Rickee
Male
I'm a white American male, 48, married with *******. She knows I love cuckolding but she doesn't care much for the fantasy. Nobody said life was fair. But this thread isn't about her, or us. Instead I want to tell you how my cuckold identity/fantasy developed from a young age.
1. Age 11, summer camp. In a common shower with a dozen other lads, mine was the itty bittiest.
2. From age 12 or so, as an 80s kid, I was a devout reader of the Penthouse Forum. I remember a story about a couple who brings a guy home from a bar to enjoy the wife's "wet hole." Boner boner boner. And this was long before my first sexual experience.
3. Age 16-17, two long relationships in high school, with sex. I didn't make either of them orgasm, or vaguely orgasmic. It was merely romantic for them, gratifying for me.
4. 12th grade girlfriend, call her Gwen, told me about her previous boyfriend's dick inside of her (she said casually; she was like that). That she could see the bulge of it in her abdomen--which did NOT happen in my case!
5. Watching a Peter North porno with Gwen circa 1993. I was in heaven as she admired his glorious 8 inches.
6. I remember telling Gwen, the summer before college, that it turned me on to think of sharing her with someone. She liked that idea. But there was no concrete plan.
7. Gwen and I went off to different colleges. Did the classic stupid thing, "Let's stay together but agree to see other people." She got around, I didn't! She wrote me of her lustful interests and lustful deeds on primitive 90's email and chat. The first time she got fucked that first semester, she told me how sore she was the next morning. That he fucked her three times. A month later she got involved with another dude, who had a really "fat" cock. She loved to tease me and knew I loved it. We fucked for the last time over winter break of freshman year. That was the hottest sex I ever had.
8. I had no girlfriends in college, and no casual sex. Nothing till I was almost 23. Beat off a lot. It was painful to separate from Gwen, but the scorching cuckold aspect of it marked me for life.
9. During my unfulfilled years of early adulthood, I liked to call hotlines and ask the woman to tell me about her best fuck, especially if there was cheating or cuckolding (although I didn't know the term then).
10. As a watcher of porn, I grew away from the fantasy of being the stud who bangs the hot girl, towards that of being the excluded spectator. My lust was now focused on her pleasure, what did it for her, and why it was always another dude's bigger cock. I discovered books and websites about the cuck fantasy, which in the 21st century had become A THING.
11. Somewhere in the Obama years I discovered BBC porn on tumblr or whatever. The era of male-centered commercial porn with all white dudes was over. I became aware of deep and furious white female desires--especially milfs, cougars--for the Black man. I couldn't believe the abundance of BBCs; so many, and so much bigger. I was struck by the depth of desire that white American women seem to have for black men, for whatever various reasons.
12. So I discovered the wide world of BBC cuckold. After more than a decade it never gets old. I just keep cumming to this fantasy. When I find myself lusting after a woman, I generally imagine being her faithful cuck. Listening to her screams and whimpers through the wall, or from the closet, or tied to a chair. After he pumps her full of seed, and she squirts everywhere, and is devastated by a half dozen orgasms, and he quietly departs--I go lick her pussy. Whatever for? To let her know how much I appreciate her giving me this gift, that I'm completely hers, that she can always have other men and always have me. And if I have to ingest another man's semen to prove it, I guess I'll do it even if it's, you know, disgusting. It's that important for me to let her know where Istand kneel. When we vacation at the beach or wherever, we proudly display symbols of her sexual passion for BBC, and my total submission. Maybe we go to a nude beach and I wear a rack of horns, and tie a big fat red ribbon around her naked waist. We walk up and down the shore, happily ever after.
Thanks for reading. Comments welcome but please no advice.
1. Age 11, summer camp. In a common shower with a dozen other lads, mine was the itty bittiest.
2. From age 12 or so, as an 80s kid, I was a devout reader of the Penthouse Forum. I remember a story about a couple who brings a guy home from a bar to enjoy the wife's "wet hole." Boner boner boner. And this was long before my first sexual experience.
3. Age 16-17, two long relationships in high school, with sex. I didn't make either of them orgasm, or vaguely orgasmic. It was merely romantic for them, gratifying for me.
4. 12th grade girlfriend, call her Gwen, told me about her previous boyfriend's dick inside of her (she said casually; she was like that). That she could see the bulge of it in her abdomen--which did NOT happen in my case!
5. Watching a Peter North porno with Gwen circa 1993. I was in heaven as she admired his glorious 8 inches.
6. I remember telling Gwen, the summer before college, that it turned me on to think of sharing her with someone. She liked that idea. But there was no concrete plan.
7. Gwen and I went off to different colleges. Did the classic stupid thing, "Let's stay together but agree to see other people." She got around, I didn't! She wrote me of her lustful interests and lustful deeds on primitive 90's email and chat. The first time she got fucked that first semester, she told me how sore she was the next morning. That he fucked her three times. A month later she got involved with another dude, who had a really "fat" cock. She loved to tease me and knew I loved it. We fucked for the last time over winter break of freshman year. That was the hottest sex I ever had.
8. I had no girlfriends in college, and no casual sex. Nothing till I was almost 23. Beat off a lot. It was painful to separate from Gwen, but the scorching cuckold aspect of it marked me for life.
9. During my unfulfilled years of early adulthood, I liked to call hotlines and ask the woman to tell me about her best fuck, especially if there was cheating or cuckolding (although I didn't know the term then).
10. As a watcher of porn, I grew away from the fantasy of being the stud who bangs the hot girl, towards that of being the excluded spectator. My lust was now focused on her pleasure, what did it for her, and why it was always another dude's bigger cock. I discovered books and websites about the cuck fantasy, which in the 21st century had become A THING.
11. Somewhere in the Obama years I discovered BBC porn on tumblr or whatever. The era of male-centered commercial porn with all white dudes was over. I became aware of deep and furious white female desires--especially milfs, cougars--for the Black man. I couldn't believe the abundance of BBCs; so many, and so much bigger. I was struck by the depth of desire that white American women seem to have for black men, for whatever various reasons.
12. So I discovered the wide world of BBC cuckold. After more than a decade it never gets old. I just keep cumming to this fantasy. When I find myself lusting after a woman, I generally imagine being her faithful cuck. Listening to her screams and whimpers through the wall, or from the closet, or tied to a chair. After he pumps her full of seed, and she squirts everywhere, and is devastated by a half dozen orgasms, and he quietly departs--I go lick her pussy. Whatever for? To let her know how much I appreciate her giving me this gift, that I'm completely hers, that she can always have other men and always have me. And if I have to ingest another man's semen to prove it, I guess I'll do it even if it's, you know, disgusting. It's that important for me to let her know where I
Thanks for reading. Comments welcome but please no advice.
a toast to 
. Those early vhs raceplay women that we have to look up their names were all "black balled" no pun intended.
