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Author note: this is different to my other stories. It's a Fem Dom rather than a cuckold story
CHAPTER 1: MOTHERLY GUIDANCE
"It's to the point that every time we make love now, it's only after she's been with him or his buddies. I-I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that the only way I'll have her to myself is after she's been used and full of some black man's cum in her. She even has the smell of semen and their cocks on her breath. I tried to get her to at least clean up some before we get together, but she is quick to tell me that's the way they want her to be. She tells me my choices are their way or no way. T-This is all so hard on me mother."
"I know it is son. However, like we've discussed in the past, you're in a very poor bargaining position. You love her, and she's assured me she loves you. But we both know she needs their big cocks."
"By the way, can you believe she lied on you?"
"She did? How son?"
"I meant to tell you this the other day, but you weren't home. She said you encouraged her to forget about my suggestion of leaving her black lover and his friends, but to instead build our marriage around them. Can you believe that?"
"Vern Dear, I know this may be hard for you to accept now, but she didn't lie. I told her that."
"W-What! H-How could you mother?"
"I thought you might be a bit upset, but my reasoning is that now that she's been exposed to not only bigger cocks - much bigger than yours I might add - but also the stamina and excitement of big black dicks, the only way I see for your marriage to achieve stability is for her to continue being the slut she is for them. You on the other hand, have to also accept the situation of her being their woman, and adjust accordingly."
"Mother?"
"Son, it's obvious you and her love each other. But, you just can't give it to her with your small prick and your tongue, no matter how hard you try. You can't help that. Those are physical things beyond your and her control. Let her lovers take care of those things. You, on the other hand need to concentrate on the deep love you too feel for each other. That's really the only way you'll be happy, and she'll be happy. You see son, if you push her to make a decision, I'm afraid you'll lose out, even though she loves you."
Mother and I talked further and the logic of what she said was so logical even if I didn't like what I was hearing.
"I-I understand where you're coming from, but I-I guess I'm having a hard time understanding her seeming to like humiliating me with their sexual prowess. It-it really hurts when she compares me to them. I-I just know she does it to hurt me."
"I won't rule that out, but son you have to accept her doing that to you because, after a woman has been sexed by better men, it may cause her to be that way from time to time. Her actions may be conscious or subconscious. Either way, it may give her a cheap thrill to see your reaction. The pleasure of such a thrill may be so pleasurable to her sadistic streak - which everyone has in them - that it's unavoidable that she won't taunt you in some way, even though she loves you and even feels sorry for you. Dear, the bottom line is that she is crying out for you to show your love when she does things like you say."
"S-She is?"
"Yes. And it's up to you to rise above petty self-esteem selfishness on your part. Admit or agree with her that you not as good as her black lovers. It's the truth. So say so."
"S-So by doing so, it s-sort of takes the wind out of her sail so to speak?"
"Yes, that the attitude sweetie. And in regard to her coming to you used and smelling of their spent sperm, both in her, and on her in dried splattered splotches in her hair, on her tits, her clothes, and so forth, you must accept and deal with it, and show her your love as a loving, faithful, husband."
"H-How? Give her a bath?"
"Yes dear, but with your tongue."
"W-What! You're saying..."
"Yes son, I'm advocating it's best for you to overcome your reluctance to lick and eat her lover’s sperm they've left in and on her. Show her your love. An emotional as well as physical love, only you can give her at such moments when she opens her bra to let you suck on a cum coated tit, or parts her legs and presents you with her fuck bruised sloppy slimy cunt leaking their abundant spent loads."
"E-Emotional... physical love?"
"Yes son, emotional because you're there for her and accept her as the way she is. The way her men want you to have your wife. The way she wants you to have her. In her eyes dear, you're her pussy whipped wimpy husband dear. She wants you to show her you are. You do so by showing your physical love. Passionately French kiss her. Overlook her blowjob breath and that she's swallowed several heavy wads of fresh hot jism, or that her tongue and lips have lapped and kissed their big black cocks and hairy balls. Savoir the kiss and consider the taste and seminal fragrance as an exotic attribute. Next move to her breast and also love her as you normally would. Don't dwell on the dried cum drops and dregs on her tits and tummy. Just lap them up and keep on your journey to the heart of the matter."
