The Break

Hey guys, first I should credit the very fine Indecent mag vol. 8 (https://www.cuckoldplace.com/3_27839_0.html#msg247970
check it out!). The first third or so of this story was published there, and written by someone else - but I just wanted to hear more, so I wrote it myself I don't publish or having anything to do with Indecent (although I do enjoy the heck out of it). I made a few edits for better continuity, and certainly tried my best to take it in a new direction (otherwise what's the point right?)

Enjoy!

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THE BREAK

Post 1

After six years of what I thought was a perfect marriage, I was stunned to come home from work one day three months ago to hear my lovely wife, Leslie, ask me for a temporary separation. Her request hit me like a ton of bricks. “We can still live together,” she said, “But I need to do this for the sake of our love and marriage in the longterm.” She went on to explain how she needed this ‘freedom apart’ in order to explore her feelings. Leslie had never shown signs of any doubts in our marriage, so that’s why I became so devastated with the news.

I thought maybe the stress from work had finally caught up with her. We were still living together under the same roof but our ‘temporary separation’ didn’t actually sink in to me until I realized how much time was passing by without the pleasure of sex anymore. Not to mention how uncomfortable the sofa quickly became.

Only a couple of days after Leslie broke the painful news to me, my wife mentioned she planned to go out with some friends on Friday. I said that it sounded like fun, but she quickly told me that she would prefer going with just her friends.

"Girls only," she giggled.

I was a little surprised at how upbeat she was, given the separation. Still, it had been a very long time since she’d been out alone with just the girls, so I was hoping that maybe a little fun night would brighten her spirits and then she could put all this separation nonsense to an end (and maybe I could finally get laid again).

When Friday night finally came around my wife literally locked herself in the bathroom for two hours so she wouldn’t be disturbed as she got ready. I was only expecting Leslie to walk out of there with a new outfit on, nothing extraordinary but something she felt would look better than what her girlfriends were going to wear. I have to be absolutely certain to stress this next part with you, because what my wife had on when she walked out of that bathroom totally surprised the living cuckolds brownie out of me. I knew right then that something had totally changed about my girl.

I should describe my wife first. Leslie is a gorgeous 29 year old blonde with a very pretty face. Through 6 years of marriage, my wife has always been able to maintain her weight. She’s 5’9” tall, about 130 lbs and she looks especially gorgeous in bikinis during the summer. She has a plump 34C chest and a tight little round ass that makes her petite body stand out from the rest.

That night my eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw what my wife was dressed in to go out. Her lipstick was bright red, and it was clear she had spent a long time perfectly applying her eyeliner and makeup. She wore brand new strapped heels, and some very snug jeans that I hadn't seen before. Even worse, she had on this skin tight high cut top exposing her entire midriff, and she was obviously not wearing a bra. It was very noticeable even from across the room because of the way that tight top was clinging to the curves of her perky breasts.

When it became apparent that a hint of her nipples could also be seen through the thin material, I begged Leslie to please reconsider what she was wearing. The top was a dark, red color so they weren’t extremely noticeable, but since my wife always attracts lots of attention I didn’t want her to wear it. She broke my heart when she began to giggle like a little slut and insisted that this was the way the ‘younger generation’ dress when they go clubbing and my wife wanted to fit in.

This was the first time I heard anything about her friends taking her to the clubs. I assumed they were just going to go to the movies or something simple like that. The thought of my wife on the dance floor with her big tits swaying across her chest as she bumped and ground to the music was filling my mind with painful images.

Men of all ages would want to dance by her side, wanting to catch an eyeful of her delicate nipples trying desperately to poke through her skimpy little top.

Still, despite knowing how hurt I was to see her having her chest on display like that, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said absolutely nothing as she scampered out the front door and jumped into the back seat of her friends’ car.

For eight weekends in a row, I watched my beautiful wife leave through the front door while wearing tight jeans or extra short mini skirts and always with very revealing tops on. Her fantastic tits jiggled as she hurried out the door.

I still couldn’t accept the fact that she was allowing guys at the club to look at what had been for my eyes only for the past years. Dressed like that for weeks in a row, I’m sure Leslie had given half the single guys in town a massive erection.

Leslie never came home until four or five in the morning the next day and whenever I thought I could take advantage of her takesen state, even then she would push me away reminding me of our ‘temporary situation.’ At this point it had been over two months since Leslie had given me anything and jerking off was definitely starting to suck. I needed my wife’s warm, moist cunt wrapped around my cock. I was sure she got wet from hearing all the compliments from all the guys at the clubs, and I could never understand why she wouldn’t want me to fulfill her sexual needs.

The next Friday I begged Leslie to let me tag along and watch her and her friends have a good time on the dance floor. Maybe, I hoped, if we danced together on the floor she would forget all about this stupid time-apart bullcuckolds brownie and start being a wife to me again!

She sighed, obviously frustrated, and shrugged her shoulders but she did agree, on the condition that I please not cause a ‘scene’ around her friends, especially about how I hate her ‘slutty’ new tops.

I promised I wouldn’t make a scene saying I’d behave if she took me with her just once. When I learned what my wife had actually been doing the last two months, I wish I had never gone out with her that night.

When it was time to head out, one of her friends drove up in a huge brand new silver SUV. Apparently the guy her friend, Christie, was dating had loaned it to her so the girls could have more room to fit everyone into one vehicle.

