Here is my embarrassing confession for your blog readers about how I was turned into a cuckold without even realizing. When my wife and I were first dating, it was only a few weeks into our dating relationship when she brought over her big black dildo to play with. Instead of me being a man and saying, get that thing out of here, my cock is enough for you (I have 7 inches), she made me lick her pussy while I fucked her with the BBC toy. She got so wet. I would fuck her after the toy had been inside of her and let me tell you that this sex was like sloppy seconds. She was so wet, my cock would slip out of her especially in certain positions like doggy-style. I should have known I was being cuckolded, but I thought it was just what she liked sexually, that she was a little kinky. Then one night when we were out at a club, she told me how at this very club about a year ago, she had fucked a black guy in the bathroom. While I thought that was kind of sexy and edgy, I didn’t know how edgy until she added that she had gone to the club with her white ex-boyfriend (meaning her boyfriend at the time) and hooked up with the black guy in the bathroom. She said she and her ex went home and fucked, but she had made him lick her pussy first. He had commented that her pussy was very salty and she said it was from dancing at the club, yknow, all the sweat. He believed her! I thought wow he was so naive. But, I definitely kept my eyes on her all night at the club and watched every move she made!
Little did I realize that my girlfriend, now my wife, would be cuckolding me, not just with a BBC dildo, but by going out and having sex with black men at her whim. And when I confronted her about cheating on me, she said she wasn’t cheating on me, that I knew she loved big black cocks from the time we first met! Deeper into our argument, I even mentioned the word cuckold and she didn’t even know what it meant! She was doing this to me, out of sexual desire, out of need, without any knowledge of the concept of cuckolding. After that night, I didn’t even want to admit to myself that I was a cuckold. I tried to brush it off thinking that she was just cheating. But then I realized that I was a cuck and that I needed to accept it and if I wanted to keep my beautiful wife, I’d have to let her fuck well-hung black bulls so that she could experience the ultimate sexual satisfaction she craved, that she could not get from me. And so that is where our relationship is now, and descending deeper into cuckoldry as I now eagerly lick out creampies after she returns home after fucking one of her BBC bulls.
Dear Cuckoldress, My Cuckold Humiliation experience at the gym… I have not been exercising or frequenting my local gym for many months now and given that I am slowly drifting towards middle age, my shape has become ‘saggy’ to say the least. A condition particularly associated with white men, it would seem. I finally plucked up the resolve to attend my gym, which is on the outskirts of my local city centre. It is a busy gym and I felt a bit self-conscious as I walked through the upstairs section to the changing rooms. So much so that I decided I would ease myself back into the process by skipping the exercise area upstairs and simply going downstairs to enjoy a jacuzzi dip in the sizable relaxation pool.
Interracial Cuckold Humiliation
When I got there, it was moderately busy. Noticeably, there were only two girls. Both were amazing.
The first was a stunning blonde, wearing a leopard print bikini and she was reclining by herself in the jacuzzi section. I have never been successful with the ladies but the delusional egotistical ‘male’ in me told me that this girl was hot and that I could, if I so wanted, charm her into my bed so as to have my wicked little way with her. As such, I shot her a few ‘Steve McQueen’ glances, perfecting my ‘come to bed’ look in the arrogant belief that this Barbie doll would fall at my feet if and when we eventually conversed.
The second girl was a young looking, slim babe, with dark blonde hair and wearing a skimpy little bikini. Light blue and her nipples were poking through. She was in the larger area of the jacuzzi with her man. Her man was black. He was a good looking young lighter skinned black man. The young babe was all over him. I don’t know why I even noticed her man’s skin colour. Perhaps it was the striking contrast. Or just that he seemed far more athletically built than all of the white men, myself included. I’m not sure. However, I am sure that something changed in me at that moment. It was as if a bulb went on in my head and shone light over a new reality – a reality where the prettiest girls really do aspire to be with black men. And that white men like me are destined for cuckold humiliation.