"Journey? H-Heart of the matter?"
"Her pussy, silly boy. And when you kneel before her parted legs and staring right into her well fucked oozing twat and messy sperm soaked bush, don't be uneasy or reluctant in the least about going down on her. Dive into it with gusto. Look upon this as your realm of love making, where you're the master. Mouth, tongue, suck and eat your wife out like there's no tomorrow. Think of what the others have done before you as only foreplay to prepare her for you, for this moment of love. You'll find she'll have an orgasm second to none. If you do all I've told you, you'll never have to worry about her leaving you or some other man taking her away from you."
"I-I see. Y-you think I-I could really keep her by..."
"Of course you can sweetie. Don't fight being what you are in this situation. You're her wimp husband. You love her. She loves you and wants your love as only a wimpy husband can do so. That's your secret and your strength to her dear. Now go save your marriage and keep your wife from possibly from leaving you."
I kissed mom and thanked her for her advice before I left for home. On the way home I thought over every word of her advice and accepted her logic. I knew that the only way to execute her plan was indeed to check my macho pride and self esteem at the door and do what she said.
CHAPTER 2 Using Mother's Advice
Mother's advice worked to the tee. Now Marsha and I are so much closer. It's been two months since I started following mother's counsel.
I've pretty much gotten acclimated to the taste of and consuming other's men's sperm from my wife. My tongue spends far more time in her cunt than my five-inch prick.
A typical scenario is for her to come in from a date and I give her `mouth love' for as long as an hour. She relishes straddling my face and rubbing her cunt all over it as I suck out the draining spermy dregs her lovers have shot deep up her pussy. Sometimes she'll get on the phone and talk to her lover or a girl friend as she's grinding her oozing cunt on my upturned face. She often let them know what was going on, especially if she gets breathless and got off as she's talking.
I at first was surprised to find out she'd let her girlfriends and lovers know of me eating up fuck fluids from her. However, she seemed so proud of me for "eating her cream pie", I didn't stay angry for long after she told me she'd told all her lovers I ate their "dick cream." She also let me know that they didn't disrespect or think bad of me for doing that.
"They all tell me they see it as rather natural for you doing that. I see it as being really romantic of you darling and I just love you being my pussy sucking stud."
Marsha has a way with words. I wasn't sure if others might take what she said as a compliment, but I did.
Just as mother said, my wife really did need for me to just be myself.
I've found that by basically not doing anything or more descriptively, being a doormat and being more of a wimp, my marriage and relationship with my wife and her lovers has gotten so much better. There is hardly any tension between them and me and her. She's recently started inviting them over to our house and our bedroom while I'm there.
Marsha and I have a very stable marriage now. Six months ago, I never thought this possible. She has three steady lovers - all black studs - and they are a fixture in our marriage.
Marsha has repeatedly let me know that she won't tolerate me being unfaithful to her. I have accepted that and have accepted that the marriage is only open in regard to her and her dating and sexing other men.
I have pretty much accepted my husbandly role. I get a bit jealous occasionally, especially when I watch or help her get ready for her dates with her lovers.
I'm pretty much a house spouse when it comes to social activities and going out. I don't seem to really have the time anyway, with all the housework that has to be done. You see, even though my wife doesn't work, her lovers come by many times during the day while I'm working and tie up her with getting all the cum from their black poles. As a result, she just doesn't have the time to get everything done. Additionally, they also want her to go out with them in the evenings also, so that means that I have to fill in around the house.
"Vern?"
"Yes Marsha dear." I replied to my wife's call as she was walking in the door with two shopping bags one evening.
"Which one of these do you like best?" She asked holding up what looked like two long blouses. One was a blue floral print, the other a pink floral print.
"They both will look pretty on you, since you have blue eyes." I paused before asking “But aren't they a bit big for you?"
"They're maternity tops darling, the matching skirts are here in the bag."
"M-Maternity tops! Y-You're..."
