les histoires de chrislebo

When I pulled up to our house, I saw an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway blocking the spot in the garage where I usually parked. I parked along the curb and used my house key to enter through the front door.
Joan and an awkward looking young man were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Joan looked up at me and said, "It's about time you got here. Your wife has been upstairs with Chip for quite some time now and I bet she's getting anxious. This is Skip, by the way. Skip this is the cuckold we were telling you guys about." She giggled when she realized how embarrased I was and how amused the young man was.
"Their names are Chip and Skip?" I asked.
"We've decided, your wife and I that is, that you will no longer be allowed to speak unless you have been spoken to. Plus, you didn't address me as Ma'am. I think you ought to be punished for disrespecting me. I'll think of something while you take those Magnum condoms up to your wife so she can fuck that cute, and hung, young man. First, I want you to strip down to your little panties. If your tiny excuse for a penis is not hard, I'll have to think of how I'll punish you even further."
She wouldn't have to worry about me being soft. The tremendous offense had me so turned on that I thought that I might spontaneously ejaculate again in my panties. I had to get control of myself. My wife had warned me that if that happened again then I would have to be locked up in a chastity device, which I definitely did not want.
When I pulled off my pants the guy, "Skip," started laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. Joan laughed too, but my exposure was nothing new to her.
When I was down to my wife's panties, Joan swatted me on the butt sending my upstairs to my wife's bedroom where, for the second night in a row, my wife of 11 years was going to fuck another man. In what used to be our bed she was going to fuck a man she just met that night. The fact that she sent me, her husband, to pick up the condoms for her adultary made the situation all that more erotic. I was really straining not to come. Before I got to the room, I squeezed my balls rather hard and the urge to orgasm subsided, leaving me a little sick to my stomach.
When I got to the door I found it ajar. I could hear soft moaning from my wife and a male. I could also hear them kissing and rubbing each other and I could even smell my wife's pussy. I knocked on the open door. "Is that you cucky?" My wife said.
"Yes Mistress."
"Come in then."
They were sitting on the bed facing the entrance. They were both naked. My wife had his engorged penis in her hand. It was huge. Not as big as that Donkey Kong Jr. guy's cock, but close. He had one hand between my wife's legs stroking her pussy. His other hand was caressing my wife's breasts. He looked at me standing there with my tiny erect penis encased in a pair of my wife's lacy panties and he, too, started to laugh. My wife said, "This is my submissive cuckold slave. He used to be just my husband, but not anymore. Cucky, this is Chip. Isn't he cute, Cucky?"
"If you say so Mistress."
"I do say so. And I'm with Joan, I don't really like that 'Mistress' thing. Just call me Ma'am as well. Oh, you got the Magnums. Good boy. You make your wife so happy. Well, hand them over."
I handed her the box. She didn't take them.
"Open them up stupid. Take one out and open the package. Hand me the condom and I'll put it on the nice big fat cock. And then you can shut the door on the way out so we can fuck in what used to be our bed in privacy. We don't need you standing there in your panties with that ridiculous little boner making us laugh when we are trying to fuck."
I did as I was told. She worked the condom onto her new lovers cock and pushed him onto his back and straddled him. As her pussy hovered inches over his cock, her perfect ass facing me. She turned her head and looked me in the eye and said, "Get out, now!"
I almost started crying as I left the bedroom. I didn't get to see her lower herself onto her second cock in first two nights of our cuckolding life and for that, I was very heavyhearted.
They started fucking before I even closed the door. I didn't see anything but I sure heard them. I pressed my ear against the closed door and heard my wife moaning and their bodies smacking against each other. The urge to come was coming back. I could hear her praising her new lover and I heard him telling my wife how beautiful and hot she was.
I was really getting into listening to my wife fucking her lover when I heard "Boo!" from right behind me. I jumped and let out a girly little squeak of surprise. It was Joan. She grabbed me by my ear and lead me downstairs.
"Did she give you permission to spy on them?"
"No Ma'am."
"Then what gave you the idea that it was OK to listen to your wife fucking her lover?"
"I'm not sure Ma'am. I'm sorry."
Joan had always loved being a bitch. She was really enjoying this. "Just when I've decided on a suitable punishment for you for your earlier lack of respect you go and make me have to punish you more."
Joan walked around behind me and pulled down my panties. "Bend over now!"
I did as I was commanded. Joan slapped my ass several times as hard as she could. The guy, Skip, found my spanking very amusing. When she finished, she told me to stand up. My dick had gone semi-soft, and Joan noticed it right away. "Get that thing hard." I started stroking myself and Joan slapped me across my face.
"I didn't say touch yourself you disgusting little cuckold. I said to get it hard. Maybe if you get on your knees and smell my feet your tiny penis will be rock hard again."
It worked. Her feet were sweaty and smelled musky. I loved it. She pressed her foot against my face hard enough to knock me over. She rubbed her foot against my face and told me to lick it. It tasted very salty but delicious. Just when I really started getting into licking Joan's foot, she walked away back to the couch with Skip.
"Anyway, I've decided that you're going to suck Skip's dick for disrespecting me. He's going to let you only because I promised I'd fuck him the next time we get together. After he and Chip get tested for diseases."
Skip spoke for the first time. He had kind of a whiney voice. "I told you I'm a virgin Joan. Why do you want me to get tested?"
"Just to be safe, dear. Anyway. I'm going to wait until your wife is done so she can watch."
"I won't do it," I said in a low mumble.
"What was that? Did you just say something?"
I shook my head. "I didn't think so," she said.
The room got quiet as Joan and Skip started to kiss each other. I could hear my wife and Chip upstairs declaring that they were each comming. Joan and Skip heard them too, and they stopped kissing and looked at me.
A few moments later my wife came downstairs wearing a robe and carrying a cum-filled rubber. She walked right over to me and proceded to dump the contents of the condom onto my head. "Rub that into your hair Cucky. Just like Cameron Diaz."
They laughed at my offense. Joan purred to my wife, "Would you like to see your husband suck Skip's dick? I'm making him do it as punishment for disrespecting me."
My wife looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Were you disrespecing Joan?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"You know how cruel she can be. You knew she'd punish you. Why did you do that?"
"I was stupid Ma'am. And careless."
"Do you want to suck Skip's dick?"
"No Ma'am. Please don't make me. Please?"
"Well. Since we won't know how clean these boys are until they get tested, I guess I could spare one of my two remaining condoms to watch my husband suck a cock. It won't be the same as bareback, but it will be good practice for later."
"I never knew you'd make me suck cock Ma'am. I really don't want to. Please Ma'am."
"I'm sorry. But you are my slave and my slave is going to be a cocksucker. You will do whatever I say with your mouth. I own your mouth. If I tell you to suck some guy's cock, I expect you to do it without hesitation. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good boy. Now, Joan will get him hard and put on the condom. Then you will suck Skip's cock until he comes. Then you are going to come upstairs with me and you are going to watch Chip fuck me one more time before these boys go home. Are you ready Joan?"
"Yes I am."
Joan pulled Skip's cock out of his pants and began to slowly jack him off. When he was fully erect, my wife put a Magnum on him. He wasn't really big enough to need a Magnum, but it worked on him. His cock was about average length and slightly thicker than average.
"Now is the moment of truth," Joan said. My wife put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.
"Chip! My cuckold husband is going to suck your friend's dick. Do you want to see it?" My wife called to her young lover. Chip came rushing downstairs wearing one of my robes.
"Fuck yeah. I want to see this little faggot in action."
When he saw all the cum in my hair he couldn't believe it. "What did you do to him?" He asked my wife.
She laughed and said, "I dumped your cum from the rubber into his hair."
She looked at me. "Now honey, I want you to suck his cock. I want you to make him come with your mouth."
I started crying. I looked at her for some sympathy but saw only anger. "You're embarrasing me. It's not that bad. He has a rubber on. Just wait until the next time. I'm going to have you do it bareback so that he can come in your mouth and down your throat. Now, suck that cock!"
She grabbed both of my ears in each hand and pushed my mouth onto the dude's dick.
I couldn't believe that in less than two days of her cuckolding me, she had me sucking a guy's dick. I had totally lost my erection, which was noticed by Joan right away.
"Stop. You have to be hard while you do this," Joan said. She instructed my wife to stick her ass in my face and ordered me to lick her asshole. I got hard again right away. The rest of the time I alternated between sucking Skip's dick to licking my wife's asshole. Finally I started getting into sucking his cock and the two ladies and Chip noticed.
Joan said, "I think he's starting to like it. Ooh, look at Skip, he's about to come!"
Sure enough, I felt his cock tense up in my mouth and he started pumping his load into the condom. I pulled off his cock and was scolded by my wife to keep sucking. She grabbed my head and powerd my mouth back onto Skip's pulsating cock while Joan pumped him with her hand.
When he finised comming, everyone cheered. Chip said to my wife, "You guys are the kinkiest people I've ever met."
My wife replied, "I know. Don't you just love it?"
"Hell yeah. That was great," Skip said. "Your faggot husband did a real good job." He looked at me, suddenly full of confidence. "You can suck my cock anytime they want you to."
My wife and Joan laughed and assured him that the next time I'd be swallowing his entire load.
Joan peeled off Skip's condom and handed it to my wife. She added it to Chip's load onto my head and had me rub it in again.
She looked me over and was satisfied.
"Well honey," My wife said to me. "I'd really like to see you fluff Chip so he can fuck me again, but your little show did the trick. Look."
Through my robe Chip was wearing poked his huge cock. My wife took ahold of it and said, "Let's go lover. Follow us Cucky. I want you to see Chip fuck your wife. This will be the last time he'll use a rubber. He's promised to be tested and then to be exclusive with me. Isn't that great honey? I have a new boyfriend. And he's cool. He's going to let you get involved. Isn't that nice of him? Well, isn't it?"
"Yes Ma'am."
She led him by his cock upstairs and I followed them like a puppy.

My wife guided her young lover over to the bed by his erect penis. She sat him on the bed and nuzzled up beside him. She looked at me and said, "Give me the last condom cucky. Make sure you open it first. That's a good boy, give your wife that Magnum so she can fuck her new boy toy right in front of you."
I was really loving this new bitchy version of my wife. She could tell by my shaking hands that she was really doing a good job turning her cuckold husband on.
As I was handing her the condom, she put up a hand stopping me and said to her lover, "Hey, would you mind if my cuckold slave put that condom on your huge, luscious cock?"
My wife has a way of getting what she wants and so Chip agreed to let me sheathe his sword. Even though I had just gotten done sucking his friend's dick a moment ago, I felt really squeamish about touching another man's cock to put on the condom. I never actually had to touch Skip's cock and my lips and mouth had had the condom between myself and the flesh of his penis.
My wife held his cock while I rolled the condom onto it. "Good job honey! Now you get that chair over there and set it at the foot of the bed so you can have a front row seat for your wife fucking her lover. I hope you enjoy. I know we will."
Together they laughed, sharing the joke on me.
I did as I was instructed and my wife began to straddle her lover's cock facing him with her ass facing me.
"When I used to let my husband fuck me, this was the only way we could do it. If he got on top, he would come a lot quicker. Sometimes he'd come before he even got it in me, isn't that right cucky?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"He's far too small to attempt spooning or doggie style. So, I'd put his little thingy inside me like this..." She inserted about a third of his cock inside her. "That's as deep as he ever got, although your girth feels twice as big as his."
She slowly inserted another third of his cock. "Now you're in twice as far as he's ever been."
When she had him fully inside her, she looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and then she turned her attention back to her lover.
"I could never ride his pinky, like this..."
She lifted her hips so she could ride the entire length of his cock. She did this for a few strokes before continuing her commentary.
"If I tried to ride him like that, he'd slip out. One time he slipped out and I didn't even notice. No. I'd have to make sure our pubic area stayed in constant contact. And then I'd wiggle around like this..."
She started to rotate her hips without lifting them up, grinding herself on his embedded cock. My eyes were glued to her ass and where her pussy had engulfed her lover's cock.
"Oh, my. This feels so much better with your huge cock inside me instead of his little boy penis. Oh, yes. I'm gonna come on your fat cock. Unnggg!"
When she recovered from her orgasm, she pulled herself off his cock with a plop.
"I want you to fuck me from behind while I look my husband in the eyes. I want him to see my expression as you make me come with your cock."
Chip was quick to oblige. As he fucked her, we stared into eachother's eyes. I have never felt so much desire for her than I had at that moment. She started talking again, "He is so much better than you. His cock is longer, and fatter and he has so much more stamina than you. You are the worst lover I have ever had. You're too small, you're too thin, and your stamina is ridiculous. I will never, ever let you put that sorry excuse of a penis inside me again. You will never be allowed to fuck me like my lover is doing to me right now. The next time he fucks me, he won't be wearing a condom and he is going to come inside me. He's going to fill your wife's pussy with cum and then your wife is going to make you LICK IT CLEAN!"
The talk had turned all three of us on. Chip picked up his pace, really slamming into my wife, which finally shut her up (not that I had any complaints, I love it when she humiliates me). This caused my wife to orgasm again which in turn caused her lover to blow his load into the large Magnum condom. As for myself, well, my orgasm would have to wait until the next day. I had never wanted to come so badly in my life.
When they finally recovered from what could be described as a wonderfully fulfilling orgasm, my wife's new lover pulled his slowly deflating condom sheathed cock out of her pussy. A pussy I would never again experience entering with my own inadequate penis, which was tucked safely away from contact in a pair of my wife's panties. His dick at half mast was still at least twice the size of mine. My wife looked me in the eye the entire time she slowly unrolled the condom from her lover's satisfied, pink penis. She was careful not to spill a drop of what was a sizeable amount of semen considering he had just blown a huge load less than an hour ago. Ah, youth. I had a feeling that this young man was going to fuck my wife more times in a month than I did in our entire marriage.
She handed the cum-filled condom to me and said, "Hold this for me cucky. Don't spill any. I have plans for that cum."
She passionately kissed her college boy for what seemed like a lifetime before she broke their embrace to further direct this erotic night she and Joan had put together.
"I want you to get dressed now lover. If you could give your friend a ride home that would be great. Are you going to get tested for me Chip?"
"Hell yeah. As soon as I can."
"Good. I can't wait to fuck you again. I can't wait to feel the flesh of your cock in my mouth and my pussy. I can't wait until you come inside me and then I'll make him," she pointed at me, "lick and suck your cum out of my well fucked pussy." She looked over at me and noticed my increased breathing. This was getting way too much to handle. While Chip's cock was a satisifying pink color, my tiny penis was an angry reddish purple. His balls were also pink and empty while my scrotum was blue, full and filling faster as I listened to my wife's sexy post-coital voice instructing us and fortelling our sexual future.
"I know I'm clean. I've only been with one girl, and we were both virgins when we made love."
"Ah, yes. The old high school girlfriend. The one with the small vagina?"
"Yep."
"You see cucky," she addressed me. "Chip was in love with a girl who finally had to cut him off because he was too big for her little pussy. Isn't that ironic. Both of you cut off because of the size of your penises. Aren't women peculiar? She won't fuck him because he's too big, I won't fuck you because yours is too small. And I just love fucking him because he's so big."
Chip got dressed while I stood there holding a condom filled with his cum. Talk about awkward. My wife had left the bedroom wearing her robe to go downstairs and talk to Joan and Skip. "Uh, thanks for letting me fuck your wife."
"I didn't technically let you fuck her because it was totally up to her. I had no choice but to do what she wants."
"Because you're her slave?"
"Yes sir. So, um, I guess it should be me thanking you for fucking my wife. So, thank you sir."
Chip laughed and mumred something to himself about me that I couldn't quite make out.
My wife came back into the room and asked, "What are you guy's talking about?"
"Your husband was just thanking me for fucking you."
"Well, he should be thanking you. Cucky, get down on your knees in front of my lover and thank him properly for fucking your wife. Thank him for doing what you are not allowed to do because you are such a terrible excuse for a lover. Do it now! That's it, hold his rubber out in front of you and thank him for pleasing me."
On my knees in front of her lover holding his condom was now the new low-point of my cuckoldry. Even sucking his friend's condom encased cock was less humiliating.
"Thank you sir, for fucking my wife."
"That's not good enough slave. Elaborate."
"Thank you for using your superior cock to please my wife because I'm am too small and come too fast to please her. Thank you for giving her so many orgasms with your huge cock. You gave her more orgasms with your dick than I was able to do in our entire marriage when she had her first one with you inside her." I looked up at my wife for approval.
"That will do cucky. Good job. Was that alright with you lover?"
"Yeah. That's enough. You guys are really something else, you know it? I never knew people could be so kinky in real life."
"Oh, this is just the beginning. What until next time when you come back with a clean bill of health. Then we'll show you how kinky we can be."

After the college boys had left, my wife had me take the condom into the kitchen. She emptied the ice tray and had me pour the contents of the condom into one of the cube sections. My wife was pleased with the outcome and said, "That will make a nice sized cube for you to use in your glass when we celebrate the boy's clean bill of health." Joan was with us and she really enjoyed this new idea my wife had come up with.
Joan declined the invitation for a ride home with their new friends and decided she was just going to crash with us. The two ladies were going to relax in what used to be our bed while I had to relax on the floor at the foot of the bed. They both showered (not together, wouldn't that have been nice?) while I was told I had to relax all night on the floor with the boy's cum drying in my hair. My wife had me make myself a pillow that night with my old underwear that I was no longer allowed to wear. I would get a pair of panties that my wife had worn the day before as my underwear. She planned on wearing a new pair every day so I could get a worn pair every day. She said that wearing her panties was the closest my penis would be getting to her pussy. I felt privilaged to have my tiny penis encased in something that had been pressed up against my wife's glorious pussy. She was too good to me. Of course, I wouldn't ever immediately put them on. I planned on spending lots of time smelling them. Oh, God how I love her scent.
Both ladies had no trouble falling arelax. I found the task much more difficult. My tiny penis was till rock hard and throbbing. It was still drooling precum. My panties were wet and a little tight on my sensitive penis and tender blue balls. The orgasm I had experienced the night before wasn't really like an orgasm at all. My semen and just leaked out like my prostate had been milked or something. I think the accidental ejaculation was worse than if I hadn't come at all. It really wasn't all that pleasurable and I couldn't imagine that it helped in the way of relief.
If my wife kept up this pace of fucking other men right in my face and insisting that I try to stay hard while we're 'playing' and one day without coming was *******ing me, then how the hell was I expected to go on like that for a whole week? Is it possible for your penis and balls to explode for want of an orgasm?

It was nice talking with Joan. It was a small break from this new game we were playing where I am ordered around all the time. Before I dropped her off I learned from her that she was really enjoying herself and that I shouldn't take anything she says or does permisterally. She made an agreement with my wife that if Joan played along with us, then I'd clean her house twice a week. My wife was pimping out my cleaning services.
I was really dreading returning those condoms. I hoped one of the two women I'd met last night were still there, though I highly doubted they would be.
There was a women in her early 30's at the return desk. She had short curly blond hair and pale blue eyes. The look of her made me instantly more nervous than I was before. My luck continued that there happened to be very few people around the return desk.
I approached her with my heart pounding at twice its normal pace. "Can I help you?" She had a sexy, kind of husky voice like that of a long time smoker.
"Yes Ma'am. I would like to return this item please."
She took the unopened box from me and looked it over. I could see recognition appear in her eyes and she looked up at me with a big smile revealing very sharp canine teeth, almost like a vampire would have. "Wow, I just got done talking about you with Michelle and Jenny before they left. Um, I'm really sorry sir, but those condoms cannot be returned."
"Oh."
"We just simply can't sell them. When they first came out we carried them and never sold a single one. We had to pull them off the shelves and we took a pretty good loss on them. When your wife ordered these condoms, people around here did some talking."
"They did?"
"Yep. So, why did you want to return them anyway? You didn't even open them to see if they fit."
"My wife decided that I wouldn't be needing them because she has cut me off permanently."
I could see the mirth in her expression. I think she was glad to learn that a woman could have that much power over her husband.
"So it is true, what Michelle and Jenny said, that you're a cuckold? Did I say it right?"
"Yes and yes. I'm a cuckold. Since Friday night. She's already slept with two different men in two nights."
The girl let out a very loud laugh before she stifled it with her hand.
"I'm sorry," she said.
I looked around and didn't see anyone else, but I still lowered my voice when I said, "It's OK. The main attraction for me with this cuckolding thinng is the offense. I enjoyed you laughing at me."
I was blushing hard and thought I went too far until she said, "It's because you have a small dick, that she's cuckolding you, right?"
"Mostly. But also because I wanted her to do it. I wanted it so much that I promised that if she did it, I'd be her slave for the rest of our marriage."
"Oh my God! That is so fucking awesome!" Again she covered her mouth with her hand, embarrased that she'd cursed.
I laughed and said, "I think so too."
She noticed another customer approaching and said quickly, "Can I give you my phone number? I'm not hitting on you. I'd really like to talk to your wife. I think Michelle and Jenny would too."
"Sure. I'll give her your number."
She gave me her card and I headed to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients to make my chicken enchiladas. When I left the gracery and got in my car, I looked at the card the girl had given me. Her name was Joy. She wrote on the back of the card a note to my wife. It read, "We have three women here who are very interested in talking with you about cuckolding."
When I got home my wife was upstairs getting ready. I looked at the time and decided I'd better hustle if I wanted to get the food ready to be put in the oven when her lover arrived. Just as I was finishing up, my wife came into the kitchen. She had on a half shirt with no bra on underneath. Her nipples were pokeing out and pressed lewdly against the tight material. She had on a pair of very short Daisy Duke jean shorts that perfectly accentuated her tight bubble butt. The bottom of her bare ass was hanging out of the tiny pair of shorts. My jaw hung open. She looked so hot and trashy at the same time. She even had on way more make up than she normally wore. She really looked like a slut. I didn't know what to say.
"What's the matter," she said. "Cat's got your tongue?"
"Um. All I can say is 'wow!'"
"'Wow?' That's all you've got to say? Do you think I look hot?"
"Yes. Smoking hot Ma'am."
"How to my breasts look? Can you tell my nipples are hard?" I nodded. "Your breasts look fantastic."
"I bet you'd like to touch them right now, wouldn't you?"
"Yes Ma'am, very much so."
"Too bad. These breasts," she squeezed her perky B-cups together. "Are off limits to you, cucky. They are only for my lover's enjoyment. And of course my enjoyment. What about my ass. Do these shorts make it look too big?" She knows how I feel about her ass. I'm obsessed with it. "Your ass is perfection Ma'am. It's the best ass in the world. Those shorts really show off how magnificent your ass looks."
She smiled. "Too much make-up?" She asked.
"Maybe. But the way you look right now is turning me on so much. I really can't wait until I am allowed to come."
She grunted. "How selfish of you. Thinking only of yourself and your disgusting orgasms. You are so lucky you've been good so far. I'm still going to allow you to have one tonight, because I have a new plan to reveal to you about your orgams. But first, why do you still have that box of tiny condoms? I told you to return them. I've changed my mind about how you're going to be allowed to come."
"The have store wouldn't take them back. The girl at the counter said they had never sold any. Not a single one. So they wouldn't buy them back."
My wife laughed. "I'll bet that was embarrassing."
"It was."
"Was the girl cute?"
"She was very attractive. She gave me this." I handed my wife Joy's card. She read the message and smiled. "I will definitely have to call her. I'd love to share the message of cuckoldry with any woman, or man, who would like to hear it. Very good cucky! You're recruiting women into the lifestyle. Maybe some day, most women will have a cuckold of their own."
"Ma'am? The enchiladas are ready to go in the oven. Do you want them before or after?"
"Before or after what, cucky?" My wife teased.
"Before or after you make love." I said without making eye contact with her.
"We won't be 'making love' cucky. We'll be fucking. We will be getting eachother off. He's going to make me come with his big, fat, beautiful cock and I'm going to get him off with my moist, warm, deep pussy. His cock will be unsheathed and bare. He's going to thrust it deep inside me and when he can't take it any longer he is going to unload his balls and come in your wife's pussy. He is going to fill your wife up with cum and when he leaves, you're going to beg me to suck it out. You are going to swallow every drop. After you make me come with your mouth, after my lover has been satisfied and I've been satisfied, then you will be allowed to dribble your cummies. Then you'll finally be satisfied. Then you'll be teased and denied for a whole week before you'll be allowed to dribble again. But to answer your question, my lover and I will eat before we fuck. That way we can work off all that delicious food with a fast and furious fucking session. Plus we can snack on the leftovers after we're done fucking. So you'd better put them in the oven because he'll be here in about 30 minutes.

While the food cooked, I was told to watch for his car to pull up into the driveway. As soon as I saw him pull up, I was to run upstairs and hide in the closet so I could watch him fuck my wife. "You'd better use the bathroom now honey, because you'll probably be in there for at least three hours."
He pulled up just when the enchiladas were done. I hurried up and took them out of the oven and placed them on the set table. Then I rushed upstairs dressed only in a pair of my wife's panties, my tiny boner brushing against the silky material. The friction almost made me come, so before I sat down in the closet, I pulled my penis out so that I wouldn't have an accident like I did the last time I watched this man fuck my wife with his cartoonishly huge cock.
I could hear them talking while they ate but I couldn't make out any words. About a half hour later my wife and her lover entered the bedroom, his hand on her ass. They went into the bathroom and they both brushed their teeth. When they were finished they made their way over to the bed. They undressed eachother and my wife fished out his flacid penis. She started kissing it passionately. She started licking and kissing and sucking it like this cock possesed her. She was making natural noises, kind of grunting and panting on his cock.
He began to get hard and my wife kept pulling her mouth off of his cock so that she could watch it grow. She slowly began stroking him while his hand found its way between her legs. When he was fully erect, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his cock with her ass facing him and her facing the closet.
She let out a girlish squeal of carnal delight. Her facial expressions were of pure pleasure. She winked at me and spun around on his cock without losing penetration so that she was facing him and her ass was pointing at me. They fucked like this until my wife came on his cock before he turned my wife over onto her hands and knees so he could fuck her doggie style. He fucked her like this for about an hour before he came inside her. They were so loud when they came that I thought the neighbors would be able to hear them.
When they recovered, he pulled his cock out of my wife's pussy and stuck it in my wife's mouth. She licked and sucked him clean like his penis was the most important thing in the world. She kept sucking him so that his cock stayed hard.
She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs for him. I could see the first load of semen starting to run out of her pussy. Her lover climbed up onto my wife and began sawing his huge cock in and out of her well-fucked pussy. This time he fucked her without abandon. He fucked her as hard as he could. She was going crazy telling him how much she loved his cock. Even at the pace he was fucking her, it still took him a long time to shoot his second load into my wife. She came an unknown amout of times. When he pulled out and walked around the bed to put his cock in her mouth again, I could see how much she was glowing with satisfaction. I could also see a sizable amount of cum starting to leak out of her pussy. I couldn't believe it, but my mouth was watering as much as my tiny penis was drooling. I really wanted to have my face burried in her well-fucked and cum-filled pussy. I knew my place and I wanted to be there right at that moment. "I wish this bastard would leave," I thought.
When my wife's lover was satisfied with her cock cleaning, he started to get dressed.
"Are you leaving so soon?" My wife cooed to her lover.
"My flight leaves at 4. I'd like to get there early."
My wife rolled over onto her side, her hand covering her leaking pussy, and watched her lover dress. When he was ready to go, he slapped my wife on the ass and said, "You were always the best lay I ever had."
"The feeling is mutual. Your cock is so amazing. You fuck better than anyone I've ever been with."
"Do you want to eat any more of that food your husband made? God that man can cook."
"I wouldn't call him a 'man.' I would have said, 'Got that cuckold can cook.'"
The both laughed. "No, but help youself. I think I'll just lay here and wait for my little cuckold to come home so I can make him eat my pussy."
"That's gross. Aren't you going to shower first. You're full of my cum."
"I know. That's the point. As my cuckold it is his duty to lick me clean after my lovers are through fucking me. He did it Friday night after you left. He's waiting somewhere for me to call him."
"Well then. I guess I'll skip the enchiladas and head out so he can do his 'duty.'"
He was laughing as he let himself out. My wife waited until she heard his car start and drive away before she beckoned me out of the closet. She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs for me. I climbed up onto the bed, my breathing was heavy and my heartbeat was rapid. As my face inched closer and closer until my mouth was just a kiss away, my wife put her fingers in my hair and gripped it, stopping me from eating her. "Hold on a second cucky. Just look at my pussy. See how it's gaping and pulsating. That is the sight of a well-fucked pussy. A pussy that has been pleasured by a real man's cock. Do you see all of his cum leaking out. That is what real men do with their cum. They unload their cum in pussies. They don't have to masturbate like you. They are allowed to put their cocks into your wife's pussy and they get to fuck your wife until they have their orgasm inside your wife's pussy. When they are done, this is what your wife's pussy looks like. Do you like the way my pussy looks cucky?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Do you think you could ever make my pussy look like this?"
"No Ma'am."
"That's right. Because you are my slave and my slave is not allowed to do man things with his little boy penis. Even if I allowed you to play grown-up with your itsy bitsy baby pee pee, you could never make my pussy look like this. Now, I want you to smell my pussy. Take deep enhalations. That's a good boy cucky. How does my pussy smell?"
"Devine Ma'am."
"Well, it feels devine. I love the feel of his cum inside me. But I'm going to love the feeling of you sucking it out even more. You see, cucky, you are so important in this process. Sure it's great fucking a guy with a huge cock who knows what to do with it. But it was incredible fucking him with my husband of 11 years watching me do it from the closet wearing a pair of my panties. The emotional fucking was better than the physical fucking. Which in turn made the physical fucking all that more amazing. Now, for the icing on the cake. Are you ready to eat your unfaithful wife's pussy right after her superior lover has just gotten done fucking it and filling it up not once but twice with his semen? Are you ready for your creampie?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"'Yes Ma'am' is all you have to say? I thought you were going to beg to clean me up."
"Please Ma'am. Please let me lick your pussy clean. I'll do anything you say. Just please let me please you with my mouth."
"That will have to do. OK cucky. You can have your creampie. Just start licking what is leaking out. Then you can really dive in and make me come."
I went from licking to slurping his cum from her pussy pretty quickly. She laughed and squirmed at my agressiveness at licking and sucking her clean. It didn't take long for her to get me to lay on my back so she could sit on my face. And it didn't take long after that before she started coming on my face, her orgasm flooding her's and her lover's cum into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked and swallowed like my life depended on pleasing my wife. When she finally stopped convulsing from her orgasm, my wife flopped off my face and rolled onto her back next to me. She looked at me and busted out laughing.
"Honey, you have cum all over your face. Here, let me help you."
She wiped off the cum with her fingers and fed it to me until my face was semen free.
"You did a really good job cleaning your wife's pussy. I think you are going to enjoy being my little pussyboy. My little cum sucker. Speaking of cum, would you like to dribble now slave?"
"Yes Ma'am. It feels like my tiny penis is going to explode."
"OK. Well I had planned on having you use a condom everytime you came and then making you take your ejaculate. But I've changed my mind. My slave will only be allowed to eat real men's cum. Your cum comes from inferior genetles. I will not have my slave eating inferior semen. So, I've decided that when you cum, you will do so by masturbating into the toilet. That is where your disgusting cum belongs. So, if you want to come, let's go into the bathroom."
I followed her into the bathroom, my eyes never leaving her precious ass. "Now kneel in front of the toilet." I obeyed. She straddled the toilet and put her ass in my face. "You may smell my asshole while you make yourself come. Go ahead start sniffing and make yourself dribble."
I pressed my nose to my wife's anus and began sniffing. Almost as soon as I touched myself I started to come. My wife grabbed my hair and pressed my face into the crack of her ass as I had the most powerful orgasm of my life. It seemed to last forever. When I was finally done my wife released my head and looked into the bowl at my floating semen.
"Now I'm going to show you what I think of your nasty little dribble of semen." My wife sat on the toilet. "Put your face as close as you can get it here." She pointed to her crotch.
I had my face inches from her pussy when she began to piss on my cum. "That's what I think of your worthless cum. I piss on it." Watching my wife peeing really turned me on. I was instantly hard again. When she was done, she looked at me. "Would you like to lick the piss off me?"
"Oh yes Ma'am!" I exclaimed.
"You realize that if you do this now, I'll expect you to do it from now on. Your tongue will be my toilet paper after every time I pee. Do you really want that?"
"Yes, please Ma'am. I want to lick the pee from your pussy."
"OK cucky. Go ahead, lick your wife clean."

