Wife's Black Boyfriend Moves In And Takes Over My Man Cave

"I've already given up sex and my bed with you why do I have to give him my man cave too?"
I questioned my wife foolishly. Life has been a continuous readjustment for me ever since my wife Tina invited her black boyfriend Tyrone to move in with us while his condo undergoes renovations.

"Well for one you're no longer the man of the house, if you ever really were, so why would you have a man cave?"
Tina knew well how to cut my ego and put me in my place by highlighting the obvious. First I did nothing when my wife told me she was entitled to have an affair since my little dick didn't properly function.
"It doesn't do anything for me when it does work anyways!" I remember her adding for good measure. Then I agreed to Tyrone living with us for up to the next 3 moths if not longer. "You know how slow contractors are they book all these jobs then keep you waiting after they do the demo." Tina argued to justify the amount of time Tyrone would be staying with us. Of course part of the expectation of him moving in was that I give up my bed so he and my wife could conveniently fuck each other as much as they want. Which is all the time. "All you do in our bed is snore anyways you can do that anywhere!" Tina stated coldly.

That brings us up to present. Now he wants to take my man cave to. I spent years designing it just the way I always dreamed. I gave it a rock and roll theme with all my favorite albums framed on the wall. I have autograph pictures of the bands. Even a guitar autographed by Peter Frampton I won at a charity auction. I had a bar framed in, a custom built pool table and Led Zeppelin playing continuously on the 150 inch screen of the home theater. That man cave is my sanctuary and now that my wife has replaced me in the bedroom it is pretty much the only thing I have left. I'll be damned if I'm giving that up too. Bad enough I have to listen to my wife getting pounded out every morning and night by her Mandingo while I try to rest in the guest bed. This time she's gone too far. This time I'm going to stand my ground!

"Why do I have to give up my man cave?" That was the best I could stammer out. Like some whinny little kid in trouble with his mom. "Well for one you're no longer the man of the house...". Tina's tone was patronizing as she went on speaking to me like a ****** would her *****. "For two we want to make Tyrone feel welcomed. You know how awkward it can be when your staying the night at someone's house imagine how awkward it feels for Tyrone right now."

"I know how awkward it feels when I bring the two of you breakfast in bed!" I smirked desperately trying to get ahead in this losing argument.

"Don't be so coy Tyrone is still getting use to living with us and I think giving him free reign over your stupid man cave would really help him feel more comfortable." Tina replied earnestly.

"He looked comfortable enough when he pulled his dick out for you to suck off on our living room sofa last night." I fired back.

"Grow up!" Tina scolded me with frustration now building in her voice. Her patience was running thin on this back and forth.

"It's not a real man cave anyways. It's just a little boys hangout decorated in old rock stars. It's not like your a rock star or even a musician. You're just a little boy who is still idolizing some old, white rock legends that you will never be. It's so pathetically white I can't stand it."

I protested. "They're not all white. You know I love Jimi Hendrix."

"Of course you pick the one black man singing old white rock music." Tina shot back

"It wasn't white music at the time." I protested. ""Rock and Roll came out of black culture and the blues."
Now it was my turn to educate her she was in over her head on this. I am well versed in rock history. Little did I know I was running straight into her trap.

"Of course it did then a bunch of white men came along and stole the black mans culture. Now you think you're racially diverse because you listen to Hendrix that's so racist.

Dumbfounded I blurt out "How does liking Hendrix make me a racist?"

"If you have to ask that your clearly an over privileged white racist" Tina stated in disgust "Oh my God I can't believe I married a racist. I thought you were about love and acceptance how did I not see it before."

I was raised on guilt so it doesn't take much for those guilty and shame ridden feelings to start pouring out.

"Come on now Tina you know I'm not a racist a little unaware maybe but definitely not a racist. I mean I'm letting you fuck a black man for crying out loud."

"You're letting me? Wow how patriarch of you. You think you own me now. Is it not enough that your ancestors owned slaves. Or is that it. Your ancestors owned slaves so you're relieving yourself of your white guilt by letting a black man Fuck your wife. That's so shellfish, It's like I don't even know you!" The over exaggerated hurt look on her face was obvious but none the less effective.

"I'm sorry you know I didn't mean it that way. Let me make it up to you." I plead excepting defeat.

Pretending to wipe tears away from her eyes Tina exclaimed. "You can try to make it up to Tyrone by giving him the man cave. That's the least you can do for starters.l

So much for standing my ground I guess my get my own platinum record in the cuckolds hall of shame. To be cont.

What about to kick off your slut/whore wife in the ass and ask for divorce? You could easily get it for her fault because she's cuckolding you, so you can save your house, bed and man cave. What would you miss as you aren't allowed to fuck her anymore?
And I don't think that Tyrone would be happy to take care of the slut as his steady burden.

Vivid memories will forever be seared in my mind from the day Tyrone first moved in with us. The Sacramento sun scorched down that day in July without a single cloud for cover. My wife screeched as she leapt off the couch screaming enthusiastically "He's here, he's here!"