"Yes darling, we're going to have a baby." Marsha smiled and embraced me as I sat. She next sat on my lap and told me all about her visit to the OBGY and revealed that she was almost six weeks pregnant.
As she talked, my mind reminded me we hadn't had regular intercourse in two months. She'd been jacking and sucking me off during that time.
"B-But M-Marsha it, uh, the b-baby c-can't be..."
"Can't be yours? No it's not darling. It has to be either Ted, or Lane, or Rufus. One of them is the real father. But you're going to be baby's legal daddy. Aren't you excited?"
"B-B-But Marsha, t-the baby will be b-black."
"Only half darling, but that won't matter. It will be ours."
ANOTHER TALK WITH MOTHER
"Yes Vern I know she's going to have a baby. You should be proud that they've selected you to be the daddy of their baby."
"But mother, h-how can I feel pride in being not only truly cuckolded in such a b-brazen manner, but be made a fool of. I-I'll be humiliated beyond belief." I replied with a tone of anguish.
"Now, now. You not only can feel pride, but also should show pride at your wife having another man's baby. It doesn't matter that the man is black and the baby also. What's important is the love between you two. The formula is simple. You want her and she wants his baby. Therefore if you want her, you want her and the baby since it's a package deal."
Once again, I heeded mother's advice. Eight months later, my wife and I were the new parents of Lane's baby son. He looked just like his biological father.
Mother adores her new grandson and has lectured me repeatedly about not treating the baby as less than my own son. She has made me promise so several times, including at least three times in Lane's presence.
Knowing that the c***d is innocent and legally mine, I wouldn't do otherwise, and especially so since `our' son is also part of the woman I love so dearly.
EPILOGUE
Five years later, Vern and Marsha's family includes four c***dren, including a set of fraternal twins from Rufus and a daughter by Ted. Vern is the dutiful father, who is the primary babysitter for his young family, as his wife still frequently dates and entertains their c***dren's real fathers and their friends.
Vern understands and accepts that his wife will continue to be a slut for black cocks and that he will only get whatever loving is left over after her lovers have enjoyed her charms.
Vern still credits his mom with helping him save his marriage and keeping it on a solid footing.
CHAPTER 1: MOTHERLY GUIDANCE
"It's to the point that every time we make love now, it's only after she's been with him or his buddies. I-I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that the only way I'll have her to myself is after she's been used and full of some black man's cum in her. She even has the smell of semen and their cocks on her breath. I tried to get her to at least clean up some before we get together, but she is quick to tell me that's the way they want her to be. She tells me my choices are their way or no way. T-This is all so hard on me mother."
"I know it is son. However, like we've discussed in the past, you're in a very poor bargaining position. You love her, and she's assured me she loves you. But we both know she needs their big cocks."
"By the way, can you believe she lied on you?"
"She did? How son?"
"I meant to tell you this the other day, but you weren't home. She said you encouraged her to forget about my suggestion of leaving her black lover and his friends, but to instead build our marriage around them. Can you believe that?"
"Vern Dear, I know this may be hard for you to accept now, but she didn't lie. I told her that."
"W-What! H-How could you mother?"
"I thought you might be a bit upset, but my reasoning is that now that she's been exposed to not only bigger cocks - much bigger than yours I might add - but also the stamina and excitement of big black dicks, the only way I see for your marriage to achieve stability is for her to continue being the slut she is for them. You on the other hand, have to also accept the situation of her being their woman, and adjust accordingly."
"Mother?"
"Son, it's obvious you and her love each other. But, you just can't give it to her with your small prick and your tongue, no matter how hard you try. You can't help that. Those are physical things beyond your and her control. Let her lovers take care of those things. You, on the other hand need to concentrate on the deep love you too feel for each other. That's really the only way you'll be happy, and she'll be happy. You see son, if you push her to make a decision, I'm afraid you'll lose out, even though she loves you."
Mother and I talked further and the logic of what she said was so logical even if I didn't like what I was hearing.
"I-I understand where you're coming from, but I-I guess I'm having a hard time understanding her seeming to like humiliating me with their sexual prowess. It-it really hurts when she compares me to them. I-I just know she does it to hurt me."
