December 16, 2024 • 12 mins
Robert and his wife, Sara, are on vacation. They are supposed to be having fun together, but instead, Sara, his ultra-conservative wife, has chosen the prefect opportunity to loosen up from her typical attitude back home.
One evening, a black stranger named Leon accosts Sara for a dance. Robert sits back and watches, boiling upset, unaware of how the evening was going to end. Never could he have imagined what lay in store for him to witness that night. And it's a night he knows he's never going to forget.
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One evening, a black stranger named Leon accosts Sara for a dance. Robert sits back and watches, boiling upset, unaware of how the evening was going to end. Never could he have imagined what lay in store for him to witness that night. And it's a night he knows he's never going to forget.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Robert nursed his beer while getting agitated with each passing minute.
He sat at a table alone while he focused his
eyes on his middle aged wife cavorting with a black
stranger across the room. They had been dancing for a
while and didn't appear to be winding down. The music
was Caribbean high life, with an appealing rhythm, infectious enough
(00:20):
to make you on to leave your chair and join
the crowd in the nightclub. Robert had two left feet
and was incapable of doing anything beyond a twisted shuffle. Sara, however,
was buoyaned and giddy and wanted to enjoy the evening
while it lasted. The black stranger had appeared out of nowhere,
ingenuously wrenched her from Robert's grasp and asked her to dance.
(00:44):
Sarah went willingly, to Robert's amazement. Usually, she would have
thought twice about letting herself be swayed by another man,
especially as stranger. Sarah was too conservative of a wife
to express any form of liberal mindedness victually when it
came to having a good time. Except they were miles
from home, this was as liberal as it gets. The
(01:07):
black man was of average height and bore a slight
paunch in his gut, his smile never once wavered as
he spurnt Sarah around, and even Sarah couldn't stop gushing
as she drew away slightly while swinging her hips before
the black stranger grabbed her arm and pulled her into
his embrace. They looked so happy with each other, almost
the same as every other dancing couple around them. It
(01:29):
would be a shame if Robert were to go over
and end their union, which was what he had been
contemplating for several minutes now. It was surprising to sit
there and observe his wife, who he couldn't recall the
last time she'd been so happy, so unconcerned about him
or their immediate environment back home. It was a burden
to entice Sarah to go out and have fun, regardless
(01:52):
of the countless he gave her, including hall passes, to
spend time with anyone she encountered, whether at her workplace
or if any of her friends had the tamarear to
set her up with a male friend. Never had she
been persuaded enough to fall. She usually had plenty of
excuses than take any piece of bait. Here. She was
acting like nothing if such ever existed. Seeing her interact
(02:15):
with her newfound black friend, one would assume she had
always been a partying type of girl. Nothing about her
past was prevalent here, not even her episcopalian background she
inherited from her parents. To Robert, his wife was a
completely different woman from the one he had been married
to for the past decade. Robert drained his glass of
(02:35):
scotch and was counting off numbers in his head before
rising to his feet when he noticed Sarah and her
partner stopped their dancing streak and were returning to his table.
They stopped to briefly correspond. Robert had no idea whatever
was discussed between them, and felt more nervous when Sarah
burst into laughter and nodded her head. Whatever her head
(02:57):
nodding meant, he knew he was about to find out.
As they approach couched his table. Hi, honey, Sarah kissed
his cheek before sitting down. You enjoyed watching us dance, Yeah,
pretty much, said Robert. You looked good together. The black
man pulled a chair and sat down, gasping from the
(03:18):
energy he had expended on the dance floor. There was
a ring of sweat around the torsa region of his
t shirt. I'm sure going to need a bath when
I get back to my room, he remarked. What floor
in the hotel are you staying on, asked Robert on
the fourth Sarah said, we're on the ninth. Don't worry,
(03:40):
you can come shower in our suite instead. Robert's eyes
flew wide open and blurted what Sarah looked at him,
still sweating and bubbling with excitement. Her dress was drenched
in sweat and her nipples poked against the fabric. Robert
felt embarrassed that her black friend had probably noticed them too. Honey,
(04:01):
I'm thinking Leon here can come over to our suite
for a night cap, said Sarah. What do you say, Han, Honey,
I don't think we should. Sure we can, Sarah interjected.
