I feel like one of the most underappreciated elements of the hotwife lifestyle are those little moments in which you and the wife marvel at the sheer dominating size of your bull's long ebony pipe.
Inching up to your naked wife, side by side with a dark black Adonis who towers over you, body bulging with muscles - giving the impression that he could easily knock you out in a single punch and it wouldn't even be an effort for him. As his eyes narrow on your pudgy white frame, he flashes a cocky grin - white teeth shining brilliantly against his black skin. You gulp.
You already know you can't compare to him. You can feel his power, his influence merely by being in the same room. Why is your wife making you go through with this?
“Oooooooh, I think he's nervous... " your wife coos, looking up at her bull with doe eyes as she looks back at you with narrowing eyes, a look of amusement and contempt.
"Of course you're nervous, arent you Honey?" She speaks soothingly as she reaches out with a tender little hand and cups it under your white penis. She laughs as she might laugh while holding a puppy. "Awwwww, look! His little white pee-pee is trembling." Her fingers stroke your little nuts gently, causing small *pulse* in your penis as it twitches slightly in her hand.
She gives you an ordering tone, changing mood sharply. "HUBBY!..." Her eyes flicker back over the bull, traveling up and down his body - breaking out into a sultry smile, one eyebrow raising. Her eyes train back onto you with a wicked look. "Look at him."
You turn back and look at his face. He states back, a look of pure dominance on his face. He stares down at you through half-closed eyelids, clearly unimpressed by your pudgy white blob of a body.
"Look at his muscles, honey." Your wife sides up to the young black king, her hands moving up to caress his chest. "He works out. He goes to the gym. He is a strong man. A REAL man." The black buck closes his eyes and holds his head back, exhaling deeply as the white wife's delicate fingers move down his chest, taking care to lingerie of his defined abs.
"This is the sort of man who doesn't just have sex with a woman.... He TAKES a woman. He owns her. The way us white girls dream of being owned." She purrs as she leans in and places a small *smack* on his lips with her own, purring contentedly. Their tongues find each other, lingering together as the lurid sound of making out fills the room - the solid black champion taking your white wife into his arms, the sight filling you with a strange mixture of horror, humiliation... And deep, confusing arousal.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Inching up to your naked wife, side by side with a dark black Adonis who towers over you, body bulging with muscles - giving the impression that he could easily knock you out in a single punch and it wouldn't even be an effort for him. As his eyes narrow on your pudgy white frame, he flashes a cocky grin - white teeth shining brilliantly against his black skin. You gulp.
You already know you can't compare to him. You can feel his power, his influence merely by being in the same room. Why is your wife making you go through with this?
“Oooooooh, I think he's nervous... " your wife coos, looking up at her bull with doe eyes as she looks back at you with narrowing eyes, a look of amusement and contempt.
"Of course you're nervous, arent you Honey?" She speaks soothingly as she reaches out with a tender little hand and cups it under your white penis. She laughs as she might laugh while holding a puppy. "Awwwww, look! His little white pee-pee is trembling." Her fingers stroke your little nuts gently, causing small *pulse* in your penis as it twitches slightly in her hand.
She gives you an ordering tone, changing mood sharply. "HUBBY!..." Her eyes flicker back over the bull, traveling up and down his body - breaking out into a sultry smile, one eyebrow raising. Her eyes train back onto you with a wicked look. "Look at him."
You turn back and look at his face. He states back, a look of pure dominance on his face. He stares down at you through half-closed eyelids, clearly unimpressed by your pudgy white blob of a body.
"Look at his muscles, honey." Your wife sides up to the young black king, her hands moving up to caress his chest. "He works out. He goes to the gym. He is a strong man. A REAL man." The black buck closes his eyes and holds his head back, exhaling deeply as the white wife's delicate fingers move down his chest, taking care to lingerie of his defined abs.
"This is the sort of man who doesn't just have sex with a woman.... He TAKES a woman. He owns her. The way us white girls dream of being owned." She purrs as she leans in and places a small *smack* on his lips with her own, purring contentedly. Their tongues find each other, lingering together as the lurid sound of making out fills the room - the solid black champion taking your white wife into his arms, the sight filling you with a strange mixture of horror, humiliation... And deep, confusing arousal.
TO BE CONTINUED...