I was asked to sit in the third seat back while Leslie sat in the second. As we were driving I took a better look at my wife’s crop top and I realized how much more revealing this one was compared to the others. The one she had on now was quite thin and a much lighter shade, so much so that her pink nipples were clearly noticeable and I couldn’t fucking believe I had not caught it earlier.

In any event, there wasn’t any turning back now and I had promised not to cause a scene. After eight weeks I still just couldn’t accept how Leslie was shamelessly flaunting her tits like this for complete strangers at the clubs. The evening air was a little cool, even inside the SUV, and Leslie's nipples became slightly hard, making them even more obvious. She wore a tiny black leather mini skirt I'd seen her wear out to the club once before, and I have to admit I had to wipe some drool from my lips at how much of her long legs I could see when she sat. Because of our separation, It had been so long since since I had seen her naked. I couldn't help but gawk at her, and had to shift myself around where I sat to hide an inconvenient erection.

As we rode, Leslie was quickly giddy with excitement. She and her friends were already moving to the dance music on the radio and catching up about what so-and-so had done since last week. I didn't know any of her friends very well, so I didn't pay much attention. By now the vehicle was almost full. Besides Leslie and I, there were three other girls and - I was relieved to see - one of their boyfriends, Steve, and the only space left was the middle seat, between Leslie and one of her younger friends.

That’s when we pulled into the mall parking lot and I was surprised to see a huge black guy approach the truck. The girls began to giggle once this guy opened the back door and smiled at them, and I watched as he sat next to my wife and gave her a full kiss on the lips.

I found myself immediately looking for answers. At first I convinced myself that they must be just good friends. My wife is a very friendly permister so I thought maybe she was just really close to this guy and this was their way of greeting each other. All of the girls did seem quite taken with him, and Christie quickly asked him if he had brought one of his mix discs with him again this week.

He handed her a CD and told her to crank the subs. When she put it in, the SUV began shaking with obnoxious bass in some sleazy gangster rap about pimps. Leslie and the rest of the girls laughed and even jokingly faked along with a sample of a woman moaning in the chorus.

When we finally arrived at the club, there was a large line outside. Leslie's black friend swaggered up to the bouncer at the door and slapped hands with him like old friends. The bouncer took one look at Leslie and her friends and pulled back the velvet rope to let them through. He frowned as Steve and I approached.

"Trav and me go back, and his fine ladies are always welcome, but you bros are gonna need to wait your turn." He gestured to the back of the line

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Steve and his girlfriend decided they would leave and try the club down the street. But Leslie was already disappearing into the club with her friends. As I got into line, I swore I caught a glimpse of "Trav" patting Leslie's ass as they went in.

20 minutes later, when I finally got inside the club, it took me a moment to spot the girls through the crowd. They were talking with the bartender and almost immediately I caught him glancing down at my wife’s chest. The smirk she had on her face after catching the bartender glancing at her exposed breasts told a million stories. Since our separation my wife had been developing into a total exhibitionist. The sight of other men staring at her chest probably drove her fucking wild, but if she wasn’t having sex with me, how was my wife releasing all of this sexual tension? I caught her eye and waved at her as I tried to make my way through the crowd to her. Although she clearly saw me, she just turned back around and spoke, laughing with the bartender.

Eventually the girls had all bought themselves takes, and I felt completely ignored when my wife went onto the floor without me to mingle in with a group of guys. With her take still in her hand, Leslie raised her arms up high over her head and began to move her body to the beat. Within seconds every guy around my wife was staring at her tits.

Leslie was right about one thing, she wasn’t the only one dressed like this. Though they were younger, I saw many other girls wearing similar outfits without a bra. The only
difference was they weren’t drawing a crowd like Leslie was. In the dance floor lighting, her top was even more transparent than before.

No matter how bad it was to see other men ogling my wife’s breasts, what hurt me the most was to see her black friend by her side the entire night.

She was allowing him to feel the soft skin of her bare sides and on numerous occasions I watched as Leslie bent over and literally began to rub her tight ass all around his entire crotch area.

I knew they were just dancing, but the sight of her huge friend reaching down to grab her hips with her ass grinding against his crotch made it look as though he was fucking my wife like she was some wild bitch in heat. The expression on her face wasn't helping.

I’m positive Leslie felt his big black hard cock press against her inviting cunt, only making her married snatch that much wetter with curiosity and lust. By the look in his eyes I knew he wanted to fuck her too, he wanted to show my wife what it felt like to be nailed by a huge black cock.

We left the club at a little after one. Everyone started to pile into the van and I figured I’d take my place in the third and last seat back again.

Leslie’s black friend jumped into the driver’s seat which was a relief because he was the only one out of us not takes. What surprised me was to see my totally sloshed wife work herself into the passenger seat next to him leaving her friends to take seats in the back. It’s only been since our separation that Leslie has been takes like this every week. She seemed to be having the time of her life though and I couldn’t really complain.

However, the events that took place during the drive home drove a stake through my heart and I couldn’t believe I was so fucking stupid and naive not to have noticed the hints in front of me all night long.

Being in the farthest seat I didn’t have the best view, but I could easily hear what my wife was saying. She arched her back to make her chest and perky c-cup tits point straight out.

“What do you think of my top tonight, Travis?” she asked her friend.