Then Rose, come on, let's head back to the hotel.
I'm fucking sweaty like a hippo. Write now. That was
(04:23):
another thing that astounded Robert, hearing his wife utter the
word fuck. Never had he caught Sarah mentioning that word before.
She was prone to admonish him if ever he used
that word in her presence. Something had definitely changed with her.
Leon stood up and adjusted his shirt. Then Robert stood up,
settled the bill for his drink, and then they headed
(04:44):
back towards the hotel grounds, which wasn't far from the
night club. Robert walked two steps behind Sarah and Leon,
both continuing their chatter unmindful of his presence. Robert caught
snatches of conversation, but nothing concrete beside the their laughter.
He gasped when Leon slid his hand downward to pinch
(05:04):
Sarah's butt. This Sarah, he knew, wouldn't have hesitated to
smack him for his audacity. Instead, this Sarah didn't appear
to mind. She even appealed for him to do it again,
which he kindly repeated. Unbothered about Robert's tight gaze, Robert
kept his distance as they entered the hotel and rode
the elevator that deposited them on their floor. He assumed
(05:28):
Sarah might change her mind, but then realized that wasn't so.
As she led her black friend down the corridor towards
their suite, she stopped and indicated to Robert to do
the honors of opening the door for them. Robert swiped
his card against the handle and invited them inside. Sarah
took Leon into the bedroom and pointed to the bathroom.
(05:50):
Leon kicked off his sandals and then discarded his shirt
before disappearing inside. Sarah came into the living room and
hugged Robert, who was stunned and still upset with the
day's turn of events. Just what in the hell are
you doing, Sarah? Well, isn't it obvious, she replied, still
excited at her intentions. I cannot help myself, darling. I'm
(06:14):
in the mood and I can't help myself any more.
Robert watched her discard her clothes and stood half naked
before him. The fuck are you intending on doing? For
God's sake, this has to fucking stop. No can do, Robert.
She picked up her clothes and dropped them on the
nearest sofa. I'm going to fuck him, Robert, and you
(06:39):
can either watch or sit here and mind your own.
But that's what I'm about to do, see ya. Sarah
blew him a kiss and a wave before returning to
the bedroom. She opened the bathroom door and said ready
or not, here I come, then slipped inside, but didn't
bother to shut the door. Robert stood there in silent disbelief.
(07:03):
He wanted to think what was happening wasn't happening, But
then it was. It was sure as fire happening for real.
He broke into a smile and pumped his fist into
the air in victory. My god, he couldn't believe as
Sarah was doing this, he had found a man who
(07:23):
could break her will and remake her into the opposite
of what she had always been. This was an incredible feat,
and Robert felt the urgency to celebrate, but that would
wait until everything was concluded. Robert resumed the alarmed look
on his face and went to peep inside the bathroom.
He heard Sarah moone and knew something was being done
(07:44):
to her. He barely made out their feature from behind
the fugged glass of the bathroom stall, but he saw
enough that told him they had begun to fuck. He
returned to the living room, and minutes later, Sarah and
Leon bounded out of the bathroom, naked, cackling hilariously and
dripping water. Leon stopped to lift Sarah off her feet
and then carted her to the bed. Robert heard his
(08:07):
wife's high laugh and knew she was about to have
a great time. He waited patiently and listened as they
got settled, then approached the doorway to see how things
were going. He maintained a look of misery while bubbling
with glee underneath his masked exterior. Sarah lay on the bed,
squirming and throwing her head side to side, gasping while
(08:28):
Leon gented his face into her pussy. Sara spasmed and
made guttural noises while caressing Leon's head. Sarah looked towards Robert,
but her eyes were so glazed with lest she barely
saw him. Her mind had shot off on a rocket
to another planet, leaving him to himself. Leon came up
for air and edged between her spread thighs. Sarah lifted
(08:51):
her pelvis towards his prick. As it brushed against her flesh.
He wielded it, stroked it several times, then inched it
into her vagina. Give it to me, babe, saramone seconds
before she tensed up as he injected his manhood inside her.
