Consummating the Wedding

It’s your Wedding Day … and I bring you to My room to discreetly tell you a VERY IMPORTANT THING!   Yeah, you waited until marriage to have sex.  Very sweet.  But your Wife?  Well, that’s a little different story.  Oh, wait … what do we hear from the Honeymoon Suite next door?  Yeah, jerk it!  Cuckolds will love this 13-minute sexual delicacy!

… Includes sweet sound effects for added humiliation.  

     It took a couple weeks, but my husband finally stopped whining about Malcolm.  I went back into a rhythm with my other occasional lovers.  I stayed “well-fucked” for sure, but not 24/7 like I did with Malcolm in June & July.   But I DO miss the guy.   And by late August, I was already dreaming up a scheme that would get his thick foot-long-dong back into me!
     Hubby & I normally take a week-long trip in December.   And here’s what I was planning (without hubby’s input, LOL!) …
     Our flight has two “legs,” which includes an overnight stop about halfway toward our final destination.   Our first landing is on a Saturday morning.  My husband is in a college football “bowl game pool,” so I treat him to a game that afternoon.
     Well, you know the rest of the story but I’ll tell it anyway. 
     The favored team — the one that hubby predicted to win — has MALCOLM THE MAGNIFICENT as its starting running back!  And as the game goes on, hubby is screaming and cheering for my former “summer hummer!”   Malcolm gives hubby what he wants — 150 rushing yards, two touchdowns, and a victory by his team.  And that night, Malcolm gives me what I want.
     Hubby stays in his hotel room and watches more bowl games on TV.  And Malcolm takes me to his team’s victory party!  Naturally, he had bragged to his teammates about the HOT, electric wife he had fucked all summer — and after building me up so much, he couldn’t WAIT to “show me off” to them.  And of course, he did not disappoint them.
     Oh, I would have loved to fuck every guy in the room … you could feel the testosterone in the air!  But with the coaches and the wives around, that wasn’t going to happen.  Still, the head coach does us a tremendous favor:  He gives Malcolm his game award very early in the evening, so my “Star Stud” and I could sneak away for a full, private evening of the best sex ever!
     I normally shut off my cell phone during sex, but I don’t want to totally lock hubby out of my life that night.   He watches two more games before he calls around midnight.  Malcolm cooperates, and he moves his head from my lips to my pussy.  He then invites hubby to his suite, which the bowl game officials had paid for. 
     Cuckie watches his wife & the beautiful Malcolm fuck one more time.  We make cuckie jerk his teenie weenie again.  And then hubby spreads his jizz on Malcolm’s wet cock — which now has jizz from two guys and me!
     That has to be a great late night snack for my husband.  But still, he wants to buy us a steak & egg breakfast — so we go to the hotel restraurant for food & some nice talk.  And then, we all share heartfelt “goodbyes.”
     Hubby is still not 100% happy about Malcolm — and he definitely does not want him back at our house next summer. 
     But he doesn’t close the door to the idea, either.  Like I’ve said, hubby has it wayyyyyyy too good with me — and he knows it. 
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     My “summer hummer” is a running back on his college football team. On the field, he always twists and turns to march toward the goal line.  And throughout this summer, Malcolm kept those hips in shape by fucking me for as long and as often as he possibly could.
     I swear, the man NEVER wore out or ran dry! We fucked for hours each day — up to 45-50 minutes before we both exploded in orgasms.  And each time, I felt loads of his creamy jizz enter my overflowing pussy as I screamed with delight. Between fucks, I could almost hear his balls being replenished. And sometimes, it was only a matter of minutes between romps. Talk about a sizzling sex machine. WOW!!!
     And he had a heart of gold.  Malcolm seemed like the nicest man in the world when hubbie & I first met him at that party — and I was so right about him! My cuckie boy couldn’t help but let Malcolm live with us during the summer, to protect me from that burglar who never showed up.
     But on this day, my cuckie genuinely regretted what he did. He didn’t use the word “regret,” but he constantly whined like a betrayed child.
     My husband was near tears when he locked himself in his den for a couple hours. I was going to have him cook lunch for me & my lover — but I didn’t want to give him the pleasure.  Instead, Malcolm & I spent most of the afternoon at his favorite restaurant where we gorged on soft barbequed ribs.