It was Sunday night, and both my wife and I were exhausted from our weekend's introduction into cuckoldry. I was more emotionally exhausted while my wife was physically spent from all the fucking she did.
We were laying side by side on what is now considered her bed (which had fresh sheets, cleaning sheets covered with sweat and cum looked to be a job I'd be doing often). After I had come, my wife and I had finished off the enchiladas, she at the table and myself on the floor. I cleaned up the kitchen and the bedroom while my wife took a bath. After I had showered my wife told me that we had to have a talk. I was worried, of course. More often than not when your wife says "we have to talk," there might be trouble. She wanted to talk while laying on her bed.
"I'd like to take a time-out and have a serious talk," she said. "OK?"
"OK Ma'am."
"None of that right now. Right now we are on even terms. Husband and wife. OK?"
"Sure honey. Go ahead."
"First of all, how are you?"
The look of genuine concern for me on her face made me love her even more, if that was possible.
"I couldn't be happier." I was serious too. I thought I'd hate doing all the housework, but even doing that was a real turn-on.
Her face relaxed a little and she let loose how she was feeling. "Me too! This weekend was so amazing! You are so amazing!" She rolled into me and we hugged. "Seriously," she continued. "You were so great! You did everything I told you to do. And you liked it?"
"I loved it. You were the one who was great. It was like we were in a movie, or in a dream, and you were in complete control of everything. Watching you fucking another man and seeing you thoroughly enjoying yourself is the best thing I have ever seen." I laughed and said, "I can't believe watching you come on another man's cock made me orgasm without even touching myself. That's how much I enjoy you cuckolding me."
My wife laughed a little and added, "You came in your panties dear." This brought us to more laughter as we shared in my offense.
When we recovered, my wife said, "So if you had your way, if I let you decide, would you prefer to continue me cuckolding you and you being my slave or would you want to go back to just being husband and wife?"
"Oh, I absolutly would choose to continue being your cuckold slave. I want to be 100% devoted to serving you."
My wife's smile was a mixture of pure excitement, pleasure, and mischief. "Yes!" She exclaimed. "I love you so much. I wanted to give you a chance to back out now that we made your fantasy a reality. I love you and I told myself I'd be happy with either choice. But once I actually said it, I was hopeing you'd choose to keep doing this. I fucking loved cuckolding you. I can't decide which way I liked better. With you hiding in the closet or with you being right next to the bed. Both situations were very exciting to me. Which did you prefer?"
I thought about it for a minute before I answered. "Well, I enjoyed watching you fuck Donkey Kong Jr. more simply because you two together was like magic. You two really know how to please eachother."
Her smile was sudective and secretive, but she said nothing. I continued, "But to answer your question, between the closet and in the room, I don't know either. Being in the room was more humiliating, but I also think that I may distract you from enjoying yourself."
"I see what you mean. No, I don't think you'd distract me. I guess that fucking Chip the way I did and how the situation was going allowed me to bring you into the play. Since he was so inexperienced, I thought I could mold him into our situation and have him with you there every time so that we can try out new things. With DKJ, we do have amazing sexual chemistry. He's a cool guy and I don't think he'd want you in the room. So I had you watch from the closet. Plus it's neat that he doesn't know what you look like. Plus he doesn't know you know he's the one fucking your wife. In a way, that's exciting too."
We were silent for a few moments when I decided I'd ask her a question. "If we continue this, you're not going to leave me for one of your lovers, are you?"
"Of course not. I will never leave you. You're my soul mate. I always thought it was a cruel joke played on me that the man I love more than anyone or anything in the world had a tiny penis. Now I am so glad that you do have a small one. Because if you were hung, there would be no reamister to cuckold you."
"I'm glad I'm small too. One of the biggest turn-ons of my life was the day you permanently cut me off. That day led to you cuckolding me and enslaving me. I don't think it would have ever happend had you not cut me off."
"Cutting you off was a huge turn-on for me too. That day I gained complete control over you although at the time I didn't know how to fully use that power. What was it like, for you, the moment his cock entered me and you became a cuckold?"
"Oh my God. I thought I'd have a heart attack. I almost came then, seriously. I was really rooting for you to do it. I was hoping you'd go through with it. I really wanted to be your slave. I love it when you boss me around. I love it when you power me to do things and when you humiliate me. I love how you're taking to your role as my mistress. You couldn't be a more perfect wife for me. I love you with all of my soul."
"So, we're both enjoying ourselves a lot. But we're just getting started. So I have a little proposal for you. Once you accept, our time-out is over and we go back to mistress and slave. Do you have anything else to say before I offer my proposal, while we are still husband and wife?"
I thought really hard and couldn't come up with anything else to say. "I don't think so."
"Is there anything we've done that you'd rather not be doing? Does it bother you that other people like Joan and the women at the havestore know about us?"
"No. I find it really exciting that they know."
"What about the fact that you have to do all the chores?"
"That turns me on too."
"How about eating your food on the floor like a dog?"
"That doesn't bother me as much as I don't think I'm getting enough to eat."
"Honey. I want you to lose about 30 lbs. With all the housework you'll get more excersise, but if you're going to be going around with only a pair of my panties on, I'd rather not look at your belly hanging over the waistband. I want you to look sexy when we have company too. The scrap diet will help take off some pounds. Trust me, honey, you'll get enough to eat. Speaking of eating, if you accept my proposal you will continue to eat my lover's semen. Do you have a problem with that?"
"I don't really like the taste, but the act of doing it is so humiliating, that I don't think I'd have it any other way."
"Good. Because that is one of my favorite parts of our new lifestyle. You'll never know how much it turns me on powering you to lick up my lover's cum. God, just thinking about it is getting my pussy wet again." She started touching herself, gently caressing her pussy underneath her panties. She did this for a moment and then stopped looking a little embarrassed.
"OK. Sorry about that."
"It's quite alright."
"I propose that we continue with our agreement. You are my cuckold slave. You are not allowed to touch my breasts, my pussy, or my ass with your hands. You cannot lick or suck on my breasts. They are for my lovers. You are not allowed to have intercourse and you are not allowed to receive oral sex or even hand jobs. You are only allowed to come once a week and you will do so by means of masturbating into the toilet. You are allowed to lick my feet, my ass and asshole, and of course, my pussy. You will lick and suck any of these areas of my body whenever I tell you to for as long as I want and however I tell you to.
"You will use you tongue and mouth to clean me after I've had sex with my lovers. You will also use your tongue and mouth to clean me after I have urinated. Do you agree to all of that?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good, I'll continue. We will go on like we did this weekend for one month. During that month we will test various aspects of cuckoldry and female domination that we've read about. You will be expected to do everything I come up with for you to do. Some of it may not be pleasant, but we have to know what we will want to incorporate into our marriage when the one month is over and we've made all of our changes permanent."
"Permanent?" I asked.
"Yes. At the end of the month I will have all the arrangements taken care of to make our marriage of cuckoldry permanent. We will renew our vows in front of a judge. I will vow to love and cherish you. You will also vow to love and cherish me. But you will also vow to honor, serve and obey me. I will be making no such vows to you. He will pronounce us wife and cuckold. Our names will then be legally changed to my maiden name. All of our money will be transfered to a new account in my name only as well as the house and all of our assets.
"Once that is taken care of, I want you to quit working the counter at the book store."
My wife and I live in a college town and she owns a text book store near the college. I was the manager there when she bought the place from a friend of hers. That's how we met. She had planned on firing me because I wasn't a very good manager, but I was very good at working the counter. She took a liking to me and asked me out after I had been demoted. I accepted and we ended up getting married and the rest is history.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because being my slave is going to be your full time job. My niece and her friend are going to be freshmen in the fall and they need jobs. I told my sister that I'd employ them. Since they can only work 20 hours a week apiece, I thought they could replace your 40 hours a week. That way you're free to be at my beck and call. They're going to be living in a dorm, but they're coming in about a couple of weeks early to help with the fall rush. Don't worry, this will be after we've remarried. But they will be staying with us and I intend on letting them know about our situation.
"So, at the end of this trial month of cuckoldry and slavery we will hopefully know which aspects of the lifestyle we enjoy the most and we'll make those aspects part of our marriage. Do you agree to my proposal?"
"Yes. Absolutely. I am ready for this."
"Good. All this talk has made me horny, slave. I want you to eat out my asshole while I masturbate. I think I have one more orgasm left in me."
"Yes, Ma'am!" I exclaimed as she rolled over onto her belly and presented her perfect ass for me to worship.

My wife pointed her ass at me and wiggled it seductively. "Come on honey, stick your face in my crack and lick my asshole. That's it, stick your tongue in and lick me."
I love eating my wife's asshole. It was something she promised me I would be doing a lot more of now that she had me as a slave and not as a husband. She planned on making me do lots of nasty things with my mouth since she decided I'd no longer be allowed to kiss her (unless she had her mouth full of another man's cum).
I licked all around her anus before she urged me to penetrate her with my tongue. My tongue was the only part of my body allowed to penetrate my wife's ass and pussy. I was really getting into it and my wife was humping my face while she masturbated, getting herself off for the last time this weekend. As my wife approached orgasm, she let loose a huge fart while my mouth covered her asshole and my tongue was deep in her anus. My wife stopped masturbating and I stopped eating her asshole. She started laughing and said, "Did you just eat a fart out of my ass?" She couldn't stop laughing. "I'm sorry," she said between snorts. "It must be the enchiladas. Mexican always gives me gas."
For all the craziness that had happened in the last few days you would think that nothing would surprise me. But when my wife farted in my mouth and I actually liked it, I thought to myself, "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
"It's OK honey," I said. "Would you like me to continue worshiping your ass?"
"I don't know cucky. It feels like I might fart again."
"Please let me..."
"Please let you what?" My wife asked me, her eyebrows raised.
"Please let me eat your asshole out Ma'am," I begged.
"You little pervert. You want me to fart in your mouth don't you?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Well," she rolled back over and pointed her ass at me. "Hurry up. I'm going to let one loose."
I almost dove at my wife's upturned ass. Before I could get my mouth on her asshole, she farted in my face. Precum was drooling out of my engorged penis. I couldn't believe how hot my wife farting in my mouth and in my face has made me. I licked her asshole and then pressed my mouth against her anus and started sucking. Sure enough, she broke wind again and I sucked it in like I was inhaling a joint. My wife was back masturbating. She had stopped laughing and was concentrating on bringing herself to a climax. As she started to come, I encreased my licking and sucking on her asshole. When she finally came, she unleashed another series of farts into my mouth and face. God I really needed to come. I had another week to go. How would I do it?
"Wow, honey. You are so perverted. You liked me farting in your mouth and face like that?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Strange, but it started to turn me on there too. Well, I'm beat and I really want to go to relax. I was going to cuddle with you tonight, but I've changed my mind. I'll probably have gas all night and since you like my farts so much, I think I'll have you relax under the covers with your face next to my ass so that you can smell my gas all night. Aren't I a great wife? I find out what my little cuckold slave likes and then I reward him with his treat. Now give each asscheek a kiss and then one on my asshole and then under the covers with you. Sweet dreams, cucky."
I woke up early Monday morning so that I could get breakfast started for my wife. Some time during the night she had pulled the covers off of us, but I slept through her act of kindness. Not only was it hot and hard to breathe under the covers, but it also was filled with gas from my wife's steady stream of farts she released throughout the night. She had pulled off the part of the covers over myself and her legs and ass. Her ass was pressed up against the side of my face. I really didn't want to move, I was in heaven with her ass so close to me, but I had to get breakfast started.
When I was almost through cooking, I went upstairs to wake my wife by gently licking her pussy. We both love this method of me being my wife's human alarm clock. I found that she was already up and in the bathroom. I quickly made the bed and had just finished when she came out. She looked at me kind of crossly. She said, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you. Then again, you are a little fart sniffer. You'd probably like it. Well, what do you want," she said when she realized I wanted a decision from her.
"Ma'am? Would you like your breakfast in bed or at the table?"
"At the table. I'm already up. I woke up alone and not in the way I've been accustom to being awoken." She was short with me and she abruptly brushed past me out the door. I followed her like a scolded puppy with his tail between his legs.
She ate in silence before she put her plate on the floor for me to eat her scraps. She left me very little once again.
She dressed and left for work without saying another word to me. As soon as she left, I got myself ready to work at the book store. It was a very slow time of year, so I ran the counter by myself.
I couldn't stop thinking about my wife. I hadn't thought of her this much since we had first met. I kept picturing her fucking those two guys. I kept thinking of how bitchy she had become. But mostly I kept thinking of how aroused I got eating her asshole out while she farted in my face. It was just so abasing. I didn't really enjoy the actual smell, but the simple fact of what I was doing and what she was doing to me almost took me over the edge as far as ejaculating without touching myself again.
I called my wife at noon, but she didn't answer. I had so few customers that day that it would have cost less to have just stayed closed. The store closed at 5:00 p.m. and it took me about an hour longer to close up and drive home.
I arrived a little before 6:00 and found my wife sitting on the recliner and she was fuming. "Get down on your knees before me now!" She almost yelled. I moved quickly and was before her in seconds. She leaned forward and gripped me by my chin and put her face close to mine. When she spoke, she wasn't too careful in controlling her spittle, wetting my face by the time she was through speaking. "When I get home from a long day of work, I expect my slave to be waiting for me on his knees to kiss my shoes and welcome his mistress home. I expect my slave to lead me to this chair," she smacked the armrest with her free hand. "And I expect him to remove my shoes. I expect him to ask permission to smell my shoes and my feet before he gives me a nice, long foot massage!" With that, she let go of my chin and pushed my face back. When I went to wipe the spit off my face, my wife slapped my hand away. "What the hell are you trying to do? Were you going to wipe off my spit from your face?"
"Yes Ma'am," I said sheepishly.
"How dare you?" She leaned right into my face and started spitting. She spit in my face until it was covered in her saliva. "Stand up now!" She commanded. "Strip down to your panties slave. Now pull your panties down to your knees and lean over my lap."
When I got over her lap, my flacid penis touched her bare thigh. She pushed me off her lap and yelled, "You disgusting pig. How dare you allow your tiny pathetic excuse for a penis to touch my bare skin. Lean over me but cup your genitals with one hand so it doesn't touch me. Good. Now I am going to spank you for being such a bad slave. You didn't wake me up like you are supposed to. You were not here when I got home to greet me and to please me. I am hungry and I am going to have to wait to eat my dinner because you have a job. Well, since I'm your boss, you are fired!" With the word "fired" she began her assult on my ass.
My wife is an athlete. She is very good at a lot of sports, but she is a great tennis player. She spanked me like she hit her serves. Towards the end of my spanking she was even grunting like she does when she plays. I have never in my life received a spanking that hard and long. She was really getting into it.
I hate to say it, but I am a huge pussy. My tolerance for pain is very small. About half way into it, I started wimpering. This only increased her efforts. Then I actually started to cry. By the end of the spanking I was bawling and my dick started to get hard, causing me to raise my hips so my penis wouldn't touch my wife's thigh, which caused the blows hurt even more.
When she was finally done, she pushed me off her and I landed on my ass. The sting made me yelp in pain. "You," my wife panted. "Are such a pussy. I can't believe a girl spanking you made you cry. If it will make you feel better, you can take off my shoes and kiss and lick my bare feet. That will make you feel better, won't it?"
I nodded and wiped off all the spit and tears before I settled in to worship my wife's feet.
"That's a good boy. Lick your wife's feet. You love my feet, don't you?"
"Yes Ma'am." I said and went back to licking between her toes.
"I'm sorry I had to punnish you, but you were neglecting your duties. I'm going to call a temp agency and get someone to cover for you until my niece and her friend get here to take over the counter. I just think that you working there is stupid. This way you can concentrate on me and doing your chores. You don't want to have me get this mad again do you?"
"No, Ma'am. Never."
"Because I would have to find a way to punish you. And I love you and I really don't want to have to do that again. I don't like making my little slave cry. But he is a huge pussy, isn't he?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"But you're my pussy and I love that you're a wimp. I love dominating you. I love your presentation to me. You are going to do everything I tell you to do without question. You will please me beyond your comprehension. Every time I make you do something we've never done before, well, that will make my orgasms that much better. Too bad you only get one a week. I bet you'd like to come right now. Is that true?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Even though you own wife has just made you pull down your panties and she made you bend over her knee and she spanked you until you cried like a little girl?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Stand up slave. You still want to come, even though your wife has just kicked you in the balls?" With the word "balls" my wife thrust her bare foot into my testicles, causing me to collapse in pain. I landed on my sore ass and started crying againg as I rolled onto my side.
My wife pulled off her panties and removed her skirt and straddled my head and ordered me to look up at her. "I told you that you could only come once a week. You have already come twice as many times as you were allowed. Get it through your thick head that no matter what, you will only be coming once every Sunday. If you ever come either by choice or by accident again without permission, you will be placed in a chastity device and only I will have the key. Do you want that?"
"No, Ma'am." I sobbed.
"Quit your fucking crying. Lay on your back. Beating you has made my pussy wet. I'm going to sit on your face and you are going to make me cum with your mouth. Then you are going to clean yourself up and fix me dinner while I relax."
She lowered herself onto my face and I controlled my tears and brought my wife to an enormous face wetting orgasm.

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MY FIRST CUCKOLDING


I was only 19 when introduced to the cuckolding experience. I had been going out with my girlfriend Caroline for about 6 months but we had not got beyond heavy petting in the sex stakes, despite some of my friends regularly fucking their own partners, and I was still a virgin.

At the time I wanted to make it feel special, although in hindsight I understand now that it was probably just because I was a total wimp. I thought Caroline wanted me to treat her properly and not just as a sex object but I had my thoughts on that score well and truly dispelled one particular night.

Caroline’s friend Justina was well known for being a bit of a slut and mad for black guys. I found her incredibly sexy. Unlike Caroline, she always dressed like a real tart, making herself up like a cheap whore for her black boyfriends.

With her parents away for the weekend she invited Caroline and I to her house to make up a foursome with her black boyfriend, Amos.

We had a take-away earlier in the night which I spent trying to find ways of sneaking a look at the sexy, slutty black seamed stockings and stilettos Justina had worn for the night.

After a few takes, they disappeared upstairs, leaving us on the floor in the front room. As I fumred with Caroline’s bra straps after some heavy petting, we could quite clearly hear Amos fucking Justina in her bedroom. She was begging him to drill her with his big black cock, screaming for him to fuck her harder, to make her his slut. All this whilst I was trying to think of ways of getting Caroline’s hand to stroke my erect 4-incher through my jeans.

Eventually, Caroline broke the silence downstairs by saying that it sounded like Amos was giving a Justina a really good seeing to! I had never heard her talk so forthright and felt my cock twitching. However, once again showing my chivalrous/ wimpy side, I declined to take the bull by the horns and push her hand down my trousers.

Having failed to say anything other than that Justina seemed to be enjoying it, Caroline looked at me with disdain and got up to go get another take. I admired her full arse in the skin tight white trousers and her ample tits as she came back into the room braless. As she stood there looking down at me, we both heard Amos bringing Justina to an almighty climax before telling her he was going to fill her cunt.

“Give me all of that hot spunk, stud. Fill my pussy with your black cum.”

We heard Amos do just that with Justina moaning how good it felt. A minute or two later, we heard the sound of the two of them coming downstairs. There was a knock at the living room door asking if they could come in. Caroline told them to wait a moment as she put her blue blouse on.

As they came into the front room, Justina smiled, glowing after her screwing, saying that she knocked because she didn’t want to disturb anything. Half out of ear shot I heard Caroline mumble “fat chance of that.”

They had come for refreshments and I found myself unable to take my eyes off Justina. She was wearing a red silk dressing gown tied round the middle but was still clad in her black seamed stockings and high heels. As she turned to ask Amos what he wanted to take, her gown fell open slightly revealing her stocking tops and suspenders before she covered up the transgression. I thought I was going to shoot my load there and then and was pleased I had a duvet over myself so that I could conceal the little tent in my pants.

Whilst I was ogling Justina walking towards the kitchen, Caroline’s eyes were focused firmly on Amos who was wearing nothing but an ill-fitting dressing gown of Justina’s younger brother. He was very well-built and, sitting, the gown was doing nothing to hide the long black cock between his legs. Even soft it looked half as big again as my 4 inch rock hard prick.

As Justina handed Amos a take, she noticed Caroline staring at her boyfriend and asked her what she was looking at. Caroline made something up about being fascinated by the dressing gown but it was well and truly clear what she was looking at.

Justina didn’t hesitate suggesting that Caroline was more fascinated by the contents of the gown rather than the gown itself. Then without waiting for a reply, she asked her friend if she wanted to see Amos’ big black cock. Caroline didn’t even look at me and without a moment’s hesitation replied “Oh fuck, yes!”

A smile broke out on both the face of Justina and her stud as she sat down next to him and undid the gown. Then, using her left hand, she took the enormous tool in her hand and began stroking it. “Magnificent, isn’t it?” she asked Caroline. Caroline could only nod at the sheer size of it as Justina’s kneading began to make it hard. Justina bent her head over into his lap and wrapped her red lipsticked lips around the bulging head. She made a point of making a big slurping sound and a pop as she moved her mouth of the cock. She looked at me and licked her lips provactively. “I love sucking black cock.”

I gulped and noticed that Caroline was now on her knees and had moved much closer to the settee where Caroline and Amos were sitting. Justina ordered her to take her blouse off and show her boyfriend those big tits. Then, looking directly at me, Justina took her friend’s head in her right hand and guided it towards her boyfriend’s cock. Caroline did not need much coaxing and quickly brought her mouth down on the enormous black cock.

Amos gripped her head immediately and powering her down onto his tool, ordered her to suck his black cock and called her a cocksucking whore. I nearly came in my pants there and then. I felt so humiliated and yet so turned on. I thought Caroline was all innocent but here she was on her knees, sucking her best friend’s boyfriend’s black cock in front of me her virgin boyfriend.

“Has she done this for you yet?” Justina asked me. I shook my head. “If you had a cock like Amos, she’d be doing it all the fucking time!”

Then, with Amos beginning to fuck my girlfriend’s mouth, Justina ordered me to pull the duvet away and show her my own cock. My prick was erect in my jeans, never having been harder, but Justina burst out laughing when she saw my “pathetic little tent.”

She ordered me to take my jeans and underwear off so she could see just what Caroline had to put up with. I stood up embarrassed as I removed my jeans and boxers, my little prick dwarfed by the 10 inch black cock my girlfriend was greedily sucking on.

“No wonder she’s not been fucked yet. Why would she want a little boy’s cock when there’s real men like my Amos out there?” laughed Justina.

She ordered me to crawl between her knees saying that as she was allowing my girlfriend to give oral to her boyfriend, she thought it was only fair that I should return the favour by licking her out. I paused realising what she was suggesting and stammered that I thought she had just been fucked by Amos.

“That’s right, little boy, he’s left a load in my pussy. And whilst Caroline gives him a blow job, you’re going to show her how worthless and pathetic you are by sucking his cum from my cunt!”

Justina made me kneel in front of her. She stood up and let the red silk robe fall to the floor. She was naked apart from the seamed stockings, suspenders and high heels she had been fucked in. Looking up at her, I saw her pussy lips were red and swollen from the fucking Amos had given her and there was white sticky cum oozing from her gaping slit.

Just as she grabbed my head to pull it towards her cum-filled pussy, I noticed Caroline momentarily stop sucking on the black cock so she could see me eat another man’s load from her best friend’s snatch.

“Oh you nasty little fucking wimp, clean my cunt of black cum!” Justina demanded.

I was gagging at the taste as Justina made a concerted effort to push all the load into my waiting mouth. And yet, strangely, my cock was harder than ever before. I could hear Caroline slurping noisily again on the black cock, as he called her a filthy slut.

I spent ten minutes eating Justina’s pussy, cleaning it to her satisfaction before she took my head and parked it next to Caroline’s as she sucked that massive black prick. Caroline was wanking it furiously up and down and two or three times, at Justina’s behest, she removed it from her mouth and turning to me stuck her tongue down my throat. “Make your boyfriend taste that black cock Caroline, you fucking dirty slut!”

Justina sensed that Amos was close to shooting his load and told him to fill Caroline’s slutty mouth. As he gripped her head and groaned out load he did just that, nearly obligation the poor bitch on the jet spurts. Caroline couldn’t quite take all the cum in her mouth, some of it dripping down her chin and onto her massive tits. What she did take she began to swallow at Justina’s command.

Then she ordered Caroline to face me and kiss me. My girlfriend thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, powering me to taste her lover’s cum. Justina then told me there was some mess to clean up from her tits and powerd my head to the areas where the hot spunk had fallen and ordered me to lick it up. She pointed out to Caroline that her boyfriend was a faggot who loved the taste of cum.

However, my offense was not yet complete. Justina made me take off Caroline’s trousers and panties, put her high heels back onto her feet and then ordered Caroline to straddle her boyfriend’s black cock, which remained hard, so he could fuck her pussy. It was a struggle for Caroline to take it all but she was so wet from the action so far that she managed it. Justina made me lick Caroline’s asshole at first as she bounced up and down on that big cock before powering my head lower and making me suck the black balls as they pounded into my girlfriend’s tight hole.

When Caroline turned the other way, I was made to lick her clit as he fucked her with Justina powering my head so far down that at times I was licking the shaft of the beautiful black cock as my girlfriend impaled herself on it, coating it in her cum juice as she had numerous orgasms.

Justina told Caroline that Amos was gonna cum in her pussy and was that a problem. I mentioned that, unlike Justina, Caroline was not on the pill. Justina slapped me round the face saying that was obvious as her boyfriend had a pathetic little boy’s cock so there would be no point but that it was nothing to do with me, she was asking Caroline.

Caroline breathlessly, between moans, said that she wanted all his load in her pussy and that if I had a problem with her getting pregnant, then I could suck all the cum out from her cunt!

Despite it being the third time that night he had cum, I couldn’t believe the size of the load Amos deposited in my girlfriend’s well fucked pussy. I licked it all up under Justina’s supervision.

Justina then commented that everyone had cum that night apart from me and that it was only fair I was allowed to do so. I got excited thinking that maybe I would get to fuck one of the girls but Justina had other ideas.

She made me kneel at her stockinged and high-heeled feet, telling me that as I had watched everyone else perform, now it was my turn – “wank off your tiny little worm over my stockings and shoes. You spent most of the night earlier looking at them so now you can show how much you worship them.”

It took me less than 5 seconds to ask for permission to cum (three yanks of my throbbing cock) which made all three of them laugh. With permission I then jerked off my load onto Justina’s stockings and shoes. Surprisingly, it was then Caroline who grabbed my head and, powering it down and using her high heel on my neck when it was low enough, buried my head into the mess I had just created and ordered me to eat my worthless spunk.

She humiliated me further by asking whose cum tasted better – mine or a real man’s? I told her that the real man’s cum tasted far better which made them all laugh out loud.

That weekend turned into one long cuckolding and after that things were never the same with Caroline. She went out all the time with Justina and her black studs and when possible would get me to be her clean up bitch. Sometimes she would supervise my wanking sessions at my house, powering me to eat my own load from her shoes or my hand.

We carried on going out for a while after I went to university but only so that Caroline could come over to where I was studying and fuck some of the big black cocks on campus and power me to spend some of my student grant on slutty clothes for her to wear around ‘real men’. It was so humiliating relaxing in the corridor at the residential halls, outside my room where my girlfriend was being banged by some young stud – or occasionally more than one. She was such a dirty bitch for big black cock after that but eventually became bored of humiliating me and dumped me.

However, Justina and her have addicted me to cuckolding and I’m still searching for my new Caroline…

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In My Wife's Underwear

I woke, a bit later than usual after all the previous night's activity, in the spare bedroom, my wife Jo having banished me there saying she only wanted to relax with 'real men' in her marital bed from thereon.

After showering and changing I went into the bedroom to say goodbye to 'Mistress Jo'. She was still pretty drowsy and tired from the severe fucking she had received from her two black lovers just hours before. However, she did manage to sit up and rub her eyes as I got to the bedroom door. "Wait, there's something I want you to do for me today." she told me. "I'm going to be late Mistress Jo." I whimpered. She ignored me and ordered me to come closer to her. "Take off your shoes. And your socks. And your trousers. Now your boxers." My cock began to stiffen as I could not help but think, quite erroneously, that maybe she was going to suck me off because she felt guilty about her adultery. "I want you to wear the black fishnet stockings, suspenders and panties I came home in last night. You know, the ones I was very well fucked in. They might be a bit sweaty and spunk sodden, but I'm sure you'll enjoy that - it will remind you what a slut your wife is and let you know who now wears the trousers in this marriage." I began to panic, realising she was serious, and tried to get out of it. She cut me short with a more threatening scenario. "Shut the fuck up and do it or I will make you wear a black bra as well underneath your white shirt. If you refuse I will tell Kirsty, to let all the office know what's happened since yesterday!"

I was faced with no choice and pulled on the worn black fishnet stockings and suspenders before pulling on the skimpy knickers that Jo had borrowed from Kirsty to stop her lovers cum from dripping out of her fuckholes. Despite the fact the panties were very skimpy, my tiny prick was able to fit snugly into the silk - a fact that did not go unmentioned by my wife. The feel of the black silk got me hard and I wondered how I was going to be able to walk. My wife looked at me with a big grin on her face. "It suits you, feminine underwear, so much more so than pretending to be a man. It's just a shame I can't send you to work in a skirt and high heels so that everyone would know what a tart you are!" I put my trousers and shoes back on over the top but my wife refused to allow me to wear socks. "If anyone sees your fishnets, they'll just know what a little tart and pervert you are, won't they?"

When I got to work I managed to compose myself enough to soften my cock, but the feel of the black silk panties, and the pull of the suspenders on my fishnet stockings made it very difficult. I stopped to have a chat with Dave from Accounts on my way past as is the norm with some usual chit-chat about nothing, when Jim, the black guy who had very expertly fucked my wife the previous night with the help of his equally well endowed friend Jim, came past.

"Heh, Jim, how you doing? Where were you last night? We were one short for five-a- side?" Jim smiled broadly. "I was fucking some married white slut with my mate. Apparently, her husband's a bit of a wimp and, believe me, was she hot for it!" Dave's jaw dropped. "Yeah? Did you skewer her?" "Hell, yes, the bitch could not get enough. Said she'd been fed with a little boy's cock for 5 years and wanted to make up for lost time. Took it up the ass as well. It was like fucking a whore off the street!" "Wow. Will you be doing her again?" I asked meekly. "You bet. The dirty bitch has already invited us both round tonight to do her again. Says she wants to be fucked properly in her marital bed for the first time! See you two later." He left grinning from ear to ear. I headed off to my office knowing it was going to be a busy night and, with my cock straining in my secretary's silk panties, an uncomfortable day.

Kirsty arrived bang on 9am as usual. She came into the office without knocking. "Good morning cuckold. How did it go last night? Was there enough cum for you in your wife's pussy and ass?" "Good morning. Yes there was thank you, Mistress Kirsty." I said, stating the last two words hesitantly, wondering if Jo had told Kirsty that she was going to order me to address her in that manner. From the look on Kirsty's face, evidently that was not the case. She burst out laughing. "Mistress Kirsty, uh? I like that. Let's you know your place, who your superiors are. Was that Jo's suggestion?" I replied in the affirmative. She sat on the edge of my desk and leant over and dialled my home number. She left the phone on loudspeaker. "Hello?" "Hi, Jo. You recovered yet, you horny bitch?" Kirsty laughed. "Still pretty sore, but what a great night. I feel like a woman at last - well, a slut anyway! Are you with the cuckold?" "Yeah. Did he clean you well last night?" "Oh yes. He had no choice really, having his face rubbed in it. He makes a better arselicker than a husband, I'll say that. I hope he's been addressing you correctly?" she enquired. "Mistress Kirsty." she mimiced, humiliating me. "Very appropriate, I think." "Has he told you what he's wearing yet?" Jo asked. She knew that I would not have done, so carried on her sentence. "I made him wear my fishnet stockings and suspenders, as well as the silk panties you lent me, underneath his trousers!"

Kirsty put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from bursting out. "A sissy and a cuckold? That's fantastic." she said. "Stand up and take your trousers down, let me see what a little tart you look." she demanded. It was so humiliating and frightening, pulling my trousers down to reveal myself to my secretary, dressed in her panties and my wife's used stockings and suspenders. Kirsty clapped her hands when she saw. "Very nice. Very tarty. Now you really do deserve to be called a little bitch!" "It suits him, doesn't it Kirsty?" Jo asked. "I think he should wear women's underwear all the time and other things at home, don't you?" Kirsty confirmed my wife's thoughts and told Jo that she would take me out at lunch-time to buy me some things for my 'new special wardrobe'. They said their goodbyes and I was allowed to pull my trousers back up.

I found it difficult to concentrate that morning, images of my wife squatting with each hand holding a monster black cock and her lipsticked lips working each of them in turn, kept appearing in my head, making me hard in my silk panties, which in turn fuelled my offense and made me harder still.

Part 2 - Shopping

Eventually, lunch-time arrived and Kirsty and I headed towards town to purchase some items for my 'special' wardrobe. "You'll want to look your best for tonight and your guests, won't you?" I froze, my heart skipped a beat as I realised that one of my co- workers, Jim, would be seeing me dressed like a tart. I began to stammer that I did not want to be so dressed, but Kirsty admonished me. "Don't be a silly little tart. You will wear what you are told. You heard what your wife said - you are not fit to be dressed in manly clothing round the house anymore as you are a pathetic little sissy cuckold who gets off on being cuckolded and his wife's clean-up boy. I bet your little worm's still hard in those silk panties of mine, isnt't it?" she teased.

She took me to a department store first and picked out a red silk blouse and black knee length skirt with a split up the back and front. "That should flash your stocking tops of nicely. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you little fucking tart? Showing your wife's lover's your suspenders, you dirty bitch!" she ridiculed. She started heading towards the changing rooms with the items, ignoring my protests. The assistant took the items to check the amount there was before passing a token. She could not help but comment that she thought the size was too big. "Oh, they're not for me." Kirsty grinned. The assistant, barely 18, giggled. "I see. Go through." She looked at me knowingly still laughing at me as Kirsty dragged me to a booth. When I had the blouse and skirt on, Kirsty could not help but comment that I looked a little tart. "A bit of make-up and some high heels and you'll be turning heads!" "Are you alright in there?" came a question from outside. Kirsty pulled the curtain back a touch and saw the young assistant. She pulled it back further to reveal me and asked her. "What do you think?" "Ooh, nice. Fishnets, nice touch. A bit tarty though!" she laughed, humiliating me. Kirsty laughed along with her. "Yes, that's how he likes it!"

Both items purchased, she took me next to the lingerie department. She didn't make me try anything on but I did have to endure her holding basques, and bras up against me. In the end, we bought a red basque with suspenders and red panties, a black lace suspender belt, bra and panties set, with a set in white too as well as some black seamed and white lace-top stockings.