She remained tense for some seconds before gradually letting himself
fall back on the bed. Her body unleashed a jerking
(09:14):
frenzy as her pussy acclimatized to his girth. Leon leaned forward,
only jerking his pelvis and thighs. His buttocks contracted each
time he slid deep into her cunt. Sara's legs flew up,
her toes nodded, and her face took on an anguished
chin while her mouth ex held her cries. Leon adjusted
(09:35):
himself to get better traction while maintaining his thrusts. Robert
pretended to look angry while he was actually enjoying the action.
Sara grabbed her spread thighs and maintained a gasping rhythm
as Leon began pluing her pussy hard and fast. His
prick guts soaked in her creamy juices the longer he
fed her cunt. They later switched positions and he got
(09:59):
Sara to ride him. Sarah felt relieved when this happened,
as her breathing got better with time. She tried to
keep up with his pace despite her awkward thrusts. It
had been weeks, months, fuck no decades since the last
time she felt this raunchy for sex. Sarah couldn't believe
(10:21):
how incredible it felt all these years. She promised herself
to make it up to Robert after tonight. My god,
if I'm ever going to survive tonight. Sarah lost count
of the multiple orgasms she suffered that night. The number
faded from her mind as Leon fucked her every which
(10:41):
way he could. Before he reached his own climax. He
pulled out of her and ejaculated over her. But Sarah
could barely lit herself off the bed. She was too
drained to do anything. Leon took a moment to catch
his breath before climbing off the bed. He tottered to
his feet, swiped a thick pool of sweat from his face,
(11:04):
and laughed at Robert. Looks like I've killed your bitch,
he said. He went to relax in the living room
while Robert went and got a handful of tissue to
wipe seamen off Sarah's backside. Sarah had fallen asleep and
barely knew what he had done. Robert shut the door
and thanked Leon for the wonderful accomplishment. You aren't going
(11:26):
to tell her about us, asked Leon later, as he
struggled into his clothes. Maybe later I will, Robert said,
But you can come by later tomorrow. Now you've gotten
her hooked, I know she'll want to see you again.
No problem, You know how to reach me in case,
(11:47):
they shook hands and Leon left their sweet Robert got
a drink out of the fridge to celebrate the monumental occasion.
Listen to this episode and otherwhil Erotic Cuckle Tales on
Shengo's own POPT webcast, on Spreaker, Apple podcast Sportify, and elsewhere.
Visit my website damiendiesol dot com to check out my
(12:08):
books blog and also to participate in my forum. Do
leave a comment and tell me whether you enjoyed the
tale or not. Take good care of yourself and happy
holidays this December
Robert nursed his beer while getting agitated with each passing minute.
He sat at a table alone while he focused his
eyes on his middle aged wife cavorting with a black
stranger across the room. They had been dancing for a
while and didn't appear to be winding down. The music
was Caribbean high life, with an appealing rhythm, infectious enough
(00:20):
to make you on to leave your chair and join
the crowd in the nightclub. Robert had two left feet
and was incapable of doing anything beyond a twisted shuffle. Sara, however,
was buoyaned and giddy and wanted to enjoy the evening
while it lasted. The black stranger had appeared out of nowhere,
ingenuously wrenched her from Robert's grasp and asked her to dance.
(00:44):
Sarah went willingly, to Robert's amazement. Usually, she would have
thought twice about letting herself be swayed by another man,
especially as stranger. Sarah was too conservative of a wife
to express any form of liberal mindedness victually when it
came to having a good time. Except they were miles
from home, this was as liberal as it gets. The
(01:07):
black man was of average height and bore a slight
paunch in his gut, his smile never once wavered as
he spurnt Sarah around, and even Sarah couldn't stop gushing
as she drew away slightly while swinging her hips before
the black stranger grabbed her arm and pulled her into
his embrace. They looked so happy with each other, almost
the same as every other dancing couple around them. It
(01:29):
would be a shame if Robert were to go over
and end their union, which was what he had been
contemplating for several minutes now. It was surprising to sit
there and observe his wife, who he couldn't recall the
last time she'd been so happy, so unconcerned about him
or their immediate environment back home. It was a burden
to entice Sarah to go out and have fun, regardless
(01:52):
of the countless he gave her, including hall passes, to
spend time with anyone she encountered, whether at her workplace
or if any of her friends had the tamarear to
set her up with a male friend. Never had she
been persuaded enough to fall. She usually had plenty of
excuses than take any piece of bait. Here. She was
acting like nothing if such ever existed. Seeing her interact
(02:15):
with her newfound black friend, one would assume she had
always been a partying type of girl. Nothing about her
past was prevalent here, not even her episcopalian background she
inherited from her parents. To Robert, his wife was a
completely different woman from the one he had been married
to for the past decade. Robert drained his glass of
(02:35):
scotch and was counting off numbers in his head before
rising to his feet when he noticed Sarah and her
partner stopped their dancing streak and were returning to his table.