     We then came home, and I really let hubby have it.  He was simply crushed about what happened — that Malcolm seemed to be in my pussy all day, all night, all summer.  “What do you expect,” I asked him.  ”You know how much I NEED a real man to keep me satisfied — and you benefit from my good mood!  I’m happier than I’ve ever been this summer … you should be HAPPY for me, not the other way around!”
     My husband again held his head down in silence.  What he could say, really?  And I kept giving it to him with both barrels:
     “Let’s say I quit smoking … and you blew smoke in my face.  What do you think would happen?  I’d start smoking again, right?  Well, you give me a dreamy sex machine to live here 24/7 — and I’m NOT supposed to touch him???  Get real, you dickless fucktard!”
     I kept swinging for another 10 minutes when Malcolm — now totallly nude — walked down our hallway and STOPPED outside hubby’s door.  Hubbie & I froze … and then we both GAZED at my lover’s giant right hand as it slowly caressed the bottom of his ball sac.  That gorgeous cock was like a MAGNET for my cuckold.  He crawled to it.  He was inches from that mammoth meat while Malcolm was stroking it.
     My Stud refused to let hubbie touch it — but within seconds, hubbie was INTOXICATED by my lover’s strong, sweet black pubic aroma!
     Malcolm teased hubby for HOURS while I giggled & roared the entire time!  The three of us then retired to my bedroom, and then cuckie requested something he never wanted before … He specifically asked that Malcolm fuck Me at the same spot where hubby sleeps when he’s home!
     You wouldn’t believe how pathetic my cuckie sounded as he pleaded to have Malcolm pump me on our marital bed!  Naturally, we were too happy to please — as long as hubby did three things…
     Slurp & drink every molecule of our love juices from my pussy … jerk off while Malcolm & I watch … and then drink his own cum.
     Hubbie actually sounded honored when Malcolm made him spread his jizz on my lover’s cock … and then sucked every bit of it off!
     My cuckold watched us some more … and he ended up sleeping on our bedroom floor as Malcolm & I literally fucked the night away.  Again.
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     So how does this fantastic summer end??? Find out soon in Part 8 of “Malcolm the Magnificent!”
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      When my husband is home from his business trips, I don’t waste time — I put him to good use, LOL!  The wimp blew off steam after seeing me & Malcolm fuck each other on our backyard trampoline.  And then we made him run our errands.  He paid my bills; picked up our sexiest suits from the dry cleaners (yes, Malcolm’s too); and bought groceries. 
     And then he came home to see the next part of the “show.”  Both of us were still nude, enjoying the crisp morning air.  Malcolm was sitting on hubby’s favorite backyard chair.  And I was kneeling at his strong-smelling crotch, as my thick warm lips slowly devoured my lover’s thick, massive foot-long dong. 
     Most of the time, my husband HATES it when I’m caressing my large white hands on a black lover’s shiny skin.  But don’t get me wrong — hubbie will sometimes get HOT when he sees my probing fingers and sharp nails tingle a Stud’s giant balls, or bring comfort to his massive meat. 
     It’s not often when my cuckold husband is in the mood to suck cock.  But when he does, he goes after that “man meat” like a ferocious animal!  Oooo, that makes me even hotter for my lover’s rod!
     But today was not one of those days.  The cuckie boy was still upset as he mumbled to himself while walking past us.  I kissed Malcolm’s cock, winked at hubby, and said, “I’d bet you’d like some of this, wouldn’t ‘ya!”  He didn’t even stop to look.  He just shrugged and stepped into the house.
     That’s rare.  It was a sign that my husband was genuinely bothered by the man I was screwing.  But I don’t believe he was mad at me or Malcolm.  Nooooo, he was upset at HIMSELF.  It was his decision to let Malcolm live with us during the summer.  So the way I see it, whatever happens is HIS fault.  But I won’t tell him that.  It would just make him angrier, whinier … and more of a wimp than he already is.
     Just like a crying dog, hubbie ran into his den and locked the door.  But if I thought I would chase him down and apologize for what happened — well, like I’ve said, he is soooooo naive!  And if he thought his whining would separate me from Malcolm’s GLORIOUS sweaty body … well, let’s just say he wasn’t born yesterday!
     This day was going just as I had feared — but I kept telling myself it would NOT ruin my Fuck-Fest with one of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on. 
     So we went into the garage and fucked in the back seat of hubbie’s car.  Hubby could have become an ax murderer had he saw us, but we didn’t care.  We just laughed at how humiliating this was for the cuckie hubby … and then Malcolm’s cock pumped me for 40 more minutes! 
