Excerpt from my newest story; "My Name Is Colin The Cuck"

[KyleArmstrong]

After a lot of mulling over, soul searching and a relatively horrible experience, I’ve come to the realization that I’m a cuckold.

My beautiful wife Britney and I have been married for over two decades now, and from the get go, our sex life has been average at best. Scrap that, it’s pretty terrible. In the sense of full disclosure, it's entirely down to me.

Long story short I’m a little on the smaller side, downstairs I mean. I’m not talking micro penis region, but fully erect and pumped up I’m exactly 2.9 inches. It's a horrible affliction I wouldn't wish on anyone.

I’m sure you all remember your first discoveries of the pornographic world. Can you ever remember seeing a guy with a 2.9-inch penis? No? Me neither. And believe me, I looked pretty hard. I’m 36 now, and pretty much since puberty I’ve had this deep sense of inadequacy and worthlessness that I just can't shake. It’s horrible and demeaning and feels like a massive ball and chain that I have to drag everywhere. Every time I shower or need to take a leak and I have to look down, it hits me like a tonne of bricks.

In my early twenties, I was engaged to my first love, Britney. Man, when I tell you she was ten, I mean she was a ten. Long blonde hair and body that would make a guy cum in his pants on sight. I had no business landing a girl like that, and unfortunately, I guess she realised that too. A few months after she left me I called to ask her why I just had to know. She confessed that whenever we made love she would imagine getting ploughed by a guy with a monster veiny cock.

As she laid bare these horrible truths, I remembered that she would always spread her legs as far as she could scream for me to go deeper and ******* me as deeply into her as I could go, even if her aggressive handling of me hurt. This confession cut me like a knife. But I myself have long fantasised about guys with huge, veiny rods violating every hole on her body as I worked her with my pathetic little pea shooter. We were both lying to each other, I guess...

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[Andynmichelle]

If this is genuine I'm pretty sure that you've mastered the female orgasm with your tongue and fingers. Sure most men here enjoy the thought of a big black man fucking there wives but when it's just the two of you there's other ways to pleasure your woman

 

[KyleArmstrong]

If this is genuine I'm pretty sure that you've mastered the female orgasm with your tongue and fingers. Sure most men here enjoy the thought of a big black man fucking there wives but when it's just the two of you there's other ways to pleasure your woman

Haha, I'd love it to be true but it's a work of fiction. I wrote it and it's available on Amazon at the link underneath the story.

 

[KyleArmstrong]

Excerpt from my friends story; "Mix up At The Motel"


"Sorry sir, is this seat reserved?"

Benny turned to see a gorgeous redhead stood beside him. She waved at the seat next to hers, a beautiful smile on her face with just a hint of mischief.

Enchanted by her hotness, Benny had to snap himself out of his haze to reply.

"N-Nope, it’s all yours," he said finally, flabbergasted that this model-tier chick would want to be sat anywhere near him. There were dozens of available seats in the bar they were at, yet here she was, in touching distance of him.

"I'm Maja," she said, a slightly Swedish accent to her voice.

"I'm Benny," he replied. They shook hands and Maja beckoned to the barkeep.

"Vodka and coke, single" she requested, before turning to Benny, "What about you?"

"Peroni," he replied, "but I'm okay for now."

She leaned closer to Benny. "I must insist."

Benny sighed and then smiled in resignation. "Peroni, please."

"So," Maja began, as the barkeep busied himself about readying their beverages, "This Motel has a bar, and its not too bad, isn’t it ?"

"Okay, are you selling something?" he asked. "Is this part of some Vegas style scam?"

Maja was taken aback by the bluntness of Benny’s assumption and her face showed it. Benny could not help but feel a little guilty for putting her nose out of joint.

"Ignore that," he said in apology, "It's just that I don’t usually get Victoria Secret’s model types approaching me out of the blue. You just caught me a little by surprise."

A grin spread across her face and she turned a light shade of pink at his complimentary words. "Well maybe Benny, maybe I think you're handsome."

A laugh escaped Benny. "Maybe you should’ve gone to the optometrist instead."

"Oh stop it with the false humbleness," she reprimanded, leaning back to get a full look at him.