Suddenly, all the celebrity interracial relationships came to the forefront of my mind. As did images of beautiful white girls dancing in rap and r&b music videos and little comments made by my friends subtly championing the prowess of black men. No longer did I feel smugly confident that I could attract these girls. Instead, I immediately knew that my prior belief that I was anything like an Alpha male had merely been a self-induced myth. These girls wouldn’t be glancing admiringly at me or swooning over my “come hither” stares. No! These girls would be dreaming of the real Alpha males in our society: Black men. It was like a moment of enlightenment in which it struck me: UK girls really, really do prefer black men.
Whilst you may think there is nothing strange about my belated grasp on reality, it is less the realisation and more the reaction that shocked me. Far from being angry or disgusted, I simply felt a wave of submissive inadequacy flow over me. It was as though I was drowning in a sea of humiliation. And I felt my little white dick begin to harden in my baggy swim shorts. My manhood was getting hard, at the very same time that my manhood was being brutally dismantled before my very eyes. What sort of pitiful creature was I? A cuckold?
It was at this very moment of weakness that the knockout blow was landed… As I shockingly got a hard-on watching the young couple, the door opened. A huge, muscular, dark skinned black man strolled into the jacuzzi room. He was a hulk of a man, and all eyes were drawn to him. It was as if this ebony Adonis had been sent by the Gods to underline my new found grasp on reality. If I had been unsure before, after witnessing this stud I would forever know my true place in this world. When I realised that my own mouth was hanging open, I had to look away from him. It was then that I noticed that the young babe’s eyes were following his every step intently! Her boyfriend must have looked at her and thought “Wow, my girl is such a black cock slut.”
The hunk walked over in my direction, but swept past me and settled by the sexy leopard clad blonde. He regally crouched by her position, chatting intimately with her for at least 3 minutes. I remember looking around and seeing all the white boys just staring intermittently at the two beautiful girls in the room, both of whom were doting on the only two black men in there. I sensed that my moment of enlightenment was being shared by the other white males in that room at that moment. There was an amazing sexual charge pulsing through the room. I’ll be honest, I think the two interracial couples knew the effect they were provoking and were secretly relishing their potency.
The Adonis then straightened his massive frame and casually strolled into the adjoined sonarium room which was otherwise empty. After 30 seconds, the sexy blonde got out of the jacuzzi and headed in to join him. It was at this point that I really saw the true scope of her beauty. Oh wow! She was a perfect model-like figure. Glamour model at that! Her body was 11/10. As she shimmied sexily towards the sonarium and more pertinently the stud, I was reminded of the famous movie line: “like jello on springs!” Perfection.
But rather than earlier, when I had selfish designs on her, I was now appreciating her beauty from a different perspective. It was as though I were a mere foot soldier staring enviously up at the Princess in her Royal box. I was a changed man. I had now tasted the sour dose of reality and knew that she, and other girls of her divine beauty, were quite simply out of my league. The oft quoted, yet sleazy, phrase “built for black men” had suddenly been personified and I swear that, at that moment, I very nearly came in my swim trunks. I left the two of them alone in there for a minute, out of sheer respect. As I waited I couldn’t help but watch the other young interracial couple continuing to frolic lustfully.
After waiting for my hard-on to subside, I excitedly pulled myself out of the water and scurried into the sonarium to join the Alpha couple. Why? I honestly don’t know. It is hard to explain. I can only suggest that I was discovering a new sexual persona that had previously laid dormant inside me. One who now knew his own limitations and frailties, but who could revel in the humiliation of inadequacy. Sad but true. I was seeking cuckold humiliation. I sat down across the room from them and listened to their flirty chat, stealing the occasional voyeuristic glance at their incredible physiques. I was still not sure whether they were actually a couple, but if not they seemed likely to become one. It was the next passage of events that finally showed me that I had changed forever. That I was a born masochist, or voyeur, or cuckold. Or all three!
So as to serve up any form of assistance that I could to aid the inevitable process of her imminent blacking at the hands of this superior male, I instinctively and submissively set about becoming as pathetic as possible. Almost as if the two polarised male figures in her presence would paint such a stark contrast that the image would forever emphasize in her mind the physical superiority of black men. I allowed my belly to heave outwards, making me seem heavily pregnant. I slumped my shoulders, which drew down my chest so that my growing man boobs hung obscenely over the top of my bulging stomach. And I dropped my head in a position of surrender. I sat there in silence, for minutes, listening to this erotic pairing in discussion how they both work so hard to maintain their perfect figures, and proclaiming that it is just something that has to be done if you take pride in your appearance.
