Stories by WimpHub
WimpHub Story: What Blacks Around Cums Around
My name is Bob. I am a typical white-collar businessman, living in a typical white suburban neighbourhood. I am 36, 5'4" tall, slightly built and balding. My wife Lisa, who I love dearly, is a very classy 5'9" version of Shannon Tweed, with silky blonde hair and blue eyes. At 32, she is four years my junior.
Our marriage had been good, and we got on really well, although it was not very exciting, at least for Lisa. You see I often have trouble maintaining an erection, and added to that my dick is very small. I have always hated to admit it, but I don't think I have ever made Lisa cum in the ten years we have been married. Being of a passive, almost submissive nature, like myself, Lisa had always seemed content to accept the situation.
Although I have always found my wife very hot, with her large, firm breasts and long, beautifully shaped legs, I found myself addicted to pornography in a big way. I especially enjoyed interracial action. I was obsessed by the idea of white women being brutally fucked by hugely endowed black men. I never entertained the idea of my Lisa being fucked by blacks; I was far too possessive and jealous for that. The very idea of Lisa with another man sent an uncomfortable chill through me. Anyway, for some time, I had built up a collection of interracial mags and videos showing willing white women being soundly fucked by black studs. I kept them all in a box in the attic, because I knew Lisa would not go up there, saying it was dark and disgusting up there.
One night, I returned home after working late. As I entered the lounge, Lisa was staring at me, looking angrier than I have ever seen her. Before I can say a word, she opens her mouth to speak.
"I went up to the attic to find a photo album," she began, and before I could react she threw a pile of my mags at me.
"What the fuck is this?" she screamed at me. "Is this why I never get any decent sex, because you are beating off your tiny little limp dick watching black men fucking white women? You inadequate little pervert, you make me sick! What do you think about when you look at these, do you imagine me with a black cock stuffed in my cunt?"
"No, of course not," I assured her. "I couldn't bear the thought of that happening, it would destroy me."
"Well I don't want you anywhere near me tonight you deviant, you can sleep down here on the couch. Frankly I can't bear to look at you."
I was devastated by her insults, and her reaction to my little secret. I spent a sleepless night on the couch, wondering how I could repair the damage. When I awoke the next morning, I heard Lisa moving about in the kitchen, and went in to try to make my peace.
"Get away from me," she said coldly. "I don't want to know you right now. Also, I can't fix you any breakfast today, the sink is broken."
I went over to look at it, saying I would fix it. She pushed me away roughly.
"You couldn't fix anything limp dick," she spat. "Especially the urgent itch in my pussy. You are totally fucking useless. I will get a plumber to look at the sink." I had never seen her so cold or so angry. I slunk off to work with my tail between my legs.
As I pulled into the driveway that evening, I noticed a plumber's van outside, with the sign "Black Pipe Plumbing" on the side. I thought no more about it, and entered the house. I went straight to the kitchen, expecting Lisa to be in there preparing dinner. She was nowhere to be seen, but on the floor were a couple of tool belts, and a pair of dirty work jeans. The sink had been half worked on, and a pair of Lisa's black lace panties was hanging on the faucet. Anxious to find my wife, I moved towards the staircase, and saw her short red skirt on the floor. It had been ripped and just dropped there, alongside another pair of work jeans. I rushed upstairs to the bedroom, and froze at the sight before me.
In the middle of the room knelt my naked wife. On either side of her were two equally naked huge black men who I guessed were in their mid twenties. Lisa had a long, thick black cock in each hand, and was greedily sucking on each one alternately, like a cheap whore. Throughout our marriage she had resolutely refused to suck on my little cock, saying it was disgusting, and now she was performing this intimate act on two men she had only just met. The men, who I later found out were called Tyrone and Jamal, were talking to her.
"Suck those superior black cocks bitch," Tyrone ordered. "Show respect to that huge black meat, and maybe, just maybe we will stretch that tight white whore's cunt with them, and give you the fucking of your life!"
"Yes sir," my wife replied meekly, sucking with even greater enthusiasm at the thought of having those two monsters inside her. She was whimpering now, and obviously highly aroused.
Having caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye, standing there silently like a fool, she stopped sucking the cocks to say casually:
"I thought you would be home about now, you are just in time."
"You stay right where you are whitey," growled Jamal. "It's time for your wife to get fucked, and become a slut for black cock, a black man's whore. Right bitch?"
"Yes master," my wife said softly, looking straight into his eyes.
My wife was thrown on to the bed, and then Jamal took her ankles and spread her legs wide. He got up on the bed, and knelt between them.
"You ready for this bitch?" he asked her.
"I think it is too big sir," she said in a feeble voice. Both men laughed.
"Don't worry baby," he continued. "You will take it all, and you will love it. When I have finished, you will be begging Tyrone to fill you again with his cock!"
