The Cuckold Bedroom

By B.J. Blueboy

The young white clean cut couple had the perfect marriage until the black stud moved into the apartment next door to theirs and the pretty young wife caught his eye. The husband began having the fantasies first. They were just fantasies, but the black stud knew as if he could read the husbands thoughts. Before the husband knew what hit him his wife knew too. What happens when a black bull...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dirty Bird Publishing
• Release date: Oct 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301011278

B.J. Blueboy

B.J. Blueboy is a Southern California author. He has a secret closet submissive nature that was nurtured by his mother at a very young age. He has channeled this submissive nature into a passion for interracial gay, femdom, transgender and cuckold slut wife erotica with a BDSM slant. He is recently engaged to be married to a cuckolding dominatrix. He is the author of the continuing Wimpy White Boy series. Look for more books from B.J. Blueboy soon

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The Cuckold Bedroom

Published By B.J. Blueboy

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Copyright 2012 B.J. Blueboy

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The cuckold bedroom is a very confusing place. It’s a place that cultivates conflicting emotions that bring the cuckold both pleasure and pain. You may think the cuckold bedroom is about nothing but humiliation and degradation, but the humiliation and powerlessness the cuckold absorbs from the cuckold bedroom actually adds to his euphoria and makes him climax better than he could ever hope to climax during normal sex with a faithful partner in a monogamous relationship. In fact in some cases, the more dominating and demeaning the wife and/or the bull and/or bulls are, the more powerful the cuckold will climax. My bedroom was turned into a cuckold bedroom a few years into my marriage.

It all started when this black guy named Rodney moved into the apartment right next door to the apartment my wife and I were living in. He was this huge muscular black guy who practically lived in the gym and actually worked there as a personal trainer. It seemed like the only other thing he did besides work out was bang hot pussy. Though not always, usually they were white women. One thing that was always true though is that he made them scream like they were victims of an assault. My wife and I could hear him fucking them out of their minds right through our bedroom walls because the apartment walls and the bedrooms were designed adjacent to one another.

There he goes again, my wife Julia would say to me when he had a date over and the screaming started. She would roll her eyes, but I could tell even back then that she was at least just a little bit curious. How could she not have been? I had never been able to make her scream like that. Oh how I wished I had whatever he had that those women freaked over in that bedroom next door. I guess the seed was getting planted even as early as back then because even though I had not yet fantasized about Rodney with my gorgeous wife, I did start getting hard when we started to hear those female screams of orgasmic pleasure.

They’re faking, Julia would at first insist more often than not, but again I would always imagine I saw that curiosity in her eyes.

Anyway, I’d had walked by the guy in the hallway a few times and attempted to say hi, but he passed right by me as if I didn’t exist. It wasn’t until he saw me with Julia that he actually acknowledged my existence at all and even then it was more of a strange examination. He smiled at Julia and asked