Tales of a Cuckoldress: Our First Black Experience

By Jane Snow

Sarah and Jim are an average married couple, living a repetitive, relatively unexciting life. She's a busy career woman, while her husband is a former athlete, now working in sports management for a living. Out of the blue, Sarah asks Jim about his wildest fantasy. His 40th birthday is coming and she wants to fulfill it.

Her husband is extremely hesitant at first, unable to just tell her, but as she presses, he finally spills the beans... he wants to be cucked. Sarah is initially very confused, as she's never heard the term before. Jim explains that he wants to see her have sex with another man while he watches... and for his fantasy, it wouldn't be just any man but a black man. Sarah isn't sure it's a good idea at first, but the more she thinks on it, she feels it might be a nice way to spice up their mundane life. They agree to try it and start the search for a big black man that can fulfill Jim's fantasy for his birthday and let them have their first black experience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Powers
• Release date: Apr 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005752118

Jane Snow

Jane Snow loves chocolate but more importantly, she loves chocolate, ebony men. Their hot, muscular glistening bodies get her juices flowing and put her mind in the clouds of ecstasy. She loves fantasizing about big black men and sharing her fantasies with you.

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Tales of a Cuckoldress

Our First Black Experience

By Jane Snow

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© 2022 Jane Snow

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

I wiped sweat from my forehead as I opened the refrigerator. The cool breeze from it made me pause and let out a small sigh. It was far too hot this summer. My husband, Joe wandered by and looked at me.

Birds chirped outside, bringing me out of my light slumber. As I opened my eyes, I immediately squinted as small slivers of the sun made their way through the gaps in the blinds. I sighed and turned, placing my left arm on my husband’s chest. He was still knocked out, snoring gently as he dreamt away.

We had made it a small habit to take naps during the day on weekends. There was nothing much else to do, other than streaming movies and shows. We used to go hiking but his knees and back were killing him each time. He was only 40, yet his body was that of someone in their 60s, his knees shot from years of playing baseball in high school and college, his back sore from sitting constantly at his cubicle working at a sports management firm after his stint in baseball.

He had sports therapy sessions on weekends to help but his style of ‘going hard’ at everything he did only seemed to hinder his progress. I gently rubbed my hand on his hairy chest. It was on the flabbier side, though I could feel a hint of muscle beneath it all. He had also managed to build a decently large gut over the years. His eating habits hadn’t changed after he went from playing baseball to sitting at a cubicle.

A small sigh escaped my lips as I looked at him. We hadn’t been intimate in over six months. A part of me wondered if he had found another woman, but I had dismissed the thought. He was as loyal as they come. Yet, whenever we did try to get intimate, he had trouble getting excited, his manhood unable to get hard. I sometimes wondered if it was because of me, if I was getting out of shape, no longer the ideal body type that would excite him.

We had discussed getting the blue pill to help but he refused, thinking that it was just too soon for