While looking down at herself she rubbed her nipples with her fingers. She said she thought he loved the fact that her tits were so plainly noticeable. I watched as Travis glanced in the rear view mirror to see if I had been watching, and when he caught my eye he told Leslie to cool it a little.

My wife’s friends kept eyeing each other, worried that I was catching on to what had been going on the past few weeks but Leslie was so fucking out of it she didn’t care what I thought. She kept talking dirty to Travis and eventually he gave up trying to stop her. “It’s been days since I had your big black cock, Travis,” she said. “I can’t help it if you make me horny.”

I watched in disgust as my wife leaned over to him with a look of lust in her eye. Then I clearly heard a zipper being slowly pulled down and I knew exactly what my little princess was digging for.

She wanted to play with his black cock like she’d probably done for weeks before. They probably talked about not doing anything in front of me tonight but Leslie was so fucked up on holy water she could care less about the consequences.

Though I couldn’t see much from where I sat, I could tell from her arm movements that she was jerking him off and when I saw his facial expression in the mirror I knew he wasn’t going to stop her.

Travis turned the rap up loud and I couldn’t hear what my wife was saying, but from reading her lips I clearly made out a few suggestive words.

“Want”, “cum”, and “mouth” were enough to tell me what to expect next. I watched in complete disbelief as my wife’s head disappeared from my view. He reached over and placed a hand on her little ass and I watched as Leslie’s back began to rise and fall over and over again.

Though I couldn’t see it, I knew my wife now had a big black cock in her mouth right in front of me. I was powerd to watch as Travis then reached up to lift her crop top enough to expose her breasts. With one huge hand he cupped one of Leslie’s big tits and began to massage it.

For several minutes I was powerd to watch my wife lying across the driver’s seat, with only the view of her back rising and falling several inches suggesting Travis must have a big fucking cock.

When Travis began to pull over right on the highway I knew what to expect. He had his hands on the back of Leslie’s head and he was sitting bolt upright in his seat. Leslie went down one last time and didn’t come back up.

I knew my fucking slut wife now had her moist lips sealed around the base of her black friend’s thick shaft, allowing him to drain his balls down her throat.

Not only was she doing this right in front of me, but brazenly in front of a truck full of onlookers.

After Travis stopped his bucking movements, I watched as my wife slowly sat back up into her seat. When she turned to the side, I could see an obvious large wad of her lover’s cum dripping from her cheek.

It is hard to explain the awkward feeling of seeing another man’s cum on your wife’s face. She just kind of smiled and started wiping it off while maintaining eye contact with him. She obviously thought it was funny and she laughed as she spread her fingers apart enjoying the sensation of its warm gooey stickiness.

I’m sure the first time she sucked Travis off and took his entire cock down her throat he told her how gifted she was. Now he just grinned at her and the rest of the truck. The other girls were blushing and smiling at him.

We arrived home. I stumred out of the SUV, trying my best to ignore her friends' poorly hidden laughter. Leslie rolled down her window.

"We're going to catch up with Steve and Angela at 42 Street Lounge for cheap highballs," my wife smiled at me while she redid her lipstick and makeup in the passenger mirror. "Have a good night."

I stood in takesen shock as they drove off, the obnoxious bass of Travis' rap fading as they left. When I got inside, I tried relaxing but found I was way too excited. I was outraged at how Leslie had behaved, but what was really frustrating was how hard it made me.

By 3:00 AM, I decided to catch a cab down to the club Leslie said they would be at. When I got there, the lounge was closing and a crowd of people had gathered for cabs at the entrance. I recognized one of Leslie's friends from earlier and asked her if she had seen Leslie. She said that Leslie and Travis had only dropped her and the rest of her friends off at the lounge, before heading back to his place hours ago.

Humiliated and exhausted I returned home.

post 3

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Leslie didn't return until late the following afternoon, and then it was just to get changed. After an hour she emerged from the bathroom in a tiny pink haulter mini-dress. A very flashy necklace brought attention to the outrageous plunging neckline on the dress.

As she grabbed her purse to leave, she said that Travis was having a few buddies over to watch the game at his place tonight and that her and Christie had volunteered to serve them takes. Before she could continue I burst out and confronted her about what I had seen.

Leslie said that she fucked Travis many times at his house since they met on her first night out. But she said that she enjoyed blowing him in front of me even more. She said there was something extra hot about being a brazen slut wife. I said that she shouldn't behave that way and that she was my wife. She reminded me we were separated now and said she had only started seeing Travis after we started the separation.

"Anyway, I don't think you hate the idea as much as you claim," she laughed and looked down at my crouch. Much to my embarrassment I realized I had an obvious hard on.

Outside, I heard Travis' SUV honk the horn impatiently.

"Gotta go. Don't wait up!" she smiled as she anxiously ran out the door to meet him. Her beautiful tits bounced as she went, reminding me how long it had been since I'd seen any real action.

As I heard them drive off, I collapsed on our living room couch and tried my best to cool off and lose the raging boner I had. I couldn't believe my reaction to Leslie's humiliating behavior. My marriage was an even bigger shamble than I had known, and only now were the true implications of what Leslie had been up to during our separation sinking in. In spite of this, I couldn't suppress how excited and horny I was.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Leslie's cell phone ringing on the kitchen counter. She must have forgotten it in her eagerness. The ID said it was Christie calling, so I let the voicemail get it. Giving in to temptation, I opened up her address book on the phone and found Travis.

