His daughter was a sweet-faced blonde with hair to the shoulders. She took worked hard to keep in good shape, working out 3 times a week. Even her current boyfriend whom she was going to marry disliked spending so little time together because of her cheerleading practice, but he adored the shape of her body very much. She was head over heels in love with him too and he was her first and only man. Her tender long legs that led up to her small tight ass attracted every man’s attention. Her boyfriend always liked cupping her firm perky breasts, although he didn’t like her bra.

Hearing her father, she became very excited, because it was a rare thing when the coach came. When she rushed down the stairs, Mr. Avdushev stepped forward.

“Hello, I’m pleased to meet you, sir,” the eighteen year old blonde said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you too, bright one!” the coach said, smiling spread. “I’ve just told your parents about your brilliant future in a cheer squad at college!”

“Are you serious?” Sveta couldn’t believe her luck.

“Yes, I’m absolutely quite serious,” he said with a stern expression on his weathered face.

“You mean you think that I’m good enough to cheer at a university?” the girl hardly could hide her excitement and the coach liked to see that in cheerleaders’ faces, because he was going to make a lot of money off her.

“You know if I were not sure, I wouldn’t offer it to you!” the man replied irritated and thought about the best way to hook her.

“This is awesome!” Sveta almost jumped up on her feet for joy.

“Right you are! It’s a once in a lifetime chance!” Mr. Avdushev said in a serious tone. “You are certainly pretty and I’m really interested in your possibilities.”

After that, the coach started praising how great she was and what a brilliant career she could have. As her excited parents talked to him, young and pretty Sveta was elated at the news. After hearing all that great stuff about their daughter, they took him for a tour around their expensive house. Sveta and her parents became more and more excited at her chances with every passing moment.

The summer was passing and she had been training very hard to be selected. Mr. Avdushev returned at that summer’s end and found Sveta alone. In fact, he caught her sunbathing in her yellow bikini on the back deck of her gorgeous house. He wasn’t only interested in her cheering ability, but he was also taken by her lovely young 5’5″ 105 pounds body, with her long golden hair, flowing over her bare shoulders. She looked like an absolute nymphet! But on a sudden he became surprised when she, the pretty blonde, invited him inside to look through her cheerleader pictures from the first grade up. The coach’s eyes were all over her small body, but the fun had stopped when her parents returned from the town.

As her mother made Mr. Avdushev stay for a supper, Sveta and her dad talked to the coach in their den. All that time and during the supper the coach was constantly flattering the girl, her amazing parents and what a great house they had. After a grand meal, Sveta saw Mr. Avdushev out to his car.

“I’ll see you next month,” he told Sveta in his ever present mentor-like voice. “There, I’ll be able to see what you can do.”

A few weeks passed. Sveta gathered all her stuff together, kissed her dear parents good-bye and headed north to the university. Before she had left, she drove across the town to kiss her high school sweetheart, who would soon be her husband good-bye.

To her surprise, Sveta found that university very big and became home-sick soon. Her mother became concerned very much and phoned Mr. Avdushev. He was asked to keep a careful eye on Sveta and he assured her that she was taken care of like the apple of his eye. Not only did the university look big to her, but the girl found the other cheer candidates very good and she felt her chances of making the squad were very slim.

“I just can’t believe the talent!” she told her coach afterwards.

“I do have some very good girls, Sveta!” he sighed like an experienced old man. “To be honest, I feel your chances are very slim and your parents will be very disappointed if you fail!”

Hearing that, the girl felt her heart began hammering.

“But it means everything to me, sir,” she sobbed slightly. “All my family are counting on me to cheer here!”

“There are always alternatives, Sveta!” Mr. Avdushev kept coaxing and reassuring her. “I know you are an innocent girl from a small town, but as I have said, there are alternatives. Have you ever heard of girls sleeping with teachers for grades? I’m sure you have!” the man knew that he was pushing his luck.

“Do you mean I shall have to have sex with you?” she whispered in her innocent manner with her plump lips as the tears came to her eyes. “I’d never do that!”

Sveta just couldn’t imagine that she would be able to cheat on her adorable boyfriend. It was too much for her. The man clearly understood he was skating on the thin ice, but he had done that too many times to be on the edge about it and said and did everything due to his mental scheme.

“Well, not me exactly…” her perverted coach replied thoughtfully. “I mean that a young thing like you would be a dish, but I thought more about me watching you sleep with a black stud. You’d make the team!”

“A black stud?” shocked, Sveta said with eyes full of tears. “I could never do such a thing! I have never even talked to a black man! There are none in my town. On top of that, what would my strict parents say if they knew it and my boyfriend would be back home soon. You know, something like this would kill him and he’s going to be my husband. What kind of a girl do you think I am?”

Listening to that self-confident girl who had been trying to find any excuse but it sounded lame, he knew that he had almost had her and the only thing he had to do was to push a little bit harder.

“You are a good girl!” Mr. Avdushev said, looking at her sternly. “But I have had a plenty of girls over the years to sleep with old Mike to make the cheer squad. My old friend Mike is a 45 year old black man who has what it takes not to only please young white knock-outs like you, but you are a cheerleader after one time with him. He is the judge!”

After short time talking, the coach got up and left with the conqueror’s smile on his face. Sveta put the cheerleader team out of her mind until her strict father called and let her know he would be up for the tryouts. His words had left Sveta scared and more confused than ever. Later, Mr. Avdushev called her to find out what her answer would be and the girl said “NO” to his sick intentions, but it was no good to be a heroine.

Saturday afternoon came and Sveta was alone in her dorm. A sick feeling overtook her when a knock came at her door. The door opened and the girl saw her pillar, her dear father.

“Daddy?!” she said with relief, throwing her arms around his neck. “Hi daddy, what are you doing here?”

“Sweetie, I just came to see my baby girl become a cheerleader, of course!” he laughed and was shining with pride and happiness for his daughter. “Mr. Avdushev has called and asked us out to dinner tonight. C’mon honey, get ready and don’t keep your coach waiting!”

How poor Sveta wanted to tell her father what kind of a man her coach really was, but daren’t destroy her dear dad’s idyllic world.

She got dressed very swiftly and grabbing her coat, she followed her father as they met the coach for his dinner treat. Sveta could hardly eat as her coach bragged to her father on how great she would be and only stupidity would ruin her brilliant future as a queen cheerleader. She understood that he was talking about something another than a cheerleading activity, because his palm rested several time on her knee, but then went through the entire ordeal. When the horrible dinner was finally over, Sveta asked her father when they were at her dorm again,

“Daddy, what do you think about spending the night in my dorm room?”

“You know my schedule girl. I have already reserved a motel room down the street.”

Seeing the way his daughter looked, he made up his mind to cheer her up a little and added with a smile,

“Your mother, I will be up next week for tryouts to support you, my dear. We and your VIP coach have confidence that you will make the team, honey!”

When the door shut behind him, Sveta again felt that eerie feeling of being alone. She inserted an “Enigma” disc in the music center and tried to relax and chill out on the sofa. She was deep into her inner world and the girl’s heart skipped a beat when a knock came at the door. Sveta rushed to open the door and get to know why her lovely father returned.

“Mr. Avdushev, what are you doing here?” the girl was taken aback and surprised with her coach’s sudden appearance. “Daddy is here. Please leave me now.”

“No good for you, girl! You don’t get any points by lying to me!” her coach had a very stern impression on his face. “I saw you daddy going to his motel!” Mr. Avdushev said, walking into her room. “By the way, this is Mike, I have been talking to you about him,” he said, motioning to his friend. “And we have come for your personal and private tryouts.”

“But… but…” it was everything Sveta could say, understanding that her time had come.

The two friends stepped in, and closed the door and locked the door behind them. At that time she saw his friend for the first time. He was an old, short black man of 40+ years. He was fat with strong-looking legs and arms. She just couldn’t believe that they came for her body.

“Mike, what do you think about her?” grinning, the coach asked his friend boldly.

“Man, you know she’s surely a sweet treat!” the tall black man said. “This is going to be good for me.”

Their smiles made her crazy and she didn’t know what to do, because she knew what would happen the next time. As Sveta started protesting and ran around the room, Mr. Avdushev just grabbed the hem of her tight pink top and pulled it up in a jerk over her long, blonde hair. The blonde started panicking due to that boldness and no one had seen her naked except of her loving boyfriend.

“You want to make the cheer squad and Mike wants some of your young body to know if you are the right person for that.”

Instead of fighting, Sveta just stood frozen like a deer in highlight as he was removing her sweat pants, bra and ripping her small panties off, leaving red welts on her hips.

“Look at those little young perky tits, Mike. They look even better without her bra and I think she is going to be the best young cunt you have ever had!” he said, squeezing her tits softly and she didn’t resist it.

“Yeah pal, I’m sure that the spectators and the football team will be glad to see this slut in action on the field!” his companion agreed.

Frightened, she sought for compromise, begging them to be easy on her young body.

“Is this the only way?” Sveta sobbed as her coach laid her lean body on the bed.

“Oh my gosh!” the poor girl exclaimed when she saw Mike started getting undressed. “Just look at it! It’s so huge and it surely hurt me too much!”

Every fiber of her body was shaking as she stared at the well-hung black man and now she knew that all that rumors about monstrous cocks were true. Sveta compared his cock with her boyfriend’s and understood that her lover’s cock was like a pencil.

“What will my parents say? And I have a boyfriend back home,” she begged

“That’s a lame excuse, girlie!” the black man replied with irony.

Spreading little Sveta’s slim legs wide, Mike spat on his palm soundly and spread it along his black 10″ cock. The girl looked at her coming nightmare as the old pervert knelt down between his young prey’s thighs. Then he bent down to kiss her like she was his slut. As Sveta turned her head to avoid his kiss, she let out a yell as the black knob entered her vagina, stretching it to its limits.

“Please, pull it out… Ahhh it’s gonna tear me apart!” she struggled and she did everything to get away.

“Did you think it’s so easy to become a fucking cheerleader?” her coach shouted in her ear. Inch by inch the black tool was pushed inside her white cunt, but it caused her great pain to stick it into her so deeply.

“This is the best young cunt I have ever had, man!” Mike said loudly for pleasure. “And the best thing is her daddy is just down the street, sleeping sound as some black man who was older than dear daddy is fucking the shit out of his little girl who does it to make her daddy’s dream come true and become a cheerleader. Man, that’s great!”

Sveta was screaming and throwing her long blonde hair all over the bed as Mike’s big shaft was slicing her apart. The girl couldn’t do anything about humiliation of the sex, because her coach held her hands together as she laid across the bed being rammed by the main judge who was between her wide spread legs. She looked down and saw the black cock sawing in and out of her tight would-be pussy that was red from stretching and rubbing.

“Not only that!” Mr. Avdushev gloated. “But she came from all-white town and the only cock she has ever had was her kid boyfriend’s. C’mon, slice into her. Go man go!” the coach cheered his friend up.

With her father down the street, his daughter’s screams went unheard as Mike’s black rod pounded in and out of her. Sveta fainted from the pain of the huge invasion and she was too weak to protest as Mike turned her over. She was happy that everything was over but her poor pussy was sore as hell and she couldn’t move her legs together because of the pain. Sveta was confused about why he didn’t cum and it was good because she wasn’t on the pill.

“I want some of her virgin butt, man!” Mike said enthusiastically. “I wonder what her daddy would say if he saw a black cock hungry for his little girl’s pink asshole?”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Mr. Avdushev said. “Don’t kill her, Mikey. You are too big for her back there so that don’t ruin her cheerleading ass!”

Only now Sveta understood that the guys weren’t joking as she felt his cock touch against her sacred spot and became very freaked out, although she was very worn out. The girl never allowed her boyfriend do it, but some old pervert was going to stick his cock into that tight orifice. Sveta didn’t like that at all, because his fat cock hardly fit in her abused pussy and that hole was much larger.

The black man wasn’t about to back down as his big schlong broke into her tiny rectum and her screams were louder now as Mike held her lifeless body up by her hips, spreading her ass cheeks and revealing her still tight puckered asshole for his anal lust. He pounded her poor ass harder and harder.

“Hey, that’s enough!” her coach yelled at her torturer. “Mike, you are gonna tear her ass in two!”

With over half his length buried in her tight pink asshole, the old man let out a war cry and pumped her bowels full of sperm. Sveta fell limp, face down on the bed as Mike was still milking his cum out onto her snow white buns.

“Man, maybe you’d better go now, she’s pretty zapped. I need talk to her. Go on!”

As Mike kissed her on the back he told her, “I really, really enjoyed you, and I’m almost sure you’ll become a good cheerleader if you continue your real tryouts!” She didn’t understand his words at all and didn’t want to. Then Mr. Avdushev helped her to sit up.

“Are you OK, Sveta?” he asked. “You were great, honey! I shall see you make the team on Monday!”

“Will you please just go?” the poor girl said in a weak voice. “Just go! So I can be alone, OK?”

“OK, honey, but don’t fall!” her coach said as he watched Sveta waddling to the bathroom. He became aroused again, seeing Mike’s sperm oozing from her poor rear end and running down her legs.