As she gave him the fake inspection, he took advantage and gave her the real thing. Maja was wearing a cream low cut blouse, a pencil skirt and stilettos, she had curves in all the right places. Her arms were svelte and toned and legs well-muscled, covered in nylons, but the ass and hips filled the skirt to its maximum, leaving not an inch of material wasted. Her tits were full and round, pressing so tightly against the blouse to the point that Benny could just see the hint of nipple through both the bra and top. Facially this girl was stunning, with dark green eyes and elf like features. Her curly blonde hair down past her neck and, scattered in a beautifully unorganized sort of way.

"I see," she started, her thumb under her chin and index stroking the side of her mouth, "a slight how you say, gut, hair falling out just a little. But you’ve got a true face. I give you a solid seven from ten. But I’m not a looks only kind of girl."

"That’s good to hear," Benny replied. After what seemed like two seconds, the barkeep brought them their drinks, Maja leaving a nice tip, and then she sipped on her Vodka and coke, keeping her eyes firmly locked on Benny.

"I forgot to ask," Maja began again, "what brings you here tonight?"

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[KyleArmstrong]

Excerpt from my newest story; "Our African Oddessy"

"Welcome, you must be the Anderson’s?" said the well dressed, athletically built black man to the young white couple entering the African restaurant; identifying Sammi Anderson who had a little black dress on with a sterling silver bracelet, as she was ordered to do by the associations admission officer who arranged this dinner meeting.

"You look absolutely stunning this evening, Sammi," the black stranger remarked, taking in the beauty of the gorgeous redhead. With the body of a model at almost six feet in her heels, she was blessed with a set of tits and ass that deserved to be on the cover of Sports Illustrated. Her fiery red hair glossy and flowing down behind her back, she was a dime piece.

"I cant express my delight that both of you made it over," the black man continued, giving Sammi a kiss on the cheeks and her husband a firm handshake. "You must be Ricky, you hit the jackpot didn’t you.” causing Sammi to flush from the compliment.

“Indeed i did, she sure does clean up very well indeed. Thanks for the kind words, Mr..? Ricky asked."

"I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself, my name is Benedict Adewale, I've been appointed as your port of call during the transference procedure. I've taken the liberty to arrange for a private corner booth so we can discuss the steps which need to be taken to enrich your marriage. Would you both please follow me."

Arriving at the candle lit, secluded table, Ted gave each of them his business card which read: Benedict Adewale, Senior Administrator of BBBFA, Specialists in BBC Self-affirmed replacement. Explaining that BBBFA stood for Big Black Balls For All, and that Big Black Cock Self-affirmed replacement was the recognition, by both man and wife, that superior white female orgasms could only be attained through deep penetration from the black penis, and black penis alone. Once the replacement ceremony had been performed, the need for big black cock would be Sammi’s only, overwhelming sexual desire

"I've never heard the term Self-affirmed replacement before, could you give me a run through Mr Adewale" Ricky inquired.

"Most definitely, Mr Anderson. It's a psychosomatic term, describing a phenomenon where, through a sophisticated process, the minds desires are made tangible and pointed from one direction onto another. Self-affirmed replacement can be described when individuals treat others according to a romanticized version of what they are anticipated to be rather than who they truly are. Stereotypes usually form in this manner. For instance, Nomadic hunters in them African bush are expected to courageous, while a high class ******* is expected to be sexually desirable at all times After undergoing self-affirmed replacement your reaction to a large, pulsating black penis will resemble that of a Saharan lion at the sight of a deer. You will know in your hearts that the black penis is essential in delivering Sammi to climax, and you will both have nearly overwhelming hunger for it."

Sammi and Ricky looked to each other, they eyes glistening as they mouthed “wow” to each other.

"Indeed, it is a wonderful procedure. But before we delve into exact details of the process, I'd love for you to explain what led to you being here with me on this night." Benedict asked in a clear, but gentle tone.

"Ricky, whom is the love of my life, and I have been married for sixteen years and over the past seven we both have come to recognize our marriage is lacking, sexually. I constantly find him aggressively masturbating over interracial porn, telling me he so wished the women being penetrated by the huge black penises in the videos were me. A couple of years back, I started using a large black dildo to achieve orgasms, my desires secretly matched with his own fantasies."

