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Slut and Cuck

by HerLittlePiggy 07/09/14

"Baby Girl you're fine," he said confidently as he danced beside me with my sexy wife. I was used to her getting hit on, especially by black men. She had a beautiful round ass and a trim waist that drew admiring looks wherever we went and it attracted black men to her like a moth to a flame. But I wasn't used to the man being so blatantly aggressive with her when I was within ear shot and my blood began to boil.

"Thanks," my wife replied somewhat dismissively and I felt my rage begin to dissipate. That was the woman I knew and loved. She liked the attention from other men, she always had and she liked making me a little jealous but she never let things go too far.

"I like these hips," he continued in a deep baritone, not unlike the voice of Barry White. His hands grabbed my wife's wide hips and he turned her around so that her thick juicy ass was facing his front. Her hips writhed to the heavy rhythmic bass and he pulled her back against him making my anger return afresh. My face became flushed and I counted slowly to myself to quell my rising temper.

"Calm down sugar," his wife purred in a calm yet authoritative tone. She was a pretty dark skinned woman with a slender yet curvy body and a thick Caribbean accent that simultaneously excited yet calmed me. The four of us had been dancing for a few hours switching partners whenever the ladies tired of my nonexistent rhythm and laughable dance moves. She put her dark sinewy arms around my neck and moved before me with a sensuous grace that made my heart race for an entirely different reason. I'd never been particularly attracted to black women but she was as sexy as anyone I'd ever seen and there was no doubt that given the chance, under the right circumstances, I'd have leapt into her bed. "Let Franky work his magic and you worry about keeping me happy." Her reasoning was sound and I felt a familiar tingle between my legs.

She released her arms from my neck and turned around with her firm round ass just inches from my rapidly growing dick. I tried to imitate her husbands move and put my hands on her hips but she quickly brushed them away and turned back to face me.

"You don't touch," she said in a stern, authoritative tone like a teacher scolding a student. She had a natural presence and a commanding demeanor that really excited me. I'd often pleaded with my wife to take charge in bed but she, unlike Sharice, was largely passive sexually and my pleas had always fallen on deaf ears.

"Sorry," I replied meekly. I wasn't used to being bullied and ordered around. In everyday life I was a take charge person but the way she carried herself I felt out of my element and uncharacteristically out of control.

My eyes fluttered from Sharice's sharp dark eyes to my wife and her husband. His hands had moved up her slim waist and they cupped her chest as his hips ground against her bountiful butt. She glanced at me for a moment and she instinctively moved his hands away from her tits when she saw me looking. My pretty wife had an hour glass figure and with the help of a Victoria Secret push up bra she looked perfectly proportioned but the truth was that when she was naked her tits looked disproportionate with her ample hips and she was exceedingly self conscious of her smallish yet pert breasts.

"Don't worry about her little man," Sharice sail as she raked her long painted red nails down my broad muscular chest. He touch felt good and decidedly sexual and I felt my cock continue to inflate in my somewhat tight jeans. I wasn't used to being called little man and it seemed strange to me. I was a big guy, well over six feet with broad shoulders and powerful arms and legs. I was bigger and more muscular than 95% of the population and as such I certainly didn't qualify as a "little man." Her fingers continued down my stomach and closed around the bulge in my pants. A devilish grin spread across her pretty face showing the stark contrast between her dark skin and her bright white teeth. "Frank will take care of your pretty wife and if you play your cards right you'll get some fine black pussy tonight."

My eyes closed and a low, involuntary moan rose from my chest as I savored her firm, knowing touch. I'd been married for nearly fifteen years and no woman other than my wife had touched my dick in all that time. I'd always been faithful and I'd never dreamed that I might get the opportunity to have sex with anyone else, much less an incredibly sexy black woman. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning. Everything was moving fast and it was all very out of character for both my wife and me. We had never engaged in any type of group sexual activity and while we had, on rare occasions, role played and fantasized about having a threesome it was something that I'd been certain would never happen and our fantasies were always about a threesome with another woman. That I knew would never happen because my wife was a straight as any woman could be.

"Stop," my wife said in a small almost childlike voice that shook slightly with tremolo. Her resistance was somewhat refreshing but it was short lived and a deep sigh followed it shaking me from my lust fueled trance.

