May 28, 2025 • 11 mins
David and Victoria are an English couple in their mid-early fifties. David has always want what's best for his wife, sexually and otherwise. He has recently stumbled upon someone whom he trust would make his dream come through: a Black Master from Nigeria who seeks to seduce his wife from across the Atlantic.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
I've been wanting to have a story written about my
lovely English wife Victoria. The only problem is I haven't
the talent or creative insight to be a writer. So
I opened up to Damien's soul my cuckled desires regarding
my wife to see if he can make something out
of my thoughts. Victoria recently marked her fifty second birthday.
(00:23):
She has gotten bigger over the years, but still retains
her statuesque figure that makes her stand out in a
roomful of women. Her tits have enlarged, her buttocks has
added several pounds of fat, so much fat that I
can barely grasp each cheek with my bare hands, And
whenever she slips into her blue swimsuit, it brings out
the youthful outlook in her figure, like she hadn't aged much.
(00:48):
Vicki is awfully shy around strangers. Men intimidate her more
than ever, but mostly black men. She once had a
year old affair with a black man during college, years
before we hooked up. The affair was brief, which was
how she often told it, but I always observe a
sparkle in her blue eyes whenever she reminisced about that period,
(01:10):
letting me know that things were anything but brief in
that relationship. She was usually reluctant to talk about it.
But it wasn't until one time I enticed her with
two glasses of Irish cream that the truth tumbled out
like a waterfall. He had a big cock, she blurted,
while revealing details she had kept hidden from me. It
(01:31):
was big, honey. When I say big, I mean massive.
How massive are you talking about? She spaced her palms
apart to show me. If her then lover was that big,
then he was the equivalent of a beer bottle. I
should have felt slighted, even intimidated. Instead, what raised in
(01:52):
my heart was excitement. How come you and him broke up?
He finished college and then had to return home, Vickie replied.
He was from Ghana, I think, or maybe Nigeria. I
don't remember, but I know it was in West Africa.
I had the most amazing time with him, and I'm
(02:14):
glad my parents never found out. Imagine what they'd think
of me if they knew. What would they have thought?
I refilled her glass. A girl's got to grow old
and live her life, don't she? You know my dad,
you know how ornery, he often gets Does he look
(02:35):
like the sword who'd be happy knowing his daughter's screwing
a black man? Not in his lifetime? How I often
missed those days, Dear, while Vickie lay asleep. Later, I
was in the bathroom masturbating to the image of her
and her nameless African lover rolling back and forth in
bed with him, making her scream with lust as she
(02:55):
beckoned him to fuck her harder, harder. Oh gosh, the
idea of that made me have the most explosive climax. Ever.
That wasn't the last time I got Vicki to open
up about her past affairs. She dated other men before
eventually settling with me, but I always preferred hearing her
(03:16):
talk about her African lover. The more she described and
expanded upon the numerous sexual encounters she enjoyed with him,
the more I felt emboldened about wanting to see her
get blacked once again. This time. I wouldn't want for
it to be a one time affair. My desire was
for Victoria to become addicted to whoever gets to fuck her.
(03:37):
It was by accident that I found Damien the soule
writings on Litteratica. I had gotten hooked to the site
and couldn't get enough of reading various erotic cuckled stories
published there. The Soul's stories were a game changer for me.
His felt more real than most. I read through his bio,
found his website and was astonished by what I discovered.
(04:01):
I reached out to him in and he corresponded back
with me. Together, we hatched a plan. Three months later,
our British Airway's flight landed in Lagos, Nigeria. The time
was twelve forty five p m. Vicki and I were
enjoying a two weeks holiday adventure in Nigeria, and we
(04:22):
would be met by our esteem chaperone, whom I had
intrusted would give us a fun filled time spent far
from home. I had done the necessary work of linking
him with Victoria weeks ago, even she was eager to
meet him in person. We battled the bustling city traffic
to get to the Continental Hotel where I'd booked us
for the duration of our stay. What Vicky doesn't know
(04:45):
is that I don't intend to spend the length of
the stay with her. My intention is to be there
for a week after which I would leave her in
the company of our chaperone to take good care of her.
I had pressing work back home, and besides, the reason
for this trip was for Vicki to have a swell
time becoming acquainted with the man I designated to become
(05:05):
her lover. An hour later, we'd arrived and checked into
our room. Vicki took care of arranging our clothes in
the closet, then went to take a shower while I
lay in bed looking for some measure of sleep. My
phone rang minutes later, jolting me awake. It was our
chaperone calling to say he'd arrived at the hotel. I
(05:28):
told him the room number and waited for him. There
came a knock at the door minutes later, and I
went and invited Damien the Soul into our suite. Who's that, honey,
Vicki inquired, as she then stepped out of the bathroom
with a towel wrapped around her upper body. She stopped
when she realized we weren't alone, setting her eyes on
(05:50):
the mystery man. It took several seconds before she recognized him. Damien, Hi, there, Victoria.