However the most embarrassing bit was yet to come - shoes! Although Kirsty did not power me to try anything on it was quite evident as soon as she asked for a shoe she had in her hand (one with 5" heels and a single ankle strap) in size 9 1/2 that they were for me. "Fancy dress is it?" asked the sales lady who must have been about 40. "Um, no." Kirsty said. "In fact, we'd like two pairs, one in white and one in black." The lady stared at her and then me. Kirsty broke the stare with her next sentence. "He just likes wearing high heels round the house!" The lady was somewhat amused, saying it took all sorts and came back with the two pairs of shoes. I was bright red as I signed the credit card slip.

Kirsty then told me to go back to the office as she had some shopping to do alone and that she would be back around 3pm and I would have to answer my own calls till she came back. She asked me rhetorically whether that would be OK. "Yes Mistress Kirsty." I replied.

When she came back at 3pm she came bounding into my office. "Look what I managed to buy you for tonight!" She took out a package from the bag and held up a pre-packaged French Maid's outfit, made up of a silky black short dress, and a lace white apron and hat. "Your seamed stockings will really work with that!" She looked down at my feet below the desk. "Why are you not wearing your high heels? You need to get them broken in before tonight." I could not believe she wanted me to do that in the office but she was not laughing at all. I began to protest saying I would not be able to move from my desk and what if someone came in but she would hear none of it. She took the black patent leather stilettos from the box and made me take off my shoes. She passed them to me. "Put them on your fishnet stockinged feet, you tart!" If I thought the lingerie was making my cock hard, the feeling generated by the high heels as I walked up and down in the office for Kirsty's amusement nearly brought me off. Eventually, she let me sit down, telling me that she had bumped into Jo in town. "She looked fantastic, really slutty. She was glowing though, I think she really needed the seeing to she got last night. She was out buying some new tarty clothing for her real-man boyfriends she said. She told me to tell you it was all going on your account. She seemed to find it quite funny that you were paying for her to dress like a slut for other men. It is funny, don't you think?!" she teased.

Part 3 - The 'Party'

When I got home, my wife was already prepared for the 'party' she had organised for her lovers and Kirsty. She looked abolutely stunning - her blond hair had been done up, her make-up was even heavier than the night before, if that was possible, and her outfit was out of this world. She was wearing a black PVC leather mini-dress, cut off below the arms, black elbow length silk gloves, with her wedding and engagement rings clearly visible on top of the gloves, a black fetishr round her neck, black silk stockings and a brand new pair of black shiny leather knee high boots with 6" spike heels. "You look fantastic Mistress Jo." I commented. "Do you think my boyfriends will want to fuck me? Mmm? Do you think they'll like to fuck a bitch dressed like a whore?" I nodded my head. "And it's all thanks to my little sissy husband. You've paid for it all. Paying out money so your slutty wife can dress like a tramp for her lovers. You really are a wimp! Anyway, Kirsty tells me you've got some new outfits. I want you up to the bathroom now. Get naked and start shaving off every hair on your body except for those on your head."

I did just that, with Jo even shaving the hairs off the crack of my bum. She took me through to the bedroom and made me don bright red nail polish on my fingers and toes. I asked how I would get it off for work the folowing day but she told me that was not her problem. "I just want you to look presentable for my boyfriends. Don't you dare let me down, you little bitch, or you're for it!" She plastered me in make-up to feminise my face, and made me wear the brightest red lipstick I had ever seen. She then redid my hair so it looked more feminine too. Then I dressed in the black bra, panties and suspenders Kirsty had chosen for me, before donning the black seamed stockings. "Make sure they're straight, bitch, or you'll be spanked!" she warned. When I had them on and attached to my suspdenders, she ordered me to bend over so she could check. She had one of the high heeled shoes in her hand that I was about to wear and was tapping it against her thigh as she inspected my seams. "Well, they look straight-ish, but not straight enough." And with a whack the sole of the shoe hit my silk pantied backside. "Do it properly bitch or next time it will be the heel I spank you with. I've already warned you not to embarrass me tonight." I managed to pass her inspection second time round and put on my Maid's outfit and the stiletto heeled shoes. She made me practise walking in the 5" heels, ordering me to mince around and wiggle my ass.

Soon the guests arrived and Jo sent me to answer the door. It was so humiliating opening it to be greeted by my secretary, Kirsty, my co-worker, Jim and his friend John. "Good evening Sirs, Mistress Kirsty." I said submissively. "Look at this little fucking tart," Kirsty laughed. "Turn round and shows us your seamed stockings, bitch. That's it bend over and show the guys your pantied ass. What a fucking sissy, eh, Jim? John?" Both the guys agreed through their laughter and I escorted them all through to the front room. Jo got up as they came in and kissed both of them fully, with tongues, and then did the same to Kirsty. "Damn you bitches look hot tonight." stated John. I had to concur. I now got my first chance to look at Kirsty's outfit. As usual she looked fantastic, in her white see through blouse, black bra, short black skirt, sheer black stockings, suspenders and another sexy pair of 6" black high heeled slingbacks with two ankle straps. I was ordered to get some takes for all four of them and when I returned, both girls were on their knees, each sucking a black cock. I was entranced by the sight of my wife's left hand, in the black silk elbow length gloves, grasping that big black cock, her wedding and engagement rings sparkling as she jerked it off and sucked it deep into her throat. "Don't just stand there, sissy!" said Kirsty, removing Jim's cock from her mouth. "Pass the takes to your superiors and then get behind me and show me what a good little arselicker you are. I want you to get it nice and wet for Jim's cock whilst I suck it hard!" Seconds later, I was hitching Kirsty's skirt up and inserting my tongue into her well- used asshole, her rear unsurprisingly being pantyless. "Christ, you've got that little bitch well trained, Jo." commented Jim as I fucked my secretary's ringpiece with my tongue. It wasn't too long before Jim was pulling me by the hair away from Kirsty's ass so he could fuck her hole. By this time, my wife Jo was astride John on the sofa, riding him as he played roughly with her nipples. It was Jo who called me over and, asking John to pull her cheeks apart, ordered me to carry on my arselicking duties as she rode her stud. Soon, the noise in the house was reaching a tremendous volume. Both Kirsty and Jo were very vocal begging for the black cocks to fuck them, Kirsty in particular asking Jim to "ram that cock up my asshole" repeatedly. The guys were being equally forthright with John calling my wife all the names under the sun. "You fucking dirty adulterous whore, Jo. Fuck that big black cock!" "Louder." My wife requested. "I want my neighbours to know what a cheating fucking black cock loving slut I am!" He duly obliged before starting to let them know about me. "What about your husband, Jo? What do you thnk of him?" At the top of her voice, in between her orgasms, she let rip on the subject. "Oh, he's nothing but a pencil dicked sissy, more at home dressed in my underwear than in trousers. A sissy cuckold clean-up bitch, good for that and arselicking but little else!"

Eventually, John filled Jo with a load of spunk and immediately she climbed off, began sucking him off and presented her well fucked pussy, dripping with spunk, to my face. Kirsty, still being fucked hard up the arse by Jim, looked over. "Oh yeah, eat that spunk sissy. That's where he fucking belongs Jo, cleaning your well-fucked cunt out!"

Less than 10 minutes later, Kirsty had evidently changed her mind as she told me my place was reaming her asshole of Jim's spunk. Both Jim and John commented on how gross I was, but my wife told them I was getting off on the offense, which was quite true.

I thought that there may be a rest in between the fuckings, but Jo and Kirsty just seemed to keep sucking those black cocks hard again and then taking them in their pussies or arses. At one stage, my wife Jo was being skewered, with Jim in her mouth and John up her pussy. She took Jim out of her mouth long enough to say. "I want your big black cock up my arse Jim, whilst John fucks my cunt. I want my husband to see just what a fucking slut he married!" John withdrew and laid on the floor in the front room, and Jo quickly and expertly straddled his cock, glistening with her cum juices. Jim was soon slipping his 10" black cock into Jo's asshole as she moaned and groaned, giving the neighbours another dose of expletives in case they were in any doubt what a whore she now was. "Oh fuck, yeah, that hurts, hurts so good. So fucking horny. Two big black cocks in me in front of my stocking-clad husband. So fucking good!!" she moaned breathlessly. Kirsty egged her on. "Ride those black cocks, Jo, you fucking slut. Get your pussy and ass stuffed with that meat, you adulterous fucking hussy!" Kirsty shoved her cunt in my wife's face and I watched mesmerised as my wife's tongue licked my secretary's pussy. Kirsty told me to stop staring and do something useful. "Lick Jim's balls whilst he fucks your wife's slutty asshole!" "He's doing it. The wimp's fucking doing it!" Jim exclaimed moments later as my tongue lapped at his massive hairy black balls as they banged against my wife's ass. "Oh fuck yeah," moaned Jo. "He's not a man anymore, he's just a cuckolded sissy!" It obviously got Jim going as he soon exploded, withdrawing from Jo's asshole and wanking it off onto her leather dress, boots and stockings. He grabbed my head and pushed towards the mess he had created. "Lick that all up, you fucking wimp!" He then moved round to Jo's face, moved Kirsty out of the way and shoved his cock, which was covered in my wife's anal juices, direct into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily. "Yeah clean me, you fucking nasty slut, Jo." he added. Meanwhile, I was licking his spunk from my wife's leather boots with Kirsty using her stiletto on my neck to press my face to the right areas. I licked every last drop to her satisfaction and then heard my wife ask for John's cock in her ass. Kirsty cried out. "Fucking hell, Jo, you greedy little slut. You want both cocks again?" My wife was still sucking eagerly on Jim's cock and it was clear he would not be happy till he had fucked her mouth and cum in her mouth or on her face. She removed it temporarily to say. "Well I thought you had some other things to do." she said cryptically, nodding her head towards me and smiling conspiratorially. Kirsty laughed and went out of the room, leaving me to watch John get up and go behind my wife. He pulled her onto all fours and slipped his cock into her arsehole as his friend Jim held her head still and fucked her mouth. I sucked on the heel of my wife's right boot, eyes open looking at John's prick penetrating deep into her throbbing asshole, his balls slapping hard against her as he thrust in, in turn shoving more of Jim's cock down her throat.

"Would you like something else to suck on sissy?" I looked up at Kirsty as she re-entered the room. She had removed her skirt and blouse and was now wearing just black stockings, suspenders, high heels and a 10" black strap-on cock! "Crawl over here, bitch and suck my big black cock!" she demanded. I crawled over on all fours and knelt up. "Lick it. C'mon you've seen how your slut of a wife does it. Act like the slut you're married to and get all of my cock down your throat." I could hear Jim obligation my wife on his spunk in the background as I started to suck Kirsty's cock. I was trying to do it gently but she was having none of that. "I guess you'll have to fucking learn the hard way sisssy." She grabbed me by the hair and made me get on all fours alongside my wife and she knelt next to Jim who was still filling my wife's mouth with cum. Kirsty grabbed my head and began to roughly push the strap-on cock in mouth. She powerd it in and then began to fuck my face. My wife had obviously finished her blow job with Jim as I heard her encourage my secretary to face fuck me. "Give it to the little bitch, Kirsty. Make my husband into a cocksucking slut." Kirsty was powering more and more cock into my mouth till I had well over half in there and was still pounding away. Jim was laid back watching the show whilst John was still stuffing his cock up my wife's ass. "Play with yourself, sissy, whilst sucking my cock. No, not your worm, you stupid fucking bitch. Finger your ass, get it nice and wet for my cock." She felt my shudder of apprehension. "What's the matter, sissy? You didn't think you could cock-tease me by dressing like a little tart and not get your ass fucked like your wife, did you? Stop being such a prude, sissy. You fucking want my black cock up your arse and you know it, don't you? Say it, bitch. I want to hear you fucking say it!" "I want you big black cock up my arse, Mistress Kirsty." I could hear my wife cumming as I said it and she was the next to speak. "Fuck the arse off my husband, Kirsty. Make him your slut just like John and Jim have done to me!" Kirsty removed the cock from my mouth and went behind me. Pulling my panties to one side, thereby leaving my rock hard cock encased in black lace, she placed the cock at the crack of my ass and gently pushed against my virgin asshole. "Oh fuck" I moaned. "Take it like a slut, you little bitch." My wife demanded. Once Kirsty had a few inches inside me she began to mimic John and rocking me backwards and forwards onto her cock, until she was matching his speed and had half of the cock up my ass. I felt my cock twitch in the lace of my black panties and I began to fill them. "I'm cumming, Mistress Kirsty. Fuck, your cock up my ass is making me cum!" "Just like a fucking slut." I heard my wife say before she added, turning her head to John. "Will you fuck my husband's mouth whilst Kirsty fucks his ass? I want him to feel what two big black cocks, one at each end, feels like? I want to see him spit-roasted like a fucking whore! Please, John, take your cock out of my ass and fuck my sissy cuckold's mouth!" Half a minute later, John was holding my head and giving me my first taste of a real black cock. It was covered in my slutty wife's anal juices which seemed to make her more excited. She now had Jim knelt in front of me and she was behind them, kneading both cocks. John pulled out and Jim slipped in. I could feel Kirsty spanking my panty clad arse, ordering me to "Suck those cocks, sissy slut!" "C'mon, guys, glaze my husband's painted face. Spray the little slut with your spunk. Oh yeah, let him have it." she asked as she wanked them off furiously, John shooting first with Jim seconds later. "Open your mouth, slut!" ordered my wife as I was drenched in cum, thick ribbons of it in my hair, on my cheek and chin, coating my Maid's outfit. I then found myself adding my own to the ejaculations, filling my panties again. When Jo was satisfied that I had cleaned up all the mess, Kirsty told me to take my spunk sodden panties off and rub the cum on her strap-on cock. I obeyed her and she then commanded. "Now show me what a nasty little slut you are and suck my cock clean, bitch!" There was general merriment as I obeyed my secretary's orders till she too was happy I had cleaned up that particular mess.

After we'd all had something to eat, the guys, who had been seemingly fucking non-stop for two nights, went home, leaving us three 'girls' together. I was taken upto the bedroom where Kirsty produced another strap-on cock, this one a 10" pink one, which my wife Jo adorned. They spit-roasted me for an hour, alternating every time I shot my load (three times) giving the neighbour - a single female I had once tried to chat up at a takesen Christmas party - on the other side a good vocal idea of what a slut I was. I didn't think I would have much chance next time round either - unless she fancied fucking me in the ass!

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I had been working in an office for 2 years before Kirsty became my secretary. From the moment I saw her I became obsessed with her. She was good looking with the most wonderful ample tits, a nice full arse and long legs. She would show the latter off to good effect each day in the office as she loved to wear short skirts, black stockings and high heeled shoes to work.

My obsession with her did not dampen when I began to find out that she was a bit of a slut. At one office get together for employees and their partners, according to the stories doing the rounds, she had been fucked by at least a couple of the guys in the office separately (my wife Jo had already commented during the night that she looked like a complete slut) and I loved it when I heard rumours after a training weekend, which I did not attend, that she had been fucked by two of my colleagues simultaneously. I did not dare ask her out though being far too shy, and also thought she may be put off by the fact I was a married man.

What really did for me though occurred after she had been working there for three months. I was in the storeroom one day when I heard the door open and Kirsty came in. She didn't seem to be looking for anything but just leant against a cabinet in there as if she was waiting for something - in fact, as I soon realised it turned out to be someone. I hid behind an open door into the adjoining room, peering through the crack and began to fondle myself as I admired her beauty.

It wasn't long before the door opened again and Jim, a tall muscular black guy from the Buying Department, entered. He quickly shut the door behind him and turned the key. He turned to face Kirsty and as he began to undo his zip, said to her: "Kneel down bitch and suck my cock!"

Quick as a flash, she knelt down on her stockinged knees in front of him and helped remove his hardening cock from the confines of the trousers and pants. I found myself instantly hard and rubbing myself through my own trousers. His black cock just seemed to keep growing as she yanked it before enveloping the thick head in her lipsticked lips.

It must have grown to at least 10" and was very thick with it. Jim held her head as she sucked and egged her on. "Deep throat me, bitch. Get all of my cock in your fucking slutty mouth!" The more he used her, the more she seemed to respond, pulling his cock faster and her mouth slipping up and down his pole till she had her nose rubbing against his pubes. She was making a lot of noise, using her saliva to coat his prick and make her task easier.

Jim took charge after five minutes, grabbed her head and began to fuck her face roughly. She was looking up at him with 'puppy-dog' eyes, eager to be told she was doing a good job for her stud. I had to stop rubbing myself as I felt I was going to cum - I was aware I was wearing cream trousers and did not want to leave a stain for others to see nor did I want to give away my presence by pulling my zip down. I wanted to be there at the climax!

After five minutes of frantic face fucking with Jim contuining to verbally use Kirsty - she really seemed to enjoy being called a 'cocksucking whore' - he told her he was going to cum. She removed it from her mouth and begged him to "keep fucking my slutty mouth and send all your spunk down my throat. I want you to fetish me on it. Empty those big black balls into me!"

He shuddered as she re-took the prick in her mouth and held her head tight as he unloaded all of his cum into her mouth, Kirsty furiously wanking his cock off as fast she could to ensure she got all of his jism in her mouth. Never having been on the end of a blow-job at all (my wife Jo had always said it was a disgusting thing to do), I marvelled as she carried on sucking his cock, cleaning it thoroughly before allowing it to lose its hardness and return it to his trousers.

"You, bitch, are one horny cocksucking slut. Same time tomorrow?" he laughed. Kirsty began to stand up and replied instantly. "I'll be looking forward to it. I hope you're going to fuck me with it tomorrow?" Jim smiled and told her if there was enough time he would 'fuck the arse off her'. He left first before Kirsty followed a few minutes later.

I was by now beside myself and knew I had to get to the toilet to wank myself off before I exploded in my trousers. I was on my way there, past my office, when Kirsty stopped me and said she was ready to do the dictation before lunch for an urgent memo I needed to draft. "Where have you been?" she requested. I answered before my brain was in gear. "The store cupboard," I replied quick as a flash. "To get what?" "Mmm.. some paper clips, but I couldn't find any." Kirsty was looking at me - her pen where that big black cock had been a few minutes before, between her lipsticked lips - almost knowingly, condescendingly, as she looked me up and down and focused on my groin.

I was harder than I had ever been and was almost trying to walk bent over into my own office and to my desk to avoid embarrassing myself in front of her and the rest of office. "Are you alright, Mark?" she asked with a small grin. "You look kind of, ah, uncomfortable there." I nodded I was OK and sat down, realising my dick was standing upwards in my trousers.

Within seconds, Kirsty was sitting on the side of my desk with her stockinged legs crossed, her skirt riding up exposing her stocking tops, her right shoe coming to rest on my chair between my legs, poised with a pen in her right hand, the tip still in her mouth and a notepad in the other.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked. I felt myself blush and said that I had no idea what she was talking about. She giggled and asked "How long have you been watching us?" I began to try and talk about doing the memo but she would not be sidetracked. She allowed her stiletto heel to fall to the floor and put her black stockinged foot on my hard-on. "Did you wish it was you I was sucking off, little boy?" she teased. "I think you'll have to grow a bit first if you want my slutty lips to bring you off. You see, I'm only interested in real men!" She emphasized the last two words as she continued rubbing my cock through my trousers with her nylon clad foot. "Would you like to take me out sometime and see if I could be so kind to you? Would you like that?" I nodded. She tutted, "But Mark, you're a married man, what would your wife think?" I began to stammer, but she rubbed harder with her foot and commented, "Mind, I bet she'd be glad to get your little worm out of the house for a bit so she can maybe entertain a real man!"

That was it, I couldn't stop myself and felt my prick explode, spunk oozing from me, through the trousers, soaking them and onto her black stocking-clad foot. Her teasing mood seemed to change immediately. "Oh, you little fucking wimp! How fucking dare you cum on my stockinged foot. You'll pay for that!" With that she lifted her foot to my face, wet with my sticky cum, revealing more of her legs so that I could see her skimpy black panties. "Forget about my pussy, wimp, you've got no chance! Now, lick your spunk from my foot or else everyone will know what a pencil dicked wimp you are!" I could not believe what she wanted me to do but knew I had no choice. I held her foot to my face and licked the sole of her stockinged foot. "Suck it dry!" she ordered, as she powerd her toes into my mouth. "That's it, eat your pathetic cum, you fucking pervert!"

I cleaned her foot thoroughly before she put it back into her shoe. She told me she was going for lunch then and we could do the memo afterwards. Then, as she got to the door, out of the blue, she turned and asked, "Where was it your wife worked again? Isn't it the bookshop in the precinct?" I asked her why she wanted to know but her reply had my heart pumping. "Would you like me to mention to the rest of the office that you like eating your own cum, wimp or are you just going to answer the fucking question?" I had to comply. "Yes, Jo works there three days a week." "Good. See you after lunch." With that she left and I felt my cock softening, and looked down to see my cream trousers complete with a massive wet stain. It looked like I was going to have to remain seated for the rest of the afternoon!

Part 2 - Wife Takes Charge

The afternoon went quite smoothly, though I couldn't leave my desk, with Kirsty not mentioning what had happened before lunch at all. In fact she barely said anything othre than goodbye as she set off at 5pm as normal. I allowed the crowd to go before raising myself a half hour later. I left my jacket off, carrying it over my arm so that it covered up my embarrassment. I tried to do the same as I went into my home, casually saying hello to my wife, Jo, who was lying on the sofa in just her jeans and a t-shirt. "Oh, hi" she said, "Come here and give me a kiss, honey." "In a minute dear, I'll just go and get changed." "No, now" she said. I again resisted and bounded up the stairs to the bedroom and quickly tried to disrobe. Jo had followed me without me knowing and was in the doorway watching me take my cum stained trousers off. "So it is true then? Kirsty said you had tried to hit on her when she was teasing you, and when she refused your offer, you wanked yourself off on her foot!" I went bright red and was very flustered. I tried to say something but could only stammer "I..I..I..." Jo approached me and slapped me hard round the face. "You are such a fucking embarrassment and a wimp. Pass me the phone so I can call Kirsty and take her up on her offer." "Er, what offer?" "Never you fucking mind, now pass me the phone." She went into her bag on the beside chair and picked out a piece of paper and dialled a number. "Oh, hi, Kirsty. Yes, I saw it. Pathetic, I know. Listen, I think your're right. What time shall I pick you up at? 8 o'clock. Ok fine. I'll see you then. Oh, don't worry, I'll put on my sexiest outfit. Bye." She looked at me sternly. "I'm going to have a bath. I want you to go and make dinner. And then you'll be driving me into town, picking up Kirsty along the way for our double date." "When shall I get changed?" I asked innocently. "Don't be so fucking stupid! Kirsty and I are meeting up with, is it Jim, from your work and one of his friends. Kirsty's right, I've put up with your little cock for too long and it's time I realised what a real man can offer." I began to whimper. "Please don't go, Jo. I didn't mean to do it, she just teased me too much.." "Shut the fuck up wimp. I don't mind if you get off on wanking over stockinged feet AND sucking up the mess, you little faggot, it just means I can go out and find myself a real man!"

I made dinner and laid it on the table, just minutes before my wife made her way into the dining room. I had never seen her look so sexy. Normally she was quite reserved, wearing little make-up, long skirts, tights and low heeled shoes, but she had, as promised to Kirsty, chosen her sexiest outfit. She had really overdone her make-up accentuating the look with plenty of blue mascara and eye-liner, blusher and bright red lipstick - she looked like a painted hussy. She was wearing a two piece - black jacket and short skirt - ensemble with white blouse underneath. She had left the jacket undone and I could clearly see she was not wearing a bra, her small but very pert tits and hard brown nipples clearly visible. Further down she was wearing her highest heels, black strappy 4" stilettos and finished her tarty look off with black fishnet stockings on her elegant shapely legs, crowned at the top with a tight bum. I recognised the stockings as part of a present, along with a black suspender belt, I had bought her for our 2nd wedding anniversary. I started to ask her if they were the ones but she cut me short with a curt "Yes". "But you always said they made you feel like a tart, what was it? 'Some cheap whore on a street corner'?" "Exactly," she grinned. "That is how I feel. How do YOU feel knowing that I've dressed purposely like a tart for another man? But that I would never do it for my little cocked husband!" She laughed out loud before the rest of the meal was ate in silence.

I drove her with barely a word to pick up Kirsty. She came out of the house looking so sexy. Her make-up was quite normal - she always looked like a tart - but her outfit was sensational. She had a black see through chiffon blouse, with a black lacy bra underneath barely covering her massive tits, a short black leather mini-skirt, black lace patterned stockings and 6" open-toed, strappy high heeled shoes.

She got in the back. "You look gorgeous, Kirsty." my wife said. Kirsty threw her head back in amusement. "Aw, come on Jo, let's face it - we both look like a pair of whores eager to please our customers. Only difference between me and you is, you're an adulterous whore!"

My wife liked that, laughing out loud. She had made me wear my spunk stained trousers out and Kirsty recounted the tale, bit by bit, of my accident earlier that day, with my wife commenting on what a wimp I was and that she couldn't wait to get her hands on a real man like Jim and his friend.

As I pulled up outside the pub they were meeting their dates, my wife told me to park up and that she wanted me to come in for a minute for one take. I thought she may be looking to back out, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Jim and his friend John, were already there so Jo told me to get to the bar and get some takes in. I watched as Kirsty took Jo over for the introductions, and noticed how both the guys kissed my wife full on the lips, Jim even tonguing her, as their hands squeezed her tight bum.

The barman was watching the same scene as me and commented. "Lucky bastards, they sure look like two hot and horny bithces, don't they?" I could only nod, my throat dry knowing that my wife was going to do what she said and try out a real man's cock. Having seen Jim's earlier, I knew I would never be able to compete and felt totally dejected.

As I carried the takes over, I noticed they had sat in a secluded part of the pub, with Kirsty next to John, who had his arm round her, her lace stockinged legs crossed as usual and her leather mini trying unsuccessfully to hide her suspender belt. My own wife Jo was hardly less carefree, her own stocking tops clearly visible, with Jim gently stroking her thigh through the thin material of her skirt. I was powerd to sit opposite Kirsty and next to my wife but on a stool lower down, hidden from the rest of the pub round a corner.

Kirsty began retelling the story of how she had humiliated me in my office after John had asked why on earth I was not putting up a fight before my sexy wife cuckolded me. I went bright red as Kirsty told them every detail, Jo delighting in hearing it for the third time that day. "I can't believe any man could cum that quick," said John. "And to then lick his own cum up, that's gross. Absolutely unbelievable." "Well," Kirsty responded,"I can assure you it's true. Would you like to see a repeat performance?" My wife eagerly clapped her hands getting excited, so much so that as she raised out of her seat, Jim slipped his hand beneath her ass, under her skirt and a finger inside her pussy - the horny bitch had gone out without any panties on. "Fuck, this bitch is wet!" he exclaimed, as my wife let out a sigh of excitement.

Meanwhile Kirsty was looking at increasing my offense. She held her leg up so that her foot was once more resting between my legs. "Take my shoe off, wimp." she commanded. I undid the strap round her ankle and removed the stiletto, the feel of the black patent leather getting me hard. "Now, take your worm out so we can all have a laugh at how small you are!" "But, it's a public place, what if.." Jo cut me short this time. "Don't worry about that, you're well out of the way. Anyway, it's so small, I doubt whether anyone will notice!" Resigned to my impending offense, I undid my zip and slipped my rock hard dick, standing a mere 4 inches tall, from my boxers. As soon as it popped out, John laughed out loud. "Fuck me, I've seen some tiny white pricks before when I've been fucking some hot white married slut, but that's really pathetic. Why, it's no bigger than a young's!" I went bright red as I heard resounding laughter from the other three gathered round the table. Jim felt compelled to add to my embarrassment saying. "No wonder you want some black cock in you, Jo, having put up with that little thing. Has he ever given you an orgasm with it?" "Oh, hell no." Jo responded. "I normally have to bring myself off afterwards. Fortunately, he never lasts very long anyway, he's such a wimp. I must say I'm really looking forward to getting a decent sized cock in me tonight."

It was then that Kirsty began rubbing her black lace stockinged foot over the head of my cock. I was already at bursting point from all the offense heaped on me coupled with hearing my wife, dressed up like a whore, talking so dirty in front of her about-to-be new lovers. I barely lasted three strokes from Kirsty's hot foot, before I shot my load, the initial jet spurt covered by the sole of her foot. "Pump that little worm, wimp. Shoot your measly little load over my stockings." Kirsty commanded. "Oh my God." Jim laughed. "I can't believe he's cum already. That must have taken at least 10 seconds right? What a fucking wanker!" My wife was smirking as I jerked my prick, powering all my spunk out over Kirsty's foot. When I stopped, she lifted her leg higher to my face and demanded: "Lick all your spunk from my stockings. Show your wife and her new boyfriends what a cum eating wimp you are. Swallow the lot like the obedient little bitch you now are!" I held my secretary's foot and did exactly as I was told. Lapping at her stockings, licking and sucking my own jism from it, as my wife barracked me with a stream of use, calling me a faggot, a useless wimp and pencil dick.

When I had finished, Kirsty made me put her shoe back on. Jo then ordered me to "Fuck off home" and leave her with her new black boyfriends. As I stood to leave, Kirsty teased me further: "Don't forget to pull your little worm off whilst you think of those big black cocks fucking your wife. And don't you dare waste a drop of cum! Mind you, I'm sure Jo will have a lot more for you when she gets home tomorrow morning!" My wife perked up once more. "Oh yes, I never thought of that. I'm really looking forward to rubbing his face in it - literally - when I get home." I gulped and realised things had definitely changed forever.

Part 3 - The Cuckolding

Despite having just cum for the second time that day, and being totally humiliated once more by my sexy secretary, Kirsty, albeit this time in front of my wife and her new black boyfriends, I found myself getting hard on the drive home as I thought of what those big black cocks would do to my petite wife, Jo. I had a wank into my hand as soon as I got into the bedroom and, remembering Kirsty's orders, licked my cum from my hand. I felt so humiliated doing that, knowing that those two big studs would be fucking my wife like the whore she seemed to want to become. I drifted off to relax and was only awoken by the sound of the telephone. I squinted and looked at the clock - it was 11pm, two hours since I had returned home. "Hello?" I enquired. "Hi, wimp. It's Kirsty. Did you wank yourself off yet? Just the once, heh? I hope you sucked up the mess like I told you to, you little bitch? Good. I must say, your wife is one hot and horny little slut. We came back here a few minutes after you left and she was on her knees in the front room with a black cock in each hand, sucking from one to the other in less than two minutes, can you believe that?" I gulped - Jo had never in our three years of marriage and two years prior to that, sucked my cock. Yet, she was obliging two men she had known less than two hours with exactly that. "Anyway, they both came in her face at the same time. She really liked that. And some of the names they've been calling her? 'Adulterous slut', 'cocksucking whore', 'black stockinged bitch' - thing is, she really seems to get turned on by such use. She's very vocal herself too. Loves begging those black studs to 'fuck her cunt' or 'cum in her face'. They've both fucked her now and cum in her pussy. It's well stretched. I shouldn't think your little worm will touch the sides now. Mind you, from what I can gather, she's not thinking of accommodating her husband in that way any more." "Why, what did she say?" I asked, craving the offense, my cock hard in my hand. "Well, just that you're a useless wimp with a pencil dick. That she's so glad she's been fucked by a real man at last. That she only wants black cock from now on and that her husband is only good for wanking himself off and becoming her slave. Yeah, that's right, 'a cuckolded slave' was what she said. At least she hasn't forgotten about you!" I felt so horny and yet so humiliated by what my secretary was telling me, but strangely I wanted to know more - I was getting off on my sexy wife cuckolding me! "Where is she now?" I asked. "In the bedroom with Jim and John. As I came out to make this call, she was straddling Jim and was begging John to fuck her virgin arsehole at the same time. She's never let you stick it in her ass in five years and now here she is begging for it from an almost complete stranger? What a dirty fucking bitch! Would you like me to move closer to the bedroom so you can hear what they're doing to your slutty wife?" I hoarsely moaned yes, gripping my cock to stop it from exploding. I could hear Kirsty walking up the stairs. I could hear cries getting closer and heard Jo's voice screaming out "Keep fucking my arse. Oh God, stick that big black cock all the way up my fucking arsehole!" I came instantly and let out a little groan. Kirsty picked up on the fact and immediately demanded that I eat my cum. "Suck it all up and swallow it just like your slutty wife did for her two big black studs!" She hung up after that telling me she would call back in the morning when my wife needed collecting from Kirsty's house.