     We were bouncing up & down more than we expected — I should tell hubby that it’s time to buy new shock absorbers; ‘cuz when Malcolm & I got through fucking, those shocks were shot!
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     And if you think THIS is humiliating for My cuckie hubbie, just want ’til you read Part 7 … cumming soon!
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     When my husband agreed to let Malcolm live with us this summer, my “visitor” was supposed to sleep in the upstairs guest room.  But as you know, that never happened … well, almost never.
     Yeah, Malcolm slept with ME when hubby wasn’t home … and on those nights, sleep was a rare commodity as we fucked & fucked for hours.  But when my husband returned from his business trips, I almost dreaded the fact that I had to sleep with him.
     First of all, I didn’t want to touch him.  Hubby tried to snuggle up to me, but I would have none of it.  He felt my sexual electricity from just inches away – and it drove him crazy that all he could do was sniff me.  But that’s how a cuckold relationship goes … and it’s still a lot better for him than a divorce. 
     On this night, hubby peppered me with questions about our summer guest.  “Who made the first move?  How long did it take for you to start porking him?  And how come he smells so … so STRONG????”
     I calmly told hubby to “Shut the fuck up … I’m in no mood to hear your wimpy, paranoid shit … I’ll answer your questions in the morning … if I feel like it, that is.”  And with that, I turned my back toward him — and it only took me 30 seconds to fall asleep.  Hubby, on the other hand, tossed and turned until he almost cried himself to sleep.
     What a wuss.
     I woke up around 5 a.m. to use the bathroom.  When I returned, hubby was lying on his back with his eyes in a deep, silent gaze.  What a pathetic scene.  I just giggled and went back to sleep.
     The alarm clock screeched at 6:00, and my husband’s body popped up like bread from a toaster.
     “Relax,” I told him.  “Malcolm & I have a morning exercise ritual.  Don’t worry, it’s nothing sexual … but even if it was, I wouldn’t tell YOU.”  I then gave him a sweet wink and a cute kiss on the cheek.  He rolled back to sleep — but just in case he was still awake, I paraded past him in one of my more “innocent” exercise outfits.  I just didn’t want to give hubby the wrong impression, ha ha!
     Two hours later, hubby stepped outside in the back yard.  Malcolm & I spent the entire two hours fucking on hubby’s backyard trampoline!  Oh, did that feel fantastic!  The fabric was soft and cool.  Malcolm’s body was solid and hot.  And every time his cock thrust into me, we must have fallen two feet toward the ground!  What an amazing feeling.  It was like we were floating in space.
     I swear, it was one of the sexiest feelings I ever enjoyed!  And it made hubby so angry, he picked up my Spandex exercise outfit that I left on a chair, and he threw it to the ground in disgust.  He then stormed back into the house with his head down. 
     Needless to say, any questions from hubby about my love for Malcolm would not be answered.  Not on THIS day anyway, LOL!
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     I’m SO mean, aren’t I?  I prefer to call it teasing.  And Malcolm & I keep “pouring it on” in Part 6, cumming soon!  Did you miss any of the first four parts?  Click below.
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     Hubby just had to find out.  There was no way Malcolm & I could spend the entire summer claiming that he was only living at our house to protect me from a burglar — when in reality, this GORGEOUS black-dicked football player spent hours banging me every possible moment while the hubby was away on business.
     Malcolm was the yummiest Prince Charming I’ve had in a long, long time.  And while hubby knows about my lovers (well, most of them, LOL) … there are times when he cries like a little whipped pup when I tell him the truth — that his dick is too small to meet my sexual needs, and I have no choice but to have well-endowed men make my body happy.
     Malcolm was so hot & so good, I didn’t want my husband to ruin my summer with his wimpy attitude.  And then, I thought … “I’m the one in charge of this marriage.  And if I want to fuck Malcolm 24/7, I’ll do it.  If hubby doesn’t like it, he should shut up, put on his ‘big girl panties,’ and deal with it!”
     So after lying to my husband for June and most of July, I finally ‘fessed up.  From that moment on, my lover & I no longer felt the need to be secretive.  Only then did I tell Malcolm that my husband was cool about the way he bangs me to the Heavens.