Damien the Soul approached my wife and hugged her. I
thought you'd nearly forgotten what I look like. I almost did.
Vickie laughed, but then I remember your glasses and it
(06:12):
came back to me. You arrived so soon did David
call to tell you we've checked in? I already had
your itinerary, said Damien, and I happened to be close by.
Are you feeling tired from the journey? Well, I was
a while ago. Victoria allowed Damien to loosen her towel
(06:34):
to expose herself to him. But since you're here, you
might as well see what you'll be spending time with.
Now you see why I had to be here early.
They moved into each other's arms and kissed each other
like they were long lost lovers. I watched Damien caress
Vickie's tits with both hands and applied his mouth to
(06:55):
each pair, while she caressed and grasped his arms and shoulder.
The towel felt of Vicky's ankles, and I had to
go over and rescue it from her feet. Damien applied
both hands to Victoria's buttocks, lifted her off the ground,
and carried her to the bed. I pulled a chair
from beside the table, got out my cell phone and
started taking snapshots. Damien focused his foreplay on my wife's tits,
(07:20):
taking time to suck each pair while Vicki moaned and
squirmed under him. He moved to the side to enable
her unzip his jeans, reach into the recess, and out
came his heart on. Oh so this is what I
came all the way from England to find, Vicki muttered
while jerking Damien's cock. Damien sat upright to allow her
(07:42):
to have fun with his erection while he busied with
discarding his clothes. I went and rescued his shirt from
where he had dropped it and into the closet it went.
Before returning to my chair. Vicky was engrossed with a
mouthful of his cock. I watched the way her mouth
kept expanding as he leaned over her face. Damien gave
me a thumbs up sign, then slipped his fingers down
(08:05):
her crotch. Vicki sucked his cock with what looked to
me like amateurish relish. She hadn't had anything to practice
regarding how to be with Damien, except for me or
her pink dildo that fit into her hand bag. She
would require adequate time to adjust herself to Damien's size.
My penis was hard in nudging inside my khaki shorts.
(08:29):
I was still in disbelief that it had taken less
effort for her to adjust herself to want another man
besides me. My initial fear was that Damien wouldn't be
much of a charmer for her. Somehow he had worked
his magic on her back when they exchanged e mails.
Vickie allowed Damien to lie on his back and assisted
(08:49):
him out of his jeans and undershorts before jumping on
to him. I left my chair to get a better
view of my wife's massive buttocks as she planted them
on Damien's thighs. She slid back and forth on his meat,
arousing sexual tension from the act, until then getting the
nerve to plant him between her cheeks. Damien grasped her
(09:10):
but cheeks and held them apart for me to capture
the sight of my wife's pussy enveloping his cock. The
sight was as marvelous as it was breath taking. I
felt myself ejaculate precome in my shorts, and I'd barely
even touched myself yet Vicki's buttocks rode damien cock back
and forth, then later switched pace as her lust began
(09:33):
to climb. I could hear it from the length and
breath of her moaning fervor and knew she was getting
lost in the forest of her sexual pleasure. Damien smacked
both palms on her butt, leaving red imprints on her flesh.
I aimed my phone's camera closer to capture more of
the amazing sight. I would have loved to stick my
(09:54):
head between Vickie's as cheeks to taste her. I reckon
her pussy would taste way better now that she had
an African cock fucking her as she once did years ago.
Damien was grunting heavily under Vickie as he then adjusted
his legs so he could slam her with a combo
of thrusts to let her know he was in charge.
Vicki tumbled off him, squirting over his thighs while she did.
(10:18):
Damien rolled on top of her and continued from where
he let off. His thighs clashed against Vicki's meaty thighs,
sounding off like loaves of bread hitting each other. Damien
worked with frantic urgency the way he hooked his arms
under her thighs while maintaining a hold on my wife,
Vicki was writhing and squirming in ecstasy, looking like something
(10:41):
I'd never witnessed before. They were both sweating profusely by
the time Damien squirted his com in her pussy. This
was another amazing moment, and I took multiple snapshots of
it to ensure I'd actually witnessed what happened my wife
taking another man's seamen inside her vagina. Some things are
too unbelievable to believe, but that's until they happen before
(11:04):
your very eyes. Such was how our too weak holiday
in Nigeria began in sexual earnest
I've been wanting to have a story written about my
lovely English wife Victoria. The only problem is I haven't
the talent or creative insight to be a writer. So
I opened up to Damien's soul my cuckled desires regarding
my wife to see if he can make something out
of my thoughts. Victoria recently marked her fifty second birthday.