He lived in a nicer neighborhood down by the bay. I recognized the street, as my boss lived several blocks away in quite a large ocean front home. Before I had really thought it through, I was starting our car and driving to his house.

I got caught in traffic and had plenty of time to second guess myself. I tried to think of something else as the stand-still got worse, worried I'd cum in pants while driving. An hour and a half later, I parked the car a few blocks away from where he lived and walked the rest of the way.

They had obviously arrived quite some time before, as the SUV was already blocked in the driveway by two other cars. I could hear Travis' obnoxious rap playing from the backyard and I could barely make out several male voices laughing. Stupidly, I made my way up the drive way, setting off an automatic light on the house. I heard a dog barking from inside the house, and suddenly I heard Travis yelling out something about "Brad finally arriving."

I barely had time to dive over the neighbor's fence before the front door opened on the other side of the drive way. I hid in the early evening dusk, peaking over the wooden fence. Christie stood at the door briefly looking for the new arrival. I couldn't believe what she was wearing. Casually, she stood checking up the street, wearing nothing but a sheer deep blue thong bikini and heels. As she shrugged her shoulders and went back in, I breathed a sigh of relief and admired the tantalizingly brief site of her swaying ass in the tiny thong.

The neighbor's house that I stood in front of was dark with all the lights off, and I noticed the fence that I hid behind extended all along the property. I crawled along behind it, until I was next to Travis' backyard. The fence was higher there, but luckily I found a small hole to see through. Peering through, I saw Travis and two of his buddies - both big black guys as well - sitting by the pool takeing some beer. They had wheeled out a big screen TV onto the back patio and sat playing poker while watching the basketball game.

A sliding door from the house opened, and I saw Christie walk up behind Travis. She placed her hand on his shoulder and said something I couldn't hear over the rap. Travis stopped takeing his beer.

"Where the hell is that Nigga at?" he asked laughing to his buddies. He was talking quite loudly, obviously having enjoyed several beers already. He grabbed a cellphone off of the poker table and made a call. "Brad, where the fuck you at with my endo?" he yelled with a big grin.

I caught myself salivating, as I became distracted by Christie. She was lighting some tiki-torches on the patio, and as she walked I couldn't help but leer at her young, beautiful, long legs. I swear I could feel my cock throb achingly in my pants in rhythm with the clicking of her heels on the stone patio. I noticed Travis' friends were also admiring her while he joked on the phone.

Travis hung up and Christie came over and sat on his lap. He muttered something to her and slapped her ass before returning his attention to the poker game.

The door opened again, and my heart sank when I saw Leslie. In the soft torch lite, she looked absolutely gorgeous. She had obviously tightened the mini-dresses haulter ties which not only moved the bottom hem of the skirt much higher up her legs, it made the fabric covering her breasts much tighter against her. The edges of her big breasts were exposed on either side of the stretched, pink fabric and her nipples - hard in the evening air - clearly poked through.

She brought out another beer for Travis and a huge martini for one of his friends. As she bent over to place the martini on the table, her dress was high enough that I could clearly see she wasn't wearing any panties tonight. I cringed as she sat down on martini guy's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck

"It never fails," the other man at the table remarked, gesturing at the huge pile of poker chips in front of martini guy, "whomever has your chips, Trav." He looked at Travis and kidded, "you put her up to it don't you?"

"I don't hear him complaining," Travis laughed.

Martini guy just smiled and took a sip of his take. Leslie blushed just a little, but obviously enjoyed the attention as she snuggled in to his lap.

Suddenly from inside my jacket pocket, Leslie's cell phone began to ring. My heart stopped.

"Isn't that your phone?" Christie asked.

I scramred to get it from my coat. Freed from my pocket, it let out an even louder ring as I fumred to turn it off.

"Can't be. . . I forgot it, remember." Leslie answered.

I could hear someone stand up at the table. I yanked the battery from the phone and tried to stay as still as possible with my back to the fence.

"Jay ain't home this week," Travis' voice got nearer. "Asked me to watch his place."

I held my breath, not moving a muscle, I couldn't even turn to see how close he was.

"Well look who we got here!" Travis' laughed behind me.

Cursing to myself, I turned around where I crouched.

"I just. . . thought I'd bring Leslie her cell phone," I stuttered and held up her phone. My face must have been very red as I stood up, because Travis just chuckled at the sight of me.

"What a sweet husband you have, Leslie" he spoke back to the table with a takesen grin. I could barely make it out within the roars of laughter, but the sound of Leslie's giggle hurt like a dagger. "Come on in, the front door is just over there," he mocked, "you must have missed it in the dark."

I made my way back along the fence and went around up the driveway. The door was unlocked. As I came in, a vicious looking German Sheppard growled at me. Christie was across from the entrance in a den by the patio door, fixing a cocktail at the wet bar there.

"That's Marv, don't mind him," she laughed, "he just doesn't see a lot of white guys."

Nervously, I made my way around him and walked through the living room to the kitchen. Travis' house was luxuriously furnished, and I noted the view he got from his front window with envy.