“Oh girlie, I forgot to mention that to get into squad you should be chosen by superior judge, I mean Mike, a cheerleader squad queen and a football captain.” Seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, “You know, it’s your right to choose the way to get their votes.”

After that, he and his cock-hound retired. As Sveta soaked her sore body in a hot tub, she was still feeling the effects of the black man’s huge cock. She was up much of the night urinating every hour and her butt and pussy were too sore to sit down. The girl was relaxing in the bath tub and touched her poor pussy and ass. They were stretched so much that her finger easily entered either hole and didn’t meet any resistance. One part of her was glad that it was all over and that she would be on the cheer team, but the thought of the way she had gained the spot was disgraceful to her. She only hoped her parents would never find out what had happened to her. She wanted to call her father who had been fast asleep in the motel, but she knew she would only get more upset hearing his comforting voice.

After turning and tossing in the bed for hours, she finally fell asleep.

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His daughter was a sweet-faced blonde with hair to the shoulders. She took worked hard to keep in good shape, working out 3 times a week. Even her current boyfriend whom she was going to marry disliked spending so little time together because of her cheerleading practice, but he adored the shape of her body very much. She was head over heels in love with him too and he was her first and only man. Her tender long legs that led up to her small tight ass attracted every man’s attention. Her boyfriend always liked cupping her firm perky breasts, although he didn’t like her bra.

Hearing her father, she became very excited, because it was a rare thing when the coach came. When she rushed down the stairs, Mr. Avdushev stepped forward.

“Hello, I’m pleased to meet you, sir,” the eighteen year old blonde said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you too, bright one!” the coach said, smiling spread. “I’ve just told your parents about your brilliant future in a cheer squad at college!”

“Are you serious?” Sveta couldn’t believe her luck.

“Yes, I’m absolutely quite serious,” he said with a stern expression on his weathered face.

“You mean you think that I’m good enough to cheer at a university?” the girl hardly could hide her excitement and the coach liked to see that in cheerleaders’ faces, because he was going to make a lot of money off her.

“You know if I were not sure, I wouldn’t offer it to you!” the man replied irritated and thought about the best way to hook her.

“This is awesome!” Sveta almost jumped up on her feet for joy.

“Right you are! It’s a once in a lifetime chance!” Mr. Avdushev said in a serious tone. “You are certainly pretty and I’m really interested in your possibilities.”

After that, the coach started praising how great she was and what a brilliant career she could have. As her excited parents talked to him, young and pretty Sveta was elated at the news. After hearing all that great stuff about their daughter, they took him for a tour around their expensive house. Sveta and her parents became more and more excited at her chances with every passing moment.

The summer was passing and she had been training very hard to be selected. Mr. Avdushev returned at that summer’s end and found Sveta alone. In fact, he caught her sunbathing in her yellow bikini on the back deck of her gorgeous house. He wasn’t only interested in her cheering ability, but he was also taken by her lovely young 5’5″ 105 pounds body, with her long golden hair, flowing over her bare shoulders. She looked like an absolute nymphet! But on a sudden he became surprised when she, the pretty blonde, invited him inside to look through her cheerleader pictures from the first grade up. The coach’s eyes were all over her small body, but the fun had stopped when her parents returned from the town.

As her mother made Mr. Avdushev stay for a supper, Sveta and her dad talked to the coach in their den. All that time and during the supper the coach was constantly flattering the girl, her amazing parents and what a great house they had. After a grand meal, Sveta saw Mr. Avdushev out to his car.

“I’ll see you next month,” he told Sveta in his ever present mentor-like voice. “There, I’ll be able to see what you can do.”

A few weeks passed. Sveta gathered all her stuff together, kissed her dear parents good-bye and headed north to the university. Before she had left, she drove across the town to kiss her high school sweetheart, who would soon be her husband good-bye.

To her surprise, Sveta found that university very big and became home-sick soon. Her mother became concerned very much and phoned Mr. Avdushev. He was asked to keep a careful eye on Sveta and he assured her that she was taken care of like the apple of his eye. Not only did the university look big to her, but the girl found the other cheer candidates very good and she felt her chances of making the squad were very slim.

“I just can’t believe the talent!” she told her coach afterwards.

“I do have some very good girls, Sveta!” he sighed like an experienced old man. “To be honest, I feel your chances are very slim and your parents will be very disappointed if you fail!”

Hearing that, the girl felt her heart began hammering.

“But it means everything to me, sir,” she sobbed slightly. “All my family are counting on me to cheer here!”

“There are always alternatives, Sveta!” Mr. Avdushev kept coaxing and reassuring her. “I know you are an innocent girl from a small town, but as I have said, there are alternatives. Have you ever heard of girls sleeping with teachers for grades? I’m sure you have!” the man knew that he was pushing his luck.

“Do you mean I shall have to have sex with you?” she whispered in her innocent manner with her plump lips as the tears came to her eyes. “I’d never do that!”

Sveta just couldn’t imagine that she would be able to cheat on her adorable boyfriend. It was too much for her. The man clearly understood he was skating on the thin ice, but he had done that too many times to be on the edge about it and said and did everything due to his mental scheme.

“Well, not me exactly…” her perverted coach replied thoughtfully. “I mean that a young thing like you would be a dish, but I thought more about me watching you sleep with a black stud. You’d make the team!”

“A black stud?” shocked, Sveta said with eyes full of tears. “I could never do such a thing! I have never even talked to a black man! There are none in my town. On top of that, what would my strict parents say if they knew it and my boyfriend would be back home soon. You know, something like this would kill him and he’s going to be my husband. What kind of a girl do you think I am?”

Listening to that self-confident girl who had been trying to find any excuse but it sounded lame, he knew that he had almost had her and the only thing he had to do was to push a little bit harder.

“You are a good girl!” Mr. Avdushev said, looking at her sternly. “But I have had a plenty of girls over the years to sleep with old Mike to make the cheer squad. My old friend Mike is a 45 year old black man who has what it takes not to only please young white knock-outs like you, but you are a cheerleader after one time with him. He is the judge!”

After short time talking, the coach got up and left with the conqueror’s smile on his face. Sveta put the cheerleader team out of her mind until her strict father called and let her know he would be up for the tryouts. His words had left Sveta scared and more confused than ever. Later, Mr. Avdushev called her to find out what her answer would be and the girl said “NO” to his sick intentions, but it was no good to be a heroine.

Saturday afternoon came and Sveta was alone in her dorm. A sick feeling overtook her when a knock came at her door. The door opened and the girl saw her pillar, her dear father.

“Daddy?!” she said with relief, throwing her arms around his neck. “Hi daddy, what are you doing here?”

“Sweetie, I just came to see my baby girl become a cheerleader, of course!” he laughed and was shining with pride and happiness for his daughter. “Mr. Avdushev has called and asked us out to dinner tonight. C’mon honey, get ready and don’t keep your coach waiting!”

How poor Sveta wanted to tell her father what kind of a man her coach really was, but daren’t destroy her dear dad’s idyllic world.

She got dressed very swiftly and grabbing her coat, she followed her father as they met the coach for his dinner treat. Sveta could hardly eat as her coach bragged to her father on how great she would be and only stupidity would ruin her brilliant future as a queen cheerleader. She understood that he was talking about something another than a cheerleading activity, because his palm rested several time on her knee, but then went through the entire ordeal. When the horrible dinner was finally over, Sveta asked her father when they were at her dorm again,

“Daddy, what do you think about spending the night in my dorm room?”

“You know my schedule girl. I have already reserved a motel room down the street.”

Seeing the way his daughter looked, he made up his mind to cheer her up a little and added with a smile,

“Your mother, I will be up next week for tryouts to support you, my dear. We and your VIP coach have confidence that you will make the team, honey!”

When the door shut behind him, Sveta again felt that eerie feeling of being alone. She inserted an “Enigma” disc in the music center and tried to relax and chill out on the sofa. She was deep into her inner world and the girl’s heart skipped a beat when a knock came at the door. Sveta rushed to open the door and get to know why her lovely father returned.

“Mr. Avdushev, what are you doing here?” the girl was taken aback and surprised with her coach’s sudden appearance. “Daddy is here. Please leave me now.”

“No good for you, girl! You don’t get any points by lying to me!” her coach had a very stern impression on his face. “I saw you daddy going to his motel!” Mr. Avdushev said, walking into her room. “By the way, this is Mike, I have been talking to you about him,” he said, motioning to his friend. “And we have come for your personal and private tryouts.”

“But… but…” it was everything Sveta could say, understanding that her time had come.

The two friends stepped in, and closed the door and locked the door behind them. At that time she saw his friend for the first time. He was an old, short black man of 40+ years. He was fat with strong-looking legs and arms. She just couldn’t believe that they came for her body.

“Mike, what do you think about her?” grinning, the coach asked his friend boldly.

“Man, you know she’s surely a sweet treat!” the tall black man said. “This is going to be good for me.”

Their smiles made her crazy and she didn’t know what to do, because she knew what would happen the next time. As Sveta started protesting and ran around the room, Mr. Avdushev just grabbed the hem of her tight pink top and pulled it up in a jerk over her long, blonde hair. The blonde started panicking due to that boldness and no one had seen her naked except of her loving boyfriend.

“You want to make the cheer squad and Mike wants some of your young body to know if you are the right person for that.”

Instead of fighting, Sveta just stood frozen like a deer in highlight as he was removing her sweat pants, bra and ripping her small panties off, leaving red welts on her hips.

“Look at those little young perky tits, Mike. They look even better without her bra and I think she is going to be the best young cunt you have ever had!” he said, squeezing her tits softly and she didn’t resist it.

“Yeah pal, I’m sure that the spectators and the football team will be glad to see this slut in action on the field!” his companion agreed.

Frightened, she sought for compromise, begging them to be easy on her young body.

“Is this the only way?” Sveta sobbed as her coach laid her lean body on the bed.

“Oh my gosh!” the poor girl exclaimed when she saw Mike started getting undressed. “Just look at it! It’s so huge and it surely hurt me too much!”

Every fiber of her body was shaking as she stared at the well-hung black man and now she knew that all that rumors about monstrous cocks were true. Sveta compared his cock with her boyfriend’s and understood that her lover’s cock was like a pencil.

“What will my parents say? And I have a boyfriend back home,” she begged

“That’s a lame excuse, girlie!” the black man replied with irony.

Spreading little Sveta’s slim legs wide, Mike spat on his palm soundly and spread it along his black 10″ cock. The girl looked at her coming nightmare as the old pervert knelt down between his young prey’s thighs. Then he bent down to kiss her like she was his slut. As Sveta turned her head to avoid his kiss, she let out a yell as the black knob entered her vagina, stretching it to its limits.

“Please, pull it out… Ahhh it’s gonna tear me apart!” she struggled and she did everything to get away.

“Did you think it’s so easy to become a fucking cheerleader?” her coach shouted in her ear. Inch by inch the black tool was pushed inside her white cunt, but it caused her great pain to stick it into her so deeply.

“This is the best young cunt I have ever had, man!” Mike said loudly for pleasure. “And the best thing is her daddy is just down the street, sleeping sound as some black man who was older than dear daddy is fucking the shit out of his little girl who does it to make her daddy’s dream come true and become a cheerleader. Man, that’s great!”

Sveta was screaming and throwing her long blonde hair all over the bed as Mike’s big shaft was slicing her apart. The girl couldn’t do anything about humiliation of the rape, because her coach held her hands together as she laid across the bed being rammed by the main judge who was between her wide spread legs. She looked down and saw the black cock sawing in and out of her tight would-be pussy that was red from stretching and rubbing.

“Not only that!” Mr. Avdushev gloated. “But she came from all-white town and the only cock she has ever had was her kid boyfriend’s. C’mon, slice into her. Go man go!” the coach cheered his friend up.

With her father down the street, his daughter’s screams went unheard as Mike’s black rod pounded in and out of her. Sveta fainted from the pain of the huge invasion and she was too weak to protest as Mike turned her over. She was happy that everything was over but her poor pussy was sore as hell and she couldn’t move her legs together because of the pain. Sveta was confused about why he didn’t cum and it was good because she wasn’t on the pill.

“I want some of her virgin butt, man!” Mike said enthusiastically. “I wonder what her daddy would say if he saw a black cock hungry for his little girl’s pink asshole?”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Mr. Avdushev said. “Don’t kill her, Mikey. You are too big for her back there so that don’t ruin her cheerleading ass!”

Only now Sveta understood that the guys weren’t joking as she felt his cock touch against her sacred spot and became very freaked out, although she was very worn out. The girl never allowed her boyfriend do it, but some old pervert was going to stick his cock into that tight orifice. Sveta didn’t like that at all, because his fat cock hardly fit in her abused pussy and that hole was much larger.

The black man wasn’t about to back down as his big schlong broke into her tiny rectum and her screams were louder now as Mike held her lifeless body up by her hips, spreading her ass cheeks and revealing her still tight puckered asshole for his anal lust. He pounded her poor ass harder and harder.

“Hey, that’s enough!” her coach yelled at her torturer. “Mike, you are gonna tear her ass in two!”

With over half his length buried in her tight pink asshole, the old man let out a war cry and pumped her bowels full of sperm. Sveta fell limp, face down on the bed as Mike was still milking his cum out onto her snow white buns.