It was nearly 3am when the call came. It was Kirsty again. "The bitch is ready for collection. God, she's been well fucked. She's full of their spunk in both holes, the dirty little hussy. Get here as soon as you can." I pulled up to Kirsty's drive and turned off my engine. I was about to get out of the car when the door opened and Kirsty held her hand out to tell me to stay in the car. She was still wearing the same outfit except her blouse was now open with no bra on, her tits covered in lovebites, her leather skirt was nearly round her waist exposing her lace stockings and suspenders, and almost her pussy. She opened the front door fully and began to walk over to the car in her 6" high heeled shoes. Behind her, I saw a sight that I will never forget. In the hall, near the doorstep, my wife was in a squatting position on her 4" heels, still fully clothed but looking very bedraggled. Her hair was a mess, her blouse torn open exposing her tits, her skirt hitched round her waist and her fishnet stockings laddered. She had a black cock in each hand and was sucking Jim's cock. John's cock I noticed was maybe an inch smaller than Jim's 10" but equally as thick. I wound down the window as Kirsty approached. "Dirty little bitch just can't enough of that black meat!" she commented, leaning over to me. I was glad it was 3am in the morning and thought it likely no one would be able to see what a slut my wife was. As Jo sucked from one cock to the other, fucking them with her mouth, Kirsty continued to tease and torment me. "See the panties she's wearing now? They're mine. She had to borrow them to stop your breakfast from leaking out of her pussy and arse! We came down 10 minutes ago to have a quick take before she went and when she gets to the hallway after hearing your car, the dirty bitch just drops down to suck those cocks off again!" I wondered how many times Jim and John had cum that night, maybe 4 or 5? Either way the amount of spunk John was able to produce after Jim had cum in my wife's mouth, was a sight to behold. He sprayed in her face, before wanking it off all over her tits. I could see bits in her hair and on her chin as she got up, said goodbye and thanked her studs for 'the best night of my life', and walked towards the car. She got in and the smell of cum hit me straight away. Without a second thought, she looked at me sternly and ordered: "Clean my face and tits of John's spunk. You've eaten your own worthless cum, now taste a real man's, cuckold!" She leaned over and pulled my head to hers. I licked thick globs of sticky hot cum from her cheek and chin, before she pushed me down to her neck and tits to clean any residue she had there. "That's a good cuckold," she laughed, "plenty more of that for you when we get home!" We said goodbye to Kirsty who laughingly said to my wife that with her out of the way, she might be able to get some black cock herself! "She's a greedy little whore your wife. Mind you, after what she's had to put up with for the last 5 years, I think she's entitled to make up for lost time!"

When we arrived home we went straight to the bedroom. Jo made me strip off and laughed at my hard-on. "Fuck, you're not even half the man of Jim or John are you?" she ridiculed. She discarded her blouse and skirt, and ordered me to lie down on the bed. She straddled my face and slowly, very carefully, began to pull her silk panties to one side. A torrent of pungent creamy white spunk flowed from her cunt and she hurriedly sat on my face. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" she shouted. "Get down there wimp and clean up a real man's mess!" I was nearly fetishd on the flood of cum from her pussy but my cock was harder than ever as she berated me for being a pathetic cuckold clean-up boy. Her pussy lips were red from the fucking she had been given and her hole was so much bigger than before. Kirsty was right - my little dick would never touch the sides! I licked and sucked her dry and then she raised herself slightly, chuckled and told me it was now time to do her arse. She turned round, facing my cock, digging her 4" heels into the bed and, telling me to keep my tongue out, brought her well fucked and spunk filled arsehole down onto my face. "Lick it, cuckold. Suck all that lovely spunk from your slutty wife's asshole!" After a few minutes of frantic licking and sucking so that my face was covered in her lover's cum, she got onto all fours, brought her hands behind her to pull her ass cheeks apart, presenting me with a perfect view of her well fucked ringpiece. "Ream it, faggot. You will never put your cock in there, but you can use your tongue. Show me what a good little arselicker you are!" I was there for a good 20 minutes, till she was satisfied I had cleaned her properly.

She sat on the side of the bed, her fishnet stockinged legs over the side, her high heeled shoes on the floor and ordered me to kneel at her feet. "Things will be changing round here from now on. I will be fucking lots of big black cocks whenever I choose, whilst you will become my slave and that of anyone else I tell you to. You can start showing me right now of your new submissive position by calling me Mistress Jo. Any of my lovers will be called Sir, and you are to address your secretary as Mistress Kirsty, even at work. Got that wimp?" "Yes Mistress Jo." I replied meekly. "Good. Now, I want you to worship the high heels I've been wearing whilst getting fucked tonight and my sweaty fishnet stockinged feet. If you show sufficient devotion, I will allow you to wank off on my fishnets." I lifted her right shoe to my mouth and sucked the black leather tip, my tongue caressing the scuffed leather soles at the same time. I had always had a fetish for high heels and I think Jo knew this. She ordered me onto my back beneath her and covered my face with her size 4. "Lick the soles, and make a good job of it or else!" she commanded. She moved the shoe down my face, and presented the 4" heel to my mouth. "Suck it. Suck it like a cock. Think of how your wife sucked those big black cocks earlier - give my stiletto heel the same level of devotion and show me what a good cuckolded slave you are." I sucked my wife's heel with her fucking it in and out of my mouth, calling me a cocksucking faggot as she did. She made me kneel up again after that and told me to remove her shoe so I could lick her stockinged feet. She powerd her toes in my mouth and when satisfied, had me repeat the whole operation on her other shoe and foot. "Now, prove to me what a little wanker you are. Yank your tiny little worm off over my fishnet stockings and high heels. Show me how pathetic you really are." Despite all the orgasms I had already, another flowed out in less than 20 seconds. "God, you really are a useless little wanker, aren't you?" "Yes Mistress Jo." "Is that all you've got, that measly little load? Fucking wimp. Anyway, lick it up from my fishnet stockings. The ones you bought me for our anniversary - the ones I've been wearing all night whilst being fucked by two big black studs. Suck up all your lousy spunk, cuckold!" Things would never be the same again.

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CLARE AND THE COMPUTER


I didn’t think that my wife Clare enrolling on a computer course would end up changing our marriage but that’s what has happened.

Things came to a head last month. I came home from work and found my wife Clare in the study in front of the computer. I went over to kiss her and quickly glanced at the computer. I noticed the website straight away as one I had visited many times when Clare had been out of the house. It was all about cuckolding incorporating both stories and videos.

I tried to pretend I hadn’t seen it before even though my face was flushed red. “What are you looking at darling?” I enquired Clare smirked at me. “You should know, you’ve been visiting it repeatedly for the last 12 months. And don’t try to make up some pathetic excuse, I’ve checked out exactly what you’ve been doing.”

I started to stammer saying I had just happened to stumble upon it. “What? Every week for the last year? I go out to my computer class and you sit here, probably with your pathetic excuse for a cock in your hand, and jerk off watching videos and reading stories about wives cuckolding their husbands. Don’t you?” I could only nod in agreement. She told me to kneel down.

“And do you imagine it’s me in those stories fucking other men? Ordering you around and treating you like a little bitch?” I began to explain that it was just a fantasy thing and not really something I wanted to happen. Clare slapped me round the face hard. “Don’t fucking lie to me! You want to watch me getting fucked by other men, don’t you? Judging from some of the stories you’ve been repeatedly reading, I’m hazarding a guess you also want me to humiliate you and ridicule you. So that’s what you are going to get!”

I was speechless as Clare began to tell me what was going to happen next. “You’re going to find me a black guy with a really big cock to fuck me this Saturday night. And it’s going to happen here in our home. In our bed.”

Clare then made me watch the video I had accessed the most. All the way through Clare made reference to which bits she was going to replicate – sucking a black cock in front of her pathetic husband; dressing her pencil dicked husband in her panties and stockings to humiliate him; powering her cuckold to eat her lovers’ cum from her well fucked pussy and arsehole; humiliating her wimp by powering him to wank off into his own face in front of her boyfriend.

My cock was rock hard from all the offense Clare was putting me through and the fact that she was talking about doing two things (cocksucking and anal) that she had never done for me. She told me that I could forget about jerking off on my own from now on – she would allow me a once a week supervised wanking session. And that week it would be on Saturday night in front of her and her black boyfriend.

The following day at work I had to carry out my wife’s orders and find her a black stud for that weekend. It was totalling humiliating tracking down Bill who worked in the warehouse in order to ask him if he was interested in fucking my wife. When I found him I tried to skirt round the issue as much as I could before he simply looked at me and said. “Your wife wants me to fuck her doesn’t she?” I nodded. “Is that because you’re not man enough?” Again I nodded, feeling my cock harden as Bill sneered at me. “Tell her I need to see what she’s got. Get her to send me some pictures of herself to my e-mail here at work tomorrow and I’ll think about it. Make sure they are really slutty and she dresses up like a whore. That’s how I like my sluts.”

Later that evening, I took several shots of my wife Clare to send to Bill. Fortunately, Clare liked to look good wherever she went. She always wore lots of make-up but for the ‘photo shoot’, she really went to town. Her outfit was her sexiest one – black fishnet stockings, and suspenders, a short black skirt, white silky blouse and black spike heeled stilettos. I took a variety of snaps with Clare bending over and showing that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I then sent the entire shoot off to my work colleague.

The next day at work, Friday, there was an e-mail in my Inbox from Bill with a subject of ‘One Hot Slut’. He agreed that he would fuck my wife Clare and that she had better make sure she was dressed like the cheap slut she looked in the photos.

To make sure she looked her sluttiest for Bill, Clare ordered me to take her shopping on Saturday afternoon. She took great delight in picking out some very sexy gear for her ‘hot date’. She found it really amusing getting her wimp husband to use his credit card in order to purchase his wife some slutty clothing – she bought a black leather skirt, some sexy black lingerie with some very slutty black lace stockings and a pair of red 6” stiletto heeled patent leather shoes. All the way through she kept making remarks like “Do you think my black boyfriend will like me in this?” not caring who was within earshot much to my embarrassment.

To further my offense, Clare made me get her ready for her date, polishing her toenails and nails with the brightest red nail polish, helping her into her black lace stockings and suspenders, pulling up the black leather skirt and watching as she applied lashings of make-up, complete with slutty bright red lipstick, before kneeling down in front of her to put on what she called her “fuck me *******er heels”, doing up the sexy ankle straps.

Once Clare was fully dressed she then ordered me to wear the fishnet stockings she had worn in the photo shoot and made me fetch a pair of her black panties from the dirty laundry basket. I felt so humiliated as Clare commented how hard my tiny little cock was just by being dressed like a girl and how easily my pathetic tool fitted into her skimpiest silk panties.

Clare wanted to ensure that my offense was heightened so she had arranged for us to meet Bill in our local pub. There were certainly some looks from the regulars as Clare walked in dressed up like some cheap whore and, even more so, when Bill entered and kissed her full on the mouth. Clare stood up slightly as he came to the table and I saw his hand patting her leather clad arse in full view of the whole pub.

Clare ordered me to get Bill a take and I had to endure 15 minutes of *** as Bill told her all the things that he was going to do to her with Clare purring with excitement. She kept reminding him why she needed him so bad, telling Bill what she had caught me looking at on the internet and how she didn’t really mind as it gave her the opportunity to get fucked by a ‘real man’ in her own bed. She also told Bill that I was such a wimp I was wearing her underwear.

When Bill finished his take he suggested going back to our house. Clare agreed but told me that I was to wait at the pub until she called me as she wanted everyone to see her leaving with her stud whilst her husband sat there alone in the pub.

After they had gone, I went to buy myself a take, figuring I could at least try to drown my sorrows. Janine, the barmaid, asked me knowingly with a smirk where my wife had gone with “that big hunk”? I told her they had gone out for a meal as they were work colleagues. “That’s funny,” laughed Janine “because I overheard her hunk saying they were going back to your house and she said you were to wait here until she called. You’re a wimp under your wife’s thumb aren’t you?” I can only nod in agreement and sit back down with my take and wait for Clare to call me as I imagined the things they were getting up to.

One more take in and my mobile buzzed with a text message. It was from Bill and was a video message showing my wife sucking his big black cock. I could not believe how huge it was – Clare was struggling to even get her slutty lipsticked mouth around it. Somehow she just about managed it and then began using her spit to bob up and down on his black meat as Bill called her a ‘cocksucking whore’ and his ‘white married slut’. I thought I was going to cum in my panties but managed to calm myself long enough to go to the bar for another take. Again Janine ridiculed me, asking if that had been wifey telling me to stay away for a bit longer whilst she got what she needed from a real man.

It was two more takes and nearly 90 minutes later before the phone rang. It was Clare calling me. “Get home now, you fucking wimp. You’ve got some cleaning up to do. When you come in, strip down to your stockings and panties and then come up to the bedroom.” I could hardly get there fast enough. My heart was pounding. Part of me had deluded myself all along that maybe Clare was playing a game and wouldn’t go through with it but entering into the house I realised how real it now was.

I stripped as ordered and made my way upstairs. Bill burst out laughing as I entered the room, seeing me dressed in my wife’s fishnet stockings and panties. Clare was still fully clothed but her leather skirt was hitched up round her waist and she was lying on her back, head resting on Bill’s muscular chest, legs splayed wide showing thick ribbons of hot cum oozing from her well fucked pussy.

“Kneel down, cuckold.” Clare demanded. “Crawl over here on your hands and knees and then get on the bed and lick another man’s, a real man’s, cum from your wife’s pussy!”

I did exactly as I was told as Bill commented how pathetic I truly was. Clare rubbed my head into her pussy, grinding it against my tongue, telling me it was the first of many loads of real man’s spunk I could expect to eat from her.

When Clare was happy I had licked it all up she told me it was time for my weekly supervised wanking session which made Bill laugh out load. Making me lie on the bedroom floor, Clare powerd my legs high into the air so that my rock hard cock, still encased in her black silk panties, was pointing directly at my face. “You’re going to give yourself a sissy facial. I want you to show my boyfriend what a pathetic excuse for a man you are and that you are a totally obedient little cuckold bitch.” She then asked Bill to video it with his camera phone in case I stepped out of line in the future. She even giggled that he might want to show it to some of the other guys at work.

I wanked my little cock off as directed my wife Clare and in less than ten seconds felt a jet spurt of my own cum hit my cheek. “Open that fucking cuckold mouth of yours and catch all that cum, bitch!” Clare demanded. I caught the next jet in my mouth before covering my face and hair in my own spunk. Clare used the soles of the red spike heeled stilettos she had been fucked in to gather up some of the cum on my face, ordering me to lick it from the sole like a good cumslut.

That was last month and since then, Clare has continued her adulterous ways turning into a black cock loving slut. I have had to buy her more slutty clothing to wear around Bill, who has now started inviting some of his black friends to fuck his white slut, Clare. Clare has told me she has no intention of giving up big black cock and that I will be cuckolded for the rest of our married life. She has told me that the only thing I will fuck from now on is my fist or her shoes in my once a week supervised session. She has now added a qualification in cuckolding to the one she gained in computing!

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They were at home when he called. Nichole answered her phone and got up from the couch where they were all watching a movie and went in the kitchen. When she came back she whispered in David’s ear, “That was Darren. He’s coming over in a little bit.”

“Now?”

“Yes. I said it was ok.”

“Alright, I’ll put the girls to bed.”

He stood up and told the girls it was bedtime. They protested of course but fortunately were both too tired put up a real fight. He carried them up to their bedroom and made sure they brushed their teeth and waited outside while they changed into their bedclothes. Then he came in and tucked them in, kissing them goodnight.

He went into he and his wife’s bedroom. Nichole was sitting at her desk, putting on slutty makeup, in a black see-thru bra and panties, with black thigh-high stocking and high heels. She looked at him in the mirror. “How do I look?”

“You look wonderful, as usual.”

She smiled. “Thank you. You’re such a good husband.” She stood up. “I’ll go say goodnight to the girls.”

She left. He took off his clothes and put on a pair of sheer pantyhose, then went down to the living room and put on some music, jazz, to cover up the noise. Nichole came down and they each had a glass of wine. Then the doorbell rang. Nichole said, “Shit, I forgot to have you lick my asshole.”

She walked to the door and opened it. Darren walked in and put his arm around her waist and kissed her. “My my my, you a fine looking bitch tonight.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”

They tongue-kissed and he felt her up, his black hands moving over her white skin. Then he looked around. “So this is your crib. Goddamn. Nice. I’m gonna enjoy this.”

Darren looked at David briefly, then ignored him. He pulled Nichole to the middle of the living room and pushed her to her knees, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. He put it in her mouth. “Suck it, bitch.”

She took it in one hand and started sucking, moving her head as it got harder, thicker. Then he laughed and pushed away. “You a greedy bitch, ain’t you?”

She stared up at him. “Yes Daddy.”

“What you got to take?”

He went into the kitchen and they followed. He took a glass and poured himself some wine. He poured Nichole a full glass and gave it to her. “Drink up. All of it. Now.”

She gulped it down and looked at him. He poured her another full glass and made her take that too. “This’ll help loosen you up for when I assfuck you later.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Where’s the bedroom?”

“Upstairs.”

Darren grabbed her by the back of the neck and guided her up the stars. David followed and closed the bedroom door behind them. Darren looked around and started taking off his clothes. “Nice.” When he was naked, his cock hanging down semi-hard, he walked over to Nichole’s dresser. “Come over here and start sucking, bitch!”

She obeyed, getting on her knees and taking him in her mouth. Putting a hand on her head, with the other he picked up one of the pictures on the dresser. “These your girls?”

Nichole nodded without stopping to suck.

“They look like their mom.”

She licked his balls. “Thank you Daddy.”

Darren laughed and looked at both of them. “Goddamn, are they here?”

Nichole nodded. “Yes. They’re relaxing.” She licked up the length of his cock.

Darren shook his head. “Damn, you a nasty bitch. I’m gonna make you scream tonight.”

His cock hard, he pulled her up by her hair and ripped off her bra. He had her hold her hands behind her head to offer him her breasts. He grabbed one in each hand and squeezed hard. She sucked in her breath but said nothing. He bent down and sucked and bit the nipples. She put her hands on his shoulder and caressed him, closing her eyes. “Oooh Darren, you make me feel so good. I love everything about you.”

Darren grinned. “You lucky I don’t slap you. You know who your Daddy is.”

She looked at him, paused, then said, “Darren.”

He slapped her hard and she fell to the floor holding her jaw. He kicked her in the stomach and told her to take off her panties.

“Yes Daddy...” She stood up awkwardly and slipped her panties down her legs. Darren took them and threw them to David. “Here, sniff those while I fuck your wife.”

He caught the panties and held them to his nose. The smell of perfume and Nichole’s scent. The crotch wet.

Darren put Nichole on all fours on the bed and got behind her. He meant what he said, because he shoved his cock in her pussy. Even wet as she was, she couldn’t take it all and screamed.

He continued to shove, grunting with effort. “Take it like that, bitch. Take it in that bitch white pussy.”

She collapsed onto the mattress, leaving her ass sticking up to receive Darren’s cock. Darren raising himself over her to use his whole body weight to come down deep into her pussy. She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Darren smiled. “Oh yeah bitch, you gonna take it like that. You gonna take it all the way.”

He yelled, screamed, and came. His come filled her and overflowed out onto his cock and balls. He yelled. “Fucking bitch! Yeah!”

He pulled out, leaving Nichole crouched there on the bed, her ass in the air, pussy wet and pink and swollen, the lips spread and shiny, white come oozing out. She reached back and fingered her clit while the two men watched. Darren told her to stop.

“But Daddy, please, I’m going to come!”

“Bitch, you stop when I tell you to stop.” He smacked her ass hard, leaving a dark red hand print.

“Ooooowwww!” She raised herself up and looked at him, rubbing her ass tenderly.

Darren laughed and looked at David. “You a pathetic ladyfucker, you know that? You let a black man come into your house, slap your wife up, fuck her, in your bedroom, on your bed, with your little girls down the hall. You a fucking pussy. Fucking pathetic pantyhose-wearing ladyfucker. Get over here!”

David walked over and fell to his knees in front of him. Darren pointed at his cock. “Suck me, bitch.”

He stared at Darren’s cock, still semi-hard, long, hanging down, shining with come and pussy juice. He opened his mouth and took it.

“That’s right, suck it like a bitch, right in front of your wife. You ain’t a real man.” He looked at Nichole. “Your husband’s fucking pathetic. Ain’t he?

She was watching and nodded. “Yes. Pathetic.”

“I’m gonna show you how ladyfucking pathetic he is. Keep sucking bitch.”

Darren put his hands on his head and started fucking his mouth for real. “Yeah, get it hard you pantyhose wearing bitch. Nice and hard.”

David felt the cock stiffen and thicken between his lips, reaching deeper down his throat. When it was hard, Darren pulled it out and pointed to the bed. “On your hand and knees, ladyfucker.”

David crawled on the bed, looking at his wife. She stood up, looking at Darren’s cock. He positioned himself with his ass to Darren, trying to look back at him. Darren got behind him, his cock rubbing against the sheer nylon. He ripped a hole open in the back. “Who’s my bitch now?”

He braced himself on his elbows. “You are, sir.”

“That’s right.” Darren spit onto his asshole and put the head there.

Nichole touched Darren’s shoulder. “Daddy, my husband has never had a real man’s cock before. I have some jelly you can use.”

Darren grabbed her by the throat. “If I was fucking some virgin white girl in the ass, would she expect me to use any fucking jelly?”

She coughed. “N...No.”

He pushed her away. “Then shut the fuck up!”

Darren put his hands on his hips and shoved.

“Ah!”

Darren shoved again. “How’s that, bitch? You ladyfucking tight, ain’t you?”

“Ah! Ow! Yes sir...ow!”

“Feel good ladyfucker?”

“Ooooh, fuck! Yes sir...Oh!”

His wife whispered in his ear. “Now you know how it feels...bitch.”

It hurt. But he took it. It took a long time. Darren didn’t stop until he was balls deep in David’s white bitch ass. He could feel it deep inside him.

“Bitch, how’s that feel?”

“Good sir.”

“You ready for a good dicking now?”

“I...yes sir. Please sir.”

It was vulgar. Hard and deep. Nichole kneeling next to Darren, kissing and caressing his body while he fucked her husband. She talked to him, whispering in his ear as she kissed it. “Fuck him. Fuck his pathetic white ass. He’s a fucking faggot. He wants it. He wants your hard black cock in him. Show him what a real man is. I love you. I love you for fucking us. You are my god for fucking me and my husband. I love your black cock. Fill his ass and I’ll lick it out if you want. I’ll do anything you want. Anything. I’m yours. I’m your bitch, I’m your slut white bitch. I love your balls full of come. I love that you hit me and **** my husband. Show him what a pussy he is....”

Darren came, his hot come filling David. David grabbed his own cock and jerked hard, spraying the sheets and saying, thank you, thank you, over and over....



David went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, bending over and looking at the reflection of his asshole oozing come.

When he came out after taking a shower, Darren and Nichole were already in bed. The lights were out and Nichole was giving Darren a last blowjob to clean him off. Darren smiled and pointed to the floor where there was a pillow and blanket. “I’ll be relaxing with your wife tonight.” He laughed.

He fell arelax to the sloppy sounds of his wife sucking a black man’s cock and swallowing his come.

He slept well, except in the middle of the night waking to see Darren on top of his wife, fucking her in the ass. Nichole whispering over and over, I love you, I love you....



In the morning Darren woke, spanked Nichole’s ass hard to wake both of them up, and went in to take a shower.

He and his wife stared at each other. Her make-up smeared over her face. Her hair messed, and in some placed matted with sweat and come.

“Did you relax ok on the floor honey?”

“Yes.”

“God I look like a mess.”

“You look beautiful.”

“That’s sweet. Will you make breakfast? I’ll wake the girls.”

Darren came out, wet, muscles shining. Nichole smiled at him. “Darren, will you stay for breakfast?”

He dropped his towel and walked over and slapped her on her right breast. “Hell yeah, bitch. And you know why I did that.”

She grimaced and held her breast. “Yes Daddy.” She took off her slut clothes and put on a pair of white panties. Then she took out some sweat pants. Darren pulled them out of her hand. “Uh uh, you’re going like that. I like seeing you that. Put on some high heels too.”

She hesitated. “Yes Daddy.”

Darren turned to him. “You too, bitch. You my bitch, you gonna dress like one.”

David froze. “High heels too?”

Darren laughed. “Hell yeah!”

David took off his ripped pantyhose and slipped on a pair of his wife’s pink panties. She handed him a pair of matching heels, which he also put on. They pinched his toes. He could barely get his feet in them. Darren and Nichole kissing and touching each other. He cleared his throat. “I’ll...start breakfast.”

His wife backed away to smile at him. “I’ll get the girls up.”

He walked down to the kitchen and started breakfast, his high heels clacking on the linoleum. He heard his wife and flowers come down into the living room.

“Mommy, why are you in your underwear?”

“Because...it feels good.”

“But we can see your boobs!”

“What’s wrong with that? Don’t you like my boobs?”

“Mom, you’re weird.” His flowers laughed.

He heard Darren footsteps on the stairs. His flowers stopped laughing.

“Girls, this is...Darren. Our friend.”

He peeked out and saw Darren in a t-shirt and his tight white boxer briefs. Darren smiled and kissed Nichole on the cheek. “Hello ladies.”

“Why are you in your underwear?”

“Because it feels good. Your lady’s in her underwear too.”

The girls laughed and ran into the kitchen. They froze. “Dad!”

“Good morning girls.”

“Daddy, why are you wearing girl’s underwear and shoes?”

“Because...uh, we’re playing a game.”

“But you’re a boy.”

“Yes but...your lady likes it.”

The girls ran back in the living room. “Mom! Daddy’s wearing girl’s underwear!”

He heard Darren and his wife laugh. She said, “That’s right. We played a game and our daddy lost, so he has to dress like a woman.”

“Did you lose too?”

“Yes. Darren beat us so now we have to wear out underwear for the morning.”

“Oh!”



They say down to eat. Darren sat at the head of the table and Nichole and the girls sat at the other sides. He ate in the kitchen, bringing out the pancakes as they were ready. His flowers laughing every time he came out in his panties and high heels. Nichole smiling and looking at Darren. “Daddy, would you like some more butter?”

“Mommy, why did you call Darren ‘Daddy’?”

“Because he is, darling.”

“But he’s not Daddy. Daddy’s Daddy.”

“Not any more. Darren is Daddy. It’s part of the game.”

“Oh.”

Darren laughed, and ate.

When they were done, David came out to clear the dishes. Darren winked at Nichole and put his plate on the floor. “Go ahead and clean that up for me.”

David looked at him, then his family. “Now?”

Darren nodded. “Hell yes now. Lick it clean for Daddy. You good at licking things clean, I know that.”

With his flowers and wife laughing, David got on his hands and knees and knelt down. starting to lick the plate.

“Mommy, he’s like a dog!”

“That’s right baby.”

They looked at Darren. “Daddy, can we lick our plates clean too?”

Darren smiled. “Sure you can. I think your lady should too.”

Nichole hesitated and looked at Darren, but when he pointed to the floor she got down with her flowers and started licking her plate.

Darren sat back and laughed. “Goddamn, that’s what I like to see. All the white folks making Daddy happy. Goddamm goddamn....”

“Mommy, he swore.”

“Just keep licking baby....”



Afterwards, he took his flowers into the living room and turned on the tv so they could watch cartoons. They heard his wife yell.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with Mommy?”

“I’ll go see. Stay here, ok?

He went into the kitchen. Darren had her bent over, hands on the counter. Her panties at half mast and fucking her from behind. She bit her lip trying not to scream. Darren noticed him and grinned. “Your wife’s a fucking whore, grabbing my dick and cuckolds brownie. I’m gonna leave you a little dessert before I go.”

He watched until Darren finally grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, filling her.

He went back to the living room to check on the girls. He sat down between them to watch.

“Daddy, how long are you going to wear girls underwear?”

“Just until Darren leaves.”

“Can Darren stay with us all the time?”

“Uh, I don’t know.”

“Can we ask him?”

“Um....”

Just then Darren and Nichole walked back in. Darren went upstairs to get his clothes. Nichole stood waiting, her panties soaked at her pussy. When Darren came down, dressed, she escorted him to the door. He turned and kissed her. She smiled and whispered, “Thank you Daddy.”

He grabbed her ass one last time, and left.

“Dad, Darren kissed Mom.”

“I know baby. It’s ok.”

“But it was on the lips!”

“It’s ok.”

“And he touched her butt!”

He stood up. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get dressed.”

“Daddy, no! We like you like that!”

“Oh.”

Nichole came and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s right. I do too. Why don’t you stay like that for a while?”

He looked at her. She looked like a whore. She looked beautiful. They sat down with their flowers and watched tv.

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David and his wife Nichole went out to a movie, deciding to eat out at one of their favorite restaurants. It was a good night, both of them in a good mood, talking and laughing. Then her cellphone rang.

She checked the number and looked at him. “It’s Darren, I should answer it.”

Darren was her black lover. She pressed the button and smiled. “Hello, how are you? Fine. Now? I mean, yes sir. Ok, we’ll be there soon.”

She put her phone away and looked at David. “He wants us to come over.”

He signaled for the check, his heart starting to race. “Ok. Good thing we told the babysitter we’d be late.”

She smiled. “Good thing I made you wear pantyhose. Darren told you last time you better be in them next time he fucks me.”

He paid and they went out to the parking lot, got in the car and left. Neither saying much, thinking. Anticipating. He drove across town to Darren’s apartment complex and parked. She applied some more lipstick, looking at herself in a mirror. “Honey, will you lick my ass a little before we go in? Darren’s going to fuck me there and it helps if you loosen it up a little.” She got on her knees on the seat facing out the window and pulled her skirt up and pantyhose down her thighs, reaching back and spreading both cheeks. Her ass glowing white and smooth in the dark. He leaned over and stuck his tongue in.

She sighed. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

Swirling the tip of his tongue over the ridges, slowly, savoring the taste and smell, the heat of her ass against his face. He stiffened his tongue, extending it and with the weight of his body tried to penetrate her as deep as he could.

“Oh my god that’s so good.”

Feeling her asshole dilate open slightly as she relaxed, starting to smell her pussy, but disappointed when she reached back and pushed him away. “God I could let you do that all night. And you would, that’s the thing. But Darren’s waiting for us.” She pulled up her pantyhose and straightened out her skirt.

They got out. Walking to the door she took him by the arm and kissed him, sticking her tongue in her mouth. “Mm, I can taste myself.” She smiled at him. “I love that you like to lick my asshole. You’re very good at it. I hope you come really hard when you jerk off tonight. Do I look alright?”

She looked wonderful. She always did. Tall, long shiny brown hair. Tight black one-piece dress with her shiny pantyhose showing off her long smooth legs. Taller with her heels, taller than him even. “I love you.”

She smiled. “You’re sweet.”

Going up to Darren’s apartment, hearing the bass drum thump of rap music coming from inside. She knocked and David stood behind her.

Darren opened the door, dressed in black, tight black shirt showing off the muscles of his dark arms and chest. He smiled, grabbing Nichole by the hair and kissing her, mouth open, and pulling her inside, leaving the door open. David came inside and closed it behind them.

Inside dark, with candles lit around the room. White carpet and walls with black furniture. Two black leather couches forming an L. Another man there, standing looking at Nicole. Just as in shape as Darren, even darker skin. Darren said, “Bitch, this is my friend Ty. Ty, this is my white whore. Say hello.”

Nicole whispered, “Hello” and kissed him on the mouth, with tongue.

After the kiss, Ty laughed. “Goddamn!”

“I told you. This is her pussy husband.” Darren jerked his thumb at David. “Say hello pussy.”

David whispered hello.

“Hello what, pussy?”

He looked at Ty. “Hello, sir.”

Darren nodded. “That’s better.” He pulled Nichole into the living room to the couches. “Ty didn’t believe me when I told him about you. You gonna give us a good time tonight?”

She stood looking at the floor. “Yes.”

“Yes what, ho?”

Her face got red. “Yes sir.”

“That’s better.”

Ty laughed and shook his head. “Goddamn.”

“White bitches like that kind of cuckolds brownie.” Darren pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. “Time to get comfortable. Take off that dress, bitch.”

As Darren and Ty undressed, she reached behind and lifted her hair, looking at David. “Will you unzip me?”

David looked at Darren. “Sir, can I unzip my wife’s dress?”

“Hell yeah ladyfucker. Hurry the fuck up!”

He unzipped her and pulled the dress down until it fell around her feet. She stood there. Black nylon bra, diaphanous, revealing her white breasts and brown nipples. Her pantyhose sheer, dark, smooth, her bush a dark V of hair between her legs.

Ty whistled. “Goddamn, that’s some fine ladyfucking pussy.”

Darren smiled. “And it’s free. This bitch loves black dick.”

The two men stood there in tight white boxer briefs, the material contrasting against their black muscled skin, cocks hardening and stretching down their thighs.

Darren seemed to remember David. “Whiteboy! Get undressed like your slut wife. And I know you better be wearing your pantyhose!”

David undressed down to his control-tops. His cock hard under the material, but not as big as theirs. Ty laughing. “Goddam goddamn, that’s too much. Fucking whiteboy in pantyhose. And with a piece of ass like that for a wife.”

Darren told David to go in the corner and shut up, grabbing Nichole’s hair with one hand and ripping off her bra with other. “Let me see those titties. Yeah...nice little titties. Check these out.”

Together, the two black men mauled her breasts with their hands, squeezing them and pinching the nipples, pulling them out while Nichole bit her lip and tried to say nothing.

“Alright, I’m fucking ready.” Darren sat down on the couch, pulling her between his legs. He put one hand on the back of her head and with the other guided his cock to her open mouth. When the head was between her lips, he took two handfuls of hair and pushed her head down.

She squirmed and moaned and gagged, coughing, body shaking while he held her there. Both men laughing as she struggled to breathe.

Finally he let go and she raised her head, taking in a deep breath, her face red, eyes tearing. Darren waited a second, then guided her back down. “Who’s your daddy, bitch?”

Her voice muffled. “You are sir.”

“You gonna suck that black dick like a good little white girl, ain’t you?”

She pulled up and licked the pre-cum off the tip. “Yes sir.”

“Nice and sloppy, alright? Take that black meat down your throat.”

She grasped the base of his cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. Darren keeping one hand on her head to guide, swallowing him, barely able to wrap her lips around the width. Slowly, slowly, her head started to move up and down.

She was sloppy. Even over the rap music they could hear the smacking and sucking sounds of her tongue and lips.

“That’s it.” Darren smiled. “Take your time, we’re gonna be here all night. Your jaw’s gonna be sore tomorrow after what Ty’s got ready for you.”

Ty sitting next to them, slowly stroking his cock, watching with a big grin on his face. “That’s right baby. Damn, she dig this cuckolds brownie, don’t she?”