(00:23):
She has gotten bigger over the years, but still retains
her statuesque figure that makes her stand out in a
roomful of women. Her tits have enlarged, her buttocks has
added several pounds of fat, so much fat that I
can barely grasp each cheek with my bare hands, And
whenever she slips into her blue swimsuit, it brings out
the youthful outlook in her figure, like she hadn't aged much.
(00:48):
Vicki is awfully shy around strangers. Men intimidate her more
than ever, but mostly black men. She once had a
year old affair with a black man during college, years
before we hooked up. The affair was brief, which was
how she often told it, but I always observe a
sparkle in her blue eyes whenever she reminisced about that period,
(01:10):
letting me know that things were anything but brief in
that relationship. She was usually reluctant to talk about it.
But it wasn't until one time I enticed her with
two glasses of Irish cream that the truth tumbled out
like a waterfall. He had a big cock, she blurted,
while revealing details she had kept hidden from me. It
(01:31):
was big, honey. When I say big, I mean massive.
How massive are you talking about? She spaced her palms
apart to show me. If her then lover was that big,
then he was the equivalent of a beer bottle. I
should have felt slighted, even intimidated. Instead, what raised in
(01:52):
my heart was excitement. How come you and him broke up?
He finished college and then had to return home, Vickie replied.
He was from Ghana, I think, or maybe Nigeria. I
don't remember, but I know it was in West Africa.
I had the most amazing time with him, and I'm
(02:14):
glad my parents never found out. Imagine what they'd think
of me if they knew. What would they have thought?
I refilled her glass. A girl's got to grow old
and live her life, don't she? You know my dad,
you know how ornery, he often gets Does he look
(02:35):
like the sword who'd be happy knowing his daughter's screwing
a black man? Not in his lifetime? How I often
missed those days, Dear, while Vickie lay asleep. Later, I
was in the bathroom masturbating to the image of her
and her nameless African lover rolling back and forth in
bed with him, making her scream with lust as she
(02:55):
beckoned him to fuck her harder, harder. Oh gosh, the
idea of that made me have the most explosive climax. Ever.
That wasn't the last time I got Vicki to open
up about her past affairs. She dated other men before
eventually settling with me, but I always preferred hearing her
(03:16):
talk about her African lover. The more she described and
expanded upon the numerous sexual encounters she enjoyed with him,
the more I felt emboldened about wanting to see her
get blacked once again. This time. I wouldn't want for
it to be a one time affair. My desire was
for Victoria to become addicted to whoever gets to fuck her.
(03:37):
It was by accident that I found Damien the soule
writings on Litteratica. I had gotten hooked to the site
and couldn't get enough of reading various erotic cuckled stories
published there. The Soul's stories were a game changer for me.
His felt more real than most. I read through his bio,
found his website and was astonished by what I discovered.
(04:01):
I reached out to him in and he corresponded back
with me. Together, we hatched a plan. Three months later,
our British Airway's flight landed in Lagos, Nigeria. The time
was twelve forty five p m. Vicki and I were
enjoying a two weeks holiday adventure in Nigeria, and we
(04:22):
would be met by our esteem chaperone, whom I had
intrusted would give us a fun filled time spent far
from home. I had done the necessary work of linking
him with Victoria weeks ago, even she was eager to
meet him in person. We battled the bustling city traffic
to get to the Continental Hotel where I'd booked us
for the duration of our stay. What Vicky doesn't know
(04:45):
is that I don't intend to spend the length of
the stay with her. My intention is to be there
for a week after which I would leave her in
the company of our chaperone to take good care of her.
I had pressing work back home, and besides, the reason
for this trip was for Vicki to have a swell
time becoming acquainted with the man I designated to become
(05:05):
her lover. An hour later, we'd arrived and checked into
our room. Vicki took care of arranging our clothes in
the closet, then went to take a shower while I
lay in bed looking for some measure of sleep. My
phone rang minutes later, jolting me awake. It was our
chaperone calling to say he'd arrived at the hotel. I
(05:28):
told him the room number and waited for him. There
came a knock at the door minutes later, and I
went and invited Damien the Soul into our suite. Who's that, honey,
Vicki inquired, as she then stepped out of the bathroom
with a towel wrapped around her upper body. She stopped
when she realized we weren't alone, setting her eyes on
(05:50):
the mystery man. It took several seconds before she recognized him. Damien, Hi, there, Victoria.