     Ooooooo, you should have seen how my black sex machine responded to THAT!  Malcolm felt like he was the King of our Castle!  If you thought he was a flaming sexual animal before, you should see him now!  Mmmmmmmm, so beautiful.  He fucked me senseless & speechless night after glorious night.  And when my husband returned home from his business trips, we did NOT hide our constant lust for each other!
     One Saturday night in late July, hubby was taking a shower when Malcolm & I rushed to the hot tub and started fucking.  After we came, we saw my cuckie standing still … solemn, and slightly shocked.  Now it was hubby who was the speechless one!  His head was lowered in disgust, and I just laughed at him. 
     Malcolm ignored him, too.  He jumped out of the hot tub and walked away in the nude to get something to eat.  It was the first time my husband saw Malcolm’s 12-inch love rod — and it wasn’t much shorter when it was limp.  Hubby gasped in shock — and he shook so much, he almost dropped his vodka, LOL!!!
     As my lover walked away, hubby couldn’t take his eyes off Malcolm’s firm, round, shiny, aromatic, beautiful black ASS!  Oh, Lord, it was like my husband wanted to kneel at “Malcolm the Magnificent’s” Heavenly altar and lick him and suck him until his mouth couldn’t stand it anymore!
     Mmmmmmm, that would have been BEAUTIFUL for me to see … you think? 
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     This story takes a big turn in Part 5.  Watch for it, cumming soon!  And if you missed any of this story so far, click below.  It’s all FREE!
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     I love how my husband can be soooooo naive.  He invited Malcolm — a football player we met at a party — to live with us during the summer.  Hubby was spending much of his time away on business … and he wanted Malcolm to protect me from a neighborhood burglar.
     Well, Malcolm DID protect me.  He never took his eyes off me.  Or his tongue.  Or his beautiful, probing hands.  Or his huge, fantastic black cock.  Yes, Malcolm spent most of his time fucking me to countless orgasms and getting both of us hot, sweaty and happy for hours & hours … days & days!
     You’ll notice that Malcolm doesn’t say much in this story.  That’s because he lets his “magic foot-long dong” do all of his talking!  Mmmmmmmmmm…
     We tried to hide our fun from my hubby during the first couple weekends he was home.  Yeah, he was used to me fucking the “big boys” in a way his tiny dick never could.  Still, hubbie often whines like a baby when he sees a hot lover take me over.  Frankly, I was in no mood to put up with hubby’s shit.  Not this summer.  And I didn’t want to expose Malcolm to that crap, either.  I just wanted him to fuck me & fuck me & fuck me, all day long, all summer long!
     So for another weekend, we put on the “charade.”  Malcolm & I somehow kept our distance from each other.  Oh, shit, did that hurt!!!  I was so anxious for my husband to be called back to work, I was actually relieved when he left.
     Hubbie walked out the front door.  And 30 seconds later, my bare back was where his foot marks had been — and “Malcolm the Magnificent” was fuckin’ me raw, again & again!  We were that horny!  We couldn’t even walk away from the front door — we had been pent up that much! 
     Malcolm was fucking me soooo hard!  I wrapped my legs around him, and part of my back was against the door.  And the thought occurred to me:  What if somebody came up to the door and heard us knocking from the inside?  Wow, what a hot thought!!!
     My lover & I did manage to stop for dinner.  Later, we romped on hubby’s half of my bed … pumping away as our beautiful bodies pounce on the place where my weakling “wimps out” night after night.
     But on this night, the humping was interrupted.  Hubby can be so insecure — he often picks the wrong time to call me!  And was it worth it?  Of course not!  Instead of Malcolm’s cock electrifying my body, I had to put up with the boring small talk that husbands & wives often slip into.
     Malcolm was surprised that I answered the phone … but because it was hubby, I had no choice.  While we slipped into small talk, Malcolm’s tongue slipped down my chest.  He quietly dived between my legs and licked my saucy wet pussy.  Malcolm teased me by making me cum … and my feelings were hard to hide over the phone. 
     Hubby had heard my deceiving moans before.  But he couldn’t bring himself to admit that Malcolm was screwing me silly.  So he asked, “Are you playing with yourself?”
     I just giggled and said yes.  I could lie to him … or I could tell the truth and watch an enraged cuckold fly into our house just moments after he hangs up the phone.
     Sometimes, a husband just needs to be lied to.
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     You’ll love how I keep “playing” my hubby like this — and how Malcolm’s cock keeps consuming me!  Part 4 is cumming soon.  In the meantime, read the earlier parts of this story … if you haven’t already.  
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