She was as excited as a motel maid who just found out she won the jackpot in the Powerball.. With a sense of doom I looked out the window and watched the black Bentley SUV pull into our driveway. Tyrone stepped out of the car dressed in white slacks and a half unbuttoned dress shirt. He took one quick look around the neighborhood before removing his sunglasses. My wife rushed out to greet him with a big hug. As she jumped into his arms he spun her in circles and rewarded her enthusiasm with a long passionate kiss. I'm sure more than one spying eye in the neighborhood was taken back by the audacious behavior of my wife and her now public black lover. Even though they had been dating with my knowledge for the last three months it was the first time I actually ever seen Tyrone in person. He towered next to my wife like a giant. He stood every bit of six foot seven and cradled Tina with ease against his lean, dark, muscular build. I watched from the window as Tina wrapped her bare legs around Tyrone's waist. He hoisted her up even higher so their hips would align perfectly. I'm not sure if my wife was even aware that she was still only wearing a red thigh high silk robe, to which the sash was now only loosely tied after her aerobatic leap. There was more than an ample of her plump breast and laced bikini bottom exposed. I remember feeling almost grateful that her half naked body was at least shielded from prying eyes by Tyrone's massive figure. His large black hands cupped her milky white ass cheeks as he carried her back towards the house. I could hear her excited voice telling Tyrone how anxious she's been for him to move in. Tina eagerly kissed him again and agin as He held her up effortlessly with one hand while opening the screen door with the other.

"Danny!" Tina call out loud enough for half neighborhood to hear. "Bring in the boxes from Tyrone car. You can move him into his new home while he and I catch up."

As I gathered boxes out of Tyrone's car I felt the silent nods of disapproval all around me. The faint sound of snickers carried on the wind from down the street. The corner of my eyes caught curtains snapping close as neighbors turned away from the spectacle in utter disgust. "What kind of man moves his wife's lover into their home?" The pondering thoughts that I'm sure we're going through the heads of my neighbors we're going through mine as well. I carried the first two boxes of another mans belongings into my home, my castle, my sanctuary. I knew this would be a turning point that I could never undo.

After performing an awkward balancing act, so as not to drop Tyrone's boxes as I struggled with the screen door, I stepped back into the house to find Tina and Tyrone chatting together on the couch. They were either oblivious to my presence or just uninterested that I was even there. dumbfounded I stood meekly with the weight of the boxes now growing heavy in my scrawny, pale arms. As if I didn't even exist Tina and Tyrone continued to chat and laugh in between exchanging kisses. Timidly I cleared my throat. No response. I cleared it again slightly louder. This time they both looked at me questioningly.

"Umm where should I take these?" I stammered as I gestured to the boxes in my shaking arms.

Tina rolled her eyes and responded "To our bedroom silly. Do you really have to be told. You can move your things out after you're done moving Tyrone in."

After placing the the first two boxes gently down in the corner of the bedroom I headed back out for a second load. The sound of Tina's voice stopped me before I reached the door.

"Oh I must have lost my manners in all the excitement...". Tina started. I thought it would be at that point she would introduce me to her boyfriend since we have never officially met. Instead she merely asked Tyrone if he would like a refreshment. The moment he accepted Tina snapped her fingers and demanded Me to bring Tyrone a cold beer from the fridge. Obediently I slunk into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I could hear Tina speaking with pride as she told Tyrone how she stocked our fridge in advance with all his favorite beverages. I walked back into the living room just in time to see Tyrone rewarding my wife with another deep passionate kiss for her thoughtfulness. After I handed Tyrone the cold beer I stood there briefly in expectation. Perhaps now my wife would introduce me or perhaps he would thank me and introduce himself.

Instead my wife just scolded "Well don't just stand there dumb-nuts, get back to work. Tyrone's bags are are not going to move theirselves."

I Scurried about the task at hand and by my third trip I walked in to find my wife with her head buried in Tyrone's lap. Neither of them paid me any mind as i walked past them carrying his belongings to what would soon be my former bedroom. Tyrone still held the beer in his hands as he closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch. My wife's robe was now completely open exposing her naked breast as she eagerly bobbed her head up and down on his massive erect cock. I must admit I was mesmerized as I have never actually seen a dick that big before. It was not just his length but also his girth. It was as though he started to grow another forearm where his penis should have been. I was shell shocked. Yes by his size and the fact that my wife was sucking his cock right in front of me, but it was more than that. It was the way she was sucked his cock. Like a seasoned pro. I mean I realize she's been fucking him for 3 months now but even still, where did she learn to suck a cock that massive so skillfully and with so much passion? I've enjoyed the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my five and a half inches a few times but she never seemed to put much effort into it, let alone enjoy it. With me she was just going through the motions. With Tyrone though it was obviously different. My wife didn't just suck his cock she LOVED SUCKING HIS COCK and you could tell the more she did it the more she desired it. In that moment I knew this was going to be a daily ritual I would have to get use to witnessing.