At this juncture, I couldn’t help but plunge myself into a state of sheer torture. I turned my head towards these two perfect beings and loudly slapped my fat belly saying, “It’s true, I haven’t been here for a year and look at me.” The pair laughed at me. They laughed hard, both staring at my revolting flab and pale, hairy little legs. That moment seemed to linger forever and has haunted me since. I had, until that moment, clung to the misconception, borne out of comforting words from kind-hearted souls, that perhaps my obese body looked far worse to me and that, actually, I was a normal shape. But these two beautiful strangers, unlike my close family and friends, were not about to massage my ego.
When the two of them stopped their sniggering, the black man responded, “Well mate, at least you’re here which is a start.” The blonde agreed. She said, “Yeah, you’ve got a long way to go but, hey, keep going.”
They both laughed again and this time I pathetically did the same, but regrettably continued my high pitched laughing for an uncomfortably long period after they had both ceased their derisory chuckles.
I looked down again, and caught sight of my ugly white body. Having spent the previous 30 seconds looking at the black man’s huge muscular frame and the blonde’s soft, fit, curvy young body, I had almost forgotten how repulsive my chubby and inadequate white male body looked. I sat there as the two of them made plans to meet that night in one of the city centre bars. I then politely responded to their patronising words of encouragement as they left the sonarium together. As she pushed the door open, the black bull caressed her awesome peachy white bum as if to push her out of the room. The sight of his massive black hand stretched over her perfect soft white bottom coincided with my feeble erection reaching it’s maximum length in my swim shorts. I knew what I was witnessing right there and then. The fact that she hadn’t protested at his dominant mauling of her sacred ass had said it all; she would be his that very night. The couple walked through and out of the jacuzzi room, drawing stares of sheer envy from the drooling white boys. I averted my gaze to the original young couple just in time to see them passionately kiss.
My tiny dick was so hard and yet, because of its size, I felt entirely secure in stepping out of the sonarium and walking slowly through the room. I knew no one would be able to see whether my penis was soft or hard, or indeed would not particularly care either way. I got the sense that the other white boys in that room were also still reeling at the events that had transpired before them.
There had been no nudity or lewd sex acts. It had all been way more intimate and affecting than that. It had been a vivid display of the new era of sexual politics, one where white men will have to deal with the reality that their girls will harbour open lust for black men.
I felt useless and yet elated, if that is possible. Particularly because I knew why I was leaving. I wanted to catch one last sight of the beautiful interracial couple as they left the gym building itself. I don’t know why. I just felt that I needed to. Alas, despite rushing through the changing rooms and then sitting in my car for minutes afterwards, they did not appear. I had missed them. I drove home, feeling dejected, but submissively ecstatic for the two beautiful gym bunnies whom I had been lucky enough to feast my beady little eyes on, as they enjoyed the company of their respective black studs.
–your masochist voyeur cuckold!
Dear Sara – I’m not sure if I ran into a lesbian cuckoldress situation, but I know I got cucked. I thought I was going to be doing a threesome with these two hot chicks I met at a party. We went back to the one chick’s apartment. We were peeling our clothes off. The chicks started to 69 each other right in front of me. I tried to join in at that point and they told me to wait and watch. I thought ok, I’ll just stroke and watch. It’s not every night that you get to see two hot chicks licking each other live, instead of watching a lesbian sex video clip on xhamster.
But then I tried to join in again and this time they told me to go sit in the corner and watch. There was a chair in the corner of this chick’s bedroom, some dirty clothes of hers were laying on it. I sat down and took a pair of her panties that were on the chair and began stroking with those. The chicks were cumming and I was trying not to cum cos I knew any second they’d need my hard cock. Then the chick who lived in the apartment got up, opened a drawer in her dresser and took out some vibrators. They went back to their 69 and the vibrators sounded like a swarm of bees in the room. I was slowing down my stroke, hoping they’d need me any second.