Damien the Soul approached my wife and hugged her. I
thought you'd nearly forgotten what I look like. I almost did.
Vickie laughed, but then I remember your glasses and it
(06:12):
came back to me. You arrived so soon did David
call to tell you we've checked in? I already had
your itinerary, said Damien, and I happened to be close by.
Are you feeling tired from the journey? Well, I was
a while ago. Victoria allowed Damien to loosen her towel
(06:34):
to expose herself to him. But since you're here, you
might as well see what you'll be spending time with.
Now you see why I had to be here early.
They moved into each other's arms and kissed each other
like they were long lost lovers. I watched Damien caress
Vickie's tits with both hands and applied his mouth to
(06:55):
each pair, while she caressed and grasped his arms and shoulder.
The towel felt of Vicky's ankles, and I had to
go over and rescue it from her feet. Damien applied
both hands to Victoria's buttocks, lifted her off the ground,
and carried her to the bed. I pulled a chair
from beside the table, got out my cell phone and
started taking snapshots. Damien focused his foreplay on my wife's tits,
(07:20):
taking time to suck each pair while Vicki moaned and
squirmed under him. He moved to the side to enable
her unzip his jeans, reach into the recess, and out
came his heart on. Oh so this is what I
came all the way from England to find, Vicki muttered
while jerking Damien's cock. Damien sat upright to allow her
(07:42):
to have fun with his erection while he busied with
discarding his clothes. I went and rescued his shirt from
where he had dropped it and into the closet it went.
Before returning to my chair. Vicky was engrossed with a
mouthful of his cock. I watched the way her mouth
kept expanding as he leaned over her face. Damien gave
me a thumbs up sign, then slipped his fingers down
(08:05):
her crotch. Vicki sucked his cock with what looked to
me like amateurish relish. She hadn't had anything to practice
regarding how to be with Damien, except for me or
her pink dildo that fit into her hand bag. She
would require adequate time to adjust herself to Damien's size.
My penis was hard in nudging inside my khaki shorts.
(08:29):
I was still in disbelief that it had taken less
effort for her to adjust herself to want another man
besides me. My initial fear was that Damien wouldn't be
much of a charmer for her. Somehow he had worked
his magic on her back when they exchanged e mails.
Vickie allowed Damien to lie on his back and assisted
(08:49):
him out of his jeans and undershorts before jumping on
to him. I left my chair to get a better
view of my wife's massive buttocks as she planted them
on Damien's thighs. She slid back and forth on his meat,
arousing sexual tension from the act, until then getting the
nerve to plant him between her cheeks. Damien grasped her
(09:10):
but cheeks and held them apart for me to capture
the sight of my wife's pussy enveloping his cock. The
sight was as marvelous as it was breath taking. I
felt myself ejaculate precome in my shorts, and I'd barely
even touched myself yet Vicki's buttocks rode damien cock back
and forth, then later switched pace as her lust began
(09:33):
to climb. I could hear it from the length and
breath of her moaning fervor and knew she was getting
lost in the forest of her sexual pleasure. Damien smacked
both palms on her butt, leaving red imprints on her flesh.
I aimed my phone's camera closer to capture more of
the amazing sight. I would have loved to stick my
(09:54):
head between Vickie's as cheeks to taste her. I reckon
her pussy would taste way better now that she had
an African cock fucking her as she once did years ago.
Damien was grunting heavily under Vickie as he then adjusted
his legs so he could slam her with a combo
of thrusts to let her know he was in charge.
Vicki tumbled off him, squirting over his thighs while she did.
(10:18):
Damien rolled on top of her and continued from where
he let off. His thighs clashed against Vicki's meaty thighs,
sounding off like loaves of bread hitting each other. Damien
worked with frantic urgency the way he hooked his arms
under her thighs while maintaining a hold on my wife,
Vicki was writhing and squirming in ecstasy, looking like something
(10:41):
I'd never witnessed before. They were both sweating profusely by
the time Damien squirted his com in her pussy. This
was another amazing moment, and I took multiple snapshots of
it to ensure I'd actually witnessed what happened my wife
taking another man's seamen inside her vagina. Some things are
too unbelievable to believe, but that's until they happen before
(11:04):
your very eyes. Such was how our too weak holiday
in Nigeria began in sexual earnest
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