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My wife, Diana, and I have had a pretty typical marriage for most of our lives, living in the Omaha suburbs since college, and raising our children here. I?m Jeff, and I was fortunate to get a job with a major insurance company in Omaha, and now, at the age of forty-eight, I make a good living from my upper management position. Our children have graduated college and are living out of state with their own families.Diana and I had a very good sex life, until she began to lose interest in sex at the age of forty-five, when I was forty-seven. We went from having sex at least twice a week, to maybe once every two months, if I was lucky. She did let me eat her out as often as I wanted to, but she didn?t want to fuck that often. I don?t know what caused her to lose interest in sex, but I still had strong sexual urges to satisfy. I did what many men probably do in my situation, and I began going to porn sites, looking at pictures and reading stories as I masturbated.After reading the stories for a couple of months, I began to focus on the cuckold stories more than any others. I had never had those types of submissive feelings, and I was surprised and even a little ashamed of myself for getting turned on at the thought of becoming a cuckold husband. I was also becoming aroused reading about the cuckold husbands who sucked the cocks of their wives? lovers, and for the first time in my life I was getting turned on by the idea of interracial sex.As my fantasies and perversions became more evolved and intense, I realized that there were only a few authors, from the many porn sites, that were able to create interesting stories that delved into the psychological aspects of the characters and had plausible storylines. So many of the others focus primarily on the sex scenes, but that gets boring for me after a while. I like the intrigue and buildup to the sexual encounters, both when the husband is sucking cock for the first time, and the wife cuckolding her husband for the first time.One night, when I was having trouble finding a good story to read, it occurred to me that although I had never written any fictional stories, and definitely no porn stories, I did a lot of technical and administrative writing in my job. So, I started writing cuckold and bisexual stories. I was thrilled when the moderators published one of my stories for the first time. It took several attempts get the dialogue right, and to learn to edit my own work. I was learning just how arousing it is to write my own stories too, and I started to judge my work by how many times I had to masturbate before I completed each story.I was writing about a wide variety of cuckold and bisexual encounters, but I had not yet written any with African-American characters. I enjoy interracial cuckold stories and knew that they're very popular and a dominant theme in the cuckold genre, but I wasn?t sure that I had the insights necessary to delve into stories involving black men. Our neighbors, Bill and Tasha, are black and the same ages as Diana and me, but it hadn?t previously occurred to me to use them, and especially Bill, as templates for characters in my stories.Bill and I had been good friends for fifteen years, and we often golfed, played tennis together, and helped each other with projects around our homes. He?s a ruggedly handsome black man, with a shaved head; at six foot two inches tall, weighing one hundred ninety-five pounds, he is very fit and athletic. And I knew from glimpses of him in the locker-room at our country club, that he's likely well-hung, although I had only seen him when it's soft.He also has an outgoing personality, and all of us get along very well. Bill isn?t a prude, either. He has racy calendars on the wall in his garage with mostly naked, white women. He sometimes jokes around about wanting to fuck various white women, and I got the feeling that Tasha wasn?t putting out as much as she used to either. Bill?s lean, muscular body, and his big, black cock, even when soft, easily fit the descriptions of many of the black studs in the stories I was reading.Just about the time I was thinking about developing a character like Bill in one of my stories, Diana and I went on a five-day vacation to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. We went with friends from work, named David and Cynthia, and arrived there on Saturday morning to catch some of the parades leading up to the main parade on Tuesday. David and Cynthia are in their early-forties, and they were a good looking and very outgoing couple. They drank a lot more than Diana and me, and when the floats came by, Cynthia didn?t hesitate to raise up her t-shirt and show her big, DD-cup, bare tits for a few strings of beads.Before the trip I thought that the carnival atmosphere of Mardi Gras would somehow put Diana into a good sexual mood, but that didn?t happen. She drank very little booze and was still conservative in her actions. That was hard to take, especially watching the way that David and Cynthia were all over one another. And seeing all the black people there, made me think more and