OK I’m not a bad looking guy, I work out so my body looks good, my dick is 7″ with a nice cut head on it. Why didn’t they want me now? So I went over to them again and the one chick said, I told you to sit in the corner! Damn, that chick was denying me. I went back and sat down and stroked. The girls had so many orgasms I lost count. I finally was in that frenzy of stroking that I knew I had to blow a load, nothing could stop me, I was too far along and so then I just blew it in her panties. I don’t even know if they noticed I struck white oil and cum gushed into the chick’s panties, they were too locked up in that 69.
After they were drunk on orgasms, they just laid on the bed and kissed each other and were saying how good each other’s pussies tasted. Then they looked up and one chick said, you’re still here? I felt like such a cuck! Had I been totally cuckolded by lesbians or bisexual chicks from the get-go? If I was black and had 10″ would they have cucked me? Was it because I was just some white guy with a 7″ dick, nothing spectacular? Was it because I didn’t step up my game and say: don’t tell me to go sit in the corner, I have the cock you need, put those vibrators away? Maybe they thought I was too submissive, too into jerking off? Was the one chick a cuckoldress?
I’ll never know. I got dressed and left. Ha, at least my friends thought I did the two hottest chicks at the party, so I pretended I did and that I was such a stud. Until one of chicks posted on my Facebook: Jerk Off Loser! Panty Faggot Pussyboy Stroker! I hadn’t logged in for a few days and a few of my friends saw it on my wall. So I was busted. Do you think they were lesbians Cuckoldress and they wanted to humiliate me? Please help me. I need to figure this out.
I was cuckolded by my girlfriend, Fabiola, who is now my ex-girlfriend. We were living together, but she was always out partying with her friends from work. To make a long cuckold story short, and pun intended about my dick or lack of a dick, she met another guy who she was into and then one evening, I got home from work and she was gone. I know you need details for anything you post on Cuckoldress, so here are some details about me and Fabiola:
She would get home late, a little boozed up and never want sex with me. Not that I could blame her, she mocked how my tiny penis couldn’t get her off and she couldn’t feel it the few times we did have sex. So our sex life was me jerking off to porn and calling phone sex lines and her getting fucked by other men.
I knew it was only a matter of time before she left, but until then, at least all my friends and people I worked with didn’t think I was a pindick loser. They thought I had a hot piece living with me and everything was literally just “fab”. Fabiola didn’t even tell me she was moving in with some other dude. She texted me later that night that she had forgotten some things and would I put them in a bag, that she and her new man would be by to pick them up. Nothing about “goodbye” or “I left”. But I guess that was obvious.
Her new man even owned a car she said (I live in New York City and don’t own a car and the way she said it made it seem like he was superior for owning a car and keeping a car garaged in the city), so they’d swing by and he’d double park while she ran up to pick up the stuff she forgot. Like a dutiful cuckold, I put together all the things she forgot into a shopping bag and waited for her to show up. When she buzzed, I let her in, and I was actually kinda erect.
Fabiola is a stunning Brazilian girl who works for a modeling agency in the city. She has amazing tan skin, long dark hair, full lips. On retrospect, I think she was really only after a place to live, she first told me her place had been overrun by bed bugs. But later she told me, she was finding out after coming to NYC to work, that she could get men to do what she wanted. Why should she have to pay rent or spend any of her money. Men should spend money on her. Obviously, I was an easy target, a small dick loser she turned into a cuckold she could manipulate emotionally and financially. I had even given her credit cards to use for shopping and she shopped and spent whatever she wanted, leaving me with huge credit card bills to deal with, but I knew if I complained, she might leave me. So, I let her shop to her heart’s content.
The dirty: Fabi used me as a cuckold while she went “real man” shopping. She even told me when she walked in to get her bag that her new dude was a real man and I was not. Her new man had a huge cock. Her new man made more money than me. Then she proceeded to pull down her little shorts and panties and showed me her pussy and said this was the last time I would ever see her pussy and I better get on my knees and kiss it goodbye. At this point I was so aroused seeing her hypnotic pussy, I dropped to my knees in front of her and kissed her pussy lips. Then told me I was such a corno (the word for cuckold in Portuguese) and pulled up her panties and shorts, took her bag and left. I hope you can use my cuckold story for your blog. I know if you post it, just reading it on your blog will make me feel weak.
