I am going to try writing short stories based on some of my frequent fantasies.
I hope some people may find them enjoyable. I am not sure how well I will do, but I will only find out by trying.
This was written since I sat down to relax for the evening. I hope I managed to catch most of the errors.
My wife, whom I shall call Carol whilst telling you about some of our sexual experiences, loves me very much. She is very concerned with her own sexual pleasure but also enjoys thrilling me and pushing my boundaries as I partake in her games with her many lovers. I have been her sissy cuckold for several years and I occupy the submissive role in our relationship. I work from home and also play the role of housekeeper while she goes to work and earns the majority of our income. I give her a pleasant and well-run home and she finances us and is free to fulfil all of her sexual desires. We have the perfect relationship.
Carol adores having sordid sex with as many well-hung black men as possible and she takes pleasure in my extreme *********** as an accessory to her lovemaking. At this point in time, I can no longer accurately trace the progression of my own fetishism and desire. I have always felt the need to wear female clothing and adopt the submissive role, but precisely how much of my current desire is natural and how much has been implanted by watching extreme pornography, I can only guess at. In the space of a decade, I went from thinking I was completely heterosexual, though I did enjoy feminisation, to finding that I crave the most perverse and depraved acts of ********** to my wife and her sexual partners. I know that I am very, very lucky.
Here is the story of one of our wild evenings of her fulfilling her need to be fucked long and hard by strong black men while humiliating and thrilling me. I won't waste time with introductions and background information. I am here to relay tales of our exciting sexual adventures and I am sure they are what may be of interest to most readers.
****One evening in September****
I was seated on the large oaken, high backed chair that occupies the corner of our bedroom. My hands were firmly tied behind the chair's back and I was very much ************* and helpless. I was dressed in a pretty matching bra and panty set with purple hold-up stockings, a frilled white blouse and a tight, side-slitted pencil skirt. My makeup was immaculate and thick, making me look somewhat pretty and quite feminine, but so a person looking would struggle to ascertain if I was actually female, or not. My wife and her three black lovers, two who were our friends and one previously unknown to us, had eaten and enjoyed ****** and had now entered the bedroom to begin their lovemaking. My wife had left her dress downstairs and now stood before our bed in her delicate white lingerie, pink seamed stockings and white heeled shoes.
"Is my little sissy girl ready for some fun?" she asked, her smeared lipstick making her smile look crooked as she stood before me. I rarely spoke during our sexual encounters as my voice is too masculine for my liking, so I merely smiled weakly and nodded. I always enjoyed everything she did to me or inflicted upon me, but sometimes I was reluctant in the act and found I enjoyed the memory, and the anticipation, more than the acts themselves.
One of the men stood on either side of her and began to caress her body as she alternated her kisses between them. The third man lay on the bed, his shiny cock semi-hard and poking towards the ceiling.
"You two just hold on for a few minutes," she said to the men, "while I make sure my husband is suitably excited and humiliated as we have our fun.
One of the men went to use our en-suite bathroom whilst the other sat at the head of the bed, seemingly eager and impatient. The third lay on the bed and smiled at my wife as she took a condom from our bedroom table and slid it, struggling to make it fit, over the length of his big black cock. With a few moments of sucking to bring him to his full size, she slid one leg over his waist and then mounted him, gasping as his cock slid into her wet and willing pussy. I watched her breasts sway in her bra as she slid herself back and forth, pushing his cock deeper and grinding her pelvis against his.
"I want you to cum quickly baby. Please just focus on feeling good and you will have lots of time to enjoy me at your own pace, later on." She said this with a sense of urgency as she began to pump up and down on his cock, reaching her hands down to stroke his thighs in an attempt to heighten his arousal. She was focused on him and paid no attention to me, as I watched her writhe and pump to bring him to orgasm. It was a matter of minutes until his pants turned into soft groans and my wife giggled as his balls spasmed and he began to unleash his first orgasm for the evening. I was momentarily distracted by the return of the man who had used the bathroom and then turned to see her climb from her lover, kneel beside him and then peel the condom, filled with pearly white cum, from his slowly softening cock.
"I think you will like this, little sissy," she said to me as she folded her cummy prize into her hands and slid off the bed. She looked very happy as she shimmied towards me; she really loved doing this and I was happy for her.
My wife knelt down in front of me and began to slide my skirt up my thighs. "Lift up," she said, as she pulled the hem up to my waist and dropped the slimy, cum filled condom onto the front of my panties.
I began to breathe heavily and squirmed as I guessed what she was about to do. She whistled a merry little tune as she pulled down my panties and released my small but semi-hard cock. I hadn't anticipated her next move and turned my head away as she raised the filled condom to my face and held the opening up, inches in front of me.
"Inhale slut," she said with a harsh tone, and I complied and turned my head back, breathing through my nose and absorbing the pungent scent of fresh black spunk.
"I want to make sure you can smell what I can smell while I am having fun," she said, as she dipped two fingers into the condom and then began to push them into my nostrils and slide them around my lips. Then, she slid the opening of the condom over the head of my little cock and easily fit its length, much too large a size for me, over my penis and most of my little white ball sack. She then promptly pulled my panties back into place and slid my skirt down my thighs. A wet mess of spunk began to stain the front of my skirt as she smoothed the hem just above my knees. I sat panting and groaning, my head swimming with the strong scent of black spunk as the same liquid soaked my panties and made me squirm in my tight skirt. I whimpered as *********** washed over me. Carol was always coming up with new ways to debase me during and after her sexual encounters, and she was showing no signs of running out of the will to innovate.
Looking directly into my eyes and grinning broadly, Carol stepped back to our bed as her three companions surrounded her. I could smell nothing but sperm as my little cock, now fully erect, rubbed on my soaking panties and prompted me to moan as my wife lay back on the bed with three black cocks beginning to compete for her attention.