With that, he placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy and rammed in up to the hilt in one movement. Lisa cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure as Jamal kept still, deeply embedded in her. I felt sick with jealousy, and I felt tears welling up as I saw another man's cock in the pussy that had been mine alone for the last ten years.
"How does it feel?" asked Jamal, after Lisa had settled down.
"Oh sir, it feels so fucking good!" she exclaimed. "I can feel you deep inside me, and it feels as though you are going to split me in two!"
Jamal began to slide slowly in and out of my willing wife's sopping cunt, and she began to gasp and whimper at the sheer pleasure his cock was giving her. Gradually, he started to speed up, and my wife's cries got louder.
"Tell your wimp husband how it feels," Jamal ordered Lisa.
"Oh Bob, it is wonderful," she said, looking straight into my eyes. "For the first time in ten years, I have got a real man between my legs, fucking me the way I need to be fucked. Jamal, master, please fuck me hard, make me cum in front of my wimp husband, show him how a real man fulfils a woman's needs!"
Jamal now started to fuck Lisa hard and fast, all the time calling her a white whore, bitch, cocksucker and cunt. She responded by calling him a big black fucker, and begging him never to stop. In spite of my jealousy and humiliation, I felt my cock was harder than it had ever been. Without thinking, I pulled it out and began jerking off.
"Look at him Tyrone," Lisa cried contemptuously. "He is beating his meat at the sight of his wife being fucked by another man. What a pathetic piece of shit!" They all laughed at me uproariously, and my face reddened with the humiliation.
As soon as Jamal had emptied his load into my wife, Tyrone grabbed her and put her on her hands and knees. She cried with joy again as he rammed into her, and began fucking her doggy style. Over the next forty minutes, he fucked her in every position you could imagine, while she kept up her loud cries, swearing and pleas for it never to end. By the time he had finished, they had fucked Lisa for over an hour and a half between them. I had cum twice, and I lost count of the number of orgasms they gave my wife.
After they had all caught their breath, Jamal ordered me to sleep on the couch downstairs, as Lisa was to take a lot more cock before morning.
"Yes off you go little dick," Lisa taunted me. "I hope the noise I will be making doesn't keep you awake!" Their laughter followed me, as I went downstairs feeling wretched. I hadn't even made a small protest as these men took my wife any way they wanted. The noise did keep me awake for a long time, but eventually I must have dropped off.
I was awakened next morning by noises from the kitchen. When I went in, Lisa was cooking breakfast for her new lovers, dressed only in her short, black night-dress. She kissed them both warmly as she put their plates in front of them. She noticed me, and came over with a contemptuous smirk on her face.
"It must have been your dream come true last night," she grinned. "Seeing your wife's white arms and legs wrapped around those muscular black bodies, her cunt filled to the brim with thick black meat." Jamal and Tyrone just laughed while I looked miserable.
"Oh dear," mocked Lisa. "It looks as though the reality of seeing me being fucked by my new black masters did not match up to his fantasies. Did it hurt baby, watching me being fucked properly for the first time?" " I hung my head as she laughed at me.
"Look," I said eventually. "You have had your revenge for my mags and videos, can we stop this now please?"
"Oh no," interrupted Jamal, as he stood up and slapped me across the side of my face with the back of his hand, sending me off balance. "It has only just started. Your wife belongs to us now; she is going to be a slut exclusively for black cock. You do not touch her again ever, understand?" Before I could speak, Lisa cut in.
"Hit him again Jamal," she encouraged him. "Show him you mean it, make sure he knows he will never be allowed to fuck me again!"
This time, Jamal turned and punched me square in the stomach, knocking all the wind out of me and sending me to my knees.
"Wonderful!" Lisa squealed. "It is so good to have a strong man in this house for a change."
"On your knees bitch," Jamal growled in response.
Lisa obediently dropped to her knees immediately, and reached for Jamal's fly. Lovingly, she took out his cock, stroked it to erection and began sucking him.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth this time bitch," he told her. "OK?"
Lisa nodded her head wildly, as she sucked him harder. After about twenty minutes, Jamal groaned as he came, and I could hear my wife swallowing quickly to make sure she caught all of his cum. After cleaning his cock she stood up and wiped her mouth. I announced that I had to go to work. Lisa walked towards me seductively.
Putting her arms around my neck, she kissed me forcing her tongue into my mouth. After a couple of minutes, she broke off, and whispered in my ear.
"Can you taste his cock?" she taunted. "Can you taste the cock that just emptied a load of cum into your unfaithful wife's mouth?" The men giggled as my face reddened, and Lisa rubbed her hand on my crotch, detecting the small lump.
"What's this?" she smiled, as she undid my fly and released my cock. "Have I given you a hard on with my dirty talk? You would love to take me upstairs and fuck me now wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I replied, a lump in my throat.
"Well sorry," she teased. "As the boys told you, I am only taking black cock between my legs in future. But I tell you what, my pussy is awfully sticky from last night, perhaps you could get down and clean it up for me." She pressed on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees and lifting her night-dress.