“I told you. White bitches are all like this. They love it. They been denied black dick all their lives. Once they get a taste, ain’t no going back. Asian bitches are the same, but they like that with everybody. Asian bitches would even suck off somebody like whiteboy here. But white bitches, they just love black dick. Ain’t that right bitch?”

“Yes sir.”

He ran his hand through her hair. “Mm, nice. I love brunettes.”

“Naw man, blondes are the cuckolds brownie.”

“Blondes are nice. True. They better looking. Ain’t that right bitch? Blonde pussy is the best, ain’t it?”

She took a long, slow lick up the length of his cock. “Yes sir. Blonde pussy is the best.” She resumed sucking.

“Thing is, I love brunettes. It’s psychological. Blondes are dumb bitches, and that’s a good thing, but brunettes, they’re smarter. They know, intellectually, that they’re being sluts. This bitch here has a college degree and makes good money, so seeing her like this, look at her, slobbing on my dick like that, ain’t nothing better. Nothing. Yeah, here it comes.” He put both hands on her head and started pushing, fucking her face. “Yeah, down your little throat, all the way down.”

Darren started breathing heavy, muscles tensing, veins in his arms bulging out. Nichole started moaning, eyes starting to tear again as his cock hit deeper and deeper. He tensed, holding her head still, pumping his hips up into her. She coughed, and two streams of cum oozed out the sides of her mouth.

“Aaaaahhhh, that’s it! That’s it! That is so goddamn good!”

Darren slowly eased his cock out of her mouth. “I love white women. Look at that nasty bitch. Bitch, go on over to your pussy husband and clean up.”

“Yes sir.” She crawled on her knees to David and they kissed, open-mouthed. Her tongue entered his mouth, powering Darren’s cum inside. They moaned, looking each other in the eye, as they both swallowed, feeling it slide down their throats. David kissed and licked her lips and cheeks and chin, licking up the cum and snot and saliva and they kissed again to share that. She tried to whisper in his ear that she loved him, but Darren came over and grabbed her hair, pulling her away. “Who said you could talk?”

Darren put his cock right in David’s face. “Your wife knows how to fucking suck cock. She ever suck you like that?”

He shook his head. “No sir.”

Darren lifted his cock out of the way. “You see these balls?”

“Yes sir.”

“You see how much I got left for her?”

“Yes sir.”

“You gonna enjoy watching her suck off Ty too, ain’t you?”

“Yes sir. Please sir.”

“Now tell Ty that you’re a fucking cocksucking faggot bitch and ask him to come in your wife’s mouth.”

David looked at Ty sitting there still stroking his cock. “Please sir, I’m a cocksucking faggot. Please come in my wife’s mouth.”

Ty howled. “Goddamn!”

Darren dragged Nichole between Ty’s knees. She looked up at him. “My jaw is kind of sore....”

He powerd her face down into Ty’s balls. “Tell him how much you want more black dick.”

She gripped Ty’s cock. “Please sir, I want more black dick.”

Ty grinned. “Well what you waiting for then?”

She lowered her head over the dark cock and started sucking.

Ty put his hands behind his head and leaned back. “Goddamn Dar.”

Darren sat back down. “It’s how white women like to be treated. They expect it. Black women, no way you could do that.”

Ty nodded, grinning. “True.”

“White women, they need it. Look at her pussy husband. You think he gonna keep her in line? White boys done been emasculated by these bitches. Right now, she’s living her dream: Got her whiteboy husband by the balls, but having a real man, a black man, to treat her like she needs. Ain’t that right, bitch?”

She stopped sucking and looked at him. Not smiling. Looking. Worshipping. “Yes sir.”

He looked at Ty. “Go ahead. Fuck her mouth.”

Ty hesitated, but when Nichole just looked at him, he put both hands on her head and pushed down. She took it halfway, then coughed, pulling her head up. “Sorry.”

Darren leaned over. “Tell him thank you.”

She stared at the two men, then looked at Ty. “Thank you sir.”

“Ask him to fuck your mouth again.”

She hesitated. “Please...sir...fuck my mouth again.”

Ty pushed down even harder. She gagged, her face glowing red, then resumed sucking, head bobbing up and down.

Ty grinned. “Goddamn.”

“You ever come in a white woman’s mouth before?”

“Uh-uh, but I can feel it coming on. Oh yeah...”

Grabbing two handfuls of hair, Ty started pumping, cumming and jerking up into her. She gagged again and deep throated, holding herself there, swallowing, while he ran his hands through her hair and over her back. “Oh fuck that is good! Goddamn!” He pulled out and stared at her. She looked at him, licking her lips, then turned and crawled over to her husband to kiss him and have him clean her again.

Ty had collapsed on the couch. Darren got up and walked into the kitchen to get a beer. While they were kissing, she whispered to David, “Did you come yet?”

“No.”

“You were jerking off though, weren’t you?”

“Yes. You’re so beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you. Do you need to come? Do you want to jerk off for me right now?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be able to come later? You can usually only come once a day.”

“I want to so bad. You’re so sexy.”

“Hurry up, come on my stomach.”

He started to jerk, her arms around his neck, her mouth and breath hot on his throat, her body radiating heat.

“Yo white girl!” Darren came over. “What the fuck you doing?”

“I’m sorry sir. I just wanted my husband to come.”

“Oh yeah?” Darren took her right hand and put it on the crotch of David’s pantyhose, to his balls. “Squeeze that bitch.”

She gripped David through the material. He pulled his hands away, but his cock was still hard. Darren looked at him. “You think this a game?”

David shook his head. “No sir.”

“Damn right. This is for real.” He turned to Nichole and stroked her hair. “Squeeze his balls for me baby.”

She squeezed harder and harder as Darren continued to encourage her. The pain grew. He leaned back, watching a black man touch his wife, until finally the pain was so much that he fell over, unable to speak or see.

He heard Darren laugh, then sit down on the couch. Nicole let go and he regained his sight, breathing in, balls aching. The two black men sat on the couches takeing beer and took turns ordering Nichole to dance and pose for them, telling her to bend over and grab her ankles while saying she was a black cock whore. Finally Darren told her to go get them two more beers and two for her and her husband. David and Nichole then knelt on the floor in front of the two men, takeing and watching them with their legs spread, cocks semi-hard, leaking come, balls still hanging full onto the couch leather. Staring at Nichole’s breasts. Making her play with them, pinch them.

Ty grabbed his cock and started stroking it. “Goddamn, I’m getting hard again looking at this bitch.”

Darren stood up. “Me too. Come here bitch.” He grabbed her by her hair and led her on her hands and knees into the bedroom. “Time for a dicking.”

David followed the three of them, crawling. Nicole on her knees between the two men jerking off looking at her. Darren grunted. “Goddamn I love white women. You want to see what else white women will do? Check this out.”

He turned around and spread his cheeks. “Lick my ass, bitch.”

She hesitated, then dove between in, tongue extended.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s it!”

“Goddamn!”

“Ain’t I right? No sista’d do that.”

“Got that right.”

She rooted in Darren’s asshole, licking it all around, up and down the crack, sucking on the hole. Darren stroked himself hard. “That’s it, that’s it, you a nasty bitch ain’t you?”

“Mm-hm!”

He turned around and pulled her onto the bed on her back. “Now pull those pretty legs up. I’m gonna fuck that fine white pussy.”

She pulled her knees up to her chest, her pussy visible through the sheer material of her pantyhose. A large wet spot in crotch. Darren got on the bed on his knees in front of her. She stared at his cock sticking straight out at her, licking her lips. “Sir please, please fuck me!”

Darren looked at Ty. “And the best thing about white women is a brotha don’t have to use a condom. Ain’t that right whitegirl?”

She nodded. “Yes sir, please don’t use a condom. Please come in my slut pussy.”

“You like that black come?”

“Yes sir.”

He ripped open her pantyhose and stuck a finger in her pussy. “Damn you wet.” He lined up his cock between her lips. “I’m gonna fuck you in front of your husband. You want that don’t you?”

She looked over at David and bit her lips. “Yes, give it to me. I want a real cock—Oh!”

Darren shoved his cock in half way. Her eyes widened. “Oh cuckolds brownie!”

Darren kept shoving. She gripped the sheets and took it, gasping with every shove. When he had it buried into the hilt, he paused. She panted. “Oh god I’m gonna come. Please fuck me now. Please.”

“Who’s your daddy?”

“You are—Ohhhh god I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Darren leaned over and started fucking her hard. She spread her legs to let him in closer and deeper. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah! I’m gonna come in your little slut white pussy. Now! Now!” He shoved hard and buried his cock in deep, holding himself there, his hips thrusting. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! That’s good!”

He rolled over on his back, letting go of her. She gasped, face bright red, breathing hard. Darren laughed. “You like that white girl?”

Nichole still on her back, legs wide open, slowly stroking her clit. “Yes sir.”

Darren smiled. “See? Now let’s get your bitch husband over here.”

Ty dragged David over between his wife’s legs.

Darren pointed. “Look at that! You see that? You see that come? That’s your wife’s pussy, and that’s my come. Mine!”

Her lips swollen and spread. Wet, shining. A thick stream of white come oozing out and down her asshole. Darren shoved his face into it. “Lick it up white boy!”

He licked. Fast, scooping up all the come ooze first, then sucking on her pussy to get the rest. She lifted her head to watch and they stared at each other. She moaned and moved her pussy muscles to power more come out. “You like that David? You like that come? Another man’s come? Show these black men what a fag you are. That’s why you’re wearing pantyhose, isn’t it? Lick it up.”

The two black men laughed. “Hear that whiteboy? That’s your wife talking. Ain’t no ‘I love you’ anymore.

Ty shook his head. “Goddamn this a cold white bitch. I want to get me some of that.” He got up on the bed and turned her over on her stomach and ripped open her pantyhose some more. “Gonna get me some of that ass!”

She looked back at him. “Please...sir. Please go slow.”

He laughed and looked at Darren. “She know how to take it in the ass, don’t she?”

“Hell yeah. Fuck that hole.”

Ty spread her cheeks, spitting on her asshole, then on his cock to lube it up. She grabbed the sheets again and tried to look back. He put it against her hole. She whimpered and tried to relax. “Oh fuck....”

He sank in. Her body tensed. “Oh!”

He pushed her face down in a pillow and put his whole weight on her, his hips working, pushing. The pillow muffling her moaning. Darren walked around and lifted her head up by her hair. “You like that, bitch?”

“Oh! Oh fuck...sir...oh! Ohhh!...oh fuck sir...yes sir...oh!”

Darren let go and stood back. Ty had his cock halfway in and held still for a second. She caught her breath and looked back. He grinned and shoved in to his balls.

Her mouth became an O and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Ooooooohhhhh!!”

Then Ty was fucking her, slamming into her asscheeks, one hand in her hair, the other on a shoulder to give himself more leverage. He said nothing, just the smack of slamming into her ass. Finally, his teeth locked together, he started to talk. “Yeah bitch, in your ass, in you white ass. I’m gonna come in that tight white ass!”

He tensed, jerking her head back, holding her still while he filled her, then collapsing on top, both of them breathing heavy.

Ty rolled off, leaving her with her asshole dilated open, a dark round hole, laughing. “Ain’t nothing like it! Nothing! That’s the best piece of ass I ever had!”

Darren nodded. “Damn right. You got me all worked up now. I’m gonna get me some of that.” He picked her up and made her kneel, folding her over. She turned to look at him. “My ass is sore.”

“Baby, it ain’t gonna get any better.”

She put her face back in the pillow. Her asshole had closed, swollen and wet. Darren spit on his cock and lined it up. “This is gonna be a long ride. You like it like that though, don’t you?”

A muffled, “Yes sir....”

Darren’s cock thicker, still taking a while to work in, even with shoving. She remained in a ball while he fucked her long and hard, taking his time, to the point where Ty even went into the kitchen to get them a couple beers. When Darren could finally feel it coming, he put both hands on her shoulders and started pumping faster. She felt the difference and lifted her head to try and look back at him. “Sir....”

“What, bitch?”

“Fill my ass. Please sir.”

“Yeah baby, I like that. You gonna get it. You gonna get it all!”

When he came he pulled on her, lifting her up and impaling her on his cock. “Uuuuuuh! Like that! Like that!”

Nichole a ragdoll, body limp. “Oh! Oh! Oh fuck!”

Darren groaned, holding her there, limp, for a second, then sighed, throwing her down on the bed and standing up. “Yeah!” He high-fived Ty. “Yeah!” He went back to drag Nichole off the bed. “Now show your husband what you got for him!”

Darren pushed him on his back and positioned Nichole over him, facing his feet. She squatted over David’s face, opening her ass over his mouth. Her asshole stayed open and as she worked some muscles a white gob of come oozed out and down. He stuck out his tongue, catching it and swallowing, licking up the remaining ropes hanging down as she sat on his face to make him lick her clean. While he did she fingered her clit and came in a long slow orgasm.

After she was done, she turned around and kissed him on the lips quickly. Darren and Ty had left the room. She stroked his balls through the nylon. “Poor baby, you’re about to burst, aren’t you?

“God yes.”

She wrapped her hand around his balls and squeezed lightly. “Go ahead and jerk off quick.”

It didn’t take long. He reached in his pantyhose, looked at her face covered in sweat and spit and smeared make-up, and came, oozing out on the nylon and his hand.

She stood up. “That was quick. Hm, that’s a decent load, for you. Better hide the evidence.”

He quickly licked his fingers, staring in her eyes. She smiled. “You’ve really eaten a lot of cum tonight, haven’t you? I’m almost jealous.”

They looked at each other and hugged, then walked into the living room. The two black men stood there, still naked, takeing beers and staring at them. David and Nichole got their clothes and dressed. Darren motioned to the door. Nichole smiled “Thank you Darren.”

Darren took a sip of beer. “Next time it’s at your house. In your bed.”

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OLD WILLY

Hank For the longest time I never understood fetishes or off-the-wall sexual proclivities. I guess I just never needed anything like that to enhance my sex life. Through five years of marriage my beautiful wife, Tammy, was all I really needed or wanted when it came to sex. Our sex life was good and often but nothing out of the ordinary. We did it once or twice a week, in bed, at night or in the morning. I’d mount my wife in either the missionary or doggy positions. Sometimes she would get on top. What can I say, it was just average, married sex. A couple of months ago that all changed. I developed an odd fetish and dragged my wife into it. It all started when Tammy and I bought an old Victorian home. The house was 102 years old and needed a lot of work and renovation. I’m not bad with a set of tools and Tammy is great when it comes to do-it-yourself interior decorating. The house proved to be a little more than the both of us could handle though. We needed an extra pair of experienced hands to help us along. I mentioned our predicament to the owner of the local hardware store, hoping he knew of someone who could help us out. “I know just the man you need,” he told me. “Let me put you in touch with Willy Green. He’s kind of old, in his late sixties, I think. Age aside, there’s no one around here better with a set of tools though. Yes, sir, Willy can handle carpentry, plumbing and electrical work. He comes cheap too. If you hire him, I’d advise keeping him away from the Jack Daniels though. When Willy gets to takeing, he can be a devilish, old rapscallion.” I told him that Willy sounded like just the man I needed and gave him my name, telephone number and address. He promised me that I would hear from Willy soon. Two days later, Tammy and I were painting in the master bedroom when the doorbell rang. It was our first official visitor so we both went down to answer the door. Standing on our front porch was a huge, old, mountain of a black man. He was a good head taller than me and very muscular, no doubt form a lifetime of hard work. His face looked like cracked and wrinkled leather and certainly showed his age. The owner of the hardware store told me that Willy was in his late sixties. I would have guessed the man in front of me was in his seventies, at least. “I’m Willy Green,” he said, taking my hand in a vice-like grip and shaking it firmly. “Mr. Crowley down at the hardware store told me you folks were looking for a handyman to help you out with this fine, old house.” “I’m Henry Bratton,” I said, introducing myself. “We definitely could use your expertise, Willy. Oh, this is my wife, Tammy,” I added, stepping aside so Tammy could meet Willy. When Willy saw my wife, his eyes lit up. He gently took Tammy’s hand and unabashedly looked her over from head to toe. As I mentioned before, my wife is a beautiful woman. Tammy is a 27 year old natural redhead with crystal blue eyes. She’s five feet, six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. She maintains her gorgeous and stunning 34D-24-35 figure through jogging and aerobic workouts. When you marry a woman as lovely as Tammy, you get used to other men taking long, appreciative looks at your wife. I was a bit shocked though to see a man Willy’s age taking notice of my wife’s charms. In fact, he was giving Tammy more than just a passing glance. He was eyeing her up the way a wolf might observe a rabbit. He stares had a longing hunger to them. The way my wife was dressed didn’t help the matter either. It was a hot Summer day and were working in an old house that didn’t have air conditioning yet.

So Tammy had on a tank top with no bra underneath and a pair of short shorts that looked like they were sprayed on her ass. She was definitely displaying all her fine features and of course, as always, didn’t have a clue. That’s just the way my wife is. I remember one time in our apartment, she almost answered the door forgetting she was naked. I stopped her just before she reached for the doorknob. “It will be a pleasure assisting such a pretty lady to make her house just as beautiful,” Willy told my wife. Tammy giggled, thanking the old man for the compliment. I send Tammy back upstairs to finish painting while I sat down with Willy to discuss a fee for his services. The owner of the hardware store was correct, the old man did work for a cheap price. Of course, maybe it was my wife’s charisma that kept him at a reamisterable rate. Whatever the case, old Willy started working for us the following Monday. I have to say, the man was a magician with a set of tools. Willy seemed to be able to fix it all. He installed a new vanity in the bathroom. He changed all the light fixtures on the first floor. He cut and hung molding in the dining room. He worked on our home from Monday to Friday, arriving before we had our morning coffee and leaving when it started to get dark. For an old man, he seemed to have more energy than I could muster.

One Friday morning I was outside painting a window sill. Looking into the house, I could see that Tammy was doing her aerobic workout in the living room. She had on her usual attire when she works out, a skintight leotard that leaves very little to the imagination. Tammy may as well be nude for all it hides. So there’s my wife, bending, bouncing, jumping, jiggling, stretching and strutting to a techno dance tune with a heavy beat. I happened to glance past Tammy and noticed Willy standing in the foyer, watching her. His eyes were glued to her every move and his mouth was hanging open. I also noticed that Willy had an incredibly large bulge in the front of his pants, and he was nonchalantly rubbing it with his hand. I couldn’t believe it! The black bastard had an erection from looking at my wife! It was huge too! From the outline beneath his pants it looked like it was at least twice as big as my own. At first I was angry and considered firing him on the spot. Then something odd occurred. In my imagination, I began to speculate what might be going through the old man’s mind as he was watched my wife and played with himself. The filthy, black pig probably wanted to walk over to Tammy, grab her and tear the leotard off her young, white body. I could picture his big, black hands pawing her large, milky white tits. Then he would throw her on our couch, spread her long, shapely legs and fuck her with that huge, black cock. I hate to admit it but soon I was standing there with a much smaller erection in my pants too. It was perverse and disturbing. I was actually aroused by the thought of that old, black man taking my wife. I quickly pushed the thought from my mind and went inside. It was almost comical to see Willy try to hide the hard cock in his pants. He kept his back towards me, mumbling something about the water heater and made a hasty retreat into our basement. For the rest of the day the image of Willy mounting Tammy kept popping back into my head. Each time he would take her in a different position in my imagination. Each time I would get a raging hard-on. Whenever those thoughts came to mind, I would quickly try to occupy my thoughts with something else; the work on the house, the office, baseball, anything to keep my mind off of it. That night in bed, Tammy began to kiss me passionately. That is how she usually initiates sex. As I kissed her back and tenderly unbuttoned her nightshirt, I was her loving husband.

When I got on top of Tammy and penetrated her however, I lost myself. I imagined I was Willy. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I pumped into her hard and fast. Aside from my labored breathing I was silent, but in my head I was saying, “Take it! Take my big nigger cock!” Soon Tammy was wrapping her legs around me, pushing back with her hips and exclaiming at the top of her lungs, “Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!” I erupted inside her and we both collapsed on the bed, catching our breaths. “Wow!” she said. “That was different. You got a little wild there. What got into you?” “I don’t know,” I lied. “I guess you just really inspired me tonight.” I thought that little fantasy would settle the matter and any further ideas of Willy and my wife would be done with. That was not the case though. Over the next few days all I could think about was Willy and my wife. Then something happened that drove me over the edge. I was in the hardware store looking over different shades of wood stain when I overheard two men talking in the next aisle over. One voice I recognized as Willy’s. The second voice was that of another black man. “So how’s it going over at that old house?” the other black man asked. “Not too bad,” Willy replied. “It’s giving me some steady work for the Summer. The husband’s a typical dick-head but his wife sure is a fine piece of hot, white ass.” The other man agreed. “I saw her at the market a few days back. She sure got it all; big tits, a nice ass, and them long, long, white legs. Damn! At least you got some pretty scenery over there.” “You got that right,” Willy said. “She knows she’s all that though. The bitch is a big time cock tease. She always be wearing something tight, short or low cut. Hell, I walk around there most of the day with my dick hard as a rock.” Willy’s friend chuckled. “When a married white bitch walks around dressed like a fucking slut it usually means her man ain’t satisfying her.” “Oh, I’m sure he ain’t doing that pussy any justice,” replied Willy. “No doubt he has a tiny, white dick like most white boys. The bitch better be careful though cause she’s playing with fire. If she gets me in an irascible mood, old Willy’s going to teach her a hard lesmister ‘bout cock teasing. She may get them white boys all hot and bothered without consequence but when you get a black man hard, be prepared to get fucked but good. I’ll show her white pussy what a real man’s cock feels like for once. One afternoon she was making ice tea in her kitchen with nothing on but a little bikini. I came damn close to bending the bitch over her kitchen counter, whipping that bikini bottom off and giving her white cunt a proper fucking.” The other man laughed out loud. “You do that, Willy! Give her some of that experienced nigger cock. She probably don’t realize what she be missing. Well, I got to run. Ride her hard, old timer.” I should have been furious but again I found myself extremely aroused. I was standing in the store with a painful erection in my jeans. I can’t explain what happened at that moment but something snapped in my head. I decided that it had to happen. I had to see old Willy fuck the living daylights out of Tammy. I wouldn’t be satisfied until it happened. I don’t know why. The only thing I can remotely compare it to is like wanting to see your favorite running back run in a touchdown, or your favorite outfielder hitting a homerun. Average men live vicariously through the superior ability of professional athletes. I want to see my wife get fucked by a black man’s bigger, superior cock. I began to formulate how I could make this happen. I’m sure if I offered my wife to Willy he would gladly do the job. Tammy, on the other hand, would never concede to satisfying my newfound fetish. In fact, she would find the idea sick and repulsive. I would wind up divorced for sure. My only other option was to get Willy sexually agitated enough to just lose control and take Tammy. That could possibly lead to other problems but I was sure I could smooth those over with some effort. I knew just what I needed to get the ball rolling. I got in my car and went to the local mall. My first stop was the cuckold water store where I bought a bottle of Jack Daniels, Willy’s beverage of choice. My next stop was Victoria’s Secret. Walking into the store I saw that almost anything I bought for Tammy would surely send Willy over the edge. A woman like Tammy makes it all look good.

After about ten minutes of searching through the lingerie, I found just the thing. I bought my wife a very sheer, pale blue, baby doll nighty with a matching thong. When Willy saw Tammy in that outfit, and with a little help from Uncle Jack, he’d teach her that lesmister about cock teasing for sure. I decided to set my scheme in motion the following Saturday. I called Willy up and asked him if come over on his day off and clean all the previous owner’s junk out of the garage so we could start working on it come Monday. He was a bit reluctant to do so but when I offered him an extra fifty dollars for his trouble, he came right over. I let Willy alone to do his work until about noon when I walked into the garage and complimented him on the job. Willy was making fast progress of clearing the garage but still had enough work ahead of him to last well into the afternoon. “Willy,” I said, handing him the brand new bottle of whiskey, “here’s a little something besides the fifty bucks I promised you. It’s just to show my appreciation for all your hard work. I know clearing out this garage is tedious work so it wouldn’t bother me if you wanted to take a shot or two to make it go a little easier.” Willy thanked me, adding that he would probably do just that. For the rest of the afternoon I puttered around the house, occasionally checking in on Willy. As I suspected, the old black man was takeing a bit more of the Jack Daniels than just a shot or two. noticed his speech was slurred and he did more stumbling around the garage than actual work. I went back into the house to find my wife stretched out on the living room couch, reading a novel. I walked over to her and handed her the bag from Victoria’s Secret. “What’s this?” she asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow at seeing the store’s name on the bag. “It’s just a little present I picked out for you,” I replied. Tammy looked in the bag and saw the sheer, pale blue material. “Are you sure this isn’t really a present for you?” she said with a smile. I smiled back. “Well, maybe just a little bit for me. Why don’t you go upstairs and try it on for size. I’ll join you in a few minutes to see how it looks. I’ve got to take care of something out in the yard first though.” “A little dessert before dinner,” she said as she got off the couch to head for our bedroom. “You’re just full of surprises today.” I watched her cute little ass wiggle back and forth seductively as she walked up the stairs. My dick was already half hard knowing what might be in store for my lovely wife. I waited about ten minutes to give Tammy time to put on the nighty. I then went out to the garage to put old Willy into play. I found him staggering out of the garage with a box of old, rusty gardening tools. “Willy, my wife is having trouble with the closet door in the master bedroom. It’s stuck and she can’t get it open. I think all this humidity has the wood swollen. I’ve got to run to my office to retrieve an important file. Can you go up there to help her out? She’s got the bedroom door shut but just go on in. Oh, and tell her that I got called into work, please.” Willy dropped the box and walked off towards the house, muttering something under his whiskey tainted breath. When I saw him enter the house, I waited for about five minutes then hurried around the back and went inside through the backdoor. I took the back service staircase from the kitchen straight up to our attic. There’s a duct set in the attic floorboards. You can lift it up and see directly down into our bedroom. Once in the attic, I slowly and quietly opened the duct. What I saw below nearly made me cum on the spot. My wife was laying flat on her back on our bed. The nighty and matching thong had been torn from her naked body and lay in a shredded heap on the floor. Willy had Tammy’s arms pinned to the mattress with his face buried between her open legs. “Stop it!” my wife protested, struggling to break free of Willy’s powerful grip. “Let go of me! Oh my! Please, Willy! Stop it right now! You’ll go to jail for this! Oh my! Oh! My! Get off of me! Oh, damn! My husband will be up here any second! He’ll ******* you!” Willy lifted his face from my wife’s bare pussy. His lips and beard were slick with her lubrications. “Your husband got called into his office. He won’t be back all afternoon. Besides, I don’t give a cuckolds brownie if he walks in on us. He can watch his wife get a real fucking for once. He may learn a thing or two ‘bout satisfying your hot, white ass, but I doubt it. Anyway, don’t act like you don’t want this. Why else would you parade around me dressed like a little slut? You been jonesing to feel my big nigger cock inside you.” Willy pushed his face back between Tammy’s legs, quickly rubbing his wooly beard back and forth across her vulnerable pussy, making her shudder. He then pressed his thick lips back into her, lapping and sucking. I watched in aroused fascination as the old, black man ate my wife with pure enjoyment. Tammy, her face flushed and eyes shut tight, was breathing hard and fast between clenched teeth. It was more than evident that Willy’s oral attention to her pussy was having its effect on her, but I suppose she didn’t want to give Willy the satisfaction of seeing her body respond in stimulation. Tammy’s ample tits rose and fell quickly with her repeated gasps. I noticed that despite her objections, my wife’s half dollar sized nipples were dark pink and swollen with sexual excitement.

Suddenly Tammy’s hips began to sorry undulate in short, quick spasms. She was nearing orgasm. Before my wife could cum though, Willy pulled his face quickly away from her pussy. He just smiled at her as she lay there trembling, the pangs of her oncoming orgasm subsiding without climax. “Willy,” she panted, “stop… stop… stop this! Don’t make me do this! Please, Willy!” Willy plunged his face back into her cunt. He savagely devoured my wife, lapping at her with even more enthusiasm. As he licked and sucked on her, Willy made small natural-like grunts. He sounded much like a hungry dog having at a fresh steak. Tammy had to bight her lip this time to keep from moaning. Out of instinct she arched her back, desperately seeking much needed relief. My wife was on the verge of cumming for the second time. He mouth popped wide open but no sound came forth. Once again, before she could reach orgasm, Willy pulled his face away. Tammy squirmed on the bed gasping in small anguished whimpers. All she could manage to say was the same two words, over and over. “No, Willy! No, Willy! No, Willy!”

When she calmed down sufficiently, Willy went back to eating her pussy. This time however he released Tammy’s wrist. Instead of fighting old Willy off with her now free hands, she immediately grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face deeper into her cunt. At the same time she churned and ground her hips like she was possessed. “Oh, yes!” she hissed as Willy pumped a finger into her too. It was then that I understood what Willy was up to. As Tammy teased him, he was now teasing her, only ten times worse. Willy was breaking down my wife’s resolve by sexually agitating her, not allowing her to cum. This changed the whole situation from a case of **** and assault, to satisfying a woman in heat. The old geezer knew exactly what he was doing. I could see now where years of experience can be beneficial in handling a woman. Tammy’s third approach to orgasm came hard and fast. Where before she tried to suppress her moans and groans, this time they exploded from her lips very loudly. She was so close to cumming but it was not to be. Willy pushed her hands away and stood up. Leaving my nude wife writhing on the bed in wanton lust. “No!” Tammy gasped. “Don’t stop! Finish it! Just finish it!” Willy just looked down at her and laughed in a scoffing manner. He unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt, revealing an old but well developed upper body. For being in his late sixties, the guy was totally ripped. I must admit, his ancient body put my own younger one to shame. He then opened his pants, pulling them and his boxers down at the same time. Willy’s huge monster of a cock sprang out like a deadly cobra from a snake charmer’s basket. “Oh my!” Tammy breathed as she caught sight of it. I understood why she was so impressed. Where my cock is short and slender, Willy’s was long and thick. He had to be at least nine inches in length and as plump as a big piece of sizzling hot kielbasa.

Willy kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He took his huge, black cock in his hand and tauntingly shook it at my wife. “Is this what you want, bitch? Is this what you need?” “Yes,” my wife responded, her face red with shame, her voice barely a whisper. “That’s what I need.” This was all too much me for. I took out my own cock and began to stroke it as I watched old Willy teach Tammy her lesmister. Willy got back on the bed, kneeling between my wife’s splayed thighs. As he looked her in the eyes, he rubbed the head of his cock all around the outside of her pussy. Now and then he would press it against her opening like he was about to penetrate Tammy, only to pull it away. “Do it!” my wife pleaded. Willy just beat the head of his cock on the outside of my wife’s hungry pussy. “Not so proud and snooty now, are you bitch? Look at you. Begging your husband’s old nigger handyman to fuck you. You’re just a married, white slut in dire need for what your white husband can’t give you, a man sized cock. You know something? Old Willy likes hearing you beg for his big, nigger cock like a slut. You want to be fucked? Then beg me to fuck you, bitch?” The words seemed to stick in Tammy’s throat but the feel of having such a huge specimen of manhood so close to her sopping wet pussy helped loosen her tongue. “Fuck me! Please, Willy! Fuck me!” “Call me Mister Green, you married white whore!” He barked back at her. Nearly in tears, my wife quickly corrected herself. “Please, Mister Green! Won’t you fuck me? I need to feel that big, powerful, black cock inside me so bad! Oh god! I’ve never had a man like you fuck me! I need to be fucked! I really need to be fucked! Please, Mister Green!” At this point, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock exploded, splattering pearly drops all over the attic floor. What was going on below me was beyond my wildest imaginings. “Get on your hands and knees,” Willy ordered my wife, “so I can fuck you like the bitch you are.” Tammy quickly did as she was told, lowering her tits to the mattress and raising her ass, presenting herself to the old black man. Willy took his rightful place behind my wife. Again he rubbed the head of his huge cock all around the outside of her pussy. A few times Willy would plug just the head inside Tammy’s pussy lips, only to pull it back out. This drove her absolutely crazy. Finally, Willy plugged the head of his cock into my wife one last time. He firmly grabbed Tammy’s hips and drove his cock into her up to his bloated balls in one hard, quick thrust. My wife threw her had back and cried out. Willy just held still, not moving, with his big, black cock buried deep in my wife’s pussy. Remarkably, Tammy began to cum on his unmoving cock. “Oh god!” she cried. “So big! So big inside me! I love it! I love it! I love your big, black cock! Yes! Yes! Yes! Big, black cock! Oh god, yes!” Willy let her calm down, then he started to fuck my wife with a firm, steady rhythm. With each inward thrust, Willy grunted like an angry bull. His cock was so thick that the shaft must have applied just the right pressure on Tammy’s swollen clit. Soon she was moaning and groaning again in pleasure, tossing her long red hair from side to side, urging the old, black man to fuck her harder. “Yes! That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me, you black natural! Fuck me harder! Fuck me with your big nigger cock! Show me how a real man is supposed to fuck a woman!” Willy got this angry, intense look on his face and began to drive his cock into my wife fast and powerful. With each inward thrust his black loins made contact with her white ass in a hard, resounding slap. “You fucking, bitch,” Willy growled. “Your white cunt is mine! I own it! I rule this white pussy with my big nigger cock! When Mister Green says it’s time to fuck, you better have your clothes off and your white legs spread! You understand me, bitch?” “Oh yes!” my wife cried, in the throes of another orgasm. “It’s yours! It’s yours! Fuck your white cunt! Fuck it! Fuck it! Oh god, fuck it! You’re making me cum! You’re making me cum on your big, nigger cock!” Willy thrust into my wife one last time. “I’m going to nut in your white cunt, bitch! Here it comes! I’m filling it up with my nigger seed!” Willy’s cock erupted deep inside my wife. Both of their bodies seemed to go tense, then they collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, panting heap. Willy slid his cock out of Tammy, pulling sticky white streams out with it. Tammy just lay there as Willy dressed. Before he left the room he told my wife, “I’ll be out back around midnight. If you want some more nigger cock, have your naked, white ass outside. I’ll fuck you bent over the hood of your asshole husband’s BMW.” I waited about twenty minutes, enough time for Tammy to compose herself, and snuck back outside. When I reentered the house, Tammy was back on the couch reading. “I’m sorry I got called away to work,” I told her. “But that’s what pays the bills I suppose.” “Yes, I guess it is,” was all she said. Around midnight, Tammy thought I was fast arelax. From half open eyes I watched as my wife left our bed, removed her nightshirt and panties, and walked naked outside into our dark backyard.