more about Bill, and how much I liked the interracial stories.On the third night there, we had a late dinner and several drinks in our hotel on Bourbon Street. Afterwards, I was in the mood to do a little more drinking, but the others said they were tired and wanted to go back to their rooms. I suspected that David and Cynthia were planning on fucking. Diana told me to go ahead and enjoy myself, and I wanted to explore a little, looking for the less-touristy places after spending a few days and nights in the crowds. After walking around for a half hour or so, I ended up at a little bar, far off the main drag. I have to admit that it was a little scary being there by myself, especially since most of the people I saw are black. They were looking at me with suspicion too.I sat at the bar next to a chubby, elderly, black man. He introduced himself as Theotis, and I gave him my name. After I had a couple of drinks, on top of the ones I had at dinner, and was getting a little woozy, we were talking like old friends, and I was beginning to understand his strong creole accent.The conversation got a little weird when he asked, ?What are you doing so far off the beaten path by yourself, Jeff? I saw you and your pretty wife on your hotel balcony at the parade today, and I would think you?d be back in your hotel, getting some of Kadıköy Escort that. She?s a really sexy lady.?Diana is very pretty, and with her blonde hair, blue eyes, and big 34DD breasts, she does look sexy. Theotis had no way of knowing about her lack of sexual drive, though, and I was just drunk enough to talk candidly about it. I knew I?d never see him again anyway.So, I replied, ?Thanks for the compliment, Theotis. She is very pretty and looks sexy, but that doesn?t mean that she?s feeling up to putting out. It?s really frustrating, but I?ve learned to cope with it.?He laughed and said, ?I don?t know if you noticed, but the brothers were watching her all afternoon, just hoping that she would show off those big tits of hers, like her friend did, when the floats came by. Shit, man, that must take a lot of coping not to be able to suck those big things and get into her pants. What do you do to cope??I explained to him how I started out reading stories, and eventually began writing my own. I probably gave him much more insight than I should have; admitting my fascination with the whole cuckold thing, and even my newfound interest in my black neighbors, as characters in my stories. After all, I was mildly attracted to Tasha too, and sometimes thought about sucking her pussy.He listened intently as I continued, ?This might sound kind of fucked up, but I get very aroused writing those stories, and then I take care of myself by hand.?Theotis smiled and said, ?Yeah, no shit, man, that is fucked up. Explain to me how those stories get you so worked up.?He listened again, as I went into great detail about how I immersed myself in the cuckold characters, and how I got so wrapped up in the action, that it seemed like it was actually happening to me, and that I could almost feel, taste and smell the action.Theotis got a serious look on his face, and he lowered his voice and asked, ?What if I told you that I could make those stories come to life for you??I had no idea what he was talking about and I responded, ?What do you mean, Theotis? How could you possibly do that??He smiled and said, ?I am a hoodoo doctor, and my magic is very powerful. For five hundred dollars, I will cast a spell on you that will allow those stories you write to really happen. There are limits, though. The story would have to be about participants that you know, or could reasonably meet, and situations that are plausible. You couldn?t write about being with some beautiful movie star and expect that to happen.?I'm not very religious to begin with, and I certainly didn?t believe in black magic. But I was just drunk enough and curious enough to ask, ?So, you?re saying that I could write about my neighbor or someone I know from work, and actually force them to do what I describe in my story??Theotis replied, ?Well, not exactly. There is one very strict limit. No one can be forced or coerced into doing anything against their will. For the spell to work, they would need to be agreeable to the interaction, whether they were previously and consciously aware of their perversions or not. The magic would just be awakening their innate desires to perform as you have written but can?t force them.?I was obviously very skeptical and said, ?Well, I?ve heard of voodoo, but never hoodoo, and I don?t believe in either of them.?He went into detail describing the differences, but simply stated, voodoo is a religion, and hoodoo is Southern folk magic, which originated in West Africa. Then he said, ?It is not necessary for you to be a believer for the spell to work. You just need to do as I say when we prepare the spell, and it should be effective by the time you get back home and write your next story. It?s only five hundred dollars, and that shouldn?t be a problem for a man who can afford a hotel room where you?re staying on Bourbon Street.?I had brought a lot of cash with me