“Man, maybe you’d better go now, she’s pretty zapped. I need talk to her. Go on!”

As Mike kissed her on the back he told her, “I really, really enjoyed you, and I’m almost sure you’ll become a good cheerleader if you continue your real tryouts!” She didn’t understand his words at all and didn’t want to. Then Mr. Avdushev helped her to sit up.

“Are you OK, Sveta?” he asked. “You were great, honey! I shall see you make the team on Monday!”

“Will you please just go?” the poor girl said in a weak voice. “Just go! So I can be alone, OK?”

“OK, honey, but don’t fall!” her coach said as he watched Sveta waddling to the bathroom. He became aroused again, seeing Mike’s sperm oozing from her poor rear end and running down her legs.

“Oh girlie, I forgot to mention that to get into squad you should be chosen by superior judge, I mean Mike, a cheerleader squad queen and a football captain.” Seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, “You know, it’s your right to choose the way to get their votes.”

After that, he and his cock-hound retired. As Sveta soaked her sore body in a hot tub, she was still feeling the effects of the black man’s huge cock. She was up much of the night urinating every hour and her butt and pussy were too sore to sit down. The girl was relaxing in the bath tub and touched her poor pussy and ass. They were stretched so much that her finger easily entered either hole and didn’t meet any resistance. One part of her was glad that it was all over and that she would be on the cheer team, but the thought of the way she had gained the spot was disgraceful to her. She only hoped her parents would never find out what had happened to her. She wanted to call her father who had been fast asleep in the motel, but she knew she would only get more upset hearing his comforting voice.

After turning and tossing in the bed for hours, she finally fell asleep.

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* One group will never, ever try it, no matter what you say or do. If your wife or girlfriend is in that category and you have these desires, you’d better find yourself a whore or a new girl.

* Another group is women who will whore for black cock no matter what you say or do. If you introduce her to black cock, don’t ever think of changing your mind, because she’ll do anything to cheat on you and whore for black cock every chance she gets so you have to be prepared that this could happen to you.

* The third group is women who would probably enjoy whoring for black cock if they were only given a slow introduction that somewhere down the line lets them know they have your permission to be a nasty little whore. Guys with these women are by far the largest group of men out there.

If you really want your wife to be a slut for black cock, you have to take it slowly but HAVE A PLAN! One of the more successful methods is to begin to frequently bring home videos that exclusively have interracial scenes in them. Whatever you do, and you want to be successful, don’t start off by showing her an aggressive group of black guys gang-fucking a white slut! You should work your way toward that though, over a period of several weeks, since that should be your ultimate goal in turning her into a total slut for black cocks, but you need to start off slowly.

When you first begin and you’re watching an interracial scene in a video, its very important to let her know how much it turns you on -not by telling her, but by showing her! Assuming that as you watch the videos, you’re making love to her by kissing and caressing her, slowly, make sure her pussy gets wet as you play with her, then begin to eat her pussy more aggressively as interracial scenes are showing, and when you strip her and begin to fuck her, make sure you try to fuck her deeper and harder than you do when you’re not watching an interracial video. Let the way you “work her” while watching black men using white women, leave no doubt in her mind that seeing that pretty white whores doing black cock really makes you hot and results in her getting better sex.

Then make sure that when you make love without the interracial videos, it’s not as pleasurable for her. If you do this right, she’ll be suggesting or begging that you watch interracial videos on a regular basis.

As time goes on and you know she has gotten the connection between the level of satisfaction she gets when watching interracial videos, that’s when you begin to show her more explicit videos, eventually involving multiple black cocks, gang bangs, anal, and some serious whoring for black men by white housewives!

It might be at this point that you introduce a large black dildo into your lovemaking so that she can see what big black cocks feel like. Its important that when you do this you do everything to see that her pleasure is increased, including bringing her to multiple orgasms with the dildo, your cock, and your mouth until she can’t stand it and pushes you away!

The next step is a little more difficult, but by this point you should have found a way to verbalize how hot it makes you feel to see the white sluts in the videos with black cocks. Then as you’re making love and using the black dildo on her, you should let her know that you’ve fantasized about seeing her in that situation with a real black cock. Don’t look for her to agree to anything right away and maybe she won’t even respond or will say she could never do that! It will take a little time, but if you’re patient and continue to see that the only time she is totally satisfied is when you’re watching interracial videos and talking about how much you’d like to see her with the real thing, eventually she’ll get comfortable with the idea and start fantasizing about it herself.

Talk to her and continue to tell her how much you’d like to see her and ask her to admit that she’d like it. If she says she won’t do it, or doesn’t respond after a few weeks of super sex and multiple orgasms, you should just stop and leave her “high and dry” and not bring her to orgasm. If she asks what’s wrong, tell her that you really had hoped she would share your fantasies and when she is so firmly opposed, it turns you off. It won’t take long until she will tell you what you want to hear and begin to really fantasize herself!

At that point, you should begin to start by visiting CuckoldLand and watching videos that feature white women looking for black cock. Don’t shove them in her face, but leave them on the monitor where she’ll know you were checking them it out. Its important to mark them in some manner so that you know she found out and has looked at them. She may make it easy and ask you about them right away, but if not, you have to be prepared to tell her that you know she has been looking at them and ask what she thinks.

Have her read some of the nasty letters at CuckoldLand Stories. Again, if she shows interest, see that she is well satisfied sexually, if not, leave her to get horny but don’t give her any release!

The most ideal situation is if you can get her to a place where she can actually see a white slut doing black cock in person! There are a couple of ways to do this from taking her to a integrated swingers club where I guarantee you she’ll be able to see the white women there being well satisfied by the black members. Another way is to contact an interracial couple and tell them the predicament you’re in and ask for their help. One way this has been successful in the past has been when an interracial couple has agreed to meet them at XXX-rated theaters. If you can get your wife or girlfriend to go to an xxx-theatre and have the couple agree to be there with maybe one or two of their other black friends, you’re on your way for sure.

The guy and his wife sit in an agreed upon location in the theatre without her knowing things were set up, then watch the movie for a short while. In a short time, the interracial couple and her black friends come and sit near the guy and his wife, and one of the black guys starts to work on the white female with them. First he may just start deep-kissing, then he might expose her tits and finger her, and before long, she might drop to her knees and begin sucking and playing with their cocks, oblivious to those around her, and giving everybody including the guy and his wife a real show.

The guy should keep watching and let his wife know he’s getting turned on just like they do at home when they’re watching the interracial videos. Before long, she won’t be watching the screen; she’ll be staring at the slutty white whore shamelessly sucking two thick, black cocks. At this point, the guy can whisper to his wife and encourage her to go over and join the slut and her black lovers. A little pushing to encourage her and maybe the slut could motion for her to come closer. The guy says they should move closer even if she isn’t going to join.

I’ve seen situations move in many different directions from this point. One woman became a little frightened and left (although she came back to the theatre by herself two weeks later looking to see if the slut and her lovers were around). Some women just stay where they are and their husbands finger them or lick their pussies, while they watch the action, usually with the husband telling them how beautiful it is to see the white woman with the black men. (These women are usually only a few weeks away from the actual experience.) And, surprisingly, some women after coming closer and sitting one or two seats away, finally give in to their desires and join the white slut and her black lovers; and when this happens, their husbands usually are very vocal in telling them how very happy they have made them. Once this has happened, they will never go back, and these women usually become whores for black cock from that day on!

Another place couples interested in watching before they participate can go is the XXX-rated book stores with peep booths in the back. The husband should find one that has adjacent booths where you can watch the people in the next booth from across the isle, or better yet, if he can find the ones that have glory holes where guys can stick their cocks through to suck, these are the best.

Again the husband could arrange to take his wife there and arrange to have an interracial couple go there at a predetermined time. Once again, the entire scene should appear very spontaneous to the woman. Sometimes, they decide to first notice each other in the book store/video rental section. After watching the white slut and her black lover do a little teasing and exhibitionist play, they usually move to the video booth section, where they enter a booth and the husband and wife enter the adjacent one.

They usually watch as the black man or men work the slut over for a little while, and then the guy can usually get his wife pretty hot as they watch. By the time the black guy sticks his thick, black cock through the glory hole in the couples booth, the wife is usually ready to suck him off while her husband fucks her and tells her how beautiful she looks and how much he loves her. Often, his wife ends up in the booth with the black man and tastes the real thing in her pussy for the first time while her husband watches. Again, there is no turning back after she’s had a big thick black cock in her pussy and her husband now has a full fledged slut for black cocks for the rest of his life!

The only thing I would warn guys about is to not pursue this unless you’re really sure you want your wife to be a whore for black cock. Like any extremely pleasurable experience, its very difficult to give it up once you’ve tried it and I guarantee that she will find it pleasurable as only a black man can make a white woman feel. A return to anything else seems mundane and she won’t be able to stop.

But if you’re really sure this is what you want, “Do it and do it now without delay!”

It takes some planning and a little work, but the first time you see a couple of black guys strip your wife, work her nipples and clit as they undress her …

The first time you see the nervous look in her eyes as she looks for your approval, knowing she’s so turned on that she couldn’t stop anyway …

The first time you see a black hand slip up your wife’s milky white thighs under her skirt to her soaking wet pussy and finger her within minutes of meeting her in a dark restaurant or hotel bar …

The first time you see her on her knees as that thick, black cock glides past her lips and you know its her greedy mouth’s saliva making that black skin shine …

The first time you see that long, thick, black cock meat sliding into your wife’s open cunt, thoroughly soaking his dick with her cum as you watch her eyes roll back into her head as he brings her to multiple orgasms like you could never do …

The first time you see her take a long thick black cock in her mouth, pussy and ass at the same time, begging them to fill her with their potent black sperm …

The first time you watch her dress to go out, knowing she’s dressing like a total slut because she’s going to get that black cock that she’s been thinking about all day …

The first time she comes home at 5 a.m. thoroughly fucked and coated with dried cum all over her and you put your hand under her skirt and feel the soaking wet panties she put back on to keep the massive amounts of cum from running down her legs …

The first time you smell and taste the cum on her face, her hair, her tits, and you know she’s been whoring all night …

The first time you see her in a black bar being passed from one guy to another as they dance slowly with her, running their hands all over her on the dance floor and every guy in the place knowing your wife’s a whore for black cock …

The first time you see your wife enter a room full of black guys because she’s being whored out by a special black guy who really knows how to please her …

The first time you watch her get fucked all night long, guys cumming in her and all over her …

The first time you watch her begging for more and more black cock as guys tease her with the tip of their big black cocks, putting them at the entry to her pussy, then withdrawing them again and again while she begs for them to fill her …

The first time you hear her admit over and over that she’s a total whore for black cock…

… then you will know that all your effort, time and care will have been well worth it.

Once you’ve had this experience, then you can write and tell the world what a lucky guy you are and know that you are envied by so many others out there who didn’t have the courage or who were married to women that will never live up to their fantasies!

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Karen certainly came to the right Fraternity because we treated our women badly. During that Labour Day weekend back in 1988, I don’t remember seeing Karen without a cock in at least one of her holes. We were all using drugs to keep us awake and I only slept for about six hours over the whole weekend. Karen was triple-fucked dozens of times and was naked all weekend. Guy, my roommate, made Karen lick his girlfriend’s cunt in front of everyone. Karen was totally wanton and nothing was too outrageous. Karen didn’t seem to care what people thought of her and happily posed for photos doing whatever the guys wanted. We have hundreds of photos of her sucking cocks and being fucked by dozens of different guys. One guy, I won’t mention his name, loved to ass-fuck Karen and got off on having Karen ass-fuck him with a dildo. He is now a US Senator and very outspoken against homosexuals. Karen’s reputation at NYU would have been enough to have her expelled in most Universities. It was only her fantastic grades and her personality that saved her. I don’t think the Dean or any of her Professors could believe such a demure and lovely girl could be such a slut. Over the four years we were at NYU all of my buddies and most of the other male students had fucked Karen. Karen insisted that condoms were NOT used because she loved the feeling of cum leaking from her cunt. This resulted in a couple of cases of mild STD and a few anxious times when Karen’s period was late.

Karen was the football team mascot and win, lose or draw the whole team fucked her. If they won it was usually just fucking and sucking but if they lost more often then not they’d take the frustration out on Karen. After two losses in a row the quarterback accused Karen of being bad luck and offered her to the UCLA team that had just beaten them. Obviously the offer was accepted and the UCLA team came over to our frat house. If Eric, the quarterback, thought he was hurting Karen he was dumber then he looked. Twenty-six new guys. She was in heaven!! I watched the entire offensive and defensive teams fuck Karen in every hole and in every position imaginable. Karen was covered in cum and hickeys from top to bottom. Watching the big black defensive linemen fuck Karen was incredible. When Reggie, the 300lb UCLA lineman, ass fucked Karen her little white body disappeared completely. How Karen’s cunt and ass stretched to accommodate such large cocks was awe inspiring for everyone watching. All the cum overflowing from her ass and cunt was pooling on our new carpet. It was a disgusting mess and I was in love with Karen from that moment. After the UCLA team was finished with her several of our own team fucked her. Karen seemed to be in a sexual daze and was smiling to herself all the time. If someone touched her knee, she spread her legs and if the touched her hip she rolled over and spread her ass-cheeks. She was on automatic. When everyone was finished with her Karen made coffee. The squelching noise she made when she walked was quite obscene. The UCLA team had gone and most of our frat house had wandered off to bed. They knew there’d be other opportunities to watch Karen being gang banged. Karen served coffee to the six guys still awake and then cleaned the cum off the carpet. After tidying up the room she asked Guy if anyone wanted to rest with her tonight or should she just go back to her dorm. Guy asked the other guys if anyone ‘wanted the slut for the night’, ‘She’s well lubricated’. Knowing there’d be plenty of other nights to fuck this slut everyone said no. I offered to drive her back to her dorm.