"I won't rule that out, but son you have to accept her doing that to you because, after a woman has been sexed by better men, it may cause her to be that way from time to time. Her actions may be conscious or subconscious. Either way, it may give her a cheap thrill to see your reaction. The pleasure of such a thrill may be so pleasurable to her sadistic streak - which everyone has in them - that it's unavoidable that she won't taunt you in some way, even though she loves you and even feels sorry for you. Dear, the bottom line is that she is crying out for you to show your love when she does things like you say."
"S-She is?"
"Yes. And it's up to you to rise above petty self-esteem selfishness on your part. Admit or agree with her that you not as good as her black lovers. It's the truth. So say so."
"S-So by doing so, it s-sort of takes the wind out of her sail so to speak?"
"Yes, that the attitude sweetie. And in regard to her coming to you used and smelling of their spent sperm, both in her, and on her in dried splattered splotches in her hair, on her tits, her clothes, and so forth, you must accept and deal with it, and show her your love as a loving, faithful, husband."
"H-How? Give her a bath?"
"Yes dear, but with your tongue."
"W-What! You're saying..."
"Yes son, I'm advocating it's best for you to overcome your reluctance to lick and eat her lover’s sperm they've left in and on her. Show her your love. An emotional as well as physical love, only you can give her at such moments when she opens her bra to let you suck on a cum coated tit, or parts her legs and presents you with her fuck bruised sloppy slimy cunt leaking their abundant spent loads."
"E-Emotional... physical love?"
"Yes son, emotional because you're there for her and accept her as the way she is. The way her men want you to have your wife. The way she wants you to have her. In her eyes dear, you're her pussy whipped wimpy husband dear. She wants you to show her you are. You do so by showing your physical love. Passionately French kiss her. Overlook her blowjob breath and that she's swallowed several heavy wads of fresh hot jism, or that her tongue and lips have lapped and kissed their big black cocks and hairy balls. Savoir the kiss and consider the taste and seminal fragrance as an exotic attribute. Next move to her breast and also love her as you normally would. Don't dwell on the dried cum drops and dregs on her tits and tummy. Just lap them up and keep on your journey to the heart of the matter."
"Journey? H-Heart of the matter?"
"Her pussy, silly boy. And when you kneel before her parted legs and staring right into her well fucked oozing twat and messy sperm soaked bush, don't be uneasy or reluctant in the least about going down on her. Dive into it with gusto. Look upon this as your realm of love making, where you're the master. Mouth, tongue, suck and eat your wife out like there's no tomorrow. Think of what the others have done before you as only foreplay to prepare her for you, for this moment of love. You'll find she'll have an orgasm second to none. If you do all I've told you, you'll never have to worry about her leaving you or some other man taking her away from you."
"I-I see. Y-you think I-I could really keep her by..."
"Of course you can sweetie. Don't fight being what you are in this situation. You're her wimp husband. You love her. She loves you and wants your love as only a wimpy husband can do so. That's your secret and your strength to her dear. Now go save your marriage and keep your wife from possibly from leaving you."
I kissed mom and thanked her for her advice before I left for home. On the way home I thought over every word of her advice and accepted her logic. I knew that the only way to execute her plan was indeed to check my macho pride and self esteem at the door and do what she said.
CHAPTER 2 Using Mother's Advice
Mother's advice worked to the tee. Now Marsha and I are so much closer. It's been two months since I started following mother's counsel.
I've pretty much gotten acclimated to the taste of and consuming other's men's sperm from my wife. My tongue spends far more time in her cunt than my five-inch prick.
A typical scenario is for her to come in from a date and I give her `mouth love' for as long as an hour. She relishes straddling my face and rubbing her cunt all over it as I suck out the draining spermy dregs her lovers have shot deep up her pussy. Sometimes she'll get on the phone and talk to her lover or a girl friend as she's grinding her oozing cunt on my upturned face. She often let them know what was going on, especially if she gets breathless and got off as she's talking.
I at first was surprised to find out she'd let her girlfriends and lovers know of me eating up fuck fluids from her. However, she seemed so proud of me for "eating her cream pie", I didn't stay angry for long after she told me she'd told all her lovers I ate their "dick cream." She also let me know that they didn't disrespect or think bad of me for doing that.