for the trip, and my foggy mind thought it might be fun to humor him and see what his spell was all about. So, I replied, ?Okay, Theotis, you?ve got me curious now. What do we need to do to? Do you do it right here??He looked very serious after I handed him the money, and he said, ?This is my bar, and I have a special room in the back. These rituals must be performed in the proper setting, and I will need my granddaughter to help on this one, because of the type of spell it is.?I followed him through some heavy curtains to a back room. There were several tables that were setup as altars, with candles of various sizes, colors, and aromas providing the only light. He led me to a low couch in the center of the altars, and in front of a low table with candles, as he motioned for me to sit down. Then, he said something in French-creole that I didn?t understand, and a pretty black woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties, entered the room through another set of curtains. She was plump, but did not appear to be obese, and the robe she was wearing jutted out from what must have been massive breasts.Theotis looked at me and said, ?This is my granddaughter, Felonise, and she will help with the ritual. She has been learning hoodoo magic as my apprentice for many years, and she is quite experienced in these matters. For this spell, we will need to extract your semen and sperm, and she has done this many times for our clients.?I got nervous when he mentioned that they needed my semen and sperm for the ritual, and I knew that it would be embarrassing for me to have them to see my rather small manhood. My dick is only two inches long when soft, and four inches long on hard.So I asked, ?Why can?t I extract my fluids on my own, and shoot them into a condom or something??He was very solemn when he replied, ?This must be done as I direct for it to be effective. Felonise and I will treat you with respect, and you have no need to be embarrassed. She will help you remove your pants and underwear, and then we can begin.?Theotis placed what looked like roots and herbs on the table in front of me, as Felonise got on her knees between my legs. I unfastened my belt and pants, lowered my zipper, lifted my hips, and allowed her to pull down my pants and underwear. It might have just been my imagination, but it looked like she smiled when she saw my little dick. When Theotis saw that I was ready, he began to chant and make all of kinds of incantations that I couldn?t understand, Kadıköy Escort Bayan as he organized and moved the roots and herbs around on the table.At one point, he nodded to his granddaughter, and she leaned down to take my dick into her mouth. It had been years since Diana had given me a blowjob, and Felonise?s big, soft lips and warm, wet mouth felt fantastic on my dick. She began sucking with great enthusiasm, and because my dick and balls are so small, she soon had my dick and both balls in her mouth, licking and sucking as she hummed and moaned a kind of chant.It only took me about three minutes to get close to ejaculation, and when she sensed that I was ready, she removed my balls from her mouth, and just focused on my dick, sucking and running her tongue over it in a ritual pattern. I was seeing stars when my dick finally erupted into her mouth, and she kept sucking until I was drained. Then she moved over to the table, and as Theotis continued chanting, she spit my cum, mixed with her saliva, onto the pile of roots and herbs. Then he made another, somewhat rhythmic, incantation, which I rightly guessed was the final step in the spell.Felonise helped me pull my underwear and pants up, and after I was dressed, I said, ?Wow, Theotis, no offense, but what Felonise did for me was enough to be worth the money alone. I have to ask though, what is the translation of that last chant??He smiled at me and replied, ?What Felonise did was meant to be very pleasurable, as an omen of things to come for you. She is very practiced at giving such pleasure to certain of our clients. I paid special attention in my spell to make it easy for you and your black friend to get together, and I know that will be very pleasurable for you and him.??As for the last chant, it can be roughly translated as follows:*Your written words, as seeds are sown,For your desires, to others make known;Souls in tune, will follow like sheep,As your seeds are sown, so shall you reap.?*Your black friend will provide, all that you want and need,And breed you and your wife, with his potent seed;He?ll use you both hard, wearing no sock,And when he?s finished, you?ll be slaves to his cock.?