Cuckolded by the Local Wigger

[torontocuck]

There was no stopping the inevitable - I was powerless to stop it, I just had to let things run their course, and hope my beautiful bride, Laryssa, would come back to me when the neighbourhood wigger, Mark, was done with her.

Laryssa was known as the hottest girl in the neighbhourhood, in her late 20s, a stunning blonde that looked like Jessica Alba. I was several years older than her, and I'll admit, she was way too hot for me. She ran her own company and was the breadmaker in the family, while I struggled with odd-jobs where I could find them. This was a non-issue for her, she maintained, and I liked that I was independent.

I knew of Mark from around the neighbourhood, because he had a reputation from the school down the street as THE troublemaker. He was older now, a little too old to be hanging around the neighbourhood with his hoodrat friends, but everyone kind of knew they were up to no good. The smell of weed lingered around them whenever you passed by them. They were often confronted by cops, mostly for harassing passersby. You had to suck up to Mark if you were in his circle - you were either his 'boy' or his enemy. Those who didn't kiss his ass got picked on by he and his boys, a trait I never had to deal with...mostly because I avoided him as much as I could.

Aside from my knowledge of him, I didn't really think about him. My wife, however, always brought him up. She would often talk about the crude comments Mark would make whenever they would bump into each other in the neighbourhood - be it the coffee shop, in the park, the movies, they saw a lot of each other. She would complain to me how it was so juvenile to make the comments he would make about her body, the things he wanted to do to her, and often joked that he talked like a ghetto kid despite being as white as they came. I would often tell her to stop thinking about him so much, not to sweat him, but she just hated him so much, she couldn't help it.

I would find out later that the hate she had for him was sexual lust.

Mark was persistent with her, despite having a reputation for banging almost the entire female student body, he hit on Laryssa everywhere he went. One day I was coming home early and saw Mark and his friends hanging out in front of the park, and saw Laryssa and her friends with them. Mark and my wife were looking each other in the eye, and it looked like tension was brewing, all eyes were on them. My wife was angry, she was yelling, she was in an argument with him. I started to walk towards them but stopped cold when I saw Mark's hand grab her waist, sliding it up to her ribcage. She blushed when he did this, and looked up at him. Mark smiled back and leaned in for a kiss, and suddenly one of my wife's friends pulled her away! The ladies all bolted, and Laryssa turned her head back to Mark as she walked away, smiling and waving. Mark smirked back, cocked his head and nodded to her, his friends high-fiving him as he did.

I didn't bring up what I saw that day, but Laryssa's behaviour changed drastically. She stopped complaining about Mark, and seemed to be in la-la land for the remainder of the day. The next day she wore a stunning outfit that showed a lot of skin, and I wondered who she was dressing up for. I came home early again and saw my wife hanging out with Mark and his friends, this time none of her friends were around - just her and his boys. None of them cock-blocked him, it was just Laryssa leaning against a wall, caressing his chest, looking up at him, Mark hovering above her, his forearm against the wall, his lips inches away from hers, his index finger lightly teasing her abs...I ran home immediately because I came in my pants just watching them.

I confronted my wife about what I saw that day, and she told me they were just talking, that all this time, she realized now that Mark had behaved the way he had because he had a crush on her, and she understood it. She admitted to me that she was extremely flattered, and that she kind of liked all the attention a guy younger than her was giving her. She also told me that, while the flirting was harmless, giving in to a punk whom she thought she was better than made her wet. Laryssa saying that to me - her husband - made me fully hard.

A few days later I saw Laryssa at the local park, this time in the stands of a basketball court, watching Mark play. He was drenched in sweat, and no matter what was going on in the game, she didn't take her eyes off him. I decided to spy on them as Mark came up to her after the game and embraced her, and was wide-eyed when she hugged him back. They talked for a while before leaving the court, Mark's arm around my bride. He made some sort of obscene gesture towards his friends as they looked on behind Laryssa's back, which made them howl and high-give one another. I raced home, convinced that I had seen enough, and contemplated how I was going to put an end to this. Before long, Laryssa and Mark came home too, and for some reason, I decided to hide in a closet in the living room.

Laryssa suggested that Mark cool off, offered him a beverage, and that he should take his drenched shirt off, but Mark pulled her in close and told her to take his shirt off for him. Laryssa smiled and started to slowly peel his shirt off his body upwards, her hands tracing his rock hard abs and chest. She moaned while doing it, and Mark's hands slid from her hips to her ass, squeezing it. She smelled his shirt and told him he stank, he told her she loved it, grabbed the back of her head and forced her face into his chest. Laryssa moaned louder and as she looked up at him, Mark kissed her on the lips, pulled back, smiled at her and kissed her again. Laryssa wrapped her arms around Mark's neck as he leaned down to meet her height, and pushed her against the wall, ripping off her blouse, exposing her breasts (I wondered why she didn't wear a bra...). He yanked off her dress and slid her panties aside, breaking the kiss to tell her she was soaking wet. She just smiled and went limp as he lifted her up, then down so that her legs wrapped around his waist. Mark carried her to the sofa and got on top of her, missionary style, and Laryssa slid down his jogging pants with her feet.

"I can feel your cock against my thigh!" she whimpered as Mark kissed her neck, her breasts, her abs, her arms...Laryssa was giving into her lust just the same, her tongue licking his neck, her mouth sucking his earlobe, her lips kissing his chest. They were so into each other that neither one of them heard or saw me sneak out of the closet and out of the house. The last thing I heard as I left the place made me cum in my pants again.

"Please put it in me..." my wife said.
"If I do," Mark responded, "You'll be my girl from now on."
"Do it, please"
"You wanna be my little slut, bitch?" he teased her.
"Yes!"
"You wanna get thug-fucked, bitch?" he said, more aggressively.
"YES!"
"Tell me what you want, SLUT!"
"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, PLEASE MAKE A WOMAN OUT OF ME!!!"

I came home later that day, and Laryssa made no attempt to tell me what happened. There was a wet spot on the couch, and a cumshot on the armrest. She was beaming for the rest of the evening, I couldn't scrub the smile off her face. She was on cloud nine.

But she never told me about what I saw, and what I didn't see.

And I didn't ask.