Here is my sad pathetic story about how I got cuckolded by my girlfriend. My girlfriend is always talking about celebrities and loves to read celebrity blogs and especially comments about interracial relationships. She watches the Kardashians reality tv show and then tells me how much Kim and Khloe love big black cock and that she’s seen black cock pictures on the internet and they look so huge. When she tells me this, my whiteboy dick starts to shrink in fear, but then gets hard, knowing how excited she is by black men and their big cocks. One night we had a fight while we were out at a club, we’d been drinking. Whenever she drinks, she gets a little crazy. I shouldn’t have left her there alone, but I did. I knew she could get home to our apartment in a taxi so I wasn’t worried. Well, she didn’t roll in till about 6 a.m. It was light outside and she looked like a ragdoll. Her hair was all messed up, her dress was like, I looked at it and realized her tight black dress with laser cut slits was on backwards. Her stockings were gone. She had no lip gloss left on her lips. She said she needed to take a shower. I could smell rum on her breath when I kissed her, she had been been drinking rum and diet cokes all night. But I also swore I could smell something saltier, like sweat or cum or something.
So I went back to bed and lay there. She took her shower then came in the bedroom. She had popped on one of her little sleep t-shirts and climbed into bed. I tried to have sex with her, but she pushed me away and said she was too tired. Later that morning, but close to noon, while she was still sleeping, her cell phone was vibrating like off the hook. She doesn’t keep her cell phone locked down, so I thought, shit, I’ll check her text messages. Some are from her girls wanting to know if she’s ok, and the others are from a number I don’t recognize. “Is your pussy sore? Want some more of this?” “Wakey wakey taste the bakey.” And then there was a picture of a big black cock. Staring at me on her phone. I wanted to throw the phone against the wall, but instead I jacked off right next to my girlfriend imagining her tight little pussy getting fucked by that huge black cock. Now what do I do?
Cuckolded by a cell phone photo of a BBC
When I bought a new BMW, some girls I know wanted me to take them out clubbing in my new car. They told me I had to be their designated driver and I wasn’t allowed to drink. I didn’t dream that I was going to be cuckolded by hot girls. That night I also had to pay all the door charges and drinks for everyone, even some of their hottie BFFs they ran into. I’ll admit I’m not the hottest guy around by any stretch. I’m kind of nerdy, skinny, pale and wear glasses, but I make a lot of money as a software engineer and the BMW was a reward to myself. I mistakenly thought that in exchange for driving around these girls and paying for everything, at least one of them would flirt with me, but all they did was talk to each other and text and ignore me. Still, just being around three hot chicks all night was giving me a stiffie. Then as the girls got more drunk, they started flirting with other guys at the last club we went to and two of them even split and went home with those guys leaving me with Kyra.
I fantasized that Kyra would be really drunk, horny and want me, but when I was driving her back to her place, all she was doing was texting other friends the details about her two friends who were hooking up. Then Kyra told me as we were getting back to her place was that we should swap cars for the rest of the weekend. Her Hyundai for my BMW. She said she loved the way my new car smelled and she wanted to drive it around and would drop it off Sunday night. I thought I might score some pussy on Sunday night when she brought my BMW back, so I let her have the keys and drove her older Hyundai back home. Then I just jerked off imagining getting some pussy, because of the new BMW. Well, it’s been a week since I’ve seen my BMW. I keep calling and texting Kyra, but all she does is text me back that “you can keep driving the Hyundai cuz it’s what you deserve”. And I feel so powerless and weak. I’ve been masturbating like a cuckold all week thinking about Kyra driving my car and maybe taking her friends out in my car. I think this is what you wrote about on your other blog and called it “car cuckolding”. Plus I know if I call the cops, they will just laugh at me. The pathetic thing is I told all my friends I bought a new Bimmer and they’re like where is it and I lied and said there were some problems with it and it’s being fixed and I’m driving a rental car! I’m so humiliated. I know I’ve been cuckolded by hot girls, even if in this definition of cuckolding, they are ignoring me and driving my car and possibly using my car to go out and hook up with other guys.