On the short drive back to Karen’s dorm I told her how much I enjoyed watching her fuck. Karen and I were both finishing University at the end of the year and coincidentally moving to California. After parking behind the dorm Karen and I fucked in the back of my car. The feeling of pushing my cock into her overflowing cunt was amazing. I’d fucked her many times before but this was the first time since I realized I loved her. For the last three months at NYU we were inseparable. I was always the last guy to fuck her after an orgy and drove her to her dorm if she wasn’t staying with some other guy or guys. I spent hours in my room, sometimes while Guy was fucking her, cataloguing her photos. She had kept a diary from her first day at NYU and whenever possible wrote down the guys’ names who’d fucked her. There were hundreds of names and on more then one occasion the name of a team, like the UCLA football team or KSU basketball team. The last week Karen was at NYU she spent at our frat house. She had graduated with honors in all her courses especially fucking. Karen lived in my room and was continually being fucked, both vaginally and anally, for the whole week in a farewell performance. Most of the guys from the different frat houses brought old photos of orgies with Karen and we tried to put them in chronological order. It was difficult for anyone to remember exact dates so we just put them in yearbooks. Karen wasn’t much help in dating the photos because she was usually so out of it at the orgies.

On the last night at NYU over forty guys fucked Karen. The finale was Karen lying on the floor with, ‘SLUT’ painted across her tits and ‘WHORE’ on her belly. One after the other the guys ejaculated over her until she was covered from eyebrows to toenails in cum. I took twenty photos at different times showing her body disappearing under the torrent of cum. These photos we pasted into her last yearbook. Karen and I were married six years ago and for most of the year, at least Monday to Friday, we lead ordinary respectable lives. On weekends, whenever possible, we drive hundreds of miles from Costa Mesa so that Karen can get gang banged by strangers. It’s the summer breaks from school that are the best. Four years ago after some careful planning on my part, Karen had her dream come true. Southern California is only a four-hour drive from Tijuana and the Mexican brothels. While I was down there on business I’d met one of the owners at a cantina. This guy, Peter, was an American and both tourists and locals used his brothel. The prices charged depended on the customer. Tourists were charged about $25 but for locals it was about $4. I told Peter about Karen and told him how she loved to be fucked and humiliated. I asked him if he’d be interested in having her work for him for a month over summer. Peter was interested but wary of some sort of trap. I showed Peter some of Karen’s photos I always carry and he agreed to hire her for a month on two conditions. Firstly, he could fuck when and where he liked and secondly, if she worked out he could extend her for another month.

I reluctantly agreed to his second condition. As I only had one month off work, I would have to leave Karen down here by herself for the second month, only seeing her weekends. Peter said Karen would be his major draw card because the Mexicans loved to fuck American women. She would be working out of his largest bedroom and both Peter and I could watch the action through a one way mirror. I told Karen we were going to Mexico for a month’s holiday and would get some new guys to fuck and abuse her. When we arrived in Tijuana I took her straight to Peter’s brothel. When Karen saw the brothel she knew straight away what I planned for her. I introduced her to Peter in the waiting area and I could almost see his cock harden through his jeans. He told her to remove her dress and show him what she had to offer. Karen undid the buttons of her summer dress and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood there in front of ten customers and four working girls in the just her brief thong panties. Peter told her to take them off and give them to him. He said if he hired her she wouldn’t need panties. My beautiful slut slid her panties off and tossed them to Peter. The blond hair on her cunt only accentuated her swollen pussy lips. Karen’s nipples were rock hard as she spun around giving everyone a good look at her body. Peter told Karen she kept half of all the money she earned but half of that was to be paid for room and board. When she was not with a customer she would share a dormitory with the other working girls. She could expect no special treatment. Karen was told to suck Peter’s cock and to swallow his cum. This she did willingly and expertly.  Peter then collected the $4 from each of the Mexicans waiting and we both watched as they gang banged Karen on the waiting room floor. Karen was in her element. She would be fucked dozens of times a day and have absolutely no control over who fucked her and what they did to her. Peter had complete control over my slut wife for at least the next month. I had no doubt that he would extend her for the extra month.

Peter wanted to use Karen in his advertising flyer’s and Karen had no objection. She wanted to be fucked as many times a humanly possible over the next month. Karen wasn’t aware that Peter could at his discretion, keep her for another month. My only concern with the flyer’s was that someone from So.Cal. may recognize her and report her to the school. Because Peter’s brothel was well used by tourists there was already a slight risk of that happening. Karen was unfazed by the chances of that but I insisted on some sort of disguise. We agreed that dyeing her hair black would change her looks enough to at least course some doubt. Within a week thousands of flyer’s were out advertising the new American whore at ‘Yankee Pete’s Bordello’. Whenever I walked down the street photos of my whore bride stared back at me from lampposts and walls. Peter’s business almost doubled over night. When word got around that the gringo slut didn’t want her men to use condoms business boomed.

In the first month Karen or Carina as she was known in Tijuana, spent only three nights in the dormitory. Only the fact that the Mexicans loved to ass-fuck as much as cunt-fuck stopped Karen from getting bedsores! For the first two weeks both Peter and I watched Karen perform through the mirror. She was averaging thirty men a day and at least four gang bangs a week. One of the house specials was gang bangs. Five or more men paid only three dollars each for locals or twenty dollars each for tourists. Karen was getting three local gang bangs and one tourist gang bang a week. One group of Australians gang banged my wife’s ass mercilessly for two hours. I watched as they tied her arms to the headboard and her feet to the bottom corner posts. One guy placed a pillow under her hips making her ass cheeks spread and one after the other the six guys pounded her still tight ass. I could see Karen having orgasm after orgasm as the men emptied their balls into her puckered hole. Karen was then untied and made to suck and lick clean the six cocks. Karen happily posed for photos with the guys before they left.

Over the month the best thing for me was watching my wife take on anyone and everyone. Most guys that have their wives fuck other men usually check out the guys first. While Karen worked at the bordello she had no right to say no. If the guy or guys had the money she had to fuck them. Karen was on the pill and kept taking it to avoid any unwanted pregnancy and to avoid having a period while she was working. Over the first month she was fucked at least a thousand times and never had to use lubricant. Karen has the wettest cunt known to man and the Mexicans seem to prefer fucking her while she had other mens’ cum leaking out. The last two weeks I only spent a couple of hours a day watching my wife being fucked.  If there was a particularly large gang bang planned or she wanted me to watch her do something different of course I’d stay. I’d watch her for a couple of hours in the morning and then go sightseeing with Peter. Karen didn’t know who was watching her through the window and was unable to here us talking, so she didn’t know when I was there.

When I told Karen that Peter was going to keep her for another month she was over the moon and kissed me for arranging such a great vacation. Karen wasn’t due back to school for another seven weeks and was hoping that Peter would keep her till then. She was less pleased when she realized that I wouldn’t be staying with her. I told her I would come down at least one day a weekend and she could tell me what she’d been doing. I also asked her to keep score so we could add to her yearbooks.  Karen stayed an extra six weeks and we estimated that in the ten weeks she’d been fucked eighteen hundred times. ‘Carina’ spends at least four weeks a year at Yankee Pete’s Bordello and if Peter needs her for a special occasion we go down for a weekend. Peter comes and stays with us in Costa Mesa and regularly fucks my wife. We both regard Peter as a close friend when he stays with us but when Karen works for him in Tijuana she’s just another working slut. Karen no longer dyes her hair when she works in Mexico and we’re both comfortable with the risks involved. So far only one person has recognized her and he’s the father of one of her students. He has as much to lose if he reveals our secret but to ensure his silence Karen lets him fuck her a couple of time a month. It’s great having such a slut for a wife.

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She finally agreed to post some ads with nude pictures on interracial dating websites, like HotwifeLocator.com.  The responses she received were overwhelming to the point that she would pose for these ads every weekend.  She realized how hot she was to these men and loved the attention and compliments she was receiving.  She now would eagerly show her body to unsuspecting black men on the internet as well as in public, but was still hesitant to act on her desires.  She told me she would love to do it if it were spontaneous and not planned or didn’t know about it beforehand.  So I began to set up meetings with men she found hot on the internet.  Each time she would figure out what I was up to before we arrived at the meeting and begged off.

The first time, I had set up a photo shoot of us having sex together.  The photographer was to be a black man we met on the internet.  He was going to meet us at a motel in Macon, Ga.  And do the filming.  Leigh didn’t know that he had told me he was bringing two other men to help film.  I had agreed to that.  Knowing full well what they had planned.  I would have been doing the filming of her being ravaged by these three men.  I told her about the others just before pulling in to the parking lot thinking she would let her horniness carry her through.  Well, she backed out.  Since then, we have been invited to a Super Bowl gang bang set up for her and a threesome with two black men in the town she works in.  Both times she backed out at the last minute.

Recently two very attractive, well hung men from the same town have been responding to her ad almost daily.  As it turns out, they both work for the State as does Leigh and they recognized her.  I knew this from the beginning, but chose to ease Leigh into it when the time was right.  Her initial reaction surprised me a little because she really was hot for these men.  They had sent us some pictures of other very attractive wives shown being DP’d by Victor and Johnson.  These turned her on more than any of the others and when I told her they worked with her, she was hot with lust trying to recognize their faces.  These men were very anxious for her and it was all I could do to keep them from coming to her office and seducing her.  They would see her a couple days a week either in the building they work in or as she strutted that fine body of hers across the parking lot.

I finally showed her the e-mails they had been sending me with their comments about what they were going to do with her and her reaction was to pose for more photos to send them.  She knew they were watching her and this was driving her crazy with lust because she found these two men to be extremely hot.  She was falling under their spell and I knew that she would have them real soon.  Just when I was ready to set up the meeting, she began to get nervous because she said they were too close to her, living 20 miles away and working with her.  She asked me to put it off and seek someone from Atlanta or a little further away.  Her words said one thing, but her body said something completely different.  She continued posing for them whenever I had the camera handy.  I told her we would back off, but instead we planned a surprise meeting in a bar near here.  The plan was that Leigh and I would be drinking and dancing and they would walk in, say they recognized her, and join us.

The Friday night of the meeting finally arrived and Leigh was dressed to kill with a very short black dress and only a teddy on underneath and black thigh highs.  Now Leigh has magnificent nipples that protrude over an inch when hard which they were when we entered the bar.  She was absolutely gorgeous as every man’s head in the bar followed her to her seat in the booth we had chosen.

We sat across from one another so we could look at each other, but I knew it would give Johnson and Victor the opportunity to slide in next to her when they arrived.  After a couple hours of drinking and dancing, she was getting very turned on from the drinks and dancing we were doing.  Then I noticed Johnson first then Victor enter and take a seat at the bar while looking for us.  As soon as they saw us they headed our way.  As they walked up to our booth they introduced themselves at which time Leigh recognized them as the two men from the internet.  She turned and gave me a knowing smile and I asked them to join us.  Leigh instinctively slid over and Johnson slid in beside her as Victor slid in across from her.  I could see the excitement in her eyes as her skin turned a flush color.

The conversation began about their jobs but soon turned to her photos and how sexy they thought she was.  At this time Johnson slid his right arm around Leigh and shifted in his seat so he was facing her while looking at her thighs that showed easily above her thigh highs.  Both men were eying her up and down and telling her how hot she was and this was making her hotter by the minute.  After about thirty minutes Johnson took Leigh’s left hand and placed it on his massive semi-hard cock.  This was the first black cock Leigh had ever held and it began to grow as she began stroking him under the table.  The entire time she was stroking him, she never took her eyes off his crotch.  His cock was so large that it would have been obvious to everyone in the bar had he stood up.

About this time, Johnson took his left hand and began sliding it up her thigh until he reached her covered pussy.  I knew exactly when he touched it by the moan that escaped her lips.  This was moving far better than we had hoped so I told Leigh to ask these two men to come with us to our motel room for more partying.  She did so immediately, never removing her hand from his cock.  They both readily agreed and Johnson helped Leigh from the booth as both men were at her side as we left the bar.  Leigh asked if they would ride with us so as to not get lost.  They agreed and when we reached our car, Victor slid into the back seat taking Leigh by the hand and pulling her in with him as Johnson slid in beside her other side.  This was just as she and I had fantasized about many times.

