs open or her bent over, get her pants and/or her panties out of the way, her wet, hungry holes exposed, and not be disturbed by anybody or anything long enough to make her cum , and to leave a good load of my own cum in a rubber or if she was on the pill, I’d bareback her, and let her walk away with my wet load running down her legs. Since this was the pre-AIDS era - the worst anybody had to worry about was the clap and even that could be easily taken care of with a shot of drugs in your own ass or a week’s worth of pills. Let's face it, I was just a Black, hung, sexual wind-up toy, with a tightly wound up spring, ready to fuck any woman I could find needing some hard cock.

Of course, I had a couple pieces of steady pussy I'd discreetly fuck on a regular basis on the side, along with wearing out the wife a couple times a day, which is why after a number of years of getting pounded on every day to the point of being sore constantly, my wife agreed to let me go swinging for what she thought would give her at least a couple days a month break from my sexual appetite. Boy was she wrong… I loved everything about her Blond, DD titted, bubble butt body most of all!!

Once a month I would go hop a city bus and head downtown and cruise the local porn shops of which there were many at the time. You wouldn't know it to look at this downtown now but there used to be sometimes two or three porn shops on a block, and they were rarely without horny customers and the tax revenue that came from them. Now, many of the ritzy shops that the City Council replaced them with, are now empty with ”retail space available” signs on them. I stopped in my favorite place, “The World of Sex” and as usual, walked around a bit seeing if there was any new toys, new VHS videos I hadn't seen in the 25peep show booths, and lastly wound up at my destination, the magazine racks - the swingers section. The swingers magazines of the day all worked the same way, - to answer an ad, you placed your letter to them in a SASE with just their ad number “send to” area, place those envelope(s) in a bigger #10 envelope with a loose stamp for each one, add whatever the fee was for each letter in cash, and mail it to the magazines address. And the magazine would make sure your letter got to the person in the ad, - the whole process from you to them usually took about a week. My ad got me responses for threesomes where the wife was a BBW because that's the kind of woman that always turned me on the most. I always found BBW's to have some of the hottest, wettest, fuckable holes surrounded by soft warm flesh that just loves to be pounded on as long as you can keep it up, nice full tits that just love to be handled, and for a tall guy like me with long arms, luscious bodies that love to cuddle before and after a good sweaty fucking. I learned real quick white married BBW's from rural areas especially, really like the hung Black Man that gives it to them like they want it.
One day I got a letter from a couple that lived in southwestern Minnesota. After a couple of letters and a couple of lengthy and steamy phone calls, the last of which was a extra spicy conversation between just her and I, we agreed to meet at a local Twin Cities motel where they would be staying for the weekend. I was to meet her in the motels cocktail lounge, relax a moment or two, and we would go to their room from there. She had given me an exact description of what she would be wearing so I knew what to expect to see when I walked in the lounge’s door on a warm summer Friday evening.

Even if the bar had been full of people, she would've stood out from anyone else in the room, she was a Raven Black, big-haired white big beautiful woman, of average height, her four-inch high heels was matching her flowing ankle length black dress that didn't allow you to even remotely ignore the cleavage of her lovely double D tits, or the hint of her large areola and pencil eraser hard nipples. And if I could see all that from across the room, you can just imagine what they were seeing standing next to her. Add a Black feather boa that was twice as long as she was tall, and you would have a stunner of a lady on your arm, no matter where she would be. But it just so happens that the bar was dimly lit & empty other than the bartender looking like he's in his mid-50s, my hot piece of ass, and five well-dressed white men she was holding court with, all vying for her attention. I stayed out of their field of view for a few moments and watched her skillfully tease and pit the men against each other to where it was easy to see that she could've gotten anything she wanted from any of them with just a wink of her eye. As it was, there were more drinks on the bar that they'd bought for her than she ever could have drank in an evening and still be walking. So this is the spectacle I walked into and as I got close enough to the bar for her to see me, she stopped in midsentence with her current hopeful suitor, smiled, and held out her hand to me, “Ah!, SIR, you made it. I am so happy to see you! Come sit with me right here.” And with one deft move, had me where all of those Romeos had been stabbing each other in the back for all evening, – standing but snuggled up next to her with her tits pressing against my chest and with her hand behind me blatantly rubbing & squeezing my ass without shame. After taking a sip of the freshest drink they’d bought for her on the bar, she looked at me with a wicked gleam in her eye, and said “well boys, you were all very nice, but this hung Black stud of a real man, is going to be fucking the shit out of me in a few minutes, and I know he's being a polite gentleman right now, but I am not going to make him wait any longer to take what’s really all his.” She now had six surprised white faces looking at her because now she even had the bartender's full attention.
Now by this time, I had figured out how she had wanted to leave these ”boys” in her wake, - with blue balls, and lighter wallets , and mud on their faces, since she had, as I was to find out later, had made them all pay for her 4-course dinner as well as their own, and the same for the before & after dinner drinks at the bar. The looks on their faces was well beyond priceless as they realized that none of them had what she really wanted...

A Big Black Cock.

And no amount of flash, smooth talk, or money wrapped up in a suit, was going to make up for it. I decided to add a little insult to their injuries.
I held out my hand to her and helped her off her barstool, and as she slid down to the floor to her mild surprise, I pulled her to me, grabbed a handful of her hair with my other hand, tilted her head back looked into her eyes and before she could react I mashed my lips on hers, driving my tongue as far down her open mouth as I could. Her response was immediate, she just melted into my arms and returned my hard tongue kiss with one of her own, pressing her ample chest on mine. When I moved my free hand to grope her huge tits, I could feel her rock hard nipples through the thin fabrics of her dress ad bra. It was then I knew I really did have her all to myself and that I could do anything I wanted with her. She was now MY total Black Cock slut wanting My good hard Black Cock. And And I was going to make sure to give her every inch of Me.
After a moment, I pulled her face away from mine, and with my hand still full of her hair, looked into her smoldering eyes and said, “all right let's go slut, I see My cunt needs filling, and it's time I get to fucking it.” That's when out of the corner of my eyes, I saw five white boys plus now the bartender’s jaws drop the rest of the way to the floor. The once wicked gleam on her face was now replaced by a look of total submission and surrender. This was totally awesome! In the less than 5 minutes I was at the bar, I now had complete and total control of the room and everyone in it. I used my handful of her hair to turn her face toward them and I said to her loud enough for them to hear, ”say good night BOYS, You have to go,….And make your MAN happy ….. Right fucking now.” But before she could get the word “boys“ completely out of her mouth, I spun her around, and as I let go of her hair, I slapped her on her nice wide ass hard enough to aim her high-heeled self toward the barroom door… As I turned to go, I found a bar mirror to look at so I could watch the looks on their faces so that as W/we walked out the door with my hand on her bare ass through the slit of her dress that I let them see that she wasn't even wearing nylons or thigh-high stockings, never mind panties, or even a skimpy thong. I wish I'd had a camera to record the look of complete and utter defeat on her former suitor’s faces as they got a peek at the fine fat ass they were NOT going to get that night. I would've liked to of been a fly on the wall to hear what they have to say to each other after I had breezed in and just took their prize pussy after all they’d done & money they'd spent.
I knew Her room was only three doors down from the bar entrance, so as a distraction, I didn't take my hand from under her dress and off her smooth fat ass with my middle finger teasing her ass hole until we reached their room. I let her use the key card to unlock and open the door and enter the room.

(see part 2 )

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