"I understand," Ted said, "And, if you don’t mind me asking, are the climaxes you receive from the black instrument more intense by the ones Ricky's own penis provides?"

"Considerably," Sammi confessed. “You see, Ricky wasn’t blessed with great size, or even decent girth. He usually has to use a large cock ring to get me off.”

Ted turned his gaze to Ricky.

"Mr Anderson, does it bother you that your wife attains far more pleasure from a black dildo than your pathetic pea shooter?"

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[KyleArmstrong]

Excerpt from my new story: Why Does My Wife Love Black Guys?

My wife Sansa was in the bathroom doing her makeup or something, so when her phone vibrated in alert of a new message, I couldn’t help resist taking a peek. Bad idea. I composed myself and put it back where it was.

"Babe," I called. "You just got a message."

She damn near leaped out of the bathroom, makeup half done, staring from me and to the phone. She couldn’t make it any more obvious. She grabbed the phone, but she was already calm by that moment, maybe she really believed I hadn’t seen what was received. Anyhow, I was silently pissed, keeping my internal rage to a simmering boil. I really wanted to cry like a little bitch, but that simply confirm her apparent disregard for me.

"Ha, it's Cynthia from work. She’s such a goofball." She smiled at me. "Everything alright, hon?"

I ****** a smile and nodded.

I weaseled out of the room a quickly after, feeling destroyed and betrayed. The image of a huge big black veiny cock with massive hairy balls burned into my cortex.

What sickened me the most though, was that my cock was hard as cold steel.

This isn’t how a man should be. I should be a raging bull. I should be confronting my cheating whore of a wife. I should be demanding the address of the owner of that big.. thick.. black, delicious looking… Jesus what’s wrong with me. I spent that day in agony, my mind a cesspit of confusion and depravity. I didn’t know what to do so I just hid myself away. Maybe partly because I couldn’t bring myself to try and deal with the mess that was my marriage.

I couldn’t help but read part of the conversation between my wife and the cock owner, and could see that she probably deleted many more, and by those few, you could tell she had probably taken his cock many a time.

Sansa didn't notice anything different. To be honest, why would she? All the time I stared at her gorgeous face, wanting to say words that could cut her as deeply as she had cut me with her betrayal. It’s crazy how quickly you can despise someone you so recently adored.

After she slept that night I took her phone again and the lo and behold, the picture was deleted. At least I discovered the name of the mystery man, Ricky. So I looked for a number of a guy called Ricky. I felt the need to have his phone number. After completing my espionage I put my wife's phone back where I found it.

I went to the bathroom of the guest room and called the number.

A deep, gravelly voice answered from the other end.

"Hey, who's this?"

In the moment I heard the voice, his penis flashed before my eyes. If I had a 9mm ******* for a cock, he had Tsar Bomba. I didn't say word, just held the phone in my ear and snuck my hand into my underpants as my cock filled with *******.

"Speak? Anyone there?" He sounded black, with the accent of a New Yorker. Surprise surprise, a big black man, with a smooth deep voice and a python of a penis.

I wanted to scream, "You like fucking other men’s wives huh, you bastard?" but I didn’t have the balls for that, not in a million years.

"Alright I’m hanging up," he quickly said.

"Don’t go," I blurted out. Regret instantly filled me and shut my eyes hard and bit my knuckle in silence. My heart was beating like a jackhammer though; I was excited as a kid on Christmas morning.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, anger and confusion in his voice.

Without any knowledge of how to move this situation forward, I squeezed my cock like a voyeur in heat. I didn't say a word.

"You’re pissing me off, you pillow biting fag." For a hilarious moment, I thought he maybe could see me squeezing my cock talking to him on the phone. I felt like such a pervert. God damn it.

"Don’t be mad." I finally said, God damn it why am I such a little bitch.

"Who is this?!" he demanded. I flinched.

"I can't say..."

"Why not?" said a softer version of the same voice. He was trying to milk some information, and I almost folded.