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OUR CHANGED LIFE


My wife and I have had a great marriage for 6 years without any real problems of any type. We both agree we do not want youngren yet and we love our sex life. My wife isn't really a beautiful woman but she is very cute and has a nice slim athletic body with beautiful pear shape breasts, about c-cup. She does have the most beautiful nipples I have ever seen. they are somewhat long and bigger round than most. She is also very sensitive there. When she dances close to a man, she gets very hot because of the rubbing against the nipples. After I learned that while we were dating, I was able to get sex just about anytime I wanted by dancing close to her. The nipples are so sensitive that she doesn't like to wear a normal bra because they put to much pressure against the nipples. She either wears an open style where the nipples are free but the breasts are still supported or else no bra. I love it. We very much love each other and have never discussed or considered having anyone else in our sex lives, which brings us up to the current situation.

I am a technical sales guy and make a lot of money so that she doesn't have to work unless she wants to. She does have a nice job part-time in a real estate office but only works when she gets bored. My company is growing very fast because of some new technology we own. Since I am their major sales rep, I do often have to entertain customers from all around the world. Recently we found a potential customer who could practically double our already hot business. The president of our company was absolutely convinced that this deal, if we could pull it off, would make us all millionaires practically overnight. The customer company's president was to visit with us for a week and look over our facilities so that he could make a knowledgeable decision whether to go with us or someone else. Of course he stayed at the best motel in out area and was very comfortable there and naturally I made sure he received the absolute best entertainment and services. To honor him, my wife and I hosted a great party at our very large home with a band and fantastic food and takes services. I also made my wife aware of the need to make sure our guest was well entertained. That led to our current change in lifestyle.

Since my wife is such a sensitive, gentle, and attentive woman, I asked her to sort of keep our guest happy for the early part of the gathering until he had a chance to really mingle and get to know our other guests better. She was agreeable to that until I told her that he was a black man from South Africa. Now my wife is not exactly a prejudices permister but she was the flower of one of the biggest bigots in our hometown and her man had instilled certain ideas into her head about black men so that she didn't feel comfortable being so close to one. I described the importance of the situation and told her that she was the only permister who could really make him a happy camper during the early festivities. She finally agreed but said that she would do it only for about 45 minutes so that I could find someone else who could perform the duty. I felt that was a good compromise so quickly agreed.

I picked up Johan, our guest, at his motel and took him to our home that night a little early so that we could sit down and relax before our other guests arrived. Joahn is a very handsome man, about 6' 4" tall and a thick, but muscular body. He is very pleasant to be around and is also very intelligent. Conversations with Joahn were always very interesting as well as entertaining because he also had a very dry sense of humor. My wife sat beside him in the early discussions and seemed to be really enjoying it. She is a good actor so I really couldn't tell if she was faking it or not. In any case, Johan also seemed to be at ease and enjoying himself. I then got very busy with arriving guests and making sure everyone was feeling good. The music had started and there were people already dancing so all was well. I noticed that Johan and Mary. my wife, had joined the dancers. The music was slow so they were all dancing close. I now thought of how Mary reacted to slow dancing and wondered how she would react in this situation but I felt she would handle it all very well. AS the early evening progressed, Mary stayed right with Johan and introduced him to a number of guests including several very attractive single women from out office staff. I stayed very busy with out other guests so really wasn't able to help her or to see that they wee dong okay. She came up to me after about an hour and asked me when I was going to get a relief for her. I told her that I had not really had much of a chance to find anyone and would she mind continuing by herself for just a little while longer.

She then surprised me by telling me that she was fine and would not mind at all. I looked at her with a quick surprised look and did notice that she seemed a little more excited than she had been earlier. She then told me that Johan was an excellent dancer and that she was enjoying dancing with him except that he was constantly touching her. " What do you mean, touching you?", I asked. " Well, his hands are every where touching my body. He has even lightly touched my breasts." She replied. " Have you told him to stop?", I asked. " Not exactly" she said. " His touches are just so brief that I am not even sure that he knows he is dong it. I do know that his touches seem to be getting longer each time and that they, for some reamister, are getting me excited."

"Do you mean, in a sexual way?" I again asked. " Yes", she said. " I have never had anyone touch me so gentle and brief like that and it feels good. So I don't want him to stop." She told me. " But isn't that playing with fire?" I asked. " Aren't' you taking a risk of getting too excited and wanting more from him than brief touching?"

"I fell like I am in control but I may be extremely hot for you to fuck me tonight". She replied.

"Just be very careful that you don't get to the point where you might want to fuck Johan. " I emphatically told her. " Don't worry" she said. " There is one thing that somehow bothers me. He has a very large hard stick or something in his pants that rubs against me when we dance. I cannot figure out what it must be, because I know it can't be what I might think it is-a very huge dick. It is just too long and big to be that. So I don't know what it could be." She startled me by saying. " Ooops, I thought. Could that be a huge dick? But what else could it be I thought? I didn't know what to say and she had already walked away before I could reply anyway, but I felt we were about to have a problem. If that was what I thought it was and he was that turned on by Mary and she was getting turned on, we definitely had a problem.

However, I couldn't deal with it right away because I got very busy again. I did notice that Johan and Mary went out to a balcony for a while but I couldn't tell what they were doing or how long they were out there. Anyway, I found a very attractive young lady who was very much interested in entertaining Johan, ( I didn't ask her how she wanted to entertain him because she seemed very anxious to get with him). So I directed her to Joahn and Mary to take Mary's place. She almost ran there to grab Joahn. But Johan didn't want Mary to leave him and It appeared that Mary didn't want to leave Johan. Oh, Oh problem. Mary came over to me while Johan did one dance with Susan, the girl I had sent over. I noticed right away that Mary's blouse was unbuttoned.

"Why is your blouse unbuttoned?" I asked her knowing I was probably not going to like the answer.

"Johan unbuttoned it because I had to let him see my breasts after I demanded to see what he had in his pants. We went outside and he showed me the absolutist biggest dick I have ever seen and it was huge. I touched it also and wow, it is just the biggest thing I have held in my hands." She said giving me exactly what I did not want to hear. "So then I had to show him my breasts. That was part of my deal with him. So he unbuttoned my blouse and opened my bra so he could see them and touch them. He loves my nipples and I think I love his dick" she replied unexpectedly. "I also do not want any help with him tonight. We are doing fine" she finished.

"But that is outrageous" I said. " He shouldn't be feeling up my wife in my home." I said very incredulously.

"It is too late now" she told me, " He doesn't want anyone else either. Honey, I think he is going to fuck me." She said unbelievingly.

"What?" I almost yelled. "You're my wife. You can't fuck him."

"Dear, I love you very much and part of me doesn't want to fuck him but I know I am going to. I can't stop him and deep inside I know I want him to fuck me real bad. I want to feel that huge sweet dick inside me and I can't stop myself. So please don't try to stop me. I have to fuck him." She uttered.

I suddenly felt awful and realized that I had sat her up for this and now was going to have to pay for it. I couldn't stop her. I knew that. So I told her that I loved her and to do what she had to do and I would still love her. She then hugged me tight and went to the dance floor and cut in on Johan and the other girl. Johan then pulled her close and I knew it would not be long before they were fucking somewhere. After the dance, I saw them slip off to the back door and leave. I assumed that they might be going to a small guesthouse we had outside. It had a bedroom with a nice bath and spa as well, I knew that was where my wonderful wife was about to get the fucking of her lifetime and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

The party seemed awful dull after they left and I was anxious to see it end. It did, after about 3 more hours, during which my wife and Johan never came back. I had no idea exactly what they were doing but I knew they were fucking like mad. After the last guest left, I rushed back to the guesthouse and let myself in quietly. That didn't matter much because Mary was yelling so loud. She kept saying " OH yes, Fuck me again Please Johan. I want that cock all the way in. Oh yes cum in me". She had never talked to me like that. I walked back to the bedroom and saw Johan riding my wife in the missionary style and working very hard. He was pushing with all his might to get every inch of that chocolate bar into my wife and Mary was pushing right back. I had never witnessed a sexual event before but somehow was totally turned on by this scene. I couldn't figure how or why it turned me on but it did,. I had a raging hardon and started stroking it as I watched fascinated. In just a few minutes I could tell Johan was cumming deep inside her as they both totally tensed up. I came also shooting all over the rug.

They held that position for a few minutes while he shot his load inside her and then gradually pulled out. They then saw me, and Johan looked at me strangely until he saw my dick out. " Oh you are turned on. Good. I was worried that you might be very unhappy with us. But Mary is so sexy and I just couldn't help wanting to fuck her. I hope you are Ok' he stated. Mary looked at me sort of strangely also but I could tell she was one very happy satisfied woman. " Well, I was very upset at first, but then realized that I couldn't do anything about it and I think Mary will still love me after this so I came to watch. Then I saw how fantastic it looked and got totally hot. I loved watching. So don't let me stop you". I said unbelievably. Mary just smiled and moved over some and told me to come join them. She then told Johan to show me that huge dick. He did and I was absolutely dumfounded. I had never seen anything like it either. I couldn't help myself. I had to touch it. It was so smooth although coated with Mary's juices. Johan moved it a little closer to me and for some crazy reamister I bent down and started licking it. It felt good and so tasty. I then moved it into my mouth as Johan and Mary started kissing. I cleaned it good and the felt Mary's mouth on my dick. Johan tensed and shot a load into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. I then moved to Mary's pussy, which was filled with Johan's cum and started cleaning her up. That started a whole new round. After I cleaned her good, She wanted Johan inside her again and they went at it a little slower this time. What a night!!.

Johan stayed with us the rest of the week and fucked Mary in our bed so often I couldn't keep count. He said Mary was by far the net fuck he had ever had and wanted more, more, more. Mary said, yes, yes, yes, please fuck me more, more. I agreed and got plenty of sex myself. Johan made the deal with our company and we became rich. We travel back and forth between here and South Africa quite often continuing to share in each other's delights. Mary has had two black babies and one white young. We love them all the same. Mary has now tasted many black dicks since Johan decided to share her with some of his friends the first time we visited him. She did it gladly. I learned that I loved to suck those big black dicks and there are plenty of them available there. WE sometimes go to swinger parties' where the men are mostly black and have gone to a few Mandingo trips. We also visited another African country we had heard about where the men ere very brazen and tried to fuck all the white women who came there. We were easy and gave in right away so Mary could really enjoy it. She was fucked in the cab we took from the airport by the driver of the cab and a local policeman, that stopped the driver for speeding. We love out new life style.

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As I pulled in our driveway Donna was talking to a very attractive blond woman who was holding a baby. I walked over to them and Donna introduced me to Lori. Lori was a knock out. She was 5'6" with a nice shape although I thought she needed to work on her waist.

While we were talking, a very striking tall black man came striding toward us. Even before he spoke, he seemed to have a very commanding air about him. He shook my hand and in a deep commanding voice said Hello I'm Arthur, Lori's husband. His British accent was more pronounced than Lori's. As we talked, I found myself totally captivated by his magnetic permisterality.

Donna was hanging on his every word acting like a school girl who had just met her idol. I have to admit Lori was appealing to me too.

Donna found her voice and invited them for dinner tomorrow. As Donna turned toward me to go back to our house, I could see her nipples poking her tee shirt out like her boobs had sprouted thumbs. Teasingly I said he turned you on didn't he.

Donna blushed and looked down at her hard nipples and said I guess I can't deny it. I hope I wasn't too obvious. Laughing I said you only undressed him and had sex with him while we talked.

Donna took a playful swing at me as she said "I did not. But now that I think about it."

That night after our two kids were in bed Donna was all over me. I grabbed her and carried her to our bed in no time we undressed each other and without any preliminaries my hard cock plunged into her dripping wet pussy.

Donna hadn't been this hot since I got her pregnant with our youngest. ( I've had my tubes tied since. ) She was a wild woman grabbing at my ass telling me to fuck her harder. I didn't care what the source of her inspiration was I was going to enjoy it.

To my surprise Donna came before I did and continued to fuck me with all she had. As my balls tensed up and sprayed my come in her pussy she came for the second time. Afterwards we were laying in each others arms talking and jokingly I said who were you thinking of when we were having sex, Arthur? Without thinking she said yes then she tried to cover it up.

For years we had talked off and on about swapping but had never found the right people and the only birth control we have ever used was Donna's diaphragm or a rubber.

I said, tell me truthfully do you want to swap with Arthur and Lori. Excitedly she said, do you mean it. To which I nodded yes. We'll have to go slow to see how they feel and I'll need a new diaphragm she added. I kissed her in reply and said good night.

In the morning it was the usual routine, grab breakfast and off to work. Things at work were so hectic that I forgot dinner with Arthur and Lori until Donna called just before 5:00.

She said instead of a formal dinner we decided on a barbecue. Annie, her younger sister was going to come over to watch the kids so we could relax in the pool.

On the drive home I stopped and got the things Donna wanted. I was also thinking about her and her family and one unusual trait all the women in it share. Donna's lady was a professional wet nurse until she was in her late thirties. When Donna turned 18 her milk came in and Annie's milk had just come in too. The doctors didn't know why but when they were told, they could give them medication to stop it they all said, no way. To which I'm glad because I love takeing Donna's milk.

Donna says her boobs make so much milk than her lady talked her into joining a milk bank. Even with her giving milk to me and our kids she still has more than enough for others.

Since the baby started relaxing through the night Donna will wake me about 3:00 in the morning to suck some milk out and relive the pressure until its time to get up. She says it's a mixed blessing because now her boobs make so much milk they refill every two to three hours. On the other hand she loves it because she says it's the greatest feeling to have someone nursing from her super sensitive nipples. ( She often has multiple small orgasms when nursing ) A side affect of all the attention her nipples get is they have grown much larger and do indeed resemble two small thumbs in size when hard. ( Enough of that, back to the story )

When I got home, Donna had just finished nursing both kids and completely draining her milk. Her nipples were so hard they felt like two rubber spikes digging into my chest as she hugged me. She cupped a boob and proudly told me that she drained them so they wouldn't leak during dinner. It was plain to see that they had seen a lot of action.

I bent and kissed them then before changing for dinner. Donna announced that bathing suits and tee shirts was dress code. She grinned as she said this is to keep things relaxed.

Playfully I smacked her butt and said I know it's a conspiracy you women just want to tease us with your sexy bodies. Donna laughed in response as she put on her bathing suit, if you can call three small triangles and some strings a bathing suit.

Last night you said lets take it slow. With that thing on you sure don't leave much to the imagination. Donna just smiled and shook her boobs as she slid a tee shirt over her head. Even the damn tee shirt didn't do much to tame to sexuality oozing from her.

I found myself anxious to see her in Arthur's strong black arms and judging by her actions she was too.

As we walked out of the bedroom, Annie knocked as she let herself in. Annie scooped up both kids and covered them with hugs and kisses making them laugh and giggle. She grinned as she said just remember to throw a steak on for me.

The door bell rang and I opened it to greet Arthur and family. We all milled about meeting everyone. I saw Donna and Lori step off to the side talking, then they returned with big smiles and Donna whispered something to Annie and her face lit up.

I led them on a quick tour of the house and then out to the pool where everything was set up. Annie disappeared into the house with all three happy kids. It was as if someone threw a switch the way Arthur and Lori's behavior changed. Arthur began by complimenting Donna on how good she looked. Saying she couldn't possibly be the lady of two kids and still look so good.

Lori smiled as she said I'm a bit of a disadvantage in the looks' department as my second is just starting to show as she patted her belly.

My eyes were takeing in her body as I said Pregnant women are both beautiful and sexy and you qualify in both departments. Lori beamed at that and I noticed Arthur nod his agreement.

I got up and put the steaks on the grill and Arthur joined me in conversation. As we talked, Arthur took charge of the conversation which led to him taking control of the evening.

Control had shifted to Arthur and I was just there to do his bidding. During dinner the tone of the conversation changed from sexual innuendoes to bold open talk not leaving any suDonnaect untouched.

To my surprise he openly verbally seduced Donna as Lori and I watched. I thought Lori would stop Arthur's obvious flirting but she seemed amused with it and encouraged it. With dinner over I started to clear the table and Lori pitched in. Arthur had Donna totally captivated and the two of them appeared to forget we existed.

Lori and I had carried a load of stuff in the kitchen when Lori turned to me and started to apologize for her husband and me for Donna. I stopped her, telling her I knew this might happen We stopped and laughed then Lori said don't blame Donna she doesn't stand a chance Arthur is a professional at seducing white women like myself.

He has no interest in black women but considers it his duty to seduce all the white women he can. I knew this when I married him. Sometimes I even set him up with new women. Her voice got very soft as she said eventually he will talk her into having his baby if you don't stop him.

My voice sounded very far away as I said How do I stop him, he already had her under his control. Lori responded by telling me that all I had to do was tell him that Donna belonged to me and she was off limits. If you say anything else, he will ignore you and keep going.

I was quiet for a minute then asked. What about you, what do you do while he seduces my wife? Cheerfully she said, keep you company while we watch, if you want or whatever, it's up to us. The only thing I'm not allowed to do is let another man gets me pregnant. He wants to do all the baby making.

Deep in thought I led the way back out to the pool just as Donna stood up and removed her tee shirt in preparation for going in the pool. Arthur too removed his shirt reviling a muscular chest and a very large bulge in his trunks. The two of them didn't even know we were there as they checked each other out.

Wordlessly they went to the pool. Donna stepped on the diving board and pranced out on it showing off her sexy body. She reached the end of the board and did a fancy dive that I knew would rip her top off and maybe her bottoms as well. Arthur dove in after her before she had even surfaced and the came up together in the middle of the pool.

Sure enough her top was floating back where she had entered the water. I stood mesmerized by the scene. They were now embracing as then the rest of the bathing suits floated to the surface.

Hurriedly I gathered the rest of the dishes up and went back in the kitchen. Lori followed me in. Setting the dishes in the dishwasher, she asked me to take her to check on the kids.

Annie was watching tv with the two babies nursing on her milk filled boobs. She gave us a dreamy smile and waved to us to leave.

Lori said she's kind of young to have a baby. I chuckled and told her about Donna's family heritage. Lori looked at me as she said my milk came in with Nicki and has shown no signs of letting up yet. Arthur has told me he intends to keep me pregnant for some time yet. He came from a large family and wants one of his own. That fine with me I love being pregnant.

When I got home from my checkup after having Nicki, Arthur asked if the doctor said we could have sex. When I said yes, he ripped my clothes off and stuffed his big black sperm hose in my pussy. My pussy welcomed his wonderful cock and soon he was filling my womb with more of his potent sperm. The reverence and lust in her voice was enough to make my cock stir in response.

My mind began to race with visions of a huge black cock plunging in and out of Donna's pale blond pussy. Almost in a daze I walked toward the pool. I felt Lori's touch on my arm and turned to her. She asked if Donna was on birth control. When I shook my head no, she asked when she had her last period. I though for a minute then told her. She gripped my hand and said she's already pregnant. He pumped his first load in her in the pool and unless I miss my guess he's working on filling her again out of the pool.

Sure enough when we opened the door to the pool I saw and heard them. Donna had her legs wrapped around his ass and was whimpering in-between grunts that she made every time Arthur's huge black cock hit the bottom of her pussy. As I got closer, I couldn't believe just how huge his cock is. I could see why Lori called it a sperm hose and I could see he had the balls to go with it. I wouldn't have believed she could get something so big in her. Her pussy lips were stretched tightly as his plunging cock whipped their juices into a white froth.

I was so caught up in the action I didn't realize Lori was at my feet until she pulled my trunks off and stuffed my whole cock in her mouth. I glanced down to see she was now nude and fingering her pussy as she sucked me. I felt my balls start to rumble as Arthur shifted his pace. He was now fucking Donna with a grinding motion and his balls looked like they were ready to fire another blast of sperm deep into my wife's fertile womb. Arthur's ass tensed up and Donna made an natural sound. My balls responded by filling Lori's mouth with my juice.

Beyond any doubt I knew Donna was going to have his baby and his monster cock would have ruined my chances of ever satisfying my wife with my cock again.

Strangely instead of being mad or angry I was oddly excited. Maybe my emotions were clouded by Lori's excellent cock sucking but I didn't care. Lori stood up and whispered in my ear for me to go to my wife when Arthur got off her and show her I still loved her.

I knelt down beside them as he eased a cock out of her that would have made a horse proud. His piss hole was still oozing huge gobs of sperm as Arthur said with a big grin she makes my cock sing I'm going to enjoy making babies in her.

My original intention was to kiss her and suck on her boobs but I found myself between her legs licking her hugely dilated pussy. Weakly, Donna said, Bruce, I'm going to have his baby. She didn't say any more she just stroked my head as I licked her clean. Several times my tongue touched her clit sending orgasmic spasms through her body.

After a while Lori whispered in my ear, Come Arthur is ready again. Come keep me company. As I got up Donna gave me a dreamy smile as her eyes focused on me then she said, hold my hand while he fucks me again. I sat at her side and watched as her pussy lips stretched to swallow his sperm hose.

Donna in a strange voice-said look how much his wonderful cock stretches me. I can feel every vein and the head kisses my cervix, making my pussy go nuts. He's so much bigger then you I'll never be able to feel you again.

I kissed her as Arthur began to pump her. I squeezed her hand as I said I know, it's all right. I'm happy to suck your pussy and take your baby milk. She squeezed my hand again as she told me to be a good host and keep Lori entertained. I hesitated but she insisted she was fine and needed for Arthur to fuck her more - a lot more.

Lori took my hand and led me over to another pad. She said Donna tells me you are very good at sucking pussies and boobs come and show me. Until well after midnight I was either between Lori's or Donna's legs, sucking on their pussies and clits. I learned Lori is a better cock sucker then Donna but Donna's nipples are more fun to suckle.

At one point during the evening Donna needed to go to the bathroom and she asked me to carry her to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet she felt Arthur's sperm dripping out of her pussy she asked me to hold her pussy closed to keep it in. To my amazement I did, even as she pissed on my hand. I even wiped her before carrying her back to Arthur. When we returned, Lori was sitting between his legs lovingly sucking and licking his balls.

This time Arthur, asked Donna to get on her hands and knees and told Lori and me to milk her like a cow as her fucked her.

Lori wrapped her hand around one of Donna's boobs and a I went to work on the other. As Donna's milk spirited out her whimpering raised to new heights. Donna began chanting yes, yes, yes. It seemed that no matter what Arthur did Donna loved it.

Finally Arthur decided he had enough fucking and it was time for him and Lori to go home. I carried Donna into our bathroom and gave her a shower and put her to bed. She was a relax before I turned out the light.

As I started to crawl into bed, I remembered Annie. I went to check on her and found her sound arelax with Suzie arelax on her boob. I went and cuddled up to Donna and fell arelax.

In the morning I woke up when I felt Donna stir. She had pushed her covers off and was checking out her pussy. When she noticed I was awake she asked me to get her a mirror.

Returning I saw a big wet spot on the bed where Arthur's sperm had leaked out. I handed her the mirror and watched her as she examined her pussy curious to see if she had second thoughts. She did wince a little as she pulled her outer lips apart to look in. A lot of the swelling from last night had gone down but she was still quite red and still dilated. I looked at her and said my cock couldn't fill you now. She set her mirror down and pulled me into her arms. She kissed me for a long time then she said my heart will always belong to you but after last night my pussy belongs to Arthur. I hope you can accept that.

Without a word I slipped from her arms and slid down her body kissing her boobs then moving down to kiss her belly before moving down to suck on her pussy. There was still a little of Arthur's sperm leaking out!

She moaned that feels so good I hate to have you stop but I have to pee. Instead of getting up I cupped my mouth over her pussy and waited. Donna started to squirm and repeated that she had to pee. Our eyes met as I sucked hard. Donna's eyes took on a new sparkle as she said are you sure?

At first it was just a few spurts then she let it go as I sucked for all I was worth. A half hour later I was back in her arms as I whispered "As long as I can have that."

Donna hugged me hard and sobbed with relief and joy. I found myself with a new interest in her body and everything related. Donna patted my head and told me she had to go and feed the kids before her boobs burst.

I finished in the bathroom and stepped into our bedroom to see Annie standing there. She was still topless, her hard red nipples pointing at me. She said it looks like you will be needing another crib. I felt her eyes travel to my soft cock then she said I can see why Donna had given her pussy to Arthur. Relax. I'm not going to broadcast it all over. All I could think to say was thank you.

I put some clothes on and wandered into the kitchen to get some breakfast. Donna was nursing both kids. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat when Annie came in she came over and rubbed her boobs against my face as she asked if I wanted some milk in my coffee.

Donna chuckled at our game, a game she liked to play ever since her milk came in. Donna warned Annie not to tease me about what happened last night or she couldn't come over any more.

Annie popped a milky nipple in my mouth. She said hell Donna. I've been trying to figure out how to stretch my pussy so I could begin to take Arthur's monster and join you.

Teasingly Donna said what's the matter isn't your boy friend able to satisfy you? Annie said not like you got it last night.

Donna got a dreamy look as she said you don't want to fuck him because if you do no normal man will ever satisfy you. I couldn't even feel Bruce's cock now. Until meeting Arthur I had always prided myself on being better equipped than most. )

I got up and left them talking about Arthur and went to do my weekend chores. As I was working in the yard, Lori came over. Smiling she asked me how I felt about last night.

I thought about it and said it's done and we can't go back. Donna is ecstatic and says her pussy will never be the same. I love Donna and am glad she's happy.

Lori came closer and softly said would you do it again. I nodded yes as a felt myself blushing. Just talking about it in an indirect way was making my balls tingle. I eyed her and said how about you.

Lori was wearing an oversized man's tee shirt and she raised the hem of it as she said Oh I get what I want. You see this just adds to our relationship. As my eyes roved down to her belly, I could see she had fresh sperm dripping down her legs. She said as you can see he has a huge appetite for sex and I know I can't take care of him by myself.

Is Donna up? I'd like to talk to her.

I told her to go on in. She kissed me and patted my ass as she headed into the house wiggling her sexy ass.

A while later Arthur came over and offered me a beer. We sat and talked about everything except Donna. I was finding that I liked the man and respected his successes. I found I wasn't mad or jealous of him but I did wish I could be more like him yet knew I would never get close. As we parted, he told me he would be over tomorrow night after dinner.

After dinner Donna and I got the kids to bed and we talked for hours about the changes in our life style and our relationship. We wound up in bed and a long session of oral sex where she made love to my cock and balls with more passion then she had ever done before. Just before going off to relax she promised to never forget that I had been the one to allow her to have sex with Arthur and would always make sure I was taken care of.

Sunday I was watching a ball game when the phone rang. Donna answered it after talking for a minute she asked me to keep an eye on the kids and said she was going over to Lori's. I hadn't bothered looking at her or I would have known that she was going to get fucked instead of talking to Lori.

About and hour later Lori knocked on the door and said Donna wanted me. She had her baby with her and said she would watch my kids until I returned.

I let myself in and headed toward Arthur's bedroom. I was greeted by the sight of Donna lying on top of Arthur with is big black sperm hose firmly wedged deep in her pussy.

In a voice thick with sex she said Arthur wants me to show you how well I can ride his wonderful cock. There was already a ring of white froth ringing his cock as she started to rock her hips back powering his sperm hose in and out. My cock sprung to attention as I watched in deep fascination.

Slowly she sat up whimpering loudly as she lowered her pussy down over his sperm hose, incredibly powering all of him in her.

I wouldn't have believed she could have taken anything so large in her previously tight pussy. She raised up part way and said come closer and see how much he stretches me. His cock feels as big as a baby's head and it goes so much deeper then yours. Come play with me as I ride his cock.

My face, inches from their joined crotches I saw how tightly her pussy was stretched and how her lips were pulled in and then out by this huge black pole. MY fingers found their way to her clit and she went into a wild frenzy as I teased it. Suddenly her body went stiff and she howled like an natural as Arthur grunted and jammed his hips up against her as she dropped her pussy hard against his shooting cock. Gently my hand cradled his massive balls as they pulsed, shooting his potent sperm deep in my wife's womb in search of an unfertilized egg.

As if in a trance I found myself moving between their legs and my face in their crotches licking their union. I don't know how long I laid there sucking and licking but I did bring them both to climaxes.

Then I was on the bed facing up with Donna straddling my mouth draining Arthur's sperm into it. Arthur proudly informed me that his balls like my wife's boobs fill quickly and need to be drained regularly or they begin to hurt.

I heard a strange voice say the door will always be open for you. ( It was my voice! ) Twice more I watched him pump huge blasts of sperm in my wife as I cupped his massive balls encouraging his sperm to shoot into my wife's womb.

After they finished, I carried Donna home and thanked Lori for watching our kids. She kissed both Donna and I as she went out the door.

From then on hardly a day went by that Arthur didn't come and use Donna's pussy to ease the sperm build up in his balls.

Soon Donna's belly and boobs began to swell and I found myself kissing it and lovingly caressing them.

I was delighted to feel the baby growing in her and found myself worshiping Arthur's magnificent cock and looking forward to his regular visits. Often when I would come home from work Donna would greet me with Arthur's sperm dripping down her legs and her nipples poking out like fingers. She would always hug and kiss me letting me taste and smell his sperm in her mouth.

Arthur's appetite for Donna's pussy increased as her belly grew and he seemed to really enjoy Donna's and Lori's pregnant bellies.

With her growing belly Donna had to pee more often. Not wanting to interrupt her fucking sessions sometimes she would call me to come and take her pee. She would always tell me that it was good for me. A lot of the times she would keep his cock stuffed in her pussy as she pissed in my gulping mouth.

During the ride home from the hospital with Donna and the baby I asked her if she was going to let Arthur knock her up again. She gave me a pleading look as she said as often as we can afford.

A month later I took Donna to the doctor for her checkup and when he told her it was ok to have sex again. She was delighted and ignored him when he talked about birth control. As She walked out of the doctors, office she said I'll be seeing you soon.

In the car, she called Arthur on the cell phone to give him the news. She said Hi! My belly is ready for another baby how about coming over tonight.

The thought of it and listening to her talk to him had my cock dripping in my pants. I was so busy dreaming about her getting knocked up by Arthur's big black hose I almost ran a red light

As they watched the video, they heard Cheryl laugh, "My god you two are horny today. Give a girl a change to get naked before you screw her! I've been waiting for this all week. Ralph is such a piece of dog cuckolds brownie in the sack. I just love getting fucked by the two of you. I hope you plan to DP me today. I just love that full feeling. It's so evil and exciting."

They heard Chad, as he began to play with her breasts, say, "So Ralph can't meet you needs, my fine little slut?"

"No way. He's such a dufus in bed. I'd love to try and teach him some of this stuff we do, but it would make him suspicious. He's a boring lover, but he is my boring lover. I do love him, but I need this wanton sex you guys give me. Now shut up and start working on me."

With that the scene became one of naked seething bodies. Most of the possible positions of the Kuma Sutra had to on the video.

I waved to my lawyer to flip it off. "So Cheryl, what is it you want this dufus to understand? That I can't satisfy you? Or Chad and Gleamister are much better sex partners than I am? That you LOVE me?

You have sex with other men, so you can't possibly respect me. If you have no respect for someone, you could never possibly love that someone. Now, I'm filing for divorce under the grounds of adultery. I want to take everything but my lawyer tells me that even as slimy as you are, the court will want you to have at least 25%. So that is my offer, and be damn glad I just want this over quickly and get your cheating ass out of my sight."

With that I got up and called the guard to take me back to my cell. As I left I saw my attorney hand Cheryl her walking papers. Later that day I was released as Chad had dropped his charges and I reciprocated.

That day at the jail was also the last time I saw or talked to Cheryl. At least, until one year ago. But let me finish bringing you up to date before telling about how Cheryl came back into my life.

I'd made a fairly good success out of a little business. I now employed four electricians and two general service maintenance men that performed a wide variety of projects for people with older homes needing upgrades. Since the economy had gone down the dumper people stayed in their current homes instead of moving up to a newer home. So many people now did add-ons and renovations to their existing homes. My company provides services to these clients.

For several years after my marriage to Cheryl had imploded, I didn't want much to do with women. Oh, I still went out and would seize on a woman giving me the eye for one night stand and then promise to call and immediately throw her phone number away.

Then one day I met "her". Francine was her name. A pretty little 5 foot 4 inch brunette with a great body and three degrees from institutions of higher learning. Smart, beautiful, sexy -- and seemingly interested in me. I was attending a trade show in Las Vegas on new "must have" electrical items every home needed. Actually they were all mostly bullcuckolds brownie but, with a 100% markup in the Manufacturers' Suggested Retail Price, a small company such as mine could make easy money from selling these items to a homeowner during renovation.

I was standing at one booth listening to a manufacturer's rep spouting horse manure about how their new air filtration system was indispensable in the modern world with its terrible air pollution problems. Suddenly, I heard a soft female voice next to me say, "What a bag full of goose crap. This guy is a real ass."