The motel was only 5 minutes away, but they had her dress off before we left the parking lot and she had a massive black cock in each hand.  I glanced in the mirror as Victor pushed her willing mouth onto his cock.  She was sucking one and then the other as we arrived at the motel and I parked in front of our door.  As I was unlocking the door I saw Johnson lift Leigh from the back seat like a rag doll, setting her on his lap as she wrapped both her legs and arms around him as he carried her to the room in front of anyone that might have been watching.

After they entered the room, Johnson set her down on the floor on her knees and told her to undress them and suck their cocks.  She had their pants and boxers off in record time and was alternating sucking two of the largest black cocks I have ever seen.  She sucked them for about 20 minutes before Victor announced he was coming.  She latched onto his dick with her mouth and began to suck like a baby sucking a bottle.  She was well aware of how much black men love to come in white women’s mouths and she was intent on giving them the best blowjob ever.  He came so much that she couldn’t swallow fast enough and some escaped her mouth.  Just then Johnson put her mouth directly on his cock and proceeded to fill her throat and stomach with his cum.  She licked them both clean and begged them to fuck her.  Their cocks never softened and the were immediately ready.  They both literally tore her teddy off and placed her on her back on the bed.  Victor crawled between her thighs and began to tease her with his massive cock as she begged him to put it in her.  Johnson, meanwhile, again fed her his cock.  It took Victor several minutes to get all 10 inches of his cock in her.  She was coming before he had half of it in her.  He then placed her legs on his black shoulders and drove his cock balls deep into Leigh.  She screamed in pleasure losing control as she kept telling him she loved his cock and that her pussy was now his.  He fucked her for over an hour before coming deep in her pussy at which time Johnson began inserting his even larger cock into her well fucked pussy.

They fucked her until 10 am the next morning at which time the three of them showered and we took them back to their car in the back seat with Leigh sucking their cocks.

All the way home, she thanked me for allowing her to experience these two men and asked me if this was a one time thing or could they do her again.  I told her she was theirs whenever they wanted her and that I loved her more now than before.  I told her how exciting it was to watch her cum so many times with them.  I’m sure that this will continue for as long as they want her.

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I’d lain awake long into the previous night, fighting the overwhelming urge  to masturbate. Today I was utterly washed out. I sat at the checkout in a  dream, hardly recognizing the customers even though I’d known them all my  life. You don’t get many new faces in a town like this.

I knew I was going to want to masturbate again tonight. This time, I wasn’t  going to fight it.

A shadow fell across me. I looked up. Nolan Katzberger was coming between me  and the light. Nolan is six foot four, two hundred and forty pounds and a  logger. If you know anything about logging towns, that gives you the  complete picture. Eight days in camp, not a woman in sight and strictly no  alcohol. Back into town for four days whooping it up. Then the camp again.

He swung his basket onto my station. Four six packs. As I checked them  through, he lifted each in one of his massive hands. You could heft a  fair-sized tree trunk in one of Nolan’s hands. He grinned at me. ‘How ya  doin’ Alice?’

I nodded. ‘I’m doing okay, Nolan.’

‘Ya know, I doubt that. I doubt you’re doin’ okay, Alice. Not in the things  that really matter to a woman.’

I rang through the last six pack and held out my hand for his money. ‘You’d  know what really matters to a woman, would you, Nolan?’

‘When her husband’s gone and not comin’ back for a long time? Yup. I guess  I’d know what’d really matter to a woman in that position. You can go and  see him but they won’t let you get your hands on him through the bars, now  will they? Young woman your age, prime of life, I don’t reckon she’d be  feelin’ okay with the world.’

‘Forty ain’t the prime of life, Nolan. In Hollywood, maybe. Not when you’re  working a checkout in this place.’

He leaned closer. ‘You look pretty good to me, honey. An’ it’s gonna be  twenty-five years, MINIMUM, before they let Joe out. Maybe I’ll come round  your place tonight. Give you a helping hand.’ He leered at me.

My face must have been bright red. I could feel it burning. ‘No, thank you,  Nolan.’

‘Bring some of the guys round? Make a party of it?’   ‘I said, no, thank you, Nolan.’

‘Aww. I think you’re just playing hard to get. See ya later, maybe.’ He took  his change and swaggered out. Old Mavis Swann was next in line and she gave  me a very strange look.

My shift ended at three. I got in the beat up old Chevy and drove home,  muffler blowing all the way. I tried to rid my mind of the picture of a  gangbang with Nolan and his friends. A gangbang is sex. It’s men forcing  themselves on a woman because they’re bigger and stronger and the woman  can’t stop them taking what they want. It should have been the most  terrifying thing I could have imagined. So why was my heart beating so fast?

Of course, I knew Nolan had been kidding. He’d be in Duke’s tonight, same as  every night he was in town. There wasn’t enough drinking time for Nolan to  want to waste any with a woman. Still, now I had the dream I was going to  masturbate to.

The house I shared with Joe is outside town a ways, down a dirt road and  hidden by trees. Joe liked it that way. It helped him keep what he was doing  private. Or so he thought. Didn’t stop the police catching up with him,  though. I parked in the yard, got out and went into the kitchen. There  wasn’t a soul there to say “Hi”. I thought, as I often had in the past three  months, that I must get a dog or a cat. Somebody to think I was important,  feel sad when I went away in the morning, be pleased when I came home again.

I got under the shower. The temptation to beat off, right there under the  warm water, was almost unbearable. I resisted it. Shower, sit on the porch  with a beer and my first cigarette of the day, have supper. THEN I’d take my  clothes off, get into bed and be kind to myself.

It was warm, even for August, and I’d just spent six hours in a plastic  coverall. I changed into loose cotton. Cotton everything. Then I went out of  the bedroom and into the kitchen, looking for my beer.

And found them sitting there. Five of them. Grinning at me.

Oh, Jeez. The gap between a fantasy to rub your clit to and the real thing,  sitting there in your kitchen. My heart was going like a jackhammer. I felt  sick in the pit of my stomach. And fear. I felt fear. I opened my mouth to  speak, but nothing came out.

‘Surprise!’ Nolan was smoking. They were all smoking. And looking at me as  if I were the entertainment.

I found my voice. ‘I’d like you all to leave, please. Now. Before I call the  police.’

Nolan said, ‘Go ahead, honey. Call them.’

I reached for the handset in the place where it always was. The sick feeling  in my stomach got deeper. ‘Where’s the phone?’

Nolan looked around at his five buddies. I knew every one of them. Or so I’d  thought. ‘Anyone seen Alice’s phone?’ he asked. Heads shook. Grinning heads.

‘Look, Nolan,’ I started, but he wasn’t listening. He stood up and stubbed  out his cigarette. ‘Get her on the table.’

Now I knew why he’d brought four buddies. A woman has four corners. Four  corners, four captors. One for each arm, one for each leg. They lifted me  up, swung me over the table and laid me down. Gently, not roughly. Smiling  down at me. As though we were all enjoying ourselves. They didn’t let go. I  have never felt so utterly helpless.

Nolan was standing over me the way he had at the checkout. He was smiling at  me. His hand came down on my knee and started sliding up my thigh. ‘Nolan,’  I said, ‘don’t do this.’

The hand went on moving. My head was twisting right and left and I was  pulling for all I was worth against the hands holding me down but…well.  There were four of them. All loggers. All tough and strong as oxes.

‘Nolan, please. PLEASE, Nolan!’ His fingertips were right up high on my  thigh, touching me where the skin is soft and smooth. ‘Oh, God, Nolan,  please. There’s still time to stop, Nolan. Nolan, PLEASE don’t.’

He took his hand away. I breathed out in relief, but too soon. He took my  cotton skirt and raised it to my waist. ‘Holy shit’ said one of his buddies.  Jake Barrard it was. We’d been in school together. Jake had married Theresa  Osovsky who’d been my best friend back then and I’d been her bridesmaid.  They were still together, with three children. He said, ‘Get her panties  off, Nolan.’ He was laughing.

Nolan’s hand went back to the top of my thigh. His thumb moved to touch the  lacy edge of my panties. He started to trace the lace around, taking his  time. I was still babbling at him to stop, please, please, PLEASE stop, but  I think I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I only had to look at their eyes  to know they were going through with this.

Nolan’s finger pressed hard into my panties where they covered me. Covered  the bit of me they all wanted. He laughed. ‘You little tramp! She’s wet,  boys. She’s loving it.’

‘No,’ I gabbled, ‘no, no, please, Nolan, please don’t do this,’ but he had  hold of my panties and was trying to get them down. I resisted with  everything I had, pressing my ass down onto the table, but it was useless. I  could no more stop a runaway semi on the highway by jumping in front of it  than keep Nolan Katzberger from doing what he meant to do.

He held my panties to his nose. ‘You little slut,’ he murmured. I hated the  approval in his voice. How could he possibly think I wanted this, was  enjoying it? He offered the panties to the others and they all sniffed,  whooping and laughing. I felt like the worst kind of lowlife tramp.

Suddenly he took his hand away. ‘Let’s find the bedroom.’ He set off looking  and the other four picked me up, the same way they had when they’d put me on  the table, one at each corner, and we followed Nolan.

They dropped me on the bed and held me down. Nolan was undressing. ‘Strip  her,’ he said. And so they did, twisting me this way and that so they could  undo snaps and clips until I was completely naked. Nolan knelt over me. I  was suddenly filled with calm. ‘Nolan,’ I said. ‘There’s still time to stop  this. You can all go away and I won’t say a word to anyone. Please, Nolan.’

He smiled. When he smiled it was like watching a happy little boy whose just  been given a present he’s longed for and thought he’d never get. Then he  kissed me, gently. His lips were warm and soft and his tongue pressed into  my mouth. I didn’t resist. What would have been the point? While he kissed  me he took one of my breasts in his hand. ‘Remember the junior prom, Alice?’

Eh? No. Should I?

‘I asked you to be my date. You said no. You went with Jason Kermody. A nice  boy from the right side of the tracks. Like you. But Jason’s gone, Alice.  Jason’s leading a nice corporate life with his nice smart wife and his nice  smart kids in some town with a future. And you married Joe, and you’re stuck  here. What went wrong, Alice?’

All the time he said this, he’d been gently kneading my breast. ‘Joe’s a  lowlife, Alice. Your parents cut you off when you married him, didn’t they?  I’d have been better for you than Joe, Alice. And I’ve wanted you. Ever  since junior prom. I’ve watched you and I’ve wanted you.’

I lay still as his hand moved down across my stomach. ‘I’m sorry, Nolan. I  didn’t know. I had no idea.’

His huge hand lay for a moment on the top of my thigh. Then his thumb  pressed against me, asking for entrance. All the fear had left me. I was  embarrassed as hell, but I no longer thought they’d hurt me, or kill me. I  moved my thighs to let his thumb come into me.

It was a big thumb and it knew what it was doing. Very soon I was breathing  heavily. Very soon my hips were moving. Very soon I was crying out. The  others let go of me. They knew I wasn’t fighting them any more. I threw my  arms around Nolan’s immense shoulders and dragged him down to bury my  scarlet face in his throat as I lost all control. I held up my lips to be  kissed and he obliged.

I looked down the space between us. Just like the rest of him. Big. I  reached down and wrapped my hand around it. ‘You want to put that inside me,  Nolan?’

He nodded.

I pulled him gently upwards, maneuvering him until his warm tip pressed  against my lips. The very place I’d been planning to rub with my fingers.  Even with four people watching, this was better than fingers. I rubbed my  nose against his face. ‘Think you can take it from there, baby?’

He nodded again, and slid into me. It wasn’t like I expected. That is, it  wasn’t “slam, bam, thank you ma’am”. It wasn’t just Nolan’s thumb that knew  what it was doing. When it came to knowing the way around a woman’s body,  everything about Nolan was expert. I wrapped my legs around his back and  rocked with him. Every powerful thrust made me grunt. I didn’t care. I’d  never been to this place before. I was floating.

And then it came to me that the audience was part of it.

We hide sex. I did, anyway. The same mother who cut me off when I married  Joe had taught me that sex wasn’t nice. It was something you did for your  husband, as infrequently as he would let you get away with, and you didn’t  expect to enjoy it. You could say it was a generation thing. I’d had good  times with Joe. But if you were my mother’s daughter, you learned that some  things take place in private, and you don’t talk about them afterwards.

And here I was, stark naked and fucking my brains out in front of four men  who, undoubtedly, were going to want their turn when Nolan and I were  through.

It should have made me suicidal. In fact, it felt great. For once in my  life, I – Alice Murphy, failed daughter, barren wife, checkout slave – was  the center of attention. And all of it was approving. It was like I was at  the plate in some vital school game and Nolan’s hand played gently over my  nipple and his lips plucked at mine as he drove in and out of my joyous  cunt, and “Yeah, baby” and “Go, girl” wafted over me from the bleachers. I  could never have done this in public of my own accord. But I wasn’t doing it  of my own accord. I had no choice. And so I could let go and revel in the  sheer exhibitionism of it.

When Nolan came, he took the weight of his body on his elbows instead of  just dropping on top of me the way Joe did. I liked that. It meant he might  be rough and he might be from the wrong side of town but he was a gentleman.  Over the years, I’d learned something I don’t think my mother ever knew. It  isn’t money or breeding or education that makes a man a gentleman. It’s what  he has inside him.