I glanced at my wife and saw her lean into his thick powerful body with her eyes half closed. He was several inches shorter than I with broad shoulders and huge arms and legs but he was thick around the middle with a slight paunch and even though he was a few years younger than me I had a much better body. That said he was an attractive guy with a strong dominant personality and my wife's hands rested on his massive, muscle bound arms as they continued to move to the beat of the music.

"Don't worry about the big man," Sharice said as her finger nails raked up and down my turgid shaft sending jolts of pleasure through me. My pulse quickened and my body temperature rose making sweat form on my brow despite the cool temperature of the crowded dance club. My wife and I had stopped into the club on a whim after leaving a neighboring sports bar. We, like Frank and Sharice, were in town for a short vacation over a long weekend and we had learned that they were staying at the same hotel as us, just a block down the street. "He will take care of business. That's what you want isn't it?" She asked in a low whisper. Her full red lips brushed against my earlobe and her warm breath danced on the nape of my neck sending a shiver down my spine.

I turned my face towards hers, hoping to kiss her. I was acting on instinct and my lust clouded mind was unable to accept that there could be ramifications to my actions.

"Not yet little man," Sharice teased. Her lips brushed across mine and her tongue flicked my lips playfully. Her hand gripped my dick and she squeezed it hard. She was surprisingly strong despite her thin sinewy arms and I felt precum ooze from my needy cock as a wave of ravenous desire washed over me making me feel wanton and randy. I didn't know why she kept calling me little man but at that point I didn't care. I wanted her and I was willing to allow her husband a chance at me wife to get her.

I glanced furtively at my wife in the dimly lit club as a new song poured through the speakers. My hips undulated and I struggled to dance as my dick strained against my jeans. Her hands moved down Frank's well defined arms and when they reached his hands he guided her to the prominent bulge in his expensive, tailored dress slacks. Her eyes widened and a mischievous playful smile spread across her face.

My wife's eyes met mine for a moment. "Oh my god," she mouthed silently as she held his dick in her small hand. I have an above average dick in both length and girth and My wife had always maintained that my dick was the biggest that she had ever had though her sample was admittedly rather small. She'd also always insisted that size didn't matter to her anyway and anything bigger than me would hurt and she, unlike some women I'd known, did not like pain at all.

"She wants him sugar," Sharice purred in her sexy Caribbean accent. Her right hand continued to stroke my cock as her left cupped my firm ass cheek through my pants. "We should head back to the hotel." She whispered sending chills through my hyper excited body. I nodded, unable to think or speak, and she released my dick from her firm grip. She took my hand in hers and started to lead me off the dance floor.

I looked at my wife and shrugged and my wife smiled knowingly. My head was turning and my body was on fire. Sharice whispered something to Frank as she passed him and she led me out of the crowded club leaving Frank alone with my wife to do as he pleased without my watchful eyes.

"Don't worry little man, they're coming too. Big Frank just wants some time alone with your pretty wife first," Sharice said in a sultry voice that sounded as sexy as anything I'd ever heard. Her long nails scratched my back and she walked quickly in her tall heals leading us to the hotel in a surprisingly short time.

Sharice pinned me against the wall of the elevator the moment the doors closed to take us up to her 10th floor suite. Her strong hands toyed with my firm, muscular pecs and she looked into my eyes with a sharp penetrating gaze that left no doubt that she was in complete control. "I'm gonna like this," she purred as she tweaked my nipples sending jolts of pain through them. I moved my hands up towards her slim hips and she brushed them away again.

"I told you once little man, you don't touch," she said curtly. Her right hand moved to my throat and her long manicured nails dug into my flesh as her left hand cupped my cock and balls making me shudder when she started to squeeze them. Despite my nearly 100lb weight advantage over her she scared the shit out of me and I quickly complied with her stern command. I had often fantasized about being dominated by a powerful dominatrix but I'd never been with a truly dominant woman.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly. I sounded weak and pathetic and it was out of character but an oddly welcome change from the daily pressure to always be in control. The elevator chime sounded, signaling that we'd arrived at her floor. Sharice released my throat from her grasp and turned abruptly towards the door. I could feel the divots from where her nails had dug into my flesh and my balls were a little sore as well. She pulled out her key card and opened the door before letting me inside first like she was the man and I was her date.

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