It Took five more trips to bring the rest of Tyrone's belongings into the house. My wife continued to worship his cock the whole time I was working. As I finished bringing the last box in Tina finished Tyrone off in her mouth. She held his wet, semi soft cock in her hand and nestled it up against her large naked breast. They glistened with the last remains of his cum tracks. She looked up at me with a string of jizz dangling from her chin and asked "Is that everything?

"Yes!" I replied robotically.

"Good! Then go gather up your junk and move yourself to the spare bedroom." Tina stated coldly.

Depleted I headed to the bedroom and gathered my things.

I collected all my hygiene supplies from the master bathroom then gathered my clothes, from the connected walk in closet, and threw them into a hamper. As I walked back into the bedroom I saw my now fully naked wife kneeling on the bed. She was positioned face down ass up looking at me as Tyrone stood behind her. He slapped his once again fully erect cock against her ass checks. It sounded like thunder cracking in the room every time he brought his heavy member smacking down against my wife's now redden ass. Without even looking up Tyrone finally spoke to me for the first time.

"Do you have all your trash gathered up white boy?"

"Yes sir." I replied passively.

I'm not sure why I addressed him as sir at that moment. I know it will sound crazy to most people but it just felt like the appropriate response. I guess it's the response we're programmed to give those in positions of authority. At that moment there was no denying Tyrone was in the position of authority. He laid claim to my bedroom and was about to lay claim to my wife who submissively waited for him to give her the fucking she craved.

"Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out white boy!" Tyrone said dismissively.

He then rubbed his cock against my wife's soaking wet slit and told her to beg for it.
Looking at me dead in the eyes Tina stated "Please Daddy give me your Big,Black, Cock!"

Tyrone gave her just the tip and made her beg again. Still looking me in the eyes my wife pleaded "Please Fuck Me Daddy. Please, I need... ugh..I need to cum on your Big Black Cock Daddy Please..."

Tyrone slid a little deeper into my wife's pussy teasing her anticipation and hunger.
"Tell your bitch boy to get out, tell him he's not needed anymore." Tyrone demanded of her.

The sensation of having her pussy stretched over Tyrone's girth left my wife breathless. She started painting trying to find air, aching with longing in her loins. She needed to feel him. All of him. His full length. His full power. She didn't need lovemaking. She needed to be taken. She needed to be fucked. As she Hyperventilated she could feel her vaginal muscle contracting against the rigid girth of his shaft. Tina attempted to gyrate her hips but Tyrone locked her into place. Tina breathed faster and squirmed underneath of him attempting to tighten her pussy around his cock in the hope that she could seduce him into action but Tyrone wouldn't budge.

"Tell him Tyrone repeated,"

My wife whimpered and panted more. Painting to form the words, painting in anticipation of the orgasm to come. Painting for the good dicking she needed.

"Get out bitch!" she finally stammered between pants "You're not needed anymore!" She groaned in a low guttural grow. She starred me down in a look of detest. I could tell she blamed me in that moment for her satisfaction being delayed and she despised me for it.

Tyrone glanced up briefly, as I remained frozen in my tracks, and yelled "Get the Fuck Out Bitch!"

As I ran out of the bedroom I heard Tyrone slam his full length into my wife's pussy. Her screams filled the hall behind me as she instantly orgasmed with his first thrust. A thrust which was soon followed by another then another. Tina's cries of ecstasy engulfed the whole house as her orgasms came in rapid fire. They spilled over into one continuous climax until she literally passed out. From the spare bedroom I listened to the sounds of my wife being ravaged for hours. When she passed out Tyrone would revive her just so he could
ravage my wife's pussy again. It wasn't about satisfying her he had already done that with the first thrust. Nor was it about satisfying himself. Sure he would come in my wife's pussy tonight most likely multiple times but that was just a consolation prize. That first night was about dominance. Not dominance over my wife he already established that months ago. That first night was about establishing his dominance over me and everything I held dear in my life I knew then not my home, not my wife, nothing in my life would never be mine again. From that moment they belonged to Tyrone, the new man of the house. They would always belong to him.

To be cont.

Please more, I can't wait for the next chapter of this damn hot story
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

You don't get it, at all.

Vol92

A man must also have dignity, not be a useless thing.

Sorry, that was harsh on my part. I am protective of cuckolds and hate males calling a Cuckoldress a "whore/slut."
I think he wants to submit to Her, and standing up to a Woman Who dominates you is difficult. Everyone has a role in a cuckolding relationship, he has his, and I think he just wants to share this experience and your "advice" didn't seem to help the situation presented here.
I haven't read brandedcuck's latest post, but by the length of it and the fact that his username is "brandedcuck," I don't think he's the "kick your slut/whore wife in the ass and ask for a divorce?" kind of cuckold.
I'd rather not get any more into this, but let's just have some prospective before ill-suited advice is offered, and end it at that, OK?

Just read your latest post, brandedcuck, and it was excellent! Thanks for sharing!

Well said vol92! If submissive husbands wanted to divorce their wives, they wouldn't be posting descriptive accounts on cuckold websites.
Peter C

More please

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