Chat with black bulls

Grinning, I started toward the lingerie section intending to find something really sexy, but Cam stopped me and waved the phone scoldingly. I walked over to my husband, my face hot from excitement and embarrassment at the same time. It was totally taboo, totally unlike me, totally unlike us.

It was super tight, showed a lot of cleavage and even more leg. It wasn't anything I'd ever have picked out for myself, and I loved it. "You're going to take your husband's phone, and masturbate to those pictures." He demanded.

Then, on the Bull's instruction, Cam sought out and purchased a bracelet with a single, small charm. Tyrell said it meant something, but he'd tell me what after our date, if and only if, things went well. I did as he said, no, as he commanded, and sat the phone down on the kitchen counter. "Did your husband show you the pictures I sent him? Even then, it wasn't until we started watching cuckolding porn together that he admitted that he wanted it to be a well endowed black man. I slipped one hand down my pyjama pants and started on myself, staring intently on the image on the screen.

Through more pictures, Tyrell picked out a shade of red lipstick for me, some very dark mascara and nail polish that matched the lipstick. Eventually, over dinner, Cam had blurted out that he wanted to watch me fuck another man.

Two swirling orbs of warm brown that I almost immediately got lost in. He and Tyrell were still talking, but I couldn't hear anything over my own pounding heartbeat. I walked to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and pulled my dress down.

I stared at myself for a long time before fishing the marker out of my purse.

All I could think about was the huge step we were about to take together. Before that conversation, I'd always thought of it as a pillowtalk fantasy, something just to get us both in the mood. Cam actually wanted me to hook up with a black guy, a hung black stud. My husband of four years wanted to watch me get fucked by a huge, black cock. If anything, he seemed to be even more excited than me.

As Tyrell kept talking, kept saying filthy things to me, I worked myself to orgasm staring at the picture of his hard cock on Cam's phone. I took Cam by the hands, kissed him on his sweet lips, and we went to bed beaming.

" I asked in a breathy voice, trying both to get into the spirit of things and to gage his reaction. I don't know what it was, but I was extremely turned on by He was also to be obeyed by both Cam and I at all times during the date, though we were given a "safe word" to use if things went "too far" or if one of us became too uncomfortable.

His name was Tyrell but apparently I was to call him "Sir", "Master" or "Daddy" at all times.

Cam took pictures of me in all the different dresses we found, and Tyrell picked the one he liked best. "A big, black cock." I whispered, my face flushing.

"Saturday night, at that bar downtown we like." he replied. Awesome, I'll need a few drinks first anyway." I laughed. He specifically requested a short red one." He said matter of factly. "Yeah, he said to bring a permanent marker but he didn't say why." He said, cocking an eyebrow at me. Something in the look in Cam's eye told me that we wouldn't need it though. It's a big, black cock." He corrected in that same growling tone.

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