I shook my head, as if was able to see me.

"What do you want from me?" Ricky said.

"I-I w-w-want a p-picture of your d-d-dick" I said, stuttering like a retard. He must’ve thought I was calling from Antarctica.

"What?" he said. "Wait, this is some kind of joke." He was getting angry again.

"No, no... I..." My heart raced, my face burned, my head throbbed. "You sent one to my wife today, and I want one for myself." I closed my eyes again. My cock was so hard it pained me. "I can't stop thinking about your cock."

"Damn," was all he said. His breathing changed, it quickened for a while.

I couldn't say I was surprised when he cut the phone. Honestly, I’d had as much as I could handle too. I yanked my cock out and nutted all over myself. It was heavenly. It took all the strength I had to hold in my groans and moans. I felt so deeply ashamed and hurt, everything in my life seemed to be exploding on my face.


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[KyleArmstrong]

Excerpt from my new story: Please Stop Humiliating Me Like This.

Diana, my wife, looked absolutely stunning as usual. She was sat nude on the toilet by the bath, patiently watching it as it filled. Man, she’s so hot. About five foot ten with the body of a Victoria’s Secrets model, and flawless, soft looking cream coloured skin. And that ass.. it looked like it had been carved from marble, such was its tightness and shape. Her face almost resembled Doutzen Kroes. Gosh, I thank the universe every time I wake up next to her. She’s a dime piece. A ten.

Finally, as the bath reached its capacity she leaned over to turn off the faucet. I couldn’t help oggling her big, pale tits. In my opinion, her tits were her crown jewels. Hanging off that svelte elegant frame, jiggling and bouncing in an almost hypnotic pattern. I’d let her ******* on my chest if she asked.

I’d been away for the last three months on business and had only arrived back this morning. I'd fantasised about her daily while I wanked, morning noon and night, and now here she was, naked and smiling, chatting away. My dick was rock hard, jutting out before me while I played with it gently.

Lively and excited, she was telling me about her latest boyfriend she had started seeing while I was away, a married cop who had hit on her at a Halloween party, and who now visited every few days for steamy, sweaty sex.

She narrated what had happened the last time he had visited.

"It was only last night," she said. "He knew you would be arriving back today, so I guess he wanted to take advantage. I was wearing my little black dress that I got from Next. Well, its hardly a dress. It only just covers my pussy, except that it's completely see thru anyway. With grey panels down the side. Oh yes, and I wore my red high heels. The ones you really like."

"Were you wearing any panties?" I asked.

"No," she answered.

"A bra?" I asked. Her boobs were the centre of my desire.

"Nope," she said. "He likes easy access, so I never wear a bra or undies when he's visiting -- then he gets straight to the point -- he's all over me as soon as he walks in."

"Fuuuuck," I groaned as I wanked myself off, "You never go bra-less for me -- you always refuse when I ask you not to wear a bra -- you say your boobs look saggy. How come they don't sag for him?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "I don't wear a bra for him, so fucking get over it, alright?"

“Anyways," she said, disregarding and overriding my complaints, "he comes in and sees me and says 'Wow!' and he's immediately all over me. He started snogging me in the garage before we even got into the house, and started to finger me in the garage too. Very hot," she said.

"How did he come to start snogging you and fingering you in the garage?" I asked, "Why didn't you wait until you got into the house?"

"He just took me and started Frenching me as soon as he saw me," she replied, smiling, "and he shoved his finger right up my cunt, just like that."

"You were wet, weren’t you?" I asked, "when he put his fingers in?" "Absolutely soaking.” She said. “I always am when he comes over. I could feel my pussy oozing. He even commented on it -- he said he loves how ready I am for him."

"We walked into the living room and he pushed me over the sofa, lifted my dress and licked my ass. I love the way he licks my ass," she said.

Until this new guy, her ass had been my area exclusively. I was the only one ever to have licked her there. I did it as a sign of my submission, and I confess her ass is fucking delicious. I loved pushing my tongue deep into her asshole, sucking and licking it until it was spotless and odorless. Now he was invading that space too. Not satisfied that he got to fuck my wife in all three holes, which I never did, now he was licking her ass as well. There was nothing left that was reserved for me.