I turned and looked into the prettiest pair of brown eyes I'd ever seen. These eyes were set into the most beautiful face I'd ever seen. When she smiled her face lit up and my heart skipped a beat. She pointed at the man speaking and stated, "He's doesn't know his ass from his elbow. Half of his facts are wrong and the other have are suspect. I wouldn't sell one of these systems to my worst enemy."

I smiled back at her and replied, "I agree. He lost me as a customer when he misstated the atmosphere carbon increase percentages."

She stared at me and said, "My, you know those stats? Very impressive."

I impulsively asked, "Would you like to do some lunch?"

She seemed to hesitate. I continued on the offensive, "My name is Ralph Larmister. I own a small electrician and home renovation company. And you are?"

She smiled extending her hand, "My name's Francine Doyle. I'm an architect. I design homes for the super rich."

We shook hands and then I repeated, "So Francine. How about some lunch? This hotel has a superb Wolfgang Puck's."

She smiled again and stated, "Well, I am hungry. Are we going Dutch treat?"

"Sure. We'll split the check." I replied.

"Then Mr. Ralph Larmister, let's go." She said as she wrapped her arm through mine.

We had a pleasant lunch and began to know each other. I found out about her family with her three brothers and two sisters. I found out about her failed marriage. He'd cheated on her. She found out about my family of one sister. She learned about my failed marriage but none of the real gory details. We found out that we lived less than fifty miles apart.

I asked her to dinner but she said she already had plans. My heart dropped. She asked for a rain check until tomorrow night. My heart soared. "Okay, we'll go to the Pamplemousse Restaurant. It's a Las Vegas landmark and has a highly rated French cuisine." She gave me her hotel name and I told her I would pick her up at seven.

When she came down from her room to meet me in the lobby the next night, I was floored. She wore that "little black dress" you hear so much about. We had a wonderful time at dinner and then later at one of the all night dance clubs that Vegas is so famous for. From that night on we were an item. In our case, the phrase "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" didn't apply.

That night she invited me back to her room and we made slow sweet love. The scent of sex wafted through the room and increased the intensity of our couplings. We blew off the trade show the next day and the next. We would come up for air and order room service to regain our strength then plunge back into intense sex.

She blew me and swallowed my load several times, I ate her out to orgasm many times, we fucked tenderly and then roughly loving the intense feelings we achieved from both techniques.

Upon returning home, we were rarely apart for more than a couple of days at a time when one or the other of us has schedules that did not permit us to stay at each others house. Ten months later we made it official and became engaged. The wedding was set for June. It was announced in the newspaper.

Two weeks later, Cheryl re-enter our lives. I say our lives since Francine and I were now all but married.

I was pretty much a creature of habit. Each morning on the way to my office, I would stop at the local coffee shop and have toast and coffee as I caught up on the news. On this particular Monday morning I'd just sat down with my newspaper and breakfast when I heard a familiar voice, "Hello Ralph."

My body went tense. I'd know that voice anywhere. Cheryl! I looked up with the coldest stare I could muster. "What the fuck do you want you damn slut?"

She seemed undeterred, "Can I sit down for five minutes? I've got to say some things and I promise it'll only take me five minutes. Please?" She pleaded in an almost terrified tone, "I've been seeing mental health professionals and they say I have to try to get you to forgive me before I can forgive myself and start healing. I'd like to explain what happened and why it happened and seek that forgiveness from you."

I replied incredulously, "Do you seriously think I give a cuckolds brownie about what the state of your mental health is? Do you think I could ever forgive you for turning yourself into a cheating slut? I tell you what you bitch. I'll give you ten minutes to say your piece. If you promise to leave my life and never let me see you're cheating face again. Deal?"

"Okay." She answered in a quivering voice.

I stare at her. She was still a beautiful woman. Beautiful green eyes, red hair, and good figure.

She sat down and clasped her hands together trying to gather her thoughts. Several moments passed in silence and I finally said in an exasperated tone, "Well, you've wasted thirty seconds of your ten minutes. Either talk or walk. I really don't care which you do."

She inhaled startled by my sharp voice. She started. "First Ralph, I apologize to you for the hurt and pain I know you felt. I desire every bit of hatred and anger you want to heap on me. I fucked up big time back then and it took my world collapsing to realize it. When you walked in the bed room door that day my own heart was stabbed knowing what I had done to you. You, my poor innocent husband, who never did anything but love me."

She took a breath and continued, "Chad and I started going to lunch and then dinner when you were out of town. At first he was just being a friend to keep me company on those lonely periods when you were traveling. Then one night, we had gone to a nice restaurant for dinner then on to a night spot for some dancing.

I had no intent on cheating on you that night; it was really just friends going out for some fun. And he was your best friend so I felt very safe with him. We both had too much to take and in the cab on the way back to our house, we looked in each others' eyes and seemed to be drawn to a kiss. At first it was tentative but then it became almost sinful in its intensity.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as Chad moved his hand to my breast. I was horny as hell and he felt so good. His tongue probed my mouth and he smelled sweet and manly. At that moment I just wanted to be fucked. We stumred in our house and I pulled him by his hand to our bedroom.

It wasn't an intentional cuckolding mind you. It just seemed normal to go to our bedroom. We stripped each other, fell onto the bed, and had sex for what seemed like hours. It probably wasn't because we were so takes I'm sure we ****** shortly after our second coupling."

She stopped waiting for me to say something. I didn't, I was biting my tongue just wanting her to go away.

"When we woke up the next morning we were both in a panic. We had both cheated on you -- me as your wife and he as your best friend. We jumped out of bed and covered ourselves from each other and mumred apologies and promised it would never happen again.

Chad called a cab and left and I showered for over an hour trying to wash the smell of cheating off of my body. You came home that afternoon and I attacked you with make-up loving for weeks trying to make amends for what Chad and I had done. After several weeks had gone by and you seemed to have no idea what had happened, Chad and I both relaxed and things seemed to back to normal."

Adam called for Cheryl to bring up the boys. Cheryl had them strip down in the living room and she sucked them all hard so they would be ready for action when they walked into the bedroom and saw the little cunt lying on the bed.

The boys didn't hesitate when the saw the choice little piece of meat awaiting them. They each took turns in each of Francine's holes. They demanded much from her for several hours until none of them could get their dicks up again. In the middle of the fuck and suck session, Cheryl administered more haves to the hapless Francine. Soon she was avidly fucking and sucking back at the boys dicks.

She finally lay exhausted with cum covering her body and gushing in rivers from her orifices. Her hair had been used to wipe filthy dicks and lay matted on her head.

Cheryl let her relax for an hour and then grabbed her by the matted hair and dragged her to the shower. "Come on bitch, let's get you cleaned up. You have to go home to Ralph. Make sure he doesn't smell any sex on you. Make sure he doesn't know what a slut you really are."

Francine tried to reamister with Cheryl. "What good does this do you Cheryl? So you turn me into a slut. That just means Ralph will dump me just like he did you."

Cheryl said with conviction, "No! When he sees how easy you are turned, he'll forgive both of us. He has to! He has to understand I never meant to cheat on him. He'll see that when sees how easy you're turned into a cheater."

Francine tried one more time, "Cheryl, there's no way Ralph will forgive either of us. You've just damned me to lose him just as it happened to you. You're nuts, you need help. Let me help you before it's too late."

Cheryl walked over and slapped Francine's face as hard as she could. "Get the hell in the shower and get all of that slimy cum off and out of you. You smell like a cum dump."

Francine sobbed as she showered. She couldn't tell Ralph. She had acted like a complete tramp, a slut. He'd no more believe her than he'd believed Cheryl. She didn't know what she should do.

After cleaning up Francine was allowed to sit for a few minutes. She had to sit at angle because her ass was sore from where the four boys had, in turn, filled her ass with their cum. Cheryl turned on the video and showed her what she had said and done. She promised a copy would be in Ralph's hand by tomorrow unless Francine agreed to meet Cheryl at this same house at the same time next week.

Francine sobbed and nodded her head. She staggered out of the house and headed home. She took another long shower when she got home and began to prepare dinner for Ralph. She had to act like everything was fine. She couldn't lose Ralph. She had to cover all up of this and just go on.

That night Ralph wanted to have sex but Francine was sore and tired from her session that day, she asked for a rain check and said she wasn't feeling well, which was true.

It was four days later before Francine allowed Ralph to have sex with her again. By this point her body had healed and her orifices had more or less shrunk back to their normal size.

The next week Francine showed up at the house as Cheryl had ordered. Cheryl had ordered her to go to the mall and buy some very suggestive "fuck me" shoes, mini skirts and see through blouses. The ensemble was completed with dark stockings, a garter belt, split crutch panties, and a bustier bra.

Francine swung her legs out of her car and felt the cool air touch her pussy through the panties. She began to seep fluids from her pussy. My god, she thought, am I becoming a slut who likes this cuckolds brownie? Why am I getting so excited? It's wrong!

She knocked on door and a male voice said, "Come In". She opened the door and entered to find ten naked men in various levels of erection sitting around watching porn flicks on the big screen TV. One man with a very large and very erect penis walked over to her and pulled her close to him. He planted a juicy kiss on her and fondled her breasts through her flimsy blouse.

"My name is Rolf. Cheryl is upstairs in your favorite room waiting for you. I'll see you in a few minutes." He laughed as he stuck his finger into her wetness. He pulled it out and stuck it in her mouth. It was the first time she had ever tasted herself.

He released her with a slap on her ass and she headed for the bedroom where her cruel **** took place last week.

She opened the door and saw Cheryl lying in the bed stark naked. "Come in my little slut. Come here and service this cunt that owns you." Francine looked around and saw the same cameras as had been set up last week. Cheryl was recording her again for more blackmail material. Francine sighed, there was no way out.

Francine moved onto the bed and buried her face into Cheryl's crotch. She began licking and found the woman's clit. She took it in her teeth and nipped at it. Then she slid her tongue over the little nub that was now standing at attention. It only took a few minutes to get Cheryl off. She moaned and shook as she achieved orgasm. Francine back off and sat back on her folded legs as Cheryl came down from the intense sexual release.

Cheryl focused her eyes on Francine and murmured, "Damn girl, you know how to tongue a pussy. Thanks. Now get your ass over to the end of the bed and sit down with your hands folded in your lap. Cross your legs and hike that skirt up until it just covers your cunt. You'll look so chaste for the video. Chaste until the ten pimps sitting downstairs play their little game to see who will own you."

Francine did as she was told and Rolf and two other men entered the bedroom. One got on his knees behind her. Rolf and the other man sat on her right and left side respectively. They reached under Francine's blouse and grabbed a pert milky globe. They lifted her blouse and each began licking her nipples and tweaking them with their teeth.

The man on his knees behind her was tonguing her ear and whispering to her. What he was whispering was, "Oh baby. You're so hot. All men love your body. You just love fucking and sucking." He reached around and plunged a hypodermic into her arm. It was another cocktail of date **** haves.

In a short time she would be a horny slut begging for cock. The man kept whispering in her ear. Soon she believed what he said. Soon they had her stripped and she did beg to be fucked. Each individually took their turn with her. Then as a group they did her with one man in each orifice. Finally she begged for them for more men to fuck.

At this point the bedroom door opened and, led by Cheryl, in came the other seven men who had been downstairs. Cheryl leaned toward the nearest camera and said, "Francine, you asked me to whore you out and get you more men. I've done it. Each of these men paid $100 for your body. So open your legs, your mouth and your ass and give them what they paid for."

Francine had one rational thought before the sexual flood overtook her sanity again. She's now made me into a whore. Ralph will leave me for sure. I've got to break away somehow.

Francine spent the rest of the afternoon servicing the ten men. Two of them inserted their meat into her cunt at the same time. Her cunt was stretched beyond anything she had ever felt before. After this, two other of the men took turns fisting her, attempting to see how much of their fist they could jam into her. One man finally had his whole fist disappear into her insides.

He laughed and the other man said he'd won the bet and could take the bitch to her house and fuck her in her marital bed. Cheryl laughed and said if that was the bet, so be it. She led Francine naked and covered in cum to Francine's car and put her in the trunk.

She gave the car keys to the man who had won the fisting contest. He'd thrown on his clothes and was ready to make the pretty woman his bitch. Each of the men attending the party were pimps from the roughest sections of town. Each wanted the pretty woman as their bitch.

Cheryl looked at her watch and said, "Ralph won't be home for two hours. So take her there and fuck the cuckolds brownie out of her. Make sure there is cum all over their bed. Leave about a half hour before her loving fiance is due home. Give her this roofie before you leave." She handed the roofie to the man.

"I'd love to see Ralph's face when he walks in and finds his loving fiancée totally fucked out, lying in a cum covered bed, their bed, and her totally out of her mind on haves." Cheryl sneered. "Let's see if he can forgive her turning into a slut and whore."

"Oh yes, here are a couple of the videos of last week and today's session our little lady performed in. Make sure Ralph gets these."

The man did what Cheryl asked. When he left the house, the bed was wreck, covered in male juices and smelling of Francine's sexual arousal. She was a total mess, covered in drying cum and with her cunt lips bloated and hanging loose. It would be many days before her cunt return anywhere near normal. She lay on the bed moaning, "Yeh baby, let me suck your cock, fuck me up the ass, ram your fist in my cunt, use me, use me, I love it." The pimp had left a note saying he would be back for his property after Ralph cleaned her up and her pussy healed.

Ralph's Story —

This was the scene and sounds that Ralph was powerd to endure when he arrived home not twenty minutes later. His beautiful fiancée was now a whore for a pimp.

Ralph ran to the bathroom and threw up.

He dialed 911 and waited for them to take her away to the hospital before he fell to floor in tears. The next day he watched a portion of one of the tapes and was enraged to see Cheryl orchestrating Francine's fall from grace. He watched as she was given haves, being manipulated, and powerd into becoming a cum slut. He realized that Francine was an innocent victim of Cheryl's twisted thinking about getting forgiveness.

He stopped to think that maybe this is what had really happened to Cheryl. It was a horrendous way of making the point, but was it possible that Cheryl was just proving that her story was true?

He went to the hospital the next day and saw Francine. She sobbed and said he should leave her. He steadfastly refused. She was his fiancée and he knew she had been haveged and obligate into being a whore and a slut. He forgave her and said she would be his wife just as they intended. Francine smiled and hugged him. She asked, "Can you forgive Cheryl? I believe she is insane but what happened to me was a much larger version of what happened to her."

Ralph responded, "I don't know. She harmed you badly. She wounded us badly. She has done dreadful things in an attempt to get some form of forgiveness from me. She's warped and definitely insane. I'm giving the cops the videos and asking them to arrest her."

Two days later the cops found Cheryl and booked her on half a dozen felonies. Francine slowly recovered and seemed to be overcoming the terrible things that had been done to her. She returned home with me a week after entering the hospital.

Everything seemed fine for the first few days she was home. She was quiet and just wanted to snuggle a lot. I didn't push for sex since she had been so ***d the last few weeks.

Then I came home one evening and she was no where around and her car was gone. I waited a few hours and was really starting to worry. I'd checked voice mail for a message from her but there wasn't one. Finally I played back through messages received in the last twenty four hours and already played. That is when I heard that terrible message.

It was a voice I'd heard on the recording of Francine being given to a pimp as a prize in a bet. I'd remember his voice anywhere as he prided himself on pushing his fist inside Francine. He'd left a note claiming her and that he would back for her when she healed.

I listened to the message he'd left and my body shook in anger. "Baby. Get your ass over to the house. I got some studs for you to meet. Remember bitch, you're mine now. So get your ass over here. Don't make me come and get you."

So that is why I'm sitting here down the street from the house. I see my fiance's car parked in the driveway. I've seen half dozen men enter and leave. I'm sitting here listening to country music wondering what I should do. She willingly came back to the house. Maybe Cheryl was right. Maybe people can get caught up in things they can't get out of.

Can I forgive and forget?

With that thought I made the decision that it was over. I started my truck, put it in gear and headed for home. In my head, I still heard LeAnne Rimes singing that misterg.

And tell me now, How do I live without you? I want to know, How do I breathe without you? If you ever go, How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?

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My wife loves to take a man’s prick inside her, she craves the feeling and always has, she is now just 50 years of age. When this incident 1st happened, she was 46 years of age and even now only looks in her late 30's. I have encouraged Lynn to take many men, some as long term lovers, others as one night stands. Lynn absolutely loves the feel of a cock in her juicy pussy and a man between her spread open thighs.

Her latest encounter began a couple of days ago. Lynn has been at home following a major operation, and therefore she's been taking it easy for a couple of weeks. However, when I got in last night, she was positively glowing and she was wearing a short skirt and see through blouse, brown stockings and high heeled shoes. As I walked in the house she greeted me at the door and gave me a deep erotic kiss, I could taste another man’s cum on her breath, so I reached down and ran my hand over her cunt which was red hot and very moist, her fanny lips were very slack and juicy. Lynn broke off the kiss and said do you love me? how could I say no! Lynn then led me by the hand to the sitting room sat me down, took out my hardening prick and told me her news.

Lynn said that she met old George a couple of days ago as she was getting out of her car, she told me she was dressed in her knee length skirt which was unbuttoned up to her thighs as usual, a semi see through blouse and tan colored stockings, she said she could see George, who is in his late seventies, eyeing up her bare thighs and decided not to cover up and spoil his view. Whilst they were talking George asked Lynn why she wasn't at work and Lynn told him about her hospital visit. George said that if she got bored, she was more than welcome to come to his house, which was only 3 houses away and share a coffee, Lynn said that sounded nice and would put her shopping away and come and join him. Lynn said old George was like a spring chicken as he strutted down the street.

Having put the shopping away, Lynn took her bra and panties off, she doesn't like wearing them any way, but before shopping she'd visited the doctor's so wore them for that reamister. She then checked her hair was okay and walked to Georges house. Lynn said that has she reached his front door, which was open, George shouted for her to come in, which she did. George said he was in the kitchen, so Lynn walked through to join him. George apologized for the slight mess in the house, saying that his cleaner was on holiday and he wasn't much good at this sort of thing. Lynn told him it was ok and said do you want me to tidy up for you, it won't take long, George said that would be nice and that he was just going to take Scott his grandmister a coffee out to the garden where he was pruning the roses, Lynn watched out of the kitchen window has George approached a young man, who Lynn said that later George had said he was 19 years of age.

They went and sat in the front room, George in his favorite chair, Lynn on the settee, as she sat down her skirt fell open and George had another good view of her bare thighs as she sat sipping her coffee. Lynn said George had a twinkle in his eyes as he told her what a good looking woman she was and what wonderful thighs she had, Lynn smiled at George and told him he was a naughty boy, George said he hadn't been naughty for over 20 years, since his wife died, Lynn just smiled at him. They drank their coffee and Lynn went to make another pot, having made the coffee she took a cup through to George and said she was just going to take a cup of coffee to Scott in the garden and would be back shortly. She took Scott his coffee and said he couldn't keep his eyes off her tits, which were just visible through her blouse. Lynn began chatting to Scott about the garden, she was aware that he was starting to get a bulge in the front of his jeans and Lynn felt flattered that a 19 year old should find her sexually attractive.

Scott knelt down and said to Lynn what do you think of these roses, they are new and doing very well. Lynn sat down on her haunches to view the roses and was aware that her skirt had fallen open so that her bare thighs and stocking tops were openly on display to this young man, she said they were very lovely, Scott put his hand on Lynn's knee and said, there’s lots in the garden that’s better. Lynn smiled at him and stood up, she said she was going to take her coffee with George in the house, Scott said, he would join them. When they entered the house Lynn sat back down on the settee and Scott sat next to George on the floor with his back to the unlit fire, again, Lynn's skirt fell open and both men could see her thighs and stocking tops. They chatted until Lynn said that she must get home and prepare tea, for me.

The next day she visited George his Grandmister wasn't there, Lynn wore a shorter skirt and a see through blouse with tan stockings, she said George spent sometime looking at her thighs and she delighted him by opening her legs so that he could see her pussy hair. When she next went to make coffee, George followed her and whilst she was washing the cups, he put his arm around her waist and slowly moved it up to her tits, he mauled her right breast telling her how wonderful it was to feel a real woman’s tits, Lynn just turned to him and gave him a peck on the cheek and carried on washing the cups. George then began to grind his semi hard cock into Lynn’s arse, saying he hadn't felt this naughty with a lovely lady for ages. Lynn told George to behave and not get carried away. George said that she had been flashing her juicy pussy at him, how was he supposed to respond when a lovely woman gave him the cum-on.

Lynn turned to George who pressed his cock into her pussy mound she then said, just cos’ I don't like wearing panties and bra's doesn't mean you can take liberties with my body. Has she spoke George ran his right hand up her stocking clad legs to her thighs and on to her pussy. George said she was dying for a good slow satisfying fuck and he really wanted to feel Lynn's mouth wrapped around his cock, why else was she in his house dressed like a whore waiting for a tom to come along. George then placed his mouth over Lynn's and began to power his tongue into her mouth. Lynn parted her mouth and their tongues met at the same time George slipped 2 fingers up Lynn's waiting cunt.

Lynn said she just couldn't stop moaning with the pleasure George’s fingers were giving her pussy. She reached down and began to rub his cock, which she said was only about 7 or 8 inches long but very, very fat. Lynn then fumred to undo George’s zip and finally reached inside his trousers and took a hold of his cock, which she said was surprisingly hard for someone his age. Lynn eased George's cock from his trousers and clasped her hand around it, she said she could feel it pulse as she slowly worked her hand along it's length. George then placed his hands on Lynn's shoulders and slowly pushed her to her knees and said go on suck my cock, I want to feel you run your tongue along the whole length. Lynn said she took his cock between her lips but said she struggled with it's size, so she licked the full length with her tongue from George's balls to the purple head of his cock.

George held her head and called her a dirty slut and then told her to undo her blouse and take it off so he could see her tits and big nipples. Lynn said she just reached down and undid her blouse and took it off for him to see her tits. George called her a slut and said, I can see why you get lots of men friends coming to call, do they all fuck you like this. Lynn looked up at George and said, yes of course they do I love taking a hard prick, I am a slut, but a lovely slut, my husband loves to see me taking a hard cock and I love to feel one in my pussy, do you want to fuck me George. George reached down and began squeezing Lynn's tits, she thought she heard a movement behind her but could not see because George was still holding her head against his hard shaft. George then told Lynn to undo her miniskirt and take it off so he could see her big white arse and thighs framed in her stockings and suspender belt.

Lynn undid the buttons and pulled her skirt from around her waist and tossed it to one side, she looked at George and said is that better. George said that now she looked like a whore and that from now on whenever she came to visit, she had to remove her blouse and skirt and walk around in just her stockings and suspender belt for him. Lynn said what about Scott, surely not whilst he was there. as she spoke she felt a hard prick nudge her pussy lips, she tried to turn her head but George held it tight, she looked up at him and has she did so, she heard Scott say, you want me to loosen the sluts cunt for you Grandad. George said, go on mister, give the lady a good fucking so that she can take mine when you've got it all nice and juicy for me. Lynn moaned, has Scott eased his big cock head into her pussy, he then rammed the whole length into her making her cry out in pleasure. Lynn said it felt just as big as Georges hard prick as it invaded her pussy, she said she could feel it nudge against the entrance to her womb has Scott began to power his cock in and out of her cunt.

Scott built up a steady rhythm as he powerd his cock in and out of her cunt. Scott said she was a real lady slut and couldn't wait to fire his cum up inside her belly. All the time Lynn was moaning in sheer pleasure and running her tongue up and down the length of Georges prick. Lynn said that Scott seemed to take ages pounding her pussy, she had cum at least 3 times before he started to speed up and finally collapsed over her arse having shot his cum deep into her, she said she could feel his cock spurt 3 or 4 times splashing his cum all inside her juicy cunt. George then told Lynn to turn around and suck Scott's cock, has she did so, George felt her pussy from behind and then guided his cock head between her cunt lips, she said it felt so big and hard has he powerd his cock inch by inch up her pussy canal, eventually stopping when all 8 inches were embedded in her cunt.

George began to ease his shaft in and out of her pussy, Lynn said she just had 1 massive orgasm, which just kept coming and coming as George powerd his cock in and out. Lynn said she moaned in sheer pleasure has she sucked on Scott's throbbing rod whilst his Granddad fucked her pussy. Scott grabbed Lynn's head and held her still has he shot a load more cum into her mouth, Lynn swallowed it all but only just he came so much spunk. George just kept pounding away at her cunt, Lynn said she thought she would pass out at the number of orgasms she had, but it felt so good taking his cock. Lynn said eventually after about 20 to 30 minutes of thrusting his cock into her Lynn said George gripped her hips and lunged his cock into her and shot 4 loads of spunk deep into her waiting pussy. Has George shot his cum into her she said he called her a big titted white arsed slut and that she was going to take a lot more of his cock in the future.

George slipped his cock from Lynn's cunt and has he did so, Lynn slumped forward and laid face down on the floor. Her legs were wide open and George said he could see their spunk oozing out of her lips. Scott moved around to where his Grandad was stood and said she looked like a real whore, he knelt between Lynn's thighs and pulled her arse cheeks apart as he did so he pushed his cock head against her ring and tried to power it into Lynn's arse. Lynn wriggled and moaned, she has taken a cock up her arse before, but not one as big as Scott's prick. Lynn tried to stop him but Scott just powerd his cock into her arse and once it was in began to fuck her hard. Lynn continued to moan in pleasure as Scott said he was going to cum up her arse, Lynn just moaned as yet another orgasm hit her, finally Scott grunted and held still powering his whole prick deep into her as he shot his cum inside her.

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My wife loves to take a man’s prick inside her, she craves the feeling and always has, she is now just 50 years of age. When this incident 1st happened, she was 46 years of age and even now only looks in her late 30's. I have encouraged Lynn to take many men, some as long term lovers, others as one night stands. Lynn absolutely loves the feel of a cock in her juicy pussy and a man between her spread open thighs.

Her latest encounter began a couple of days ago. Lynn has been at home following a major operation, and therefore she's been taking it easy for a couple of weeks. However, when I got in last night, she was positively glowing and she was wearing a short skirt and see through blouse, brown stockings and high heeled shoes. As I walked in the house she greeted me at the door and gave me a deep erotic kiss, I could taste another man’s cum on her breath, so I reached down and ran my hand over her cunt which was red hot and very moist, her fanny lips were very slack and juicy. Lynn broke off the kiss and said do you love me? how could I say no! Lynn then led me by the hand to the sitting room sat me down, took out my hardening prick and told me her news.

Lynn said that she met old George a couple of days ago as she was getting out of her car, she told me she was dressed in her knee length skirt which was unbuttoned up to her thighs as usual, a semi see through blouse and tan colored stockings, she said she could see George, who is in his late seventies, eyeing up her bare thighs and decided not to cover up and spoil his view. Whilst they were talking George asked Lynn why she wasn't at work and Lynn told him about her hospital visit. George said that if she got bored, she was more than welcome to come to his house, which was only 3 houses away and share a coffee, Lynn said that sounded nice and would put her shopping away and come and join him. Lynn said old George was like a spring chicken as he strutted down the street.

Having put the shopping away, Lynn took her bra and panties off, she doesn't like wearing them any way, but before shopping she'd visited the doctor's so wore them for that reamister. She then checked her hair was okay and walked to Georges house. Lynn said that has she reached his front door, which was open, George shouted for her to come in, which she did. George said he was in the kitchen, so Lynn walked through to join him. George apologized for the slight mess in the house, saying that his cleaner was on holiday and he wasn't much good at this sort of thing. Lynn told him it was ok and said do you want me to tidy up for you, it won't take long, George said that would be nice and that he was just going to take Scott his grandmister a coffee out to the garden where he was pruning the roses, Lynn watched out of the kitchen window has George approached a young man, who Lynn said that later George had said he was 19 years of age.

They went and sat in the front room, George in his favorite chair, Lynn on the settee, as she sat down her skirt fell open and George had another good view of her bare thighs as she sat sipping her coffee. Lynn said George had a twinkle in his eyes as he told her what a good looking woman she was and what wonderful thighs she had, Lynn smiled at George and told him he was a naughty boy, George said he hadn't been naughty for over 20 years, since his wife died, Lynn just smiled at him. They drank their coffee and Lynn went to make another pot, having made the coffee she took a cup through to George and said she was just going to take a cup of coffee to Scott in the garden and would be back shortly. She took Scott his coffee and said he couldn't keep his eyes off her tits, which were just visible through her blouse. Lynn began chatting to Scott about the garden, she was aware that he was starting to get a bulge in the front of his jeans and Lynn felt flattered that a 19 year old should find her sexually attractive.

Scott knelt down and said to Lynn what do you think of these roses, they are new and doing very well. Lynn sat down on her haunches to view the roses and was aware that her skirt had fallen open so that her bare thighs and stocking tops were openly on display to this young man, she said they were very lovely, Scott put his hand on Lynn's knee and said, there’s lots in the garden that’s better. Lynn smiled at him and stood up, she said she was going to take her coffee with George in the house, Scott said, he would join them. When they entered the house Lynn sat back down on the settee and Scott sat next to George on the floor with his back to the unlit fire, again, Lynn's skirt fell open and both men could see her thighs and stocking tops. They chatted until Lynn said that she must get home and prepare tea, for me.

The next day she visited George his Grandmister wasn't there, Lynn wore a shorter skirt and a see through blouse with tan stockings, she said George spent sometime looking at her thighs and she delighted him by opening her legs so that he could see her pussy hair. When she next went to make coffee, George followed her and whilst she was washing the cups, he put his arm around her waist and slowly moved it up to her tits, he mauled her right breast telling her how wonderful it was to feel a real woman’s tits, Lynn just turned to him and gave him a peck on the cheek and carried on washing the cups. George then began to grind his semi hard cock into Lynn’s arse, saying he hadn't felt this naughty with a lovely lady for ages. Lynn told George to behave and not get carried away. George said that she had been flashing her juicy pussy at him, how was he supposed to respond when a lovely woman gave him the cum-on.

Lynn turned to George who pressed his cock into her pussy mound she then said, just cos’ I don't like wearing panties and bra's doesn't mean you can take liberties with my body. Has she spoke George ran his right hand up her stocking clad legs to her thighs and on to her pussy. George said she was dying for a good slow satisfying fuck and he really wanted to feel Lynn's mouth wrapped around his cock, why else was she in his house dressed like a whore waiting for a tom to come along. George then placed his mouth over Lynn's and began to power his tongue into her mouth. Lynn parted her mouth and their tongues met at the same time George slipped 2 fingers up Lynn's waiting cunt.

Lynn said she just couldn't stop moaning with the pleasure George’s fingers were giving her pussy. She reached down and began to rub his cock, which she said was only about 7 or 8 inches long but very, very fat. Lynn then fumred to undo George’s zip and finally reached inside his trousers and took a hold of his cock, which she said was surprisingly hard for someone his age. Lynn eased George's cock from his trousers and clasped her hand around it, she said she could feel it pulse as she slowly worked her hand along it's length. George then placed his hands on Lynn's shoulders and slowly pushed her to her knees and said go on suck my cock, I want to feel you run your tongue along the whole length. Lynn said she took his cock between her lips but said she struggled with it's size, so she licked the full length with her tongue from George's balls to the purple head of his cock.

George held her head and called her a dirty slut and then told her to undo her blouse and take it off so he could see her tits and big nipples. Lynn said she just reached down and undid her blouse and took it off for him to see her tits. George called her a slut and said, I can see why you get lots of men friends coming to call, do they all fuck you like this. Lynn looked up at George and said, yes of course they do I love taking a hard prick, I am a slut, but a lovely slut, my husband loves to see me taking a hard cock and I love to feel one in my pussy, do you want to fuck me George. George reached down and began squeezing Lynn's tits, she thought she heard a movement behind her but could not see because George was still holding her head against his hard shaft. George then told Lynn to undo her miniskirt and take it off so he could see her big white arse and thighs framed in her stockings and suspender belt.

Lynn undid the buttons and pulled her skirt from around her waist and tossed it to one side, she looked at George and said is that better. George said that now she looked like a whore and that from now on whenever she came to visit, she had to remove her blouse and skirt and walk around in just her stockings and suspender belt for him. Lynn said what about Scott, surely not whilst he was there. as she spoke she felt a hard prick nudge her pussy lips, she tried to turn her head but George held it tight, she looked up at him and has she did so, she heard Scott say, you want me to loosen the sluts cunt for you Grandad. George said, go on mister, give the lady a good fucking so that she can take mine when you've got it all nice and juicy for me. Lynn moaned, has Scott eased his big cock head into her pussy, he then rammed the whole length into her making her cry out in pleasure. Lynn said it felt just as big as Georges hard prick as it invaded her pussy, she said she could feel it nudge against the entrance to her womb has Scott began to power his cock in and out of her cunt.

Scott built up a steady rhythm as he powerd his cock in and out of her cunt. Scott said she was a real lady slut and couldn't wait to fire his cum up inside her belly. All the time Lynn was moaning in sheer pleasure and running her tongue up and down the length of Georges prick. Lynn said that Scott seemed to take ages pounding her pussy, she had cum at least 3 times before he started to speed up and finally collapsed over her arse having shot his cum deep into her, she said she could feel his cock spurt 3 or 4 times splashing his cum all inside her juicy cunt. George then told Lynn to turn around and suck Scott's cock, has she did so, George felt her pussy from behind and then guided his cock head between her cunt lips, she said it felt so big and hard has he powerd his cock inch by inch up her pussy canal, eventually stopping when all 8 inches were embedded in her cunt.