*The whole spell made sense, after hearing the translated version of the final chant. I understood that my sperm were the seeds that were somehow a proxy for my written words. It was also clear that he was giving special emphasis to my black friend, Bill.Before I left to go back to my hotel, shortly after receiving the spell, Theotis gave me a reminder saying, ?Remember to be very careful and detailed in your writing, for as you write, so shall it be. Your black friend won?t hesitate to use you and your wife for his pleasure, so only describe those things that you are willing to have happen. If all parties are receptive, everything will happen, just as you have written it. And one final thing; you must never tell anyone about the spell, or it will be broken.?I didn?t give the spell much thought for the rest of our time in New Orleans, although, I did think a lot about the great blowjob I got from Felonise. I didn?t believe that a spell like that would work, but it was an enjoyable distraction that really didn?t cost me all that much. Even given my disbelief, when we got back to Omaha, and I resumed thinking about a story involving my neighbor Bill, I decided to follow the advice Theotis had given me, to the letter.My first story under the supposed spell was about Bill, and how I got to see and suck his cock for the first time, which leads to him fucking Diana. I included many details about our relationship over the years, and locations such as our golf and tennis outings at the club, and the time we spent in each other?s homes and garages, working on projects together. If that was successful, whether by magic, or just as a result of putting myself out there and trying something like that for the first time, I was planning on writing more stories about him fucking Diana.I spent a lot of time writing and editing the story, over and over until it was perfect, at least in my mind. I submitted my story to the website about a week and half after we got back from New Orleans, and it was published on the Friday, just before the last weekend in February. The golf course would be open, due to some unseasonably warm weather, but I wrote the story assuming that we would be playing indoor tennis that weekend. Bill agreed to playing tennis with me on Saturday morning, and I could hardly wait to put my plan in motion.We got to the club at 9:00 am on Saturday, and I wanted to get things started in the locker room, during what I thought would be about be about two-and-a-half hours of playing tennis, and then continue it at home. Diana and Tasha were planning on going shopping, leaving home a little before noon, and they thought they would be back by about five in the evening, or so.The club has four indoor courts, and we were fortunate to have some lovely ladies playing on either side of us. The two on one side are in their mid-forties, about the ages of our wives, and the others looked like thirty-somethings. All the ladies are pretty,* wearing those sexy, short tennis skirts with panties that showed as the skirts flew up, and a variety of sleeveless tops, that showed plenty of cleavage. Bill was distracted by the women, and made facial gestures, like raising his eyebrows, to me whenever something revealing happened.Between the games in our second set, when we took a break for some water, he said, ?Damn, Jeff, did you see the ass on that one in the pink outfit. Holy shit, man, I?ll bet that?s some fine pussy and a great fuck.?In the past I wouldn?t have said anything back to him. But trying to follow my story, I wanted to get him talking more about the white women to heighten his arousal, and I responded saying, ?Yeah, no shit, Bill, she is nice, but what about Tasha? She?s a beautiful woman with a fantastic body. How do you think those white women would compare to her??Bill responded to me, just about like I had responded to Theotis, when he replied, ?No offense, man, but I?d really like some white pussy again. And besides, Tasha hasn?t been much in the mood for sex for a couple of years now, since she gained that extra weight. I like her just the way she is, but she?s self-conscious about it. I think I might have worn her out with Escort Kadıköy my big cock too. She always wants me to eat her out, but I don?t eat what I fuck, man. I?ll bet that those white ladies would love some of my thick, black meat.?He had never been quite that graphic in the past, and it seemed like the spell might really be helping things. I egged him on a little more by saying, ?No offense taken, Bill. But tell me; given a choice of these four ladies, would you pick the older ones or the younger ones??Bill chuckled to himself and responded, ?You?d probably think that I?d go for the younger ones; but that older, blonde lady looks mighty fine to me. I?m a sucker for blondes with blue eyes, and her big tits are a real plus.?We played our next game, and then resumed our conversation. That was my chance to personalize things and get him thinking about Diana. So, I said, ?Yeah, she is nice looking, and I like the way she moves on the court. And come to think of it, she looks a lot like my wife, Diana. You haven?t been thinking the same thoughts about Diana, have you??He smiled and said, ?Oh shit, Jeff, I?m not going to lie to you. Diana is damn hot, and I have to admit that I?ve been attracted to her for quite a while; especially since Tasha made me cut back on fucking. And again, no offense, man, but she is one hot piece of ass.?Before the spell, Bill would have never admitted being attracted to my wife that way. I wanted to push a little more and I said, ?A few minutes ago, you mentioned that you?d really like some white pussy again. When