Interracial Cuckolding Super Collection

By Lisa Winters

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This is the definitive collection of the Lisa Winters' Interracial Cuckolding stories! It contains six stories following John and his wife Marilyn as she cheats and cuckolds him. John's humiliation and degradation is absolute as his wife not only sleeps with his black boss, but makes him a participant in the fun! If you love cuckolding and humiliation you won't want to miss this collection!

This collection contains:
Cuckolded By My Black Boss Part 1
Cuckolded By My Black Boss Part 2
Cuckolded By My Black Boss Part 3
Cuckolded By My Black Boss...Again Part 1
Cuckolded By My Black Boss...Again Part 2
Cuckolded By My Black Boss...Again Part 3

This 27,000 word collection contains hot, explicit language. It is intended for mature readers

• Language: English
• Publisher: Winters-Marazza Publishing
• Release date: Aug 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311674753

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Interracial Cuckolding Super Collection

Lisa Winters

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Table of Contents

Cuckolded by my Black Boss

Cuckolded by my Black Boss II: Locked up

Cuckolded by my Black Boss III: All In

Cuckolded By My Black Boss…Again! Part 1

Cuckolded By My Black Boss…Again! Part 2

Cuckolded By My Black Boss…Again! Part 3

Cuckolded By My Black Boss 1

I love the holidays. The chill in the air, the glittering lights along every street and building, the constant holiday music—it might just be my favorite time of year. This year was going to be special, it was my 5 year anniversary with Marilyn, my wife. She married me two weeks before Christmas the year I graduated law school. She was perfect in every way—smart, funny, beautiful. She was 28, I was 29. In the small community of corporate attorneys where we both worked, we were considered rising stars. I was a junior attorney at one of the city’s largest firms, she an in-house lawyer for a fortune 500 company. For both of us, however, the holiday’s offered a chance to slow our franticly-paced lives and focus on each other.

The holidays weren’t obligation-free however. Tonight, we had my company’s annual holiday ball. I was wearing my usual tuxedo, but Marilyn looked stunning. She had always been gorgeous, but even as she neared thirty, her elegance was timeless. She was tall, almost 5’9" in heels. Her frame was slender, but she retained an excellent hourglass figure—just enough breasts and hips to give curves in all the right places. Her straight brown hair came to just above her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and deep. There was no one else like her. Her dress--tight fitting and elegant—showed off her great figure. Diamond stud earrings, tennis bracelet, and of course my wedding ring. The stone is small—I was buying it with my meager salary while trying to pay down both our law-school debts—but it is a symbol of out love.

Dressed to the nines, Marilyn and I headed down the stairs of our apartment building to our car below. After a 20 minute drive to the hotel, we toss the keys to the valet, and enter. My boss loves to tell me that our firm makes its money on it’s reputation as the best. He made sure we secured at with this party. It is in the grand ballroom of the nicest hotel in the city. A photographer is on hand, as are countless caters parading around trays of high end food. Wine is free and plentiful of course. Unfortunately, I’m not here to get drunk. I’m on the clock, and my clients are all over the floor. I’m here to basically reassure my clients that we are best, most capable, most respected law firm in the country. And this means charming each and every one of them. But first, I need to say hi to the boss.

My boss, a senior partner in the firm, is Daryl. Daryl is maybe 10 years older than I, pushing forty. But his is a gym rat, and seems to have only gotten more muscular with age. There are more than a few water cooler jokes about Daryl and steroids. Daryl is also black, which makes him stand out among senior partners. But my god, he is an outstanding attorney. The perfect combination of brains, charm and brawn. He stands above nearly everyone else at the party, he is at least 6’2, but appears taller with his broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms. Even his tux can’t conceal his physique. He shaves his head now, ever since he started going grey. He spots me from across the room and throws a giant hand in the air.

Jonny! He cries out, How ya doin’? Glad you could make it. He pats me on the back as I walk up. I feel minuscule compared to him. He stands easily 4 inches above me. 4 inches and about 100 lbs of muscle. I introduce him to Marilyn. She is beaming and charming as always. He is talking to two clients in the same industry as Marilyn. She is too much of a predator to pick the brain of how her competitors are doing business. I leave her and Daryl to their conniving, and head out to mingle with the clients.

As the night wore on, I found myself having to shoot the shit with more and more clients. I looked over and saw Marilyn still with Daryl, talking to two other people. I noticed Marilyn touch his arm very so slightly. It didn’t faze me. When I was talking to a client and his wife about the local sports team, I caught out of the corner of my eye, Daryl’s hand resting for a moment on my wife’s lower back. Way low. It unnerved me a little, but I was here for work, I had a job to do. As the night began to wind down, I went looking for my wife, whom I had not seen all night. I was busy sure, but I was still a little miffed that I had to deflect well-meaning questions of, Well, where’s your wife, John? Hanging on my bosses arm, apparently.

When I said farewell to the last of my clients, I found my boss and my wife sitting together at a deserted table, they were laughing deeply, but when they saw me approach they stopped abruptly, as if I had caught them doing something dirty. You ready to go, honey? Marilyn chirped. I affirmed that I was more than ready to go. She rose, gave Daryl a long, firm embrace. Longer than I was okay with. I just wanted to leave. Daryl shook my hand firmly. Thanks for coming you tonight. Have a good holiday.

Thanks Daryl. I was having a great one so far. We got in the car drove home in awkward silence. I made it home, and was more than ready to ditch my tux and crawl into bed. I did just that. I was half asleep by the time Marilyn crawled into bed as well.

* * *

I was back at the party. I was across the room from my wife and Daryl at the table. Everyone else was gone. I wanted to walk to my wife but I couldn’t. I was frozen in place. I watched my boss’ hand slide down my wife’s back. She smiled and carried on like it was nothing. I watched as he hand wrapped around his muscular arm. Soon they were facing each other, talking in hushed whispers. My wife leaned in slowly and kissed him. My boss. I was shocked, but still I couldn’t move. I tried to shout, but for some reason, I couldn’t speak. I could only look on in horror as they both stood. Daryl’s dark, muscular arms wrapped around Marilyn’s slender form and drew her close to him. They locked eyes briefly and then met in kiss, more passionate than the last. Her pale skin stood in stark contrast to her lover’s darkness. As their lips parted, their eyes locked on one another, my wife’s slender hands slide down his chest, and began to unbutton his jacket. They kissed again as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. Her hands rested on his chest, she seemed to be reveling in his strong muscular pecs. His hands roughly grabbed Marilyn’s ass—his hands were so large they encompassed the entirety of my wife’s behind. She barely acknowledged his forceful pawing