"They all tell me they see it as rather natural for you doing that. I see it as being really romantic of you darling and I just love you being my pussy sucking stud."
Marsha has a way with words. I wasn't sure if others might take what she said as a compliment, but I did.
Just as mother said, my wife really did need for me to just be myself.
I've found that by basically not doing anything or more descriptively, being a doormat and being more of a wimp, my marriage and relationship with my wife and her lovers has gotten so much better. There is hardly any tension between them and me and her. She's recently started inviting them over to our house and our bedroom while I'm there.
Marsha and I have a very stable marriage now. Six months ago, I never thought this possible. She has three steady lovers - all black studs - and they are a fixture in our marriage.
Marsha has repeatedly let me know that she won't tolerate me being unfaithful to her. I have accepted that and have accepted that the marriage is only open in regard to her and her dating and sexing other men.
I have pretty much accepted my husbandly role. I get a bit jealous occasionally, especially when I watch or help her get ready for her dates with her lovers.
I'm pretty much a house spouse when it comes to social activities and going out. I don't seem to really have the time anyway, with all the housework that has to be done. You see, even though my wife doesn't work, her lovers come by many times during the day while I'm working and tie up her with getting all the cum from their black poles. As a result, she just doesn't have the time to get everything done. Additionally, they also want her to go out with them in the evenings also, so that means that I have to fill in around the house.
"Vern?"
"Yes Marsha dear." I replied to my wife's call as she was walking in the door with two shopping bags one evening.
"Which one of these do you like best?" She asked holding up what looked like two long blouses. One was a blue floral print, the other a pink floral print.
"They both will look pretty on you, since you have blue eyes." I paused before asking “But aren't they a bit big for you?"
"They're maternity tops darling, the matching skirts are here in the bag."
"M-Maternity tops! Y-You're..."
"Yes darling, we're going to have a baby." Marsha smiled and embraced me as I sat. She next sat on my lap and told me all about her visit to the OBGY and revealed that she was almost six weeks pregnant.
As she talked, my mind reminded me we hadn't had regular intercourse in two months. She'd been jacking and sucking me off during that time.
"B-But M-Marsha it, uh, the b-baby c-can't be..."
"Can't be yours? No it's not darling. It has to be either Ted, or Lane, or Rufus. One of them is the real father. But you're going to be baby's legal daddy. Aren't you excited?"
"B-B-But Marsha, t-the baby will be b-black."
"Only half darling, but that won't matter. It will be ours."
ANOTHER TALK WITH MOTHER
"Yes Vern I know she's going to have a baby. You should be proud that they've selected you to be the daddy of their baby."
"But mother, h-how can I feel pride in being not only truly cuckolded in such a b-brazen manner, but be made a fool of. I-I'll be humiliated beyond belief." I replied with a tone of anguish.
"Now, now. You not only can feel pride, but also should show pride at your wife having another man's baby. It doesn't matter that the man is black and the baby also. What's important is the love between you two. The formula is simple. You want her and she wants his baby. Therefore if you want her, you want her and the baby since it's a package deal."
Once again, I heeded mother's advice. Eight months later, my wife and I were the new parents of Lane's baby son. He looked just like his biological father.
Mother adores her new grandson and has lectured me repeatedly about not treating the baby as less than my own son. She has made me promise so several times, including at least three times in Lane's presence.
Knowing that the c***d is innocent and legally mine, I wouldn't do otherwise, and especially so since `our' son is also part of the woman I love so dearly.
EPILOGUE
Five years later, Vern and Marsha's family includes four c***dren, including a set of fraternal twins from Rufus and a daughter by Ted. Vern is the dutiful father, who is the primary babysitter for his young family, as his wife still frequently dates and entertains their c***dren's real fathers and their friends.
Vern understands and accepts that his wife will continue to be a slut for black cocks and that he will only get whatever loving is left over after her lovers have enjoyed her charms.
Vern still credits his mom with helping him save his marriage and keeping it on a solid footing.
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