"He sat me down on the sofa," she continued, and shoved his fingers into my twat. Then he started to put his fist in.

He was saying 'You like it rough don’t you, you slag, eh? You want it really dirty?' and I was saying 'Yeah babe, yeah'".

"Did he fist you?" I asked, "What? Like his whole fist in your cunt?"

"Yeah!" she replied breathlessly. "He put lube on his hand and started shoving the whole thing, his whole fist, into my cunt, saying 'You like it dirty? You really love it dirty don't you?' He was making me say I love it while he shoved his fist into me."

"Jesus!" I responded, "Fucking hell! Did he get it all in?" I asked.

"Not quite," she said, "Most of it, but not quite all of it. Then, while he was doing that, shoving his fist in, I was playing with my clit -- fingering it. I actually came while he was doing it. That was good... " she said, as the memory flooded back.

"And did he tell you to play with yourself? I asked, "or did you just decide to?"

"I just decided," she replied. My legs were spread while he fisted me, so I went for it. God it was horny!"

"Then he got me up and said 'I'm going to fuck you in the ass,' and he shoved his dick right into my ass."

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Kyle

 

[KyleArmstrong]

Excerpt from my new story: Why Does Your Breath Smell Like That?

May the Holy Lord above in all his mercy forgive the sins of the tale I’m about to tell. Amen.

Hello, my name is Ned and I am forty-five years old. I live with my wife of nineteen years; Maude, and we have two wonderful sons; Rodd and Todd, who are fifteen and twelve respectively.

Back when Maude and I married, my libido was through the roof. After years of abstinence I couldn’t get enough of it, but unfortunately, she did not feel the same way and was quite satisfied with intercourse once a fortnight. So through the years, my appetite for intercourse has had to take a back seat. My wife and I are very happy, God fearing people, and I soon came to understand that there was more to life than just intercourse.

Jump forward nineteen years and things sure have changed an awful lot. Over the years, my libido dwindled to nothing. The good Dr Hibbert informed me that this is due to the decrease in testosterone that men suffer from in the forties.

Maude’s however, has skyrocketed. Fortunately, I have my left handed store business and plenty of interest's that keep me busy, but my wife has become more frustrated with my lack of sex drive in the last couple of years and even more so in the last few months. A couple of months ago Maude and I got to talking after dinner and she shared something with me that she’d been keeping secret for a mighty long time. My heart was pounding at what she was going to say to me. Had she’d committed infidelity? or worse still did she want to leave Christianity?

"Ned, honey," she said.

“What is it dear?” I asked nervously.

"I need to have a threesome with two guys."

My jaw almost hit the floor. My head was spinning. I dang near fainted.

Then she went on to tell me that her desire to do this was so strong that she was going to do it regardless of if I supported her. I was speechless. My ******* boiled and my nostrils flared. These weren’t the words of a good christian wife! I told her there was no way I was going to allow other men into our sacred bed and let them sleep with her. Not to mention the danger of just finding two random guys from god knows where. My mind was spinning. Since when had she become so perverse? This wasn’t what the Bible taught. This was the devil talkin’ not Maude!

But just then, lighting struck from outside and I heard a voice in my head. “But she’s still your wife Ned, forever and always.”

I guess the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Still astonished at what I’d just heard, we got the laptop out and searched the interweb for any answers on how my wife could have her, er, desire fulfilled.

After what felt like hours, we found a website catered to the exact need we had. It was titled as a place where women can satisfy their every sexual desire. The address was in London, we sent them a message right away and awaited their response.

Within a few days we had a reply from a guy named Snake who told us everything we needed to know about what they had to offer, it was not cheap but if we wanted to we could pay for two skilled, clean guys to have intercourse with my wife and help her live out her threesome fantasy. This may sound strange but for some reason I was more at ease with this solution than to have two random guys off the street plow my wife.

So, we made plans and arranged to go to London in a month’s time and see where this journey was to lead us.

Hey guys, the rest of this story and other stories are available on Amazon through the link below. It's the price of a cheap coffee or free to read on KU. I hope you like it

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Kyle