I made my way to the patio door, trying my best not to leer at Christie in her swim suit as I went. Leslie passed me in the door out. She brushed up against my shoulder, as she gave me the cold shoulder. . . I offered her cell phone to her, but she just ignored me.

post 4

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The brief sensation of her thinly covered breasts rubbing against me made me unbearably horny. I did my best to focus on how angry I was, as I went onto the patio. Travis and his buddies laughed at me as I came out, and martini guy pulled up a chair at the table for me.

"I'll just give Leslie her phone back and leave," I stammered, a little intimidated now.

"Nah, pull up a chair play a few rounds," Travis chided me, but with a serious overtone "Leslie's changing into her swim suit any way."

Nervously I took a seat at the table.

"That's sucka is DT," Travis gestured at Martini guy, "and that fool is Dan" he pointed to the other.

I nodded and introduced myself awkwardly.

"The minimum buy in is sixty," he continued, gesturing at the cards at the table.

I only had forty five on me. He muttered something about fronting me an advance but was interrupted by his phone ringing. A big jeep pulled up in the driveway and I could here the dog barking inside. Travis shouted obnoxiously as he answered.

"Brad where the fuck you been with my Endo? You leavin' me an' DT in the dry all night?"

"Bitch" DT laughed as he took a big swig of his martini.

"Just get yo' ass inside - Christie'll settle the bill!" Travis laughed loudly. As he listened to the response, he dealt out a hand to us. He hung up and leaned in closer to the table, shaking his head. "Finally, mutha fucka brings the dam weed."

I wasn't quite sure what the game was - I don't gamble often. I suddenly found it awfully harder to concentrate anyway, as Leslie reappeared on the patio in her bathing suit. She walked slowly to the table, managing a sexy sway in the 4" heels she was wearing.

"Do you like the new suit Travis bought me?" she asked with a devilish grin. She wore a miniscule slingshot swim suit made of a very reflective silver fabric. The thin front straps barely covered her nipples (which poked through anyway) and left the rest of her big beautiful breasts out for all to see. The suit fabric and the jewelery she still wore sparkled teasingly in the torchlight, and her beautiful tanned skin was making me delirious. I shifted uncomfortably trying to hide the instant hard on I'd gotten in my pants under the table. Travis and DT catcalled her, and she smiled at them. She slowly sat down down on Travis' lap, obviously enjoying all of our eyes glued to her.

Travis started the bets and continued joking with the other two. I couldn't help but stare at my gorgeous wife sitting on his lap across the table as the game went. When my turn came DT had to snap his fingers in front of my face - they all laughed at my obvious distraction. Absentmindedly I met the bet, but after Dan's turn, Travis raised the pot beyond the meager fifty dollars of chips I had left, so I had to fold. Leslie was giggling and whispering something in Travis' ear. He looked at me trying to keep a serious face but still managed to instill a sudden menace in me.

"Dan's out of beer, and Leslie's busy giving me good luck" he patted her ass as he spoke to me. She blushed obviously and buried her face in his neck. "Why don't you get him one and help yourself while you're at it."

I got up quickly, forgetting about my arousal. Everyone at the table immediately broke out roaring in laughter at the bulge in my pants. Embarassed, I scurried back inside to the kitchen without saying a word.

I must admit I was slightly relieved as I shut the screen door behind me. Although I knew the spectacle continued out there it was nice to not see it for a while.

I grabbed the two beers from the fridge and was startled when I noticed someone sitting on the couch in the living room. A young man, couldn't have been two years out of high school, was sitting with his back to me - his head hanging back over the head of the couch, he was completely oblivious to me as he drooled.

I could just make out Christie's ass bobbing up and down over the edge of the couch beside him. Now that I stood silently shocked, I could hear the sound of her garbling as she deep throated this guy. I hurried back out side, hoping they didn't notice me.

Leslie was absorbed in something Travis was saying as I sat back down at the table. Absent mindedly, she ran her fingers along his chest, hanging on his every word. Travis tookthe hand I had folded on before, and leaned forward to grab the chips. She kissed him deeply on the lips as she cheered him.

DT chuckled to himself, obviously checking my wife out, "Damn, wish I'd won that hand."

Leslie pretended to scold him, and joked, "I can't help it if I love a winner." Travis laughed and smacked her ass. My mouth was too dry to swallow the sight of it so I took a huge gulp of beer.

"Easy, there big guy," Dan chided me. "Wouldn't want to lose all those chips already would you?"

The next round, I had to bet the rest of my chips to stay in and lost the hand anyway. Since I was out, they sent me in for another round of beer. Christie passed me as I went in, she was obviously readjusting her bikini top to cover her breasts. I just smiled and tried not to be too embarrassed about what I'd seen earlier.

She went and dropped a huge sack of weed on the table, and Travis and DT quickly examined it.

"You paid the man, I presume" Travis smiled knowingly at Christie.

"You bet I did, baby," she assured him, wiping her mouth a little.

I went back in to the house and grabbed 3 beers, trying to decide how I felt about seeing that much weed. I'd tried a joint back in college, but didn't really like it, and Leslie had never mentioned anything about it. I thirstily opened my beer and took a swig to calm my nerves before heading back out, I just couldn't deal with what I was seeing.

I had to sit the next rounds out since I was out of chips and cash, and I quickly chugged the beer. Already a little groggy from the night out before, I was getting pretty wasted. The only time I took my eyes off of Leslie or that idiot she was fauning over, was when Christie would bring me another beer. I had given up hiding my glances (it's not as though anyone else was!) and she just looked at me with resentment as she gave me my take.