George began to ease his shaft in and out of her pussy, Lynn said she just had 1 massive orgasm, which just kept coming and coming as George powerd his cock in and out. Lynn said she moaned in sheer pleasure has she sucked on Scott's throbbing rod whilst his Granddad fucked her pussy. Scott grabbed Lynn's head and held her still has he shot a load more cum into her mouth, Lynn swallowed it all but only just he came so much spunk. George just kept pounding away at her cunt, Lynn said she thought she would pass out at the number of orgasms she had, but it felt so good taking his cock. Lynn said eventually after about 20 to 30 minutes of thrusting his cock into her Lynn said George gripped her hips and lunged his cock into her and shot 4 loads of spunk deep into her waiting pussy. Has George shot his cum into her she said he called her a big titted white arsed slut and that she was going to take a lot more of his cock in the future.

George slipped his cock from Lynn's cunt and has he did so, Lynn slumped forward and laid face down on the floor. Her legs were wide open and George said he could see their spunk oozing out of her lips. Scott moved around to where his Grandad was stood and said she looked like a real whore, he knelt between Lynn's thighs and pulled her arse cheeks apart as he did so he pushed his cock head against her ring and tried to power it into Lynn's arse. Lynn wriggled and moaned, she has taken a cock up her arse before, but not one as big as Scott's prick. Lynn tried to stop him but Scott just powerd his cock into her arse and once it was in began to fuck her hard. Lynn continued to moan in pleasure as Scott said he was going to cum up her arse, Lynn just moaned as yet another orgasm hit her, finally Scott grunted and held still powering his whole prick deep into her as he shot his cum inside her.

George picked up Lynn's miniskirt and blouse and told her to make some takes and bring them into the sitting room. Lynn eventually managed to stand and made the takes and took them to George and Scott, she asked if she could have her skirt and blouse to put back on but George said no and that from now on when ever she visited, she would have to take all her clothes off and just walk around in her stockings and shoes. George told her to come and stand by his chair, Lynn picked up her take and stood where George was pointing. Has she stood there, George kept feeling her thighs, tits and pussy, powering his fingers deep into her. For the next hour, Lynn catered for their every whim whilst dressed only in her stockings and suspenders, which she said was very erotic especially has both of them kept feeling her tits and cunt whilst she moved about. After she had tidied up the kitchen, she dressed and came home.

Today when she went to visit old George, he reminded her of the fact that she had to undress and stay in just her stockings and suspenders. Lynn took off her blouse and skirt and stood there whilst George had a good look, she asked where Scott was and George said he would be along in a couple of hours, in the meantime, she could take his cock out and suck him until he was hard enough to fuck her, Lynn knelt down between his legs and took his cock out and began running her tongue up and down his cock shaft. George told Lynn to finger her pussy so that it was nice and moist, Lynn pushed 1 then 2 fingers into her pussy and whilst sucking George's prick, reamed her own pussy, making her moan with ecstasy.

George told her to suck the end of his cock, and that he wanted to shoot his cum into her mouth, Lynn slipped his cock head into her mouth and started sucking his prick, George reached over and began pinching Lynn's nipples, which really gets her wet. George then grabbed Lynn's head and powerd more of his cock into her mouth has he shot his cum down her throat, Lynn said it made her gag, almost obligation her there was so much spunk coming from his prick. George let go of Lynn's head and told her to bend over the table so he could fuck her cunt from behind. Lynn stood up and straightened her stockings has she walked to the table, she then bent over the table and turned to George and told him to fuck her good and hard, and that she wanted to feel his spunk spurt into her cunt. Old George moved up behind her and dropped his trousers, Lynn then said she felt George part her arse cheeks and then felt the tip of his cock nudge against her cunt lips, George gave a push and Lynn said she felt his large fat cock slip deep into her pussy.

George began pumping his prick in and out of Lynn's twat, Lynn was moaning and telling George it felt really good to feel his fat cock inside her pussy. Lynn said she'd gone through 3 huge orgasms and still George hadn't shot his cum into her, he just kept fucking her cunt in a steady rhythm after about 10 minutes of George pounding his hard cock into Lynn's pussy, the door bell sounded and Lynn sighed as George pulled his cock from her cunt, he told Lynn to go to the door and see who it was, Lynn said it was probably Scott, but George said don't be a silly girl, he had is own key. Lynn said she couldn't possibly go to the door naked and with her thighs all covered in her own pussy juice, George just told her to be a good girl and do as she was told.

Lynn said she walked slowly to the door, not sure what to do or say, so she stood behind the door when she opened it and stood their was a parcel delivery driver who announced he had a parcel for George. George told Lynn to accept the parcel and sign the form, but Lynn told him she couldn't, so George told the driver to come through to the kitchen so he could sign, Lynn just said GEORGE, no, but George insisted, so the guy stepped in and seeing Lynn naked said nice tits love and walked through to the kitchen. George signed for the parcel and said she's a lovely cock hungry slut who comes round each day for a long fuck session, feel her pussy it's soaking, Lynn said no George, but George told her to be quiet and let the guy feel her cunt. Lynn sighed and moved over to George, who grabbed her tits and said open your legs so he can feel your cunt, Lynn shuffled her legs apart and the driver placed his hand between her thighs and felt her pussy, Lynn said the driver said to George, you lucky sod, what I wouldn't give to fuck that pussy, George said no problem then told Lynn to bend over the table and spread her legs so the driver could fuck her.

Lynn said she felt like a real nasty slut has she bent forward over the table, she said she felt the driver touch her arse cheeks then she felt the head of a cock nudge her pussy lips and slide deep into her cunt. Lynn said the drivers cock wasn't as big has Georges prick, but it felt real horny bent over a table letting a complete stranger poke his cock in and out of her fuck tube. George encouraged the guy to really fuck her pussy and to shoot his cum deep into her belly. Lynn was moaning as the guy started to speed up his strokes in to her. Lynn then said she told him to go on shoot your cum up my slut cunt, fuck me, make me cum, she then said the driver slammed into her and shot his load of spunk deep inside her. The driver then withdrew his prick from her pussy and pushing it back in his trousers, left the house.

Lynn stood up and said to George, that she felt real horny, she then kissed him whilst he reached under her and slid 3 fingers up her cunt. George told her that she was a randy little whore who loved to feel a hard prick between her thighs, Lynn just moaned and said she did. George told her to sit on the table and open her legs, so he could finish fucking her. Lynn sat on the edge of the table and spread her legs so that George could move closer and get his cock into her fanny. Lynn said she lent back on her elbows has she felt Georges prick slide back into her well fucked cunt. George took a hold of Lynn’s nipples and began squeezing them which made Lynn moan louder as George pounded her pussy with his fat cock. Lynn said she told him to shoot his spunk into her cunt and George said he intended to. Lynn said she wanted to feel his spunk spurt deep into her, George said that could be arranged as he slammed his meat into her. Lynn then said George started to speed up his strokes and again after 25 minutes or so, he slammed his cock into her pussy and stopped has his cock fired his spunk deep into her womb. Lynn said that at that point she'd had at least 5 more orgasms so far that day and was loving it.

George slipped his cock from her and playfully slapped her big white arse as he calls it and told her to go make some tea. Lynn said as she walked around, she could feel the mixed spunk of George and the driver trickle out of her cunt and run down her thighs. George came up behind her and slipped his fingers up her cunt from behind, Lynn said it made her shudder as he fingered her pussy and clit, bringing her to another orgasm. George playfully slapped her arse again and said hurry up with the takes slut. Lynn carried the takes through to the sitting room and George told her to stand by his chair so he could feel her pussy and tits, Lynn said she just stood there whilst George fondled and probed her very private areas as she drank her take. For the next 30 or 40 minutes, George had Lynn pose for her and kneel between his legs and suck his cock until he came in her eager mouth.

Lynn said it was whilst she was kneeling on the floor so that George could finger her cunt from behind that they heard Scott enter the garden, George told Lynn to go in the back garden and meet Scott so that she could take Scott to the Garden shed and fuck him. Lynn walked out into the back garden in just her stockings and shoes and greeted Scott with an erotic kiss. Scott rubbed his hands over Lynn's pussy mound and said that it felt like her cunt had already had some cock inside. Lynn said that she had, 2 in fact, Scott called her a fuck slut and grabbing her hand, led her to the potting shed. Once inside, he told Lynn to bend over the bench and walked up behind her and rubbed his cock head up and down her slit teasing her before shoving his prick deep into her cunt and fucking her until he shot his load deep into her.

Lynn said that Scott fucked her again up her arse shooting his cum in her before letting her return to the house so that George could fuck her whilst she sucked Scott’s cock until he came in her mouth. Lynn said that she had been at Georges house a good 4 hours and had enjoyed the attention her pussy had received and now she wanted me to sample her sloppy wet well fucked cunt. How can I refuse such a request. Bye the way, she still visit's George's house although more for her and Scott's benefit now.

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I can't believe that I let this happen. I certainly never planned on any of this occuring but I guess I have to admit that it was my fault. Maybe I should back up and tell you my story from the beginning.........

I had graduated from High School just a year or two earlier and I have to admit, I was never all that popular. I was not real good looking and I was just a bit on the chubby side so I never really had many dates. Then one night a friend invited me to a party at his house and that was when I met Elizabeth.

Liz was his cousin from a neighboring city and when he introduced me to her I was nervous as a cat. "Brandon", said my buddy, "This is my cousin Elizabeth, Liz meet Brandon, the guy who helped me make it through Senior English class!" We shook hands and Liz was friendly and as talkative as she could be, which was a good thing because I was totally speechless.

You see Liz was one of the most gorgeous young women I had ever seen. She looked a lot like Jennifer Love Hewitt but her hair and eyes were darker and more sultry. Her long dark brown hair hung just past her shoulders and her huge brown eyes sparkled with warmth as we chatted. She had a cute little button nose and huge pouty lips. As she spoke, her soft pink tongue would dart out and moisten her lips and I couldn't help but notice how straight and perfect her teeth were. She was wearing a very conservative pair of shorts and white dress shirt that was tied at her waist along with cute sandals. Even in her conservative outfit I could tell that she had a great figure with long tanned legs and a narrow waist along with a great butt and firm baseball shaped tits that were very high and proud on her chest. Her 5'3" body was as tight and sexy as it could be since she only weighed around 104 pounds dripping wet.

We really hit it off that night and soon I learned that Liz was just getting ready to graduate from a Private Girls school. I was going to be twenty that summer and Liz was just turning 18 so we had a lot to talk about, since we both liked the same kind of music and so forth.

Much to my surprise, the next day my buddy told me that Liz had asked about me and wondered if I was dating anyone special. I had never had any girl as gorgeous as her show any interest in me and I couldn't believe my luck. To make a long story short, we started seeing each other and that summer I asked her to become my wife and she accepted.

I was so proud of my beautiful young wife that I started carrying her picture in my wallet like many men do. I was always thrilled when someone would compliment me on her looks and I have to admit that I loved it when I would see other guys staring at her when they thought I wasn't looking.

I wasn't worried about Liz because she had never dated anyone but me and had been a virgin when we were married. I knew that there was no way she would ever be unfaithful to me and so I wasn't bothered by a few guys gawking at her. Also, she had never acted very interested in sex, even on our Honeymoon.

The first time we made love I came almost as soon as I put my cock inside her because I was so excited by the sight of her hot, tight young body. "Oh God Baby", I moaned, "It feels so good and you're so beautiful!" I groaned as I shot inside her for the first time. "Is that it?", she asked innocently, "Is it over already? People sure do make a big deal out of sex for no longer than it takes."

I didn't say anything to Liz but I knew that I just couldn't last long enough for it to be any good for her. Also I had seen some of the other guys in the shower at gym class and I knew that my cock wasn't near as big as most of them. I decided that as long as she was happy I would just keep quiet and enjoy it.

So things were really great. I had a lovely young wife and we were as happy together as we could be. One day on the way home from work I was at the Mall and walked past a womens clothing store and saw a display of really sexy bikinis in the window. There was one that was really hot and I could feel my cock swell in my pants at the thought of Liz wearing it. It was a blue flowered string bikini that tied behind the neck and had a cute little string bow on either side of the panties. I couldn't resist and I bought it even though I knew I would have a heck of a time getting my shy wife to wear it for me.

Later that night, after dinner, I took the package into the livingroom and handed it to Liz, saying, "Surprise! I got this because I knew how great you would look in it!" When she pulled the tiny blue bikini out of the bag she got a funny look on her face and then started giggling. "Brandon!", she said with a red face, "I could never wear something like this to the beach and you know it. I would be half naked!"

I begged her to try it on and finally she consented to try it on just once but said she would only wear it in our house and never to the beach. I waited in excitement as she went in the other room to put it on and then I heard the bedroom door open and looked up as she walked down the hall.

She peeked nervously around the corner of the wall and said, "Shut those curtains Brandon, you don't want the neighbors to see me in this do you?" I jumped up and pulled the curtains shut and then she slowly walked into the room.

"Oh My God", I said as my cock swelled painfully in my pants, "You look like a model from Penthouse or something!" My breath was short and my hands were perspiring as I looked at my gorgeous wife in the sexy little bikini. Her firm, orange sized tits mounded up out of the tiny top, her hard brown nipples almost poking through the thin silky material. The tiny bottom of her bikini barely covered her sexy pussy in front and exposed most of her firm round ass to my gaze as she walked through the room.

"Do you really think I look sexy?", Liz asked in a quiet voice as she batted her big brown eyes at me. I jumped up off the couch and went over to her and held her tiny hand against my cock and said, "Look at how hard you have made me. Does that answer your question?" She giggled and said, "I wish I could see what some of those girls in the magazines look like so I would know if I look as good as they do!"

I grinned at her and ran out into the garage and deep in a box I found some old Penthouses that I had from before I was married. Then I took them back inside and tossed them onto the floor and Liz and I stretched out together to look at the pictures.

"MMMMMMM" she said softly, "These girls are really beautiful aren't they? Can I ask you a question Brandon?" She then looked at me with her big brown eyes and I melted at the sight of her. "Sure Honey", I answered, "You can ask me anything."

"Well", she said hesitantly, "I heard once from one of the girls at school, well, that men sometimes looked at these kinds of pictures and then, you know, touched themselves. Is that really true?"

We had never talked about anything like this before and I was a bit uneasy but I answered and said, "Well, yes, they do when they are alone and feeling horny."

"HORNY?", she giggled, "that's a funny word, what does it mean?" I laughed and said, "That's means that you are really excited and want to fuck, like I do right now!" Then I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply and ran my hands down over her almost naked tits, covered only by the thin silky bikini top.

Liz looked at the picture of the centerfold and got on her hands and knees and copied the girl's pose exactly, wiggling her firm ass in my direction while staring at me with her big brown eyes. "Do you think if you took a picture of me right now it would make you horny to look at it later?", she purred like a kitten.

I jumped up and ran into the bedroom and grabbed my digital camera and went back into the room. There was my gorgeous young wife, leaning back on her elbows, thrusting out her chest like the models she had seen in the magazine. "Take my picture Brandon", she cooed as she posed suggestively, "I want you to take my picture so that you can look at it when I'm not around and it will make you nice and horny!"

I began to snap one picture after another, as fast as I could focus the camera. Liz kept looking at the Penthouse pictures and copying the poses. "How about this Brandon?", she asked as she leaned toward the camera and squeezed her firm young breasts together with her arms, "Do you think this would make men horney if they saw me like this? Would this make them want to FUCK ME?"

My cock jumped in my pants at the sound of my innocent wife using words like that. Never before had I heard her use the word fuck. Also I was shocked that she had gone from talking about the pictures making ME horney to MEN in general! I was a bit jealous but I was so pleased with the pictures I was getting that I decided to let it pass.

"These pictures would make any man in the world want to fuck you Liz, you look so hot.", I said. Then I moved in for a closeup of her pretty face and said, "But if you want to do some really hot pictures, why don't you take your top off Baby? Show me your tits Liz, PLEASE?"

Liz looked at me with mischief in her brown eyes and responded, "Well you are my husband after all..... Do you promise that no one else will ever see these pictures but us?" I assured her that I would put them right onto our hard drive for storage and no one but us would ever see them.

My sweet young wife reached up behind her neck and untied the bow that held up her bikini top and then slowly lowered her hands. I snapped picture after picture as she teasingly lowered her top till her firm young tits were almost completely exposed, with only her pert nipples still covered.

Liz stood up and then slowly pulled the top away from her chest and threw it on the floor, then ran her hands over her boobs the way she had seen the girls in the magazine do. "Is this what men like to see Brandon? Would this make them want to FUCK YOUR WIFE?" she said softly, as she cupped her perfect breasts in her tiny hands.

"Oh God Yes", I groaned as I kept taking pictures, "Please Liz, take off your panties for me, PLEASE?" "You mean like this?", she teased, as she turned around and bend forward thrusting her tight round ass in my direction. Then she pulled the little string on her bikini panties and it fluttered to the floor leaving her totally naked. Then my sweet little wife did something I could have never pictured her doing only the day before.

As I snapped her picture for the last time she laid back and spread her long tanned legs and said softly, "Please Brandon, Please come fuck me, I'm getting so horny from all this!"

I tossed the camera on the couch and ripped my clothes off. As I crawled between my young wife's smooth thighs I stared at her sexy tits and felt her hand on my cock as she guided it toward her tight pussy. And then it happened. Just as the head of my cock began to enter her pussy, I felt her wiggle under me and she cried out, "Oh Please fuck me Brandon!", and I couldn't hold it any longer and began to cum all over her tight little pussy, my cum running down her crack onto the floor. All the strength seemed to drain out of me and I collapsed on the floor beside her, my four inch cock shriveling and softening almost immediately.

"NO!", she begged, "Don't take it out please, I need to be fucked, PLEASE FUCK ME BRANDON!" There was nothing I could do though. Like all the times before I was done almost before I got started.

But this time she didn't just roll over and go to relax. All her sexy posing had awakened the horny slut inside my virgin bride and she was frantic to finish what I had started. As I watched in disbelief, my sweet, innocent Elizabeth began to fingerfuck herself for the first time while with her other hand she twisted and pinched at her breasts and nipples. Her hand worked feverishly, rubbing over her tiny clit until finally she began to moan and then to cry out as she had the first orgasm of her life. "OOOOOOOHHHH MY GOD!", she cried and whimpered, "It feels so damn good. I wish there was a cock inside me right now, OH Damn!"

After she calmed down I laid down beside her and held her. "That felt so good", she said softly, "Is that what people mean when they talk about cumming?" "Yes Baby it is, did you like it?" I said as I held her head against my chest. "It was great", she sighed, "But is it normal for you to cum so soon and then to take it out before I cum?", she asked me as she looked at me with her big brown eyes.

I stalled for a minute and then decided that what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. I told her that all men shot off right away and that it was normal for her to have to make herself cum with her fingers. She seemed to accept that and we drifted off to relax.

After that Elizabeth started to really love posing for me and we did it on several nights, always ending with me fucking her, cumming right away and then she would finger herself to orgasm.

One Sunday I walked out of the bedroom to find Liz standing there in nothing but her tiny string bikini with the camera in her hand. "I can guess what you've got in mind", I laughed as she handed me the camera. "You might be in for a surprise Brandon", she giggled as she turned and strutted out the back door into our yard!

She had never before even talked about wearing the bikini anywhere but in our own home and I couldn't believe it as she wiggled her tight, round young ass out into the bright sunlight. I was jealous as hell at the thought that any men who passed by might see my young bride's almost naked body but I was really turned on as well. I followed her out the door and stood gaping as she proceeded to stretch out on a blanket in our back yard.

I quickly snapped a few pictures as she laid there with her firm tits almost hanging out of the tiny top and she smiled seductively at the camera. My cock was hard as a rock in my pants as my sweet wife did everything she could to drive me crazy. "Liz!", I said in a whisper, "Jack from next door is coming outside. You'd better get in the house or he'll see you!" She just laughed and said, "What's so bad about that? Don't you think your wife is pretty enough to let other men see me?" Then she got up and walked over to a potted flower on the patio and pretended to be smelling it, bending over at the waist with her sexy ass pointed directly at our neighbor.

Our neighbor Jack is a husky guy who works construction. He is older than us, probably about 45 but still in really good shape at about 6'2" tall and about 190 pounds. He was wearing nothing but a pair of cut-off blue jeans with no shirt and his hairy well muscled chest was covered with a sheen of sweat because of the hot day. He had never been very friendly towards me but he never missed a chance to talk to Liz and I knew that he had the hots for my wife in the worst way. I was horrified when I saw him start to walk toward us.

Liz laid back down on the blanket and stretched out on her back as he walked boldly up to where we were standing. "Well Hi there neighbors", he said as he stared at my wife's firm young tits. "What are you up to today, just catching a few rays huh?" I mumred something incoherent to him but it didn't matter since he was ignoring me. Liz just smiled sexily and stretched out with her hands behind her head, making her firm round tits stick out of the tiny bikini top more than ever.

We chatted about nothing, all the while Jack's eyes were glued to Liz's body. At one point she even rolled over on her stomach exposing her almost naked ass to his staring eyes. I was shocked when I glanced down at Jack's crotch and saw that his cock was hard as a rock and was making a huge bulge in his short cut-offs. There was no doubt as to what he wanted to do to my wife and I thought my embarassment would go on forever. Finally Jack's wife called him in for lunch and he relunctantly went inside, but not till after almost fucking my wife with his eyes.

Elizabeth almost immediately jumped up and went inside the house pulling me into the bedroom and ripping my clothes off. Then she stripped the bikini off and pulled me between her legs, saying, "PLEASE BRANDON, FUCK ME RIGHT NOW! Put it inside me, PLEASE!" I was jealous and upset with the way she had displayed her body to Jack but there was no way I could refuse her. She almost ripped my cock off pulling it toward her wet pussy and then just as I started to enter her and felt the soft silky hair of her cunt I had the most intense orgasm of my life and shot my cum all over the lips of her pussy.

I was totally humiliated when Liz pushed me off of her and began to finger fuck herself and frantically rubbed her clit saying, "Oh damn it Brandon, I wish you wouldn't cum so soon, I would love to be fucked longer! You can't be doing it the right way!" I watched in shame as my beautiful wife brought herself to orgasm yet again, moaning and groaning when she did.

She was very quiet as we laid there. Finally she said, "You know Brandon, you were wrong when you told me that all men's cocks look the same. When I was laying down looking up at Jack I could tell he didn't have on any underwear!", she giggled. "His cut-offs were loose and I could see the head of his cock sticking out. His cock must have been at least twice as big around as yours and a lot longer, no kidding. It must feel wonderful to be fucked by a nice big fat cock like that! His wife is SO LUCKY."

My face burned with shame as I listened to my wife go on about how big and hard Jack's cock had looked. I knew that she would never look at things the same way after that.

>From that day on, Liz never asked me to have sex anymore. I noticed though that she started to dress more and more sexy, and after we would come home when she had worn one of her new sexy outfits she would disappear into the bathroom for few minutes. One day I stood outside the door and listened.

I heard the sound of her belt being unbuckled and her jeans sliding down and then everything got very quiet. I stood with my ear to the door and soon I heard Elizabeth's voice, soft as a whisper, saying, "Oh God, yes, Oh I want to be fucked by a big hard cock, Fuck me harder, OHHH, God YES!" And I knew that my wife had realized that she had no need of me to fulfill her lust, she was taking care of her own needs.

My reaction to all this was strange. Maybe I couldn't fuck my wife like a real man but she was still my wife and I was proud of her anyway. I used my color laser printer and made up some wallet sized pics of Liz in her bikini and even some of her totally naked and would use them to beat off while thinking about all the men that wanted to fuck her. She was still my wife damn it and belonged to me and no one else. I even started carrying one of the pictures of Liz in the bikini in my wallet where if anyone looked at my ID they would see just how gorgeous and sexy my wife was. At least that way they would all know she was mine. Anytime I had my wallet out I would "by accident" let it flip open to that picture and then take pleasure in the way the men all lusted for her.

One day I needed some paper for my printer and Liz offered to go down to the computer shop to pick it up. I didn't pay any attention when she left but when she got back I saw what she had worn. She had just jumped out of the shower before she went and had thrown on the first thing she saw. Her long dark hair was still wet and smelled sweetly of herbal shampoo and she was wearing a pair of skin tight blue jeans with no panties and a pink crop top T-shirt that said "Naughty Angel" on the front. The T-shirt had stuck like glue to her still moist skin and her nipples showed through as though she was naked. I was jealous as hell because I knew that Bill, the middle-aged guy who owned the shop was always lusting after her and had undoubtedly got an eyefull of my young wife.

When I checked out the paper I saw that it wasn't even the kind that I wanted. Liz was busy by then so I hopped in the car to go back and exchange it.

When I got to the computer shop it was almost closing time and Bill, the owner, was the only one in the store. I could tell from the smirk on his face that he was thinking about my sexy young wife and wondering how a loser like me ever got her in the first place.

I picked out the items I wanted and then began to write a check for the balance only to be told that I had to have ID to write a check. I decided to show this smug prick that I was no loser and so I made it a point to let my wallet flip open to the picture of Liz in her bikini. "Wow Brandon!", he said as he saw the picture, "Now that is some shot of that hot little wife of your's isn't it?" All the other guys I had flashed the picture to had just copped a quick look and tried not to let me notice but Bill grabbed the wallet and picked it up for a closer look. "Damn Brandon", he said with a whistle, "I noticed when Liz was in here earlier what a fine body she had, but she looks even better in this picture. That must keep you up at nights huh? She must be something else between the sheets!"

I couldn't believe that he would talk that way about my wife right in front of me. My face was red as a beet as I wrote out the check and then hurried to leave the store. She was my wife damn it and he had no right to talk about her like she was some kind of cheap slut!

I got about halfway home when I realized I had left my wallet on the counter. I quickly turned around but when I got there the doors were locked and the store was closed for the weekend. I tried to call from a payphone but there was no answer and then I realized there was no way I could get my wallet back before Monday. That was when it occured me that not only had I left my wallet but also the picture inside it of Liz in her bikini. Bill was probably slobbering over my wife's half naked body right at that minute.

I was almost in shock when it hit me that tucked inside the wallet were the pictures I had made of my young wife totally nude and playing with her tits and finger fucking herself to orgasm! All I could do was hope that he wouldn't look inside the wallet and find them. If Elizabeth ever found out that someone else had seen them I would be in for it but good.

When I got home Liz looked up and said, "Bill called from the computer store, he said you should call him back at his home number". I rushed into the bedroom and used the extension phone to call him back. "Hello", I heard him say. "Uh, Hi Bill, this is your customer Brandon, uh Liz said you called." "Oh Yea Brandon", he said in a smug voice, "Did you know you left your wallet at the store? Oh you noticed huh? You know you should be more careful with your valuables mister, you never know who might find them, know what I mean?"

"Oh well", I tried to sound nonchalant, "I didn't have much money in it anyway, but would it be OK if I came to your house to get it in a few minutes?" "That won't be necessary Brandon", he responded, "I'm coming your way anyway, I'll drop it off at your house."

"Oh and also Brandon", he said with a chuckle, "When I said valuables I wasn't talking about money. I meant the pictures of that hot little piece of ass you're married to!"

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I couldn't believe he was talking so boldly about my wife. "Uh, Bill do you mean you looked at the picture of Liz in her bikini?", I stuttered. "Hell yes I did Brandon", he said coldly, "But what I really liked were the pictures inside your wallet, the ones of sweet little Liz stripped naked and fingerfucking her pretty little pussy. She's got one hell of a set of firm titties on her don't she boy? In fact brandon, I got so worked up I had to pull out my hard cock and I just finished jacking off all over your little whore wife's pictures."

"YOU, YOU DID WHAT?" I stuttered incredulously. "You heard me Brandon", he said smugly, "I just shot a nice big load of cum all over your wife's naked pictures and it felt mighty good too, let me tell you. But first I scanned them into my computer where I will be able to make as many copies of them as I want to. You never know when I might want to show them to some of my buddies or maybe send them onto a web site on the internet."

"Please", I begged him, "Please don't show them to anybody, Liz will never forgive me". "You should have thought of that before you went around town showing off that picture of her in that bikini", he said, "I think you need to learn a lesmister Brandon. If you show your wife's picture off like that you shouldn't be surprised if men want to take a better look."

"I'll do anything you say Bill", I groveled, "Please just don't show anyone those pictures". "Well, OK", he replied, "I'm a reamisterable guy so I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll be over to bring you your wallet in a few minutes. While I am there Brandon old buddy, I'm going to have a nice close up look at that little wife of your's and I'm going to take some much better pictures of her than you could ever dream of taking. You tell that little slut to wear something nice and sexy for me, something that will look real good when she takes it off for the camera. Don't fuck with me Brandon, not unless you want everyone you know to see your wife playing with her cunt on the internet!"

With that, he hung up on me. I knew I had no choice but to do what he told me to do. I went in to tell Liz, knowing that she would never forgive me for what I had done.

"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT!", Liz screamed at me, "You dumb ass Brandon, what were you thinking carrying those pictures around all over town in your wallet? Are you some kind of idiot?" Liz stood over me as I sat on the couch, her hands on her pretty hips and her eyes boring holes into mine. "I can't believe you got me into this Brandon", she said softly, "But I guess I have no choice but to do what he wants do I? I hope you're happy now. Because of you showing off my body I'm going to have to strip and pose naked for a man I hardly know. You know what though Brandon?" she said as she looked at me in disgust, "Maybe I'll enjoy this, you know it makes me awfully horny to know that men want to fuck me!" With that she stormed out of the room and into the bedroom to change.

Just then I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it there stood Bill with a grin on his face and a briefcase in his hand. "Hello there old Buddy", he said as he shoved his way past me and into our livingroom. "So where is that hot little wife of your's?, he asked with an evil leer, "I can't wait to see what she decided to wear for me". I wanted to knock that stupid grin off of his face but I knew that Liz and I had no choice but to do what he wanted and he knew it too.

Just then we heard the bedroom door open and close and we both looked around to see Elizabeth walk down the hall and into the livingroom. "Son of a bitch!", muttered Bill as he stared at my sexy young wife, "I'll be damned if you don't look good enough to eat Liz". My shy young wife turned red with embarassment and responded, "I, uh, well,uh, Thank you I guess!, she giggled.

It was no wonder that Bill liked the way Liz looked. I couldn't believe the outfit she had worn for him. I didn't even know that she had any clothes like what she had on, but then I remembered that she had gone shopping for something to surprise me. This guy that she hardly knew was getting to enjoy my wife in the outfit that was supposed to be mine to enjoy!

She had on a tiny white pleated cotton skirt that was so short it barely covered her round ass and a tight pink cashmere sweater that had a scooped neckline and was short so that her firm tummy and cute little belly button showed above the skirt. On her feet were a pair of little pink socks with lace around the ankles and she was wearing black 4 inch spiked heels. I didn't know it yet but underneath all she had on was a very lacey white push up bra that thrust her firm young tits up even more than ever and a pair of matching lacey white bikini panties. All in all, my 18 year old wife looked like the hottest wet dream that any man could ever want.

"Don't be nervous Lizzy Honey", Bill said as he stared hungrily at her body, "I just want to get a good look at that hot little body of your's and take a few pictures. I won't make you do anything you won't enjoy. And I could tell by those pictures I saw that you love posing and cockteasing men any, don't you Liz?" I couldn't believe it when my sweet innocent wife looked shyly back at him and giggled as she said, "Yes, I guess it is kind of fun to make men want me!"

"Well let's get started then Baby", Bill said suddenly as he grabbed his camera out of his case, "How about if I tell you how to pose and we'll both have some fun with this, OK Sweetheart?" My teenaged wife just looked at him with her big brown eyes and said, "Yes Sir, just tell me what you want me to do, I'm all your's."

"Tell you what Liz", Bill said, "Why don't you just walk around the room a bit and let me look at that tight little body from all angles, that's it Honey. Now do a little spin Baby" Liz did exactly as she was ordered and her tiny pleated skirt flew up, displaying her panties and long tanned legs to her eager photographer. "Oh yeah Baby, that's it", Bill said softly, "Show us your pretty little white panties, that's it Liz, we want to see those long legs of your's."

"OK Baby", Bill ordered my bride, "Now stand right there in front of the bookshelves, that's a girl. Now turn around and spread your legs a bit and now bend over like you are choosing a book, that's it Liz, perfect!" I sat in stunned silence as my wife bent over at the waist with her ass pointed at the camera causing her tiny pleated skirt to ride up and exposing her panty covered ass to Bill's leer. "MMMMMM, this is fun!, giggled Elizabeth, "Is this how you like me to pose Bill?" Bill got down on one knee behind her almost shoving the camera under her skirt in his effort to catch her ass on film. "What a fucking ass!", he groaned as he adjusted his hard cock in pants, "You've got one fine little ass Lizzy Honey!"

Rather than being shocked at his crude language my wife looked him right in the eye and said poutingly, "Thank you for the compliment but don't you like my titties too?" Then she thrust her chest out at him invitingly as he snapped picture after picture. "Why Brandon I do believe your little wife here is a cock teaser." he said and laughed. "Do you mind if I call you a cock tease Liz? That's what you are you know. In fact why don't you pull that little sweater off and tease my cock a little more!"

"You mean like this?", she cooed as she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled if off, revealing her firm round tits in the white lacey bra. "I like it when you call me a cock tease", she moaned, "All that dirty talk turns me on!" "Oh it does huh?", Bill grinned as he stared at her tits, "I knew that from the way you were dressed when you came in my store today Baby. That nice tight little pink T-shirt with those proud little tits of your were making my cock ache like crazy! Why don't you take off that slutty little skirt Lizzy, show me those pretty panties!"

I was horrified as I watched my once virginal little wife turn toward Bill and slowly slide the zipper down her little white skirt. Then she let it drop to the floor and stood there in her lacey bra and panties and high heels as his cock swelled in his pants. "Turn around you fucking little cocktease, show that tight little ass off!", he ordered her.