He kissed me, long and tenderly. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed me  back. ‘You’re a hero,’ I said. ‘A fucking hero.’

Then he rolled away from me and stood up. And, as soon as he did, Jake  Barrard came into view. Jake was as naked as Nolan had been. As naked as I  was.

If this was just a story I was writing here, I’d have a different ending.  Jake, or one of the others, would say, “Jeez, Nolan. I never knew you felt  like that about Alice. That was beautiful. That was like a religious  experience, man. That was like being in church.” And they’d keep their  clothes on, tiptoe away, let themselves out and drive off to Duke’s. Where,  of course, they would tell no-one what they’d just witnessed. And Nolan  would stay here with me, and we’d have something to eat, maybe send out for  a pizza, drink some beer, and then we’d go back to bed and lie there the  whole night through. And before we went to sleep, Nolan would make love to  me. And, in the morning, before I got up to go to work, he’d do it again.  And I’d go through the whole day knowing he was waiting at home for me. And  I’d never need to even think about masturbating ever again.

That’s what I’d write if this was just a story.

But this isn’t just a story. This is an account of what happened that night.  I read somewhere that some writer said, if you’re going to tell the story,  you have to have respect for the truth. And I reckon that’s right.   So what I’ve written there about religious experiences and being in church,  that isn’t what actually happened. What happened was that they fucked me.  All of them.

Jake hooked my legs over his shoulders, bent my legs right back so I was  almost screaming with the pain and rode me. There isn’t any other word for  it. If this had been the Fuck Rodeo, Jake would have had the gold cup. He  just went right at it till he came and then he rolled off without a word,  stood up and started to dress.

Barry Gombold was more gentle. He made it last, too, but he didn’t even  start to rouse me the way Nolan had. It wasn’t good, wasn’t bad, just going  in and out hard with no finesse, no kisses, no gentle manipulation of tender  nips. Just a fuck. A sex act like most sex acts that go on between most men  and most women every day of the week. I lay back and let him do his thing  till he shot his load into the same place as Nolan and Jake had already left  theirs. It occurred to me that it must be getting like the inside of a  bill-poster’s bucket down there and I wasn’t surprised that no-one attempted  to go down on me.

I’m not going through the whole thing man by man. They fucked me, every one.  They didn’t try to hurt me, they treated me like a good sport, but every one  of them did it to me. And then they left.

Nolan stood by the bed before they went, looking down at me. I couldn’t read  the expression on his face. Contempt I could have understood, but it wasn’t  that. Understanding? Sympathy? Desire? Love would be too much to hope for.  ‘I’m sorry about the junior prom,’ I said.

He nodded.

‘It was my mistake,’ I went on. I knew what I wanted, but asking for it  would take courage. My voice was small. Timid. ‘Do you want to stay? Let the  others go without you? Send out for a pizza? Have a beer or two? Spend the  night together?’

He shook his head. ‘No, honey. Thanks, but no.’

‘Okay.’

I lay where I was for quite a long time. Then I got up, pulled the stained  sheets off the bed and hauled them to the old Bendix. I’d wash them on  Sunday. I replaced them with fresh sheets from the closet.

Then I took my second shower of the evening. I didn’t feel like masturbating  now. There was absolutely no need.

I put on a cotton robe and slipped a pack of Low Tar and a lighter into the  pocket. I went into the kitchen, made myself a sandwich and carried it onto  the porch with a beer. I sat there for a long time as the light faded and  the darkness came in. Not thinking about anything much. Just sitting there,  smoking. The dark doesn’t frighten me. I feel at home in the dark. It’s sort  of cherishing. Protective.

I smoked six cigarettes in the time I was out there. Six is a lot for me. It  was beginning to cool and I was thinking about bed when I saw lights on the  dirt road. When they turned past the last of the trees I recognized the  pickup. Strangely, the only thought I can remember having is that I’d  changed the sheets for nothing. They’d come back for seconds and the clean  ones would end up in the same condition as the last lot. And did I even have  another set ready to put on?

But only one man got out of the pickup.

He raised two take-out pizza boxes, one in each immense hand. ‘I don’t know  whether you like anchovies,’ he said. ‘So I got one of each.’

‘With or without,’ I said. ‘It’s all one to me.’

We ate the pizzas in the kitchen. We drank a couple beers, smoked some  cigarettes. It felt good. Companionable. I stroked his forearm. It made my  hand look tiny and it was as hard as a board. He said, ‘I suppose you’re  wondering why I let them all have you?’

I waited.

‘What do they call that thing,’ he asked, ‘where you’re obsessed with  someone but you can’t stand to think about them?’

‘I don’t know, Nolan. Love-hate relationship, maybe?’

‘No. That’s not it. I never hated you.’

I noticed he didn’t say he’d never loved me. I began to feel a tingling in a  place I’d have thought had enough done to it to be satisfied for a  month.

‘I thought if I fucked you and then I watched them fucking you, I’d be over  you. I’m not.’

‘Oh. Is that good or bad?’

‘That depends on you.’

‘How’s that, honey?’

‘I’m forty, Alice, and I’ve never had a steady relationship.’

‘Some men can’t handle one.’

‘Yeah. Sure. And some men fall in love once in their lives and, if they  can’t have her, they don’t want anyone else.’

‘The junior prom was a long time ago, Nolan.’

‘I guess that shows how hard I fell for you, Alice. Now I’m here, and you’re  here, and this looks like my chance.’

‘What do you want from me, Nolan?’

‘I want to know what my chances are. I want to cherish you and love you and  take care of you. I want to stay, and be your man. I want you to divorce Joe  and marry me. That’s what I want.’

‘That’s a lot for a girl to think about, Nolan. Coming out of the blue like  this. Why don’t you stay the night and I’ll give you my answer in the  morning?’

‘Okay.’

The love-making we had that night was as tender as anything I’ve ever known.  He stroked me until I was almost screaming with lust, his huge hand gentle  on the insides of my thighs. This time he did go down on me and I had a  shattering orgasm just from the insistent pressure of his lips and tongue  and teeth on my inflamed little nubbin. Then I pretended to drift off to  sleep, and he actually did.

When I was sure he was really sleeping, I crept to the drawer where Joe kept  what he always called his special items. I took out the cuffs he’d used that  time he’d tied me down and paddled my ass. Before he reamed it for me. They  were covered in fur and the carton had called them “silken restraints”, but  inside the fur was steel. Steel handcuffs. There’d been no way I was getting  up till Joe had enough of what he wanted. I’d made sure he never used  them on me again.

Getting the first one on Nolan and fixing it to the bed was child’s play  once I’d opened the cuff to the maximum so it would go round his monstrous  wrist. For the other, I had to wait. I fixed one end to the bed and left the  other opened. It took half an hour before Nolan rolled over in his sleep,  stretching out his free arm towards the far side of the bed. Where his  subconscious told him I’d be, most likely. Just lying there and waiting like  a Stepford Wife for his sweet attentions. The tugging from the cuff started  to wake him, but it was too late. I’d already snapped the other one on to  his wrist and closed it.

Poor Nolan. He tried everything to rip himself free, and I thought for a  moment the bed might not stand the strain, but it was a strong old bed and  it held. I sat on the side of it and smoked a cigarette while I watched him.  He talked to me, but I can’t tell you what he said. I wasn’t listening.

Then I went into the garage and got a tree lopper. I went back into the  bedroom and sucked Nolan’s cock. When it was good and hard, I cut it off and  stuck it in his mouth.

I had to sleep on the porch that night. I’d have liked to get into bed  beside Nolan, because to tell you the truth the emotional turmoil had left  me exhausted, but his screaming would have kept me awake. It must have  stopped at some point, because when I woke and went to get dressed he was  dead. Loss of blood or choking on his dick, I couldn’t say.

I spent Joe’s nest egg that I wasn’t supposed to know about on the best  lawyer I could get. It was a good investment. Justifiable homicide while I  was out of my mind as a result of gang sex. I got probation, and it’s over  now. The rapists got jail time. They’re still in there. I guess they talk to  Joe sometimes about what they did to his crazy wife. Or maybe they don’t.  Who understands men?

Theresa divorced Jake right after the trial and left town, but I’m still  here. Masturbation is all I have left to me now. Occasionally I see a man  who could press my buttons, but everyone here knows what I did. There ain’t  no man going to put himself at my mercy while he’s sleeping.

You can’t account for what some women will do. Probably there are women who  will allow themselves to be gang sexed and then forgive the ringleader and  take him into their lives and their beds because he says he loves them.  Probably there are.

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Although my first attempt at a CuckoldLand story, I thought people might find my experience useful or interesting. Why? Because it is all exactly true and happened to me.

The one thing that I was not expecting was several roads this path leads down. Good roads, not slamming the lifestyle, just unexpected. My wife and I were quite adventurous sexually. We pillow talked about her making love with another man. She would dominate me during sex quite often, much to my enjoyment. Inside of this excited domination scene, she would spank and use her strap on. We would also lay and make-out in the backyard (in bathing suits) while she would put her leg on top of mine. While French kissing, she would stop and stare me in the eye and begin wetting on me. Sounds dumb but it was very, very intimate. That was a sign and we would go inside after she was finished. Those sessions always had breast-feeding episodes, followed by me “licking mommy’s ass” while she purred contently. So .. the stage was set.

She admitted over dinner one evening (NOT pillow talk) that she had found someone at work she wanted to have sex with. This is the key, guys. When your wife brings up the subject NOT in a sexual situation, she is ready. We arranged for him to come over one Friday evening. A striking Tom Selleck looking man, he was about 6’4″ (white, like us) and he obviously worked out. Very powerful looking. My wife fixed dinner and we sat down to eat. I knew what was going to happen that evening and was reminded by my wife over dinner through various things. Since the man was so large, he ate quite a bit. Steak was the entree and “Tom” had finished his and asked if there was more. Mine was about half eaten. My wife picked up my plate and scooted all of my food on to his plate. He smiled at me and finished my meal. I sat speechless. They both looked at me in the eye to let me know that this was purposeful and the sexual excitement started.

The meal continued and the conversation was normal while I sat with an empty plate. After dinner, we adjourned to the living room. My wife had rented an X-rated videotape, which she put in. She went to sit next to Tom on the couch after putting the tape in. After the goofy trailers on the tape, the plot started but nothing happened. Once the sex on the tape started though, the mood changed. Tom turned and began to kiss my wife. They kissed for a few minutes and she stopped him. She got up, came to me, French kissed me and then took off her wedding rings and gave them to me. She then returned to the couch. Things progressed and once Tom’s pants got unzipped, he scooped her up and in to our bedroom they went. I followed behind. It was not that passionate once in the bedroom but much more sexual and role-playing. She had obviously described to Tom our sex lives and he seemed to enjoy it too. Tom said for me to remove all of my clothes and stand next to the bed, which I did. They were still clothed. Tom then had my wife remove her clothes and get in to bed. He summoned me to him and had me undress him. Kind of odd, I thought. I got on my knees and undid his belt and helped him off with his pants. At this point, I thought some homosexual activity might be forced on me, but it wasn’t. He did ask me after helping to remove his underwear if I would like to get his cock “ready” to fuck his wife. I told him I wasn’t really in to that and he said ok and climbed in to bed. My wife openly masturbated on the bed while this was going on. They kissed and Tom masturbated her. He pushed her down to suck his cock. He arranged her in a 69 and while eating her clit told me to bend over and lick her ass, which I could easily do from the bedside position. He stopped eating her and began to humiliate me verbally along the lines of “yeah lick your wife’s ass while she has another man’s cock in her mouth.” He thought he was going to come too early and pushed my wife’s head away. He had her lay on the bed and told me to eat my wife’s cunt and get it ready for him. I complied and while I did this he reached for the top drawer of the chest and extracted the Vaseline and my wife’s dildo. They had obviously discussed this before hand as he knew right where to go. While I ate my wife’s cunt, she was more focused on what he was doing than my attentions. I was shocked when he started applying Vaseline to my ass and began to push his fingers in me. I was not in to this at all. I began to move away but a stinging slap to my ass and my wife’s two hands on my head kept me in place. I felt trapped and helpless, a very exciting position. He then inserted the dildo in to my ass and it hurt. He showed no gentleness at all. After he pushed it in and out of my ass for about 30 seconds my wife announced that she would like to use the bathroom before she made love to Tom. She began to move away and Tom said “let’s go watch.” He removed the dildo from my ass and we walked to the master bath. My wife sat down and began to pee while he watched. It was kind of odd, really, just the sound. When she finished, she reached for the toilet paper but Tom said “Nuh-uh” and pushed me down to all fours with my head next to her wet cunt. He told my wife to spread her legs. He put the dildo pack in my ass, which hurt less this time, and told me to clean her. I began to do this all the while he verbally reminded me what was going on, “Yeah … lick the piss off your wife’s cunt while you get a dildo stuck up your ass. Get that pussy ready for me to spray sperm in to.” This was getting very good, even though I had not expected this at all. I was really satisfied with this whole Hot Wife experience so far. I cleaned her entirely and my wife absolutely loved it. She moaned and pushed her ass up off the toilet seat and made sure I licked it clean too. When she said “I am sooo clean now ..” Tom took the dildo out of me and I stood up, as did she. We then walked back in to the bedroom.