The basketball game finished up on TV, and Travis swore. I noticed him passing some wads of cash to both DT and Dan who slapped hands.

"Oh well," Travis gestured to the huge pile of poker chips in front of him "you win some, you lose some." Dan was already out of the poker game too, and DT was down. The next hand Travis took for the victory. In spite of being more than a little takes, I figured I was starting to pick up the game.

Travis was celebrating his win, he finished off his beer. Leslie turned around and straddled his leg, resting her chest on his as she bent over to kiss him. The string back of the swimsuit didn't cover much of her ass. Everyone else at the table and I just sat staring at her with our jaws open.

"I just love a winner," she repeated clearly tipsy from the takes herself.

Emboldened by the five beers I'd bitterly drank, I spoke up finally.

"Not much of a fair win," I hiccuped, "I just didn't come prepared with enough cash."

"Didn't you go to boy scouts? You gotta always be muther fucking prepared, bitch!" DT mocked.

I pulled out my cheque book, but Travis quickly shook his head at me.

"Naw, naw, let's make this cuckolds brownie interesting," he glanced briefly at the big bag of weed still sitting unopened on the table, "and fast."

"It's pretty obvious you wanna play fo' some pussy." He continued looking at my wife. "How long has it been anyway?"

Undaunted, and sensing a chance to regain some face in front of Leslie, I spoke.

"Just name the bet," I tapped my cheque book.

post 5

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"A'ight, one hand" he said "if you win, you get Leslie tonight." I looked at her with takesen hunger and swallowed heavily. "And if I win I get your timeshare next month."

Since our honeymoon, Leslie and I had gone to a cabin an hour flight north every year on our anniversary. It was secluded on a big lake with lots private lagoons that I had always tried to convince Leslie to skinny dip with me in. This year I had hoped to use the trip to make amends with Leslie next month, but she had made it clear she wasn't interested in going this time because of the separation.

It broke my heart that she had obviously mentioned it to him.

"You got it." I spoke.

DT dealt us each a hand, and I was pretty sure mine stunk. Never the less I asked for only one card and tried to act pleased.

"You sure you don't want to raise the stakes?" I bluffed. "How does five hundred sound for spending money on your little vacation?"

Travis checked his pile of chips quickly, and shrugged that he would meet five hundred.

Cursing myself for underestimating his recent winnings, I dug myself deeper.

"How about a thousand?"

Travis just laughed. I held my breath trying to not let on how nervous I was.

"Tell you what, player," he chuckled, "I call. Fifteen hundred."

I knew I couldn't afford to go any higher than that, without asking for a payday front. Depressed, I showed my cards and everyone just laughed.

"I can't believe he tried to bluff" Christie laughed from where she sat on DT's lap.

Humiliated, I takesenly blurted out.

"Double or nothing."

It was quiet at the table for a second.

"Alright" Travis smiled and stroked Leslie's ass, "but only if when I win, you not only give up the time share, but you pay for Leslie's and my flight up there. . ."

I nodded impatiently, furious and wanting to get the hand going.

". . . AND you need to pay for three of our friends too" he and Leslie smiled at each other, "I hear it's a big cottage, we wouldn't want to get lonely."

Trying to do the math, I shook my head at the costs. "Just you and Leslie."

"Leslie, me, and two of my friends - and if you happen to win," he chuckled "you can still have your wife back for a night."

"I just don't have that kind of money right now," I persisted.

"Sweetie you'll just have to dip into your savings," Leslie spoke as she got up and walked over to me seductively. "Don't you want the chance to make things up for us?" she teased me sexily. I blushed heavily and the rest of the table goaded Leslie for her performance.

Maybe it was the cuckold water or maybe just my boner, but I got even stupider. Enough was enough, I was sick of being a pushover this weekend.

"Alright, you can have three friends, but if I win I get Christie too."

"Oh you dog," Christie grinned playfully at me. Leslie joined her on DT's lap and smiled back at me.

"Yeah, yeah!" Travis shouted, "that's what I call interesting."

Dan dealt us each a hand since Travis now had his hands full.

My cards dealt me a sobering blow as I uncovered them. I couldn't think of a single game in which they would be a good set, little alone the one I was pretty sure we were playing now. Christie and Leslie were giggling at me, my disappointment was obviously clear.

I asked for three cards, a glimmer of hope still in me. I was again bitterly disappointed. My starving cock ached in my pants as I looked over at DT and the girls.

My head was spinning and I was just realizing what the bookings would cost and noting how many overtime hours I'd need to put in. Getting that kind of cash ready for next month would be hard.

Travis briefly gloated as we showed our hands, but quickly got up and grabbed his weed. My wife and Christie went to his side."It's time for a little trip to Jamaica, huh?" he asked Dan and DT, putting his arms around their waists.

Travis nodded and guided the girls down a set of stairs to the basement patio entrance. I sat in a daze, which DT interrupted by slamming the table in front of me and laughing.

"A man that just lost a bet like that needs a take don't you think?" He grabbed my shoulders and stood me up whispering in my ear "we play for real at this table." His breath wreaked of holy water and I didn't offer any argument as he pushed me towards the kitchen. "Bring some beers and the mutha fuckin' champagne down to the sauna."