weak and cuckolded
I have to confess something about one of my neighbors. We live in a very upscale neighborhood of executive homes where most of the homes border a private golf course. You know the big two story brick homes with immaculate lawns, swimming pools, SUVs or luxury cars in the driveways. Well, a few of my other neighbors and my wife and I thought one of our neighbors, the X’s (don’t want to reveal their last name) were into drugs. Why? We kept seeing 3 nights a week (at least), the same black guy stop over and leave after about an hour, maybe less. We thought he was a drug dealer and our neighbors were buying drugs from him. Talk about racial profiling. We were guilty! But, our neighbors didn’t seem like the type to do drugs. The wife is smoking hot, blond, big fake boobs, sexy as hell, and owns a business where she imports hair extensions from China and makes a mint. The husband was an executive a large corporation, kind of overweight and wimpy and lost his job in the economic downturn. But the wife’s business was going like gangbusters, so they weren’t in any danger of losing their home. Finally, one of the nosiest of our neighbors asked the blond hot wife what the deal was with their black “friend” and the blond hot wife laughed and revealed he was her black bull lover! So she was a cuckoldress and her wimpy out of work hubby was a cuckold! Then the word got out that this was a blacks on blondes cuckold sex relationship. We all felt guilty for thinking the black guy was a drug dealer and not a well hung black bull taking care of the sex needs of the blond cuckoldress!
Evidence that one of my blog reader’s girlfriends is a Cuckoldress!
I am very suspicious that my beautiful GF is cuckolding me and that she has become my girlfriend Cuckoldress. At first I was thinking I should just break up with her and move on, but then the more I thought about how she was psychologically and verbally cuckolding me, the more it aroused me. Here are some of my suspicions that she might be cuckolding me, without 100% intending to turn me into a cuckold, but now I feel like I am a cuckold regardless!
A loyal reader of your Cuckold Blog
1) She went for a tanning session at a nearby salon. When she returned she took great delight in telling me about the girl who works at the salon, and that the girl was telling her about how she was going over to see her boyfriend who is from Nigeria. Apparently, he was over here for 6 months, and she loves him now and is going to Africa in the summer to be with him. My girlfriend then said she’d told her to be careful as she’d heard stories of pretty white girls being kidnapped and enforced prostitution and that this girl seemed so sweet and innocent. When I began to say she didn’t seem so innocent, my girlfriend finished my sentence with “… not that innocent if she’s taking big black cock! And she won’t be the same when she gets back from Nigeria!” My Cuckoldress girlfriend found it wonderfully amusing about how this sweet little salon girl was about to be changed forever by her blackings in Africa!
2) We were watching Snoop Dogg’s ‘Puff Puff Pass’ youtube web tv show and Snoop was talking about how when Reggie Bush was engaged to Kim Kardashian, they took a trip to Africa together. Snoop commented that Kim seemed to be mesmerized by the big black African cocks and couldn’t take her eyes off them, as evidenced in a video of their trip. Coincidentally, after they got back from Africa, Kim broke off her relationship with Reggie. Reggie blamed it on Kim cheating, Kim blamed it on their opposing schedules. My girlfriend remarked that Kim probably wanted an even bigger cock than Reggie Bush, “like y’know a huge uncut African cock.”
3) When we awoke the other morning, my girlfriend Cuckoldress recounted a dream she’d just had. She explained “I dreamt that I had been with a black man and that I got pregnant. I remember not knowing whether to tell you in case when the baby came it was black!” I kissed her and asked if she had something she wanted to confess. She laughed and replied “I haven’t been with any black men – haha!” Secretly, I thought to myself “not yet” – and imagined just how powerful her lust for black cock must be to feel obliged to share a dream such as that with her own white boyfriend! I hope my girlfriend Cuckoldress takes me deeper into being her cuckold.