Happy Birthday Cuckold

By Bobbi Love

It is David's birthday and he is married to the perfect woman. Him and his wife are one of those cute married couples with it all. But when their relationship starts to turn stale, David finds himself unable to fulfill all of his wife's needs. Luckily they meet George.

The only black man who lives in their neighborhood, George is everything David isn't.

George is older, bigger, far more powerful, dominant, and black as coal.

Before that fateful night David could have never imagined Hannah with a man like George. But opposites attract. And George (as it turns out) is the perfect birthday present for a good little hubby who likes to sit back and watch.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bobbi Love
• Release date: Feb 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463822999

Bobbi Love

Hi, I'm Bobbi Love. Obviously, this is not my real name. This is only my fake name. Hm, what else? Well, I'm from Texas. I was born in 1985. I've always had a very dirty imagination, I suppose. I wrote my first "novel" when I was eleven years-old. (It was about a group of mermaids who started an all-girl band, ha ha.) But after that I sort of stopped writing. Then I went to an all-girl college in Texas. Now I'm married to one of the best guys in the world. Unfortunately, he has no idea what a dirty, depraved, messed-up woman he has on his hands. Ha ha. Well, I hope you guys enjoy my stories. Please feel free to leave comments, or suggestions, or reviews or whatever. KK, thx!

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Happy Birthday Cuckold

Interracial, Cuckold, Hotwife Erotica

Copyright 2019 Bobbi Love

Published by Bobbi Love at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

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Part One

Until very recently, I've always lived a very privileged life. I'm sure you know the type. Handsome, rich, charming. Some people might have even called me a little arrogant.

But considering how much my circumstances have changed —how humiliating and confusing everything has become— those old glory days of my youth now seem like the distant dream of a very naive young man. I guess I got the ultimate reality check. Because back then, in those days, I didn't even know what a cuckold was. I didn't know what a bull was either. And, although I am not a racist person, you simply never saw white women giving birth to black babies.

Especially not a woman like my wife.

Hannah McDougal. We met during our junior years in college. Hannah was a gorgeous girl who wore short denim skirts and talked with a Texan twang. It was love at first sight. We were both majoring in business administration and right away it seemed that we'd known each other our whole lives. Having grown up in affluent families, we were accustomed to the good life. Both of us wanted to make lots of money. So after graduation we found jobs, got married, and bought our first house that was big enough for some kids. Things were looking good. Everyone in Hannah's family had natural blonde hair and blinding blue eyes. They were the most Aryan people I'd ever seen. They looked like models too. So I knew our kids were going to be gorgeous.

Well, at least, that was what I assumed was going to happen...

To be honest, being married to Hannah was better than anything I had ever dreamed of. It was more than just the sex. She was so kind, honest, smart, and had the most adorable laugh. She was as comfortable at the opera as she was at a Houston Astros playoff game —with a beer in her hand and her blonde ponytail swinging from the back of her ball cap. The fact that we were both climbing the corporate ladder together made us closer. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, especially those first few whirlwind years of married life.

But eventually things changed. We got older. Our bank accounts grew, yes, but so did the inches around my waistline, the wrinkles around my eyes —not to mention the number of new responsibilities at the office. My libido suffered. Sometimes after a long day of putting out fires, I didn't want to do anything that required energy. This included having sex with Hannah. Instead I just wanted to stuff my face with food and watch a movie —despite how sexy Hannah looked walking around our house in her little T-shirt and panties. And despite how badly she begged me to fulfill my husbandly duties.

But that is life, right?

We get older. Sometimes things don't work as often as they used to. I encouraged Hannah to purchase a special toy for her female needs. But her conservative upbringing caused her to balk at such a notion.

All in all things were going fine until my 30th birthday.

There were some days, while standing in front of the bathroom mirror, that I almost didn't recognize