Once we came back to the bedroom, Tom pointed to me to stand by the bed like I was before and told my wife to lay on her side on the bed. He was really getting in to the dominating role now and seemed to enjoy this too. That’s important when you consider a Hot Wife situation, too, guys. It’s essential that the person you choose is as strong mentally as you to handle the whole thing.

My wife got on her side and he pushed her closer to me. He snuggled in behind her and told me to get on my knees. My wife’s face was very close to mine. He told my wife to hold her leg up and that’s when he entered her for the first time. I was inches away from my wife’s slowly closing eyes and she sunk in to his pleasure and I could very clearly hear the moan of satisfaction another man was creating inside of my blushing bride.

Unfortunately, this is a real story and I’d like to say he lasted for hours and they did everything possible but the whole scene was really charged sexually and it did not take long at all for him to start to pump hard and breathe heavy. My wife said “O my God .. oh .. he’s starting to cum in me. I can feel it. It’s so hot..” as she looked me in the eye. She bent her neck a little and I did too. As Tom pumped harder, my wife and I began to French kiss as another man pumped his sperm in to my wife’s pussy. She kept breaking our kiss to moan but then went back to kissing me passionately and as he came in her. Tom slowed but we still kissed as he lay there slowly pumping in and out as he still came in small spurts. He would shudder and jam it up in her and she would gasp and break our kiss. This went on for a couple minutes. It was one of the longest kisses of our marriage. When he finally fell out, I asked her quietly if she had cum and she said “no” with a whisper.

The energy was spent and Tom lay on his back on my side of the bed. My wife went to lay on his hairy chest and snuggle in the afterglow with him. He kissed her on the top of the head and stroked her hair. I stood back up, next to the bed. Everything was quiet for a couple minutes as their breathing returned to normal. I just stood there with a very erect penis and watched these few minutes as my wife cuddled with her lover on our bed.

Tom whispered something to her and she moved her top leg a little bit. Just a little bit to where I could see the semen in her pussy. I didn’t seem like he came alot (this is a true story, remember, no “gallons” here:) but I could see his white pearl drop on the outer lips of her vagina. My wife looked over her shoulder at me and began to move on the bed in my direction. She asked me to lay on the bed and I did. Tom scooted over closer to his edge and got on his side and looked at us. My wife stroked my face and went in to her “mommy” mode. She asked me if “baby” would like to breast feed. Well, this was all well and good when it was just us but it was very embarrassing with someone else in the room but I began to suckle. She stroked my hair. She began explaining to me that mommy needed big men’s cocks sometimes but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t still mommy’s little helper. She’s put in lots of “yeahs” as she stroked my hair …. it’s strange the silly details you remember. She asked if baby was hungry because I was suckling so hard. I nodded with her nipple in my mouth. She then began pushing my head away from her breast and down. “Baby needs to feed … well mommy has something to feed baby … the big man left a little mess for you to clean out of mommy” as she pushed my head to her cunt. This was definitely not part of our fantasy when we talked about it. I got to her pussy. I remember getting a very close look at her outer vagina lips as they were protruding. Her pubic hair was wet and matted. There was definitely a hole there from where Tom had been. Inside of it, and now running down to the crack of her ass, was the sperm the man now kissing and sighing in my wife’s ear had left there. She began stroking his face with her right hand and French kissing him while holding my head in place with the other hand.

I hesitantly began to stick my tongue in my wife’s pussy. I tasted his semen for the first time. I looked up to see Tom’s neck craned over my wife as they french kissed and stroked each other’s faces. When I saw them being intimate after their love making session, I began to lap up his sperm. To get it all, I had to make a sucking, slurping sound and they both giggled at me and began to watch me. I tried to steal the show and really started eating her now. Tom began to pinch my wife’s breasts and she began to moan. Her hips began wildly bucking and she started coming. She was totally out of control now and a little bit from her bladder spilled out and in to my mouth as I jammed my tongue up her cunt. She started shaking, almost convulsing, and pushed me away from her, like she couldn’t take any more. She lay there with her eyes closed gasping. Every few seconds she would convulse her body and twitch as Tom kissed her neck and stroked her belly. Once she calmed down a little bit I began to move on to the bed. I climbed atop her and moved my penis to the entrance of her vagina. I pushed my way in easily and Tom moved back a little. She hardly noticed me being there and never opened her eyes. I started to pump in and out and she started reaching for Tom’s penis blindly, her eyes still closed never looking at me. She found it with her hand and I glanced to see it was rock hard again. I was getting close to cumming but she opened her eyes quickly, almost panic like, and put both hands on my shoulders. She looked me in the eye very suddenly and began to push me off of her. I would not relent, I was very close to cumming. In a very non-sexual way she told me “No .. honey … take it out. TAKE IT OUT. DAVID .. NOW!” When she says David, she means business and she was pushing her off of me pretty hard. I was this close to cumming! But I did as she said and slipped it out of her. As I was moving off of her, I could feel Tom’s hips next to mine and he was eagerly ready to take my place and my wife began to smile again while looking at him, as did he at her. I stood back at the side of the bed. Tom began to pump her eagerly and they began French kissing, broken only by her sighing and moaning as they fucked. He put my wife’s legs up and the slap of the two bodies was really loud as he was really bringing the mail! I remember the bed war really rocking and creaking. It’s strange the small details that you remember so vividly. She began to talk to me telling me that mommy loved the big man’s cock. It was what she needed. “Oh God yes .. that’s what mommy needed was a big man’s cock…unmgh ..oh God yes…” Tom pushed inside of her all the way, stopped cold, stood up on his knees a little and held her ankles with his hands. My wife went back to her non-sexual mode and asked me if I would mind waiting outside the bedroom while they finished. I hesitated but she explained that she wanted to spend some “alone” time with Tom. I began to exit the bedroom, disgraced, but it got much worse as Tom interjected before I got out the door “And take your dildo with you.” They both laughed.

I stood at the threshold of the door and watched as I stroked my cock. They started to screw again, but after a little while she whispered something in Tom’s ear and he stopped. They both looked at me. She said to me very directly, “Honey .. please .. close the door.” I hesitated … she gave me that disappointing look and cocked head. I grabbed the doorknob. I sunk down the wall in the hallway outside of our bedroom and listened to my wife fuck. She sounded like she came again, I couldn’t really tell. I masturbated myself to climax. They were still fucking when I went in to the lving room to turn the still on t.v. off.

While I cleaned up the dishes from dinner, they must have cuddled in the bedroom as the sounds from there had stopped. I had cum and was less in to it since my climax. I didn’t want to hear or see anymore. I was really done with the experience at this point. That’s also some advice to you guys. Once you cum, it’s a whole different ballgame. It feels totally different and more like your wife is just fucking some other guy in your house other than some charged sexual situation. So, watch your orgasms. When you cum, plan for it to be pretty much over. Cuz you’ll feel like you have had enough because the situation is so emotionally draining and charged.

About 20 minutes later, my wife emerged from the bedroom. They walked hand in hand to the front door, he fully clothed, she in a bathrobe with messy hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck as I watched and gave him a long loving french kiss in our breezeway. He then looked me in the eye, nodded, looked at her and then left.

………and that’s how my wife became a hot wife.

It’s all true and it is my experience with The Hot Wife scene.

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The island was warm and friendly, the population was mostly black and  British educated with large smiles.  Last night she had heard a noise coming from her mother and aunt’s room. Wanting to make sure they were okay she put on her robe and went across the hall, and what she saw engraved itself in her mind as surely as light engraves the plate of a photographic slide.  She had cracked the heavy oak door and there was her red haired chubby aunt, having sexual congress with one of the blacks from the hotel staff.  She thought it was sex, or someone else in the room but it was not.  It was her.  Her fat buttocks expanding and contracting with each thrust of his penis.

Was it sex?  She wondered but how could it be?  Her aunt was on top, moaning away.  Then on the other side of the bed an equally strange spectacle unfolded.  Her mother was kneeling on the bed as a man held her hips thrusting.  Her moans muffled as a second man pushed himself deep into her mouth.

She quietly closed the door and ran back to her room.  Locking the door she wondered if she should call the constable about the scandal.  After a night of fitful rest she woke up and not wanting to face the world she did as she did as a child and buried herself under her blanket until her aunt and mother knocked on the door.

The day’s activities of sightseeing were only a ghost as her mind dwelled on the five seconds of what she had seen, stretching it out to hours.   How could her aunt and mother do what they did?  Betraying their marital vows of fidelity for moments of animalistic passion with people they did not admit into their social circle?  Did the hypocrisy of it all anger her, or was it something else?  Something darker.

That evening her aunt and  mother came into the room.   Her mother was never one for excessive tact.   “I saw you Sadie last night.  You peeked as we wanted you to.”  “Mother? How could you?  Dad!  Auntie your husband!”  The mother and aunt held her as she burst into tears.  “Stiffen up you are a Whattforde woman Sadie.  What we did was what women in our family have done for at least two hundred years.”

Sadie blew her nose into a handkerchief offered by her aunt.  “We may seem at times cold and formal towards our men but we love them and to love them, we must be rational.  We must marry right and not let passion rule our minds and bodies.  Take Philip…”

Sadie started to protest but her mother cut her off.  “A nice enough boy, but you need a man of means to support you and your family when you have one.  Look at this.” Her mother went to her closet and opened the door.  The clothes she had come up with had been removed and replaced with more sophisticated fare, from Paris amongst other places.  “It is time for you to grow up.  We have passion, we just know when and where.” finished her mother.  “What do you mean?” Sadie asked as her aunt poured her a glass of wine from the decanter on the table and handed it to her.  “You shall see.” said the aunt who began to disrobe as did her mother.  Sadie gulped down the wine, the warmness it imparted clashed with the coldness in her gut.

“We go on these sex-vacations.  Don’t flinch, that is what they are, every few months, father and your uncle know of them.  At first they were hurt but then they were relieved, not having the pressure to pleasure us.   They are probably at home right now banging the crap out of the upstairs maid.  Now you must understand the men on this island are quite endowed, and that resentment they have towards us coupled with their lust and experience will make for a long hard night for you my dear.”

“Mother! But what of Phillip?” she cried.  “He will never know.  And think of it this way you will know how to please him better when they are done with you.”

Sadie jumped as the door knocked.  A black man entered.  Polite as all the others on the island, “Evening ma’am.  Is there anything I can do for you?”  “Yes we would like you to take care of my niece here.” said Sadie’s aunt.  “That would be a pleasure.  A great pleasure” he said walking towards the young red head.  All Sadie could see was that huge bulge in his pants.  “Mother what if I refuse?”  “I won’t consider you my daughter.  You will be cut off.  However, if you continue, we will, if you still want him after this, arrange a European holiday for just you and Phillip.” Sadie thought it over carefully.  She was just doing it for Phillip she said to herself.

The man pulled out his cock and she jumped.  It was twice as long and far thicker flaccid than any she had ever seen.  “Well.” her mother said and she reached forward slowly and grasped his cock in her soft white palm and began to rub it.  Her mother and aunt smiled and continued to undress as her eyes widened at the growing erection.

Totally naked, her mother reached around from behind her and undid her blouse.  As each stiff button was opened more and more of her pale white boob flesh was unveiled for her black soon to be lover to ogle.  “Mother this is so wrong.” she said under a spell as her bra was unhooked.

He leaned forward taking her tits in his rough hands and squeezing them.  Then he lifted them up and sucked on them hard, biting her nipples lightly causing her to pump his cock quicker.

“Could a monster like that fit inside of me?” she wondered.  Then he pushed her onto the bed.  Her panties were off seconds later and his tongue licked her woman hood with a loud slurping that her boyfriend would never do.  She closed her eyes and came.  She tried to pretend it was Philip, but could not.

Then he stood up and grabbing an ankle in each hand, he spread her legs wide.  She felt his large cock press against her unwilling pussy.  Then slowly, almost too slowly, it slid into her.  She felt every inch of him slide into her.  She was now mating with a black man and taking great pleasure out of it.  He pulled off his shirt to show his muscular, dark as night body, pumping into her.  Her mother whimpered into her ear.  “That is it honey, love it, savor it.”

She felt a touch of disappointment as he pulled out of her.   But he stopped only long enough to pull off his remaining garments and then hers.  Totally naked, she was flipped onto her stomach, her ass pulled into the air as he slammed into her from behind.  The vulnerability she felt only added to her lust as he held her wide hips and made the most out of every thrust.

After what seemed an eternity she came screaming as he grunted and his load splashed into her.  Her aunt directed her onto her knees and then got onto her knees herself, she watched in amazement as her aunt took most of his shaft down her throat.  “Do that and you can please any man be it in the bedroom, the classroom or the boardroom.

Then it was her turn.  Usually when she did this for Philip he was made to wash himself before she would take him into her mouth, but she knew there would be no such concessions from her new lover.  As his cum dripped out of her onto the polished wood floor she struggled to take his large shaft into her mouth.  He ran his fingers through her hair as she did so.