I looked closely at her pussy, which was red raw and her pubic hair covered in dried cum. I had never licked her pussy before; having agreed that oral sex was dirty. Now I was going to have to lick it when full of other men's cum. She pulled my face close, and ordered me to start. She kept me there for fifteen minutes licking up all the cum I could.
"You had better get very good at licking me if you want me to stay," she warned. "Because I am going to need decent orgasms from your tongue when my lovers aren't around."
Having done my duty, I stood up, my cock still poking out from my trousers. Lisa pushed it roughly back inside.
"Go to work," she said. "And while you are there, just imagine what the three of us will be doing while you are away!" She laughed as she pushed me out of the front door.
"By the way," Tyrone called after me. "When we are not around, you do everything your wife tells you, or you will have us to answer to!"
When I returned home that evening, the van was gone. I went straight to the kitchen where Lisa was preparing dinner. She was dressed in her short, white towelling robe, which I had always told her I found really sexy.
"They finished the sink," she told me as I walked in. "They finished me off too!"
She opened her robe to reveal her beautiful tits covered in love bites. I looked down to see her well used pussy and more love bites on the insides of her thighs. She laughed as she saw the look of misery on my face.
After dinner, we sat down and I tried to talk to my wife.
"Surely you don't mean that you won't have sex with me again," I pleaded.
"Oh yes I do," she replied emphatically. "Your soft little dick is no good to me now, not that it ever was any good. From now only Jamal or Tyrone will fuck me, as well as any of their black friends they may wish to bring along. I have given them both keys to the house, by the way, so that they can come and fuck me any time they want. I get the feeling we will be seeing them most days."
"What am I supposed to do?" I whined. "Find another woman?"
"Oh no," she told me. "If you do that I will divorce you immediately, and take you for every penny. In future, you get all your relief from your right hand!"
When we went upstairs to bed, Lisa told me that we would both be sleeping naked in future. We got into bed, and Lisa turned to me. Putting her arms round my neck, she pushed her body against me.
"Does my pussy feel good against your cock?" she teased. "Come on baby, get a hard on for wifey!"
With all that had happened recently, I had no problem getting an immediate erection. Lisa took great delight in cock teasing me, making me suck on her breasts and kiss the insides of her thighs, before beginning work on her pussy. Due to my inexperience, I had to spend over an hour between her legs, before she got the orgasm she had demanded. Eventually, I came up, my jaw aching and my face covered with her juices. I also had a throbbing erection.
"Please Lisa," I begged. "Can you give me some relief?"
"Go to the bathroom if you need relief," she replied cruelly. "Pull yourself off, and dribble your weedy cum into the toilet."
Disconsolately, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
"Just imagine my mouth filled with Jamal's cock," she called after me. "That should bring you off quickly!" She laughed uncontrollably as I went to get my much needed relief.
Lisa was absolutely right, Jamal and Tyrone were at our house practically every day to fuck my wife. On some occasions they would bring two or three of their black friends, and gang fuck my wife all night, much to her pleasure and delight. Every time a new friend came along, my wife would make me ask him to fuck my wife, as I was unable to satisfy her. Every morning after these sessions, Lisa would have great fun parading the evidence of her debauchery in front of me, and telling me how happy and satisfied she was.
The final humiliation came not long afterwards. One Friday evening, Lisa came downstairs dressed like a slut, and announced she was spending the weekend with Jamal, Tyrone and three of their friends. She said they were going to give her a present, so she had decided to give me one. She handed me a box covered in wrapping paper, and told me to open it after she had left.
I left it a while after she drove off, and then opened the package. It was her diaphragm. Obviously the present her boyfriends hoped to give her was a baby!
Lisa returned late on Sunday evening looking very tired but happy.
"With all the cum I have taken this weekend, I have a feeling I am pregnant," she announced excitedly. "I do hope so!"
I knew that if this were the case, the whole world would know that I was being cuckolded by black studs. Our families and friends would all be laughing behind my back.
Sure enough, Lisa missed her next period and the doctor confirmed she was pregnant. Lisa took full advantage, and as well as cock teasing me all the time, she would remind me daily that another man had put a baby in my wife's belly. Her sexual activity did not stop either. Right up to the ninth month, I would find her on her hands and knees, belly touching the floor, while one of the five men who joined in the conception fucked her roughly from behind.
Finally she went into labour while I was at work. By the time I got to the hospital, she had given birth, and when I saw her she was holding a little brown baby girl.
"Meet our new daughter Ayesha," she smiled as I approached her bed, "She will be good company for you, while I am being gang fucked in the marital bed."
And that is how it has been. Lisa has had four children now, using the same five men. We don't know for sure who is the father of any of them. I spend most of my evenings looking after them all, while Lisa gorges on as many black cocks as she can get her hands on.
My interracial fantasy has now lost its appeal somehow.