They stopped to briefly correspond. Robert had no idea whatever
was discussed between them, and felt more nervous when Sarah
burst into laughter and nodded her head. Whatever her head
(02:57):
nodding meant, he knew he was about to find out.
As they approach couched his table. Hi, honey, Sarah kissed
his cheek before sitting down. You enjoyed watching us dance, Yeah,
pretty much, said Robert. You looked good together. The black
man pulled a chair and sat down, gasping from the
(03:18):
energy he had expended on the dance floor. There was
a ring of sweat around the torsa region of his
t shirt. I'm sure going to need a bath when
I get back to my room, he remarked. What floor
in the hotel are you staying on, asked Robert on
the fourth Sarah said, we're on the ninth. Don't worry,
(03:40):
you can come shower in our suite instead. Robert's eyes
flew wide open and blurted what Sarah looked at him,
still sweating and bubbling with excitement. Her dress was drenched
in sweat and her nipples poked against the fabric. Robert
felt embarrassed that her black friend had probably noticed them too. Honey,
(04:01):
I'm thinking Leon here can come over to our suite
for a night cap, said Sarah. What do you say, Han, Honey,
I don't think we should. Sure we can, Sarah interjected.
Then Rose, come on, let's head back to the hotel.
I'm fucking sweaty like a hippo. Write now. That was
(04:23):
another thing that astounded Robert, hearing his wife utter the
word fuck. Never had he caught Sarah mentioning that word before.
She was prone to admonish him if ever he used
that word in her presence. Something had definitely changed with her.
Leon stood up and adjusted his shirt. Then Robert stood up,
settled the bill for his drink, and then they headed
(04:44):
back towards the hotel grounds, which wasn't far from the
night club. Robert walked two steps behind Sarah and Leon,
both continuing their chatter unmindful of his presence. Robert caught
snatches of conversation, but nothing concrete beside the their laughter.
He gasped when Leon slid his hand downward to pinch
(05:04):
Sarah's butt. This Sarah, he knew, wouldn't have hesitated to
smack him for his audacity. Instead, this Sarah didn't appear
to mind. She even appealed for him to do it again,
which he kindly repeated. Unbothered about Robert's tight gaze, Robert
kept his distance as they entered the hotel and rode
the elevator that deposited them on their floor. He assumed
(05:28):
Sarah might change her mind, but then realized that wasn't so.
As she led her black friend down the corridor towards
their suite, she stopped and indicated to Robert to do
the honors of opening the door for them. Robert swiped
his card against the handle and invited them inside. Sarah
took Leon into the bedroom and pointed to the bathroom.
(05:50):
Leon kicked off his sandals and then discarded his shirt
before disappearing inside. Sarah came into the living room and
hugged Robert, who was stunned and still upset with the
day's turn of events. Just what in the hell are
you doing, Sarah? Well, isn't it obvious, she replied, still
excited at her intentions. I cannot help myself, darling. I'm
(06:14):
in the mood and I can't help myself any more.
Robert watched her discard her clothes and stood half naked
before him. The fuck are you intending on doing? For
God's sake, this has to fucking stop. No can do, Robert.
She picked up her clothes and dropped them on the
nearest sofa. I'm going to fuck him, Robert, and you
(06:39):
can either watch or sit here and mind your own.
But that's what I'm about to do, see ya. Sarah
blew him a kiss and a wave before returning to
the bedroom. She opened the bathroom door and said ready
or not, here I come, then slipped inside, but didn't
bother to shut the door. Robert stood there in silent disbelief.
(07:03):
He wanted to think what was happening wasn't happening, But
then it was. It was sure as fire happening for real.