have you fucked a white woman??Bill thought for a second, as if trying to decide whether or not to tell me, and then he replied, ?This guy I used to work with saw my cock in the bathroom one day, and over the next couple of weeks he did his best to become friends with me. Then, he invited me to have a few beers with him after work.??We were on our third beer when he told me that he and his wife were swingers, and she had been wanting to fuck a black man. Well, I sure wasn?t going to turn that down, and I fucked her at least once a week for five months, until he got a job transfer and they moved to Los Angeles. She?s a pretty, big-breasted blonde, and I really enjoyed fucking her.?I asked, ?Holy shit, Bill, what did the husband do while you were fucking his wife??He laughed and said, ?That sissy, pervert of a husband watched and cheered me on while I fucked his pretty wife, and he even sucked my cum out of her pussy and sucked my cock clean afterwards. He sucked my cock to completion for me when his wife was on the rag, too, and he was really hungry for it.?I thought for a moment and said, ?That?s amazing, Bill. Do you mean to tell me that all of that started just because he saw your soft cock in the bathroom? And did they really want you to fuck her without wearing a condom.?Bill laughed and said, ?Yeah, I guess so. I can?t really explain it all. From that experience with them, it seems that some men like me are made for breeding, and others are better suited for sucking. They insisted that I not wear any protection, and I think they actually wanted me to knock that bitch up with a black baby.?I could hardly believe how forthcoming Bill was about his experiences with that white couple, and I thought that I had accomplished a lot in only a few minutes of conversation. I decided to wait until we were in the locker room to take things farther, and we finished our three sets without any more discussion about that white couple.Our lockers were next to one another in a row in the far corner of the locker room. We quickly undressed, and Bill wrapped his towel around his waist before we headed to the showers, which are individual stalls. I made it a point to take a quick shower, and I was sitting on the bench in my underwear by the time he came back to his locker.Bill faced away from me when he unwrapped his towel, and although I saw him naked many times before, I realized that I had never really focused on his body. My face was level with his ass, which was thick, protruding, and muscular. The way he stood with his legs spread, I saw his big, low-hanging balls swinging as he moved around putting things into his locker. His overall body was muscular and well-defined, and his creamy-cocoa skin looked smooth and luscious.I wanted him to turn around, so I?d be facing his cock, and let him see me staring at it. So, I said, ?That was a very interesting conversation we had out there today, Bill. I had no idea that you were previously involved with a couple like that. And it?s amazing that the husband only saw part of your cock when you were pissing, and that was enough to get him interested.?Bill turned around, and his cock was only about eighteen inches from my face. He started talking, but I really wasn?t paying attention as I looked at his very black, soft, uncircumcised cock hanging there. It looked to be about seven inches long, and as thick as a shaving cream can. There are thick, protruding veins running all over his shaft, and I liked the way the tip of his cock head was peaking out of the foreskin. His balls were also amazing, and they were about the size of plums, and hanging down even lower than his cock.I looked at him, with his muscular, six-pack abs and chest, and huge genitals, wondering why I had never studied his magnificent body so thoroughly. I was roused from my reverie when I realized that he had been talking to me for what must have been thirty seconds.My focus returned, and I started listening as he was completing a thought, saying, ??so I guess that he had enough experience with the other men fucking his wife, that he realized that my meat is bigger than the others. But what the fuck, Jeff? It didn?t seem like you were listening to me at all, and just staring at my cock. You?ve seen me naked in here hundreds of times; so why so much interest today??Even though it was my intention for him to see me staring at his cock, it was still a little embarrassing to have my friend of fifteen years to call me out like that. I didn?t know what to say, until I remembered the words from my story, and I replied, ?Sorry, Bill, I was just thinking about what you did with that white couple, and I was seeing you in a new light. I guess I was trying to envision you fucking her.?Bill laughed and said, ?Okay, no problem. Let?s get dressed and get the fuck out of here. We can talk more about this at home, if you want to.?His response wasn?t verbatim with the story, but the main thing was that he noticed me staring at his cock that way, and he wanted to talk more about it at home. He drove, and we got back to his home probably only a few minutes after our wives left to go shopping.