Standing at the open fridge in the kitchen, I opened my own beer first, and tried to drown my sorrows. I heard Travis' rap start downstairs, the bass rattling through the floor. I grabbed the champagne bottle and as many beers as I could carry. I went outside and stumred down to the basement patio entrance. Inside was a guest suite with a nice black suede couch and canopy bed. Down the hall I saw smoke coming from the sauna door. The music was quite loud, and I could barley make out the sound of Leslie giggling. As I reached the door I noted the girls' suits hanging on the towel rack just outside.

I went in and handed the takes to Dan. Christie and Leslie were sitting on DT's and Travis laps smoking a joint and were completely naked except for their heels and jewelry. I was sweating in my clothes as I stood in the sauna with them, unable to look away. It had been so long since I'd seen Leslie totally naked I instantly got a hard on again. DT scowled at me.

"Towels outside," he spoke lighting a second joint and passing it to Dan. The thought of stripping down was terrifying. Travis, DT and Dan were all quite well built and athletic not to mention they intimidated me to death. I could barely breathe because of the pot and heat, so I ducked back out of the sauna door. Once my head stopped spinning, I glanced nervously at the towel rack.

Checking to make sure I'd shut the door behind me, I undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist. Before going back in, I frowned at my reflection in the mirror noting my pale pot belly.

I got back in and it seemed liked they'd raised the volume on the rap. I grabbed my beer and sat down in the corner of the sauna. DT was takesenly fumbling to open the champagne bottle across from me. Dan handed me a joint which I nervously took a toke from. The air in the hotbox was thick with smoke already, so I thought why not.

As I inhaled, I noticed Travis was still sitting between the girls but had thrown off his towel. I hadn't gotten a good look at him the other night, but I was ashamed at how well endowed he was. Christie was caressing his cock softly as Leslie finished off a joint. Even only semi-hard, it already stretched over 9 inches.

I took another drag off the joint before passing it back to Dan. The rap music began to sound a little bit slower, and vacantly I noticed the girls had started making out over top of Travis. As if in slow motion, DT stood up and finally popped the cork. The champaign sprayed out and he aimed it at the lovely ladies. It gushed all over their bodies as they French kissed and rubbed one another. I swore my heart stopped as the girls raised their arms up and thrust their chests together under DT's spray, the droplets danced with there glistening sweat over every intimate curve. My mouth watered at the sight of Lesley's moist pussy dripping champaign. DT held the bottle over their heads as they knelt. The girls moved up to take from the bottle as he poured, and ended up licking the delicious take off one another's tongues.

DT cheered and took a big swig of the champaign. As he did so his towel fell off, revealing a cock even bigger than Travis'. He obviously was enjoying the girls' show, as his big dick was already hard. Christie turned around and crawled seductively over to him. Alone now, Travis began to passionately kiss Leslie, his hand going straight for her shaven pussy. She moaned passionately, and melted in his embrace. Her hands grasped his hard shaft, and she began to firmly jerk him off.

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Christie got on her knees on the seating level that DT was standing on, and began to kiss and lick his big cock.

"Aw yeah, bitch gives great head," he said to Travis.

"Don't I know it," Travis answered. Leslie moved down on him, pressing her round breasts - still wet with champaign - around his cock. He groaned obviously enjoying himself. Behind me, Dan finished the joint, and got up, leaving his towel behind. His hard cock was not as big as the other two's, but at well over seven inches he still comfortably put me to shame. He moved behind Leslie, caressing her wet pussy from behind as she bent even further down to start sucking Travis' dick. She moaned and pressed her ass up to meet his groping hand. I could only take another swig of my beer and try to hide the aching erection I had underneath my towel. As Dan guided his dick into my Leslie, I couldn't help myself anymore and I began to jerk it hard. He and Travis were double teaming her; Travis roughly fucked her throat, and Dan pounded her from behind. The rap music is blaring, and I can barely hear Christie still gagging on DT's cock, trying her very best to take it all in.

After a few minutes, Leslie moved off of Dan's cock, and moved up to straddle Travis on his lap. It took her several minutes to slowly work his big dick into her, she gasped and moaned in ecstacy each time he slid further into her. When his cock was almost completely in her, she began to pant and groan, obviously well on the way to her first orgasm. She sat on his lap with his dick in her. She had her arms wrapped around him and her breasts pressed against his chest as she began to gyrate on it.

I noticed DT started to fuck Christie, his big cock pounding in and out of her as she gasped in pleasure. He had her bent over the bench a step up from them, and was ramming her from behind.

Travis lifted Leslie in his hands and turned her around 180 degrees on his dick, guiding her legs over his head. She let out a squeel of glee at his show of strength. Travis then stood on the bench, roughly pushing Leslie onto her hands and knees - his cock in her the whole while - and began to pound her doggy style. She began to shout and beg him for more of his big dick, he just smiled and pounded even harder, slamming his whole big shaft into her over and over again.

Dan lit another joint, and shoved his thick dick into Leslie's face. She was briefly startled - her eyes closed savoring the pounding she was getting - but she quickly took Dan into her mouth, lovingly licking every inch of his shaft before taking it down her throat. Dan glanced over to me, took another drag off the joint and offered it in my direction. I couldn't bring myself to even look at him, I was transfixed by the sight of Leslie lovingly deep throating him. She took his seven inches down nice and easily, even while groaning constantly from the stretching fuck that Travis was clearly giving her pussy.