He broke into a smile and pumped his fist into
the air in victory. My god, he couldn't believe as
Sarah was doing this, he had found a man who
(07:23):
could break her will and remake her into the opposite
of what she had always been. This was an incredible feat,
and Robert felt the urgency to celebrate, but that would
wait until everything was concluded. Robert resumed the alarmed look
on his face and went to peep inside the bathroom.
He heard Sarah moone and knew something was being done
(07:44):
to her. He barely made out their feature from behind
the fugged glass of the bathroom stall, but he saw
enough that told him they had begun to fuck. He
returned to the living room, and minutes later, Sarah and
Leon bounded out of the bathroom, naked, cackling hilariously and
dripping water. Leon stopped to lift Sarah off her feet
and then carted her to the bed. Robert heard his
(08:07):
wife's high laugh and knew she was about to have
a great time. He waited patiently and listened as they
got settled, then approached the doorway to see how things
were going. He maintained a look of misery while bubbling
with glee underneath his masked exterior. Sarah lay on the bed,
squirming and throwing her head side to side, gasping while
(08:28):
Leon gented his face into her pussy. Sara spasmed and
made guttural noises while caressing Leon's head. Sarah looked towards Robert,
but her eyes were so glazed with lest she barely
saw him. Her mind had shot off on a rocket
to another planet, leaving him to himself. Leon came up
for air and edged between her spread thighs. Sarah lifted
(08:51):
her pelvis towards his prick. As it brushed against her flesh.
He wielded it, stroked it several times, then inched it
into her vagina. Give it to me, babe, saramone seconds
before she tensed up as he injected his manhood inside her.
She remained tense for some seconds before gradually letting himself
fall back on the bed. Her body unleashed a jerking
(09:14):
frenzy as her pussy acclimatized to his girth. Leon leaned forward,
only jerking his pelvis and thighs. His buttocks contracted each
time he slid deep into her cunt. Sara's legs flew up,
her toes nodded, and her face took on an anguished
chin while her mouth ex held her cries. Leon adjusted
(09:35):
himself to get better traction while maintaining his thrusts. Robert
pretended to look angry while he was actually enjoying the action.
Sara grabbed her spread thighs and maintained a gasping rhythm
as Leon began pluing her pussy hard and fast. His
prick guts soaked in her creamy juices the longer he
fed her cunt. They later switched positions and he got
(09:59):
Sara to ride him. Sarah felt relieved when this happened,
as her breathing got better with time. She tried to
keep up with his pace despite her awkward thrusts. It
had been weeks, months, fuck no decades since the last
time she felt this raunchy for sex. Sarah couldn't believe
(10:21):
how incredible it felt all these years. She promised herself
to make it up to Robert after tonight. My god,
if I'm ever going to survive tonight. Sarah lost count
of the multiple orgasms she suffered that night. The number
faded from her mind as Leon fucked her every which
(10:41):
way he could. Before he reached his own climax. He
pulled out of her and ejaculated over her. But Sarah
could barely lit herself off the bed. She was too
drained to do anything. Leon took a moment to catch
his breath before climbing off the bed. He tottered to
his feet, swiped a thick pool of sweat from his face,
(11:04):
and laughed at Robert. Looks like I've killed your bitch,
he said. He went to relax in the living room
while Robert went and got a handful of tissue to
wipe seamen off Sarah's backside. Sarah had fallen asleep and
barely knew what he had done. Robert shut the door
and thanked Leon for the wonderful accomplishment. You aren't going
(11:26):
to tell her about us, asked Leon later, as he
struggled into his clothes. Maybe later I will, Robert said,
But you can come by later tomorrow. Now you've gotten
her hooked, I know she'll want to see you again.
No problem, You know how to reach me in case,
(11:47):
they shook hands and Leon left their sweet Robert got
a drink out of the fridge to celebrate the monumental occasion.
Listen to this episode and otherwhil Erotic Cuckle Tales on
Shengo's own POPT webcast, on Spreaker, Apple podcast Sportify, and elsewhere.
Visit my website damiendiesol dot com to check out my
(12:08):
books blog and also to participate in my forum. Do
leave a comment and tell me whether you enjoyed the
tale or not. Take good care of yourself and happy
holidays this December
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