The reality of what I was seeing really hit me suddenly, and I staggered to my feet in the sauna heat.

"I need to get back home," I began reaching for the sauna wall for support.

DT stopped fucking Christie and got up.

"Dumb ass, you is mind fucked to the Caribbean and back. You couldn't find yo way out this mutha fucking basement - little alone drive your sorry white ass home." DT mocked me as he grabbed the joint from Dan. My head spinning, I couldn't honestly disagree.

Christie got up and practically jumped Dan. He sat back down on the sauna bench holding her in his arms, as she saddled up on his cock.

I grasped at the sauna door handle and stumred outside into the basement. As he took a big toke off the joint, DT followed me outside. He exhaled a huge puff of smoke in my face and I began to cough.

"Listen, if you don't want to see what a fucking gorgeous, talented cock sucka yo missus really is. . . than cuckolds brownie dude that's your loss." He shook his head and went back into the sauna. Before closing the door he grabbed Leslie's swim suit and chucked it on my face. "Here's some ear muffs in case the music's too loud for you to relax - I don't want to see you without them again tonight, Travis paid good money for them" He laughed and shut the door.

My head was still spinning from the cloud of smoke, as I angrily shrugged the swim suit off my face. I could clearly hear Leslie and Christie getting their brains fucked out from inside the sauna. It sounded like they were having the time of their lives. I was frustrated and angry, but so incredibly turned on. Part of me needed to see more of what was happening to my wife, but I was too takes and stoned to realize it.

I stumred down the hallway, with Leslie's swim suit in hand, and collapsed on the suede couch in the suite. My head was spinning and I was starting to feel more than just a bit nauseous. Their rap music and the loud fucking boomed from next door in the sauna.

My mind couldn't deal with what I'd seen over the past two nights. I held Leslie's suit to my face and smelt her on them - as I started to pass out, I heard Leslie shouting out loudly as another orgasm passed through her and all I could do was wish I had won the bet with Travis, and it was me fucking those beautiful girls. I passed into a murky, dreamless relax.

I was awakened several hours later by loud crying on the bed next to me. Groggily I opened my eyes to see Leslie pressing her ass up against DT's big dick as they lay on the bed. He roughly shoved it into her ass hole and she cried out in ecstatic pain. They were soaking wet, obviously fresh from a trip to the pool.

"Oh, DT, I love your cock soooo much!" she shouted, completely oblivious to me takesenly getting to my feet. I could see a large wad of fresh cum on her face. I felt sick and stumred to the en-suite bathroom, slamming shut the door behind me. DT and her didn't miss a beat.

I collapsed into the bath-tub and quickly ****** again. . .

Late the next morning, I woke up as the sun hit my face from through the bathroom window. I slowly and painfully opened my eyes. I swore as the events of the night before (atleast the one's I could remember) flooded back to me.

After vomiting in the toilet, I realized I didn't have my towel. I cursed to myself as I realized I must have forgotten it when I left the couch in the middle of the night. All that I could find was a hand towel, the linens under the sink were empty of anything else - probably from last night's sauna party.

Nervously, I peeked out the door. The bed was a total mess and the place still wreaked of sex, but there didn't seem to be anyone around in the downstairs suite. Several empty bottles of champaign lay discarded at the end of the bed, and the sweet smell made me want to throw up again. I held my breath and clutched the hand towel over my crotch.

I tiptoed outside but couldn't find my towel or my clothes anywhere. I heard footsteps upstairs, and checked again more frantically now. I'm not sure if it was the hangover, but my heartbeat sounded as loud as a drum solo. I could make out the sound of some deep voices upstairs, obviously Travis' and some of his friends, and what sounded like running water. My heart stopped as I heard Leslie's laugh.

I slowly made my way upstairs, carefully pausing to make sure no-one was in the living room just up from the stairs. As I entered the room, I was relieved to see the kitchen was also empty. I scanned around for my clothes, but couldn't see them. The patio doors were open to the pool, and the cool, fresh, morning breeze made me shiver.

The sounds of the shower I heard downstairs were coming from the master bedroom on the other side of the main floor. Nervously I made my way down the hall from the kitchen to what must have been Travis' room. The door was slightly ajar and I could see a huge empty bed with the covers thrown aside. Both Leslie and Christie's high heels lay by the bed. I leaned inside the door and could clearly hear the sound of Leslie moaning from the master-bath.

Mesmerized I made my way into the room and peaked through the bathroom door. Through the wet glass of Travis' large marble shower door I could see Leslie's silhouette stuffed between two black guys. Leslie 's legs were wrapped around the one on the right and kept thumping into the door as she hung from him and he thrusted into her.

I shuddered as I realized that they were fucking her ass and pussy at once in the shower.

Disgusted, but undeniably turned on, I scurried back into the living room. Frantically, I spotted my clothes neatly folded on a chair in the den. I rushed to them and bent over to put on my pants.

Christie cleared her throat behind me. I yelped in surprise and turned to face her, my pants around my ankles. She stood in the kitchen near the patio door with a clear view of me, smoking a cigarette. She wore a tiny white bathrobe, that was hanging tantalizingly open.

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