Her aunt reached around and started to finger her clit.  Sadie tried to stop her but the man demanded all her attention and the pleasure she felt by her aunt’s skilled hand was too much for her to want to stop.  She started to suck his cock with an increasingly fast rhythm as her mother kneeled on her side whispering encouragement and advice.

She told Sadie, when the cum starts not to spit it out but hold it in her mouth.   Soon he came and she almost choked but managed to take the load.   Her mother told her to spit it into her mouth.  Sadie did as she was told to do.  Her mother eagerly accepted the spit and cum from her daughter then leaned forward and kissed her  on the lips as their tits and nipples brushed each other.

Trembling Sadie got onto the bed again.  Her mother went to the door, three more gentle men entered.  Sadie thought for a moment to cover herself but knew that was a silly notion.

Her aunt and mother sucked the new men hard as they became a tangle of limbs.  Sadie’s aunt kissed her way down to Sadie’s wet pussy and began to lap it.  Her mother stood over her face and lowered herself down, she drank in the musky odor and began to lap.  All sense of right and wrong were gone at that moment.

Her aunt moved away and she felt another big cock enter her.  She looked up to see her mother sucking on a huge cock as she licked her pussy.

After what seemed like hours of fucking, Sadie’s mother said there was one thing left to do.  Sadie knew what it was and normally she would have said no but now…….

Her mother and aunt shoved several pillows under her stomach to raise her buttocks into the air.  They gently lubed her tight anus.  Sadie’s mother told her to relax as one of the men slowly pushed his shaft against her.  At first there was some pain but then it slid in.  He let her adjust for a minute and as he fingered her pussy, he fucked her ass.  “Oh yes! Take me where I haven’t been taken.  Fuck my ass! Yes!” she cried out half not believing it was her voice making those words.

When he was done and pulled out the men got dressed.  Sadie’s mother held her.

Over the next few days of the vacation the men came back to pleasure the women, sometimes together and sometimes alone.   In the lobby of the hotel as they waited for the cab to take them back to the airport, Sadie stared knowingly at another young lady checking out.

When she came back she tried to make it work with Phillip, but his shortcomings were too much to be overcome.  She married another man, equally boring in the carnal department but much better situated.  She had his children and he gave her her holidays to the island.  Being practical, she made sure the upstairs maid was attractive, but no too attractive.

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Feeling rather fat after my meal I threw myself into the nearest armchair and let Sarah do the honours. I smiled at her as she threw me a look of mock outrage, let down by the obvious smile behind it. We had always had a playful relationship.

“Okay sweetheart, but you get the next one,” she leaned over and gave me a kiss, a kiss which all but said an early night may be on the cards

Sarah was 36 years old with cascading auburn/brown hair and little overweight, although this did nothing to dampen her good looks..in fact in my opinion it emphasised them. She had still managed to maintain an attractive hourglass figure and even as I watched her in an old pair of blue canvas trousers and a white woollen jumper it was clear she had lost nothing for which I had married her over twenty years ago.

“Oh my god… Jez,” Sarah cried out in genuine surprise as she opened the front door. “What are you doing here?..how did you know where I lived?…come on in”

I heard the keychain in the front door rattle as it closed and the voices getting louder along the hallway and in walked Sarah followed by a huge burley black man whom I had not seen before.

He was clearly around our age but he was obviously wearing it better than I. Whereas my middle age spread was definitely showing there was not one ounce of superfluous fat on the guy, and with striking features, good teeth and only the merest suggestion of grey flecks to give his age away, I couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious.

“Jez, this is my husband Michael O’Hanlon, Michael this is Jez and old friend of mine.”

“Good to know you…..Mike.” I stood and offered him my hand and I wished I hadn’t. Not only did he dwarf me, adding to my self consciousness, but he also squeezed my hand slightly too hard to have been an accident and I swore I could have noticed a a touch of contempt as he said my name.

“She says old friend, but its really old boyfriend” said Jez, again I noticed the hint of a sneer as he said it and once again I felt on edge, especially as I noticed Sarah blush. We had never really discussed her past much and I was surprised to find that a black man had been part of it, She had never mentioned before an attraction to black men, but she had never really expressed any negative opinion of it either.

As soon as he released my hand, he turned away from me and for the next five or ten minutes it was as if I wasn’t even there.

It transpired that he had spoken to Sarah’s mother which is where he had got our address and was in town for the next couple of days catching up on relatives, this being the first time he had been back since moving away to start a career twenty-five years ago, a career that had obviously flourished judging by the quality cut of his clothes.

After a drink was made and we had been sitting chatting for about twenty more minutes, the talk unavoidable turned to the past and when Jez and Sarah had been an item. It started off innocently enough, talking about how they had met, the mutual friends that they had, and Sarah seemed happier than I had seen her in ages as she reminisced apparently completely oblivious to my presence at all. I was starting to feel jealous.

I had sat on the chair on one side of the room, they had occupied the sofa and they were turned towards each other, Sarah side on to me, but I could see Jez’s face and when Sarah wasn’t looking he was definitely sneering at me now, as if daring me to try and butt in, interrupt or change the subject, but as he could have made mincemeat out of me, I just sat there motionless.

When Jez had gauged the situation completely and realised he was in full control, he turned the talk towards their sex life and how he had deflowered her when she was 17 and how good a fuck she was all through their five year relationship, describing things she had done to him in graphic details and vice versa, things moreover she had never done to me or let me do to her.

For the first time Sarah was looking at me, she was looking shame faced intermittently between me and the floor but she made no effort to stop him talking.

He then told her to look me in the eyes and tell me who was the best fuck she had ever had and why.

My wife turned to me, her eyes glistening slightly with guilty tears and spoke in a voice which sounded sorry but a voice also full of honesty.

“Jez is the best fuck I had ever had, because he was so big.” and finally at last the tear rolled down her cheek

“I still am Sarah, do you wish to see?”

Sarah again looked at me, I was crying now in shame and with jealousy but the look she gave me said everything. Despite our twenty two years of faithful happy marriage, our two grown up children and all that we had known and shared, Jez was undoubtably the love of her life, and she had to do this, she couldn’t disobey him no matter what it might cost.

She turned back to him and nodded silently.

“Stand up Sarah” he ordered her and she did so immediately, “take of your clothes…all of them”

Without question or argument she stood, pulled the jumper over her head and unclasped her bra letting her big beautiful breasts swing free, her small nipples already standing to attention. She reached down and slid her blue canvas trousers down her legs followed by her thong, her hairy pubic mound on full display to both of us, and there she stood completely naked in front of another mans gaze for the first time in many years.

Jez however bent her right over forwards slightly so her face was about a foot or so from mine, and said, “I seem to remember you liking this one a great deal.”

And with that he sucked his index finger and slowly inserted it into my wife’s anus, an area that had been out of bounds for me since I had known her.

Her lips parted with a moan of pleasure as he slowly found his rythym and stroked his finger in and out of her welcoming arse, moaning slightly as he added more. My wife was looking at me the whole time whist she was butt humping his finger.

“Tell Michael how good that is Sarah” ordered Jez

“MMMMM it is so good, I’ve missed you and your fingers. Nobody satisfied me like you did.”

After she reached an orgasm within two minutes he removed his fingers and ordered her to suck them which she did willingly. I gagged. What power must this man possess to get someone to do such a thing.

Jez had also undressed and Sarah was right, the guy was huge and whist he necked what was left of his drink, Sarah held onto it absent mindedly as if she was holding on to a bus strap.

“Right,” said Jez, “we are off to bed”

“I’ll get you some blankets Mike. You can sleep in the spare room” said Sarah, again sorry but none the less excited.

I watched as they walked together hand in hand, naked out of my living room, up my stairs and into my bedroom catching a good few of her now stretched arsehole as she walked, an arsehole already glistening with Jez’s spit

Sarah opened the wardrobe and gave Jez some bedclothes which he all but through at me before slamming the door in my face. And I went weeping into the spare bedroom.

The next two hours were full of the sounds made by two people fucking like crazy, the moans, the banging head boards, the creaking bedsprings. I don’t know how many times he made her cum. I think he made her cum more in two hours than I had in twenty odd years, but then he did have the equipment to do so..almost twice the size of mine and twice as thick.

A one point she was screaming his name telling him to fuck her arse harder, I could even hear them slapping each other around the face and calling each other derogatory names, after one last ear splitting orgasm I was unable to stand it any longer and I went to the room and sat outside the door and peered through the key hole.

Sarah was just dismounting his cock and I could see that her pussy and arsehole were both huge massive chasms and literally dripping with cum. They had not used protection either. My marriage was now in tatters and I knew it.

She lay next to him with her milky white full breasts, now covered in rough finger marks and love bites, draped across his muscular black chest, the contrast of which was enhanced greatly by the glow of the bedside lamp. She also to my shock and horror had a black eye and hand prints on her cheeks and her arse.

“Your still the best fuck I’ve ever had Sarah” said Jez kissing her forehead, “I love you”

“I love you too Jez. I always have.”

This statement more than anything hurt me the most. This was not just animalistic attraction and the physical act of sex. Real emotions were involved..My wife’s emotions, and they were not directed at me.

“What about Mike.” said Jez with mock surprise and even less sincere concern, and Sarah playfully slapped him on the arm smiling.

“No, he is a good man Jez and in a way I do love him. I do not want to cause him any more pain or humiliation than is necessary. And there are the kids to worry about. What are they going to say? But I cannot continue as things were with him…that much is certain. He wouldn’t be able to feel me down there anyway now, and I sure as hell won’t be able to feel him. I didn’t much anyway.”

“You know, I’m leaving tommorow. I would very much like you to come with me, I have good lawyers on my staff, you can be divorced in a few months, then we can get married and do all the things we should have done in the first place.”

If I had been any kind of man I’d have kicked the door in and dragged him out by his hair, but I was kidding myself, if I was going to do this to this physically larger and fitter black guy, I would have done it before he humiliated me by stealing my wife and fucking her.

“That is a big decision Jez, please let me sleep on it” pleaded Sarah

“Who said anything about sleep?” laughed Jez and he pulled her into a long soft sensual kiss which from my viewing place through the keyhole, I could see their tongues intwine.

He once again grabbed a huge black handful of my wife’s white breasts and rolled on top of her, and my last image before I turned back towards the spare bedroom, was Jez positioning his huge thick black cock at my wife’s welcoming pussy opening watching his arse make the first three of his opening thrusts, accompanied by the mewing and cooing of my wife’s pleasure.

They had fucked for another half an hour before all went silent and they fell asleep in each others arms.

The luxury of sleep was denied me as the very real threat of losing my wife was too painful to contemplate and it was with a hasty heart that I approached her on the subject in the kitchen the next morning.

I had heard her and Jez showering together but he had breakfasted and left before I dared to come down.

I found her in the kitchen packing a suitcase, looking if possible both happy and sad. Mixed emotions it seemed.

“So you are going then. Going to get a divorce so you can marry Jez?”

She looked stunned that I knew.

“I was looking and listening through the keyhole last night when he asked you.” I answered to her unspoken question

“That was a bit intrusive wasn’t it?” she asked sounded embarrassed although a little bit of anger also showed in her voice.

“Intrusive?” I interjected for the first time flipping my release valve, ”intrusive is walking into my home, seducing my wife, and shagging in my bed”

“You’re right,” she said not looking up, “you have every reason to be angry, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what you did or sorry for how I feel?” I asked enquiringly

“I’m sorry for how you feel, I cannot be sorry for what I did. I’m in love with him.”

“So you’re leaving me?”

“No, just going away with Jez for a few weeks, we discussed it this morning before you came down. I cannot leave you. I’ve loved you and been faithful to you for the last twenty odd years, you deserve more than this.”

She came over and took both my cheeks in her hands tenderly and kissed my lips softly. She explained that her loyalty and love for me couldn’t just disappear like that overnight. She went on to explain that the closeness we have, the closeness in a way we have always had, was one of platonic companionship, like best friends or like brother and sister, and life without me was unthinkable.

I listened with baited breath whilst the plan she had agreed with Jez was outlined to me. They would go away together for a few weeks and secure a divorce, after which she would marry him. After their marriage they would return here to the house and live as man and wife. My role in the household was to be a second companion for Sarah, but a platonic friend and confidant only. I would permanently sleep in the spare room, but it would be fully understood however, that my relationship as far as anything sexual goes was over completely.

I loved Sarah so much that I agreed to the proposals, I too couldn’t live without her having been such a part of my life for so long.

Sarah and Jez were married six months later, I was asked to be the best man which I agreed to willingly and I also gave the bride away, to much muttering, murmuring and random sniggering from family members on both sides of the church.

This is now how it has been for the last three years, but there has been a welcome change to the rules however. Sarah and Jez walk around the house naked and fuck wherever and whenever they like, regardless of whether I am in the rom or not and I am able to watch freely and pleasure myself at will.

Occasionally I am allowed to join in, but this is limited only to licking Sarahs pussy wet for Jez or to suck him hard for her pleasure, with the cock sucking lessons provided by my ex wife, with whom my relationship had never been better or closer. On special occasions I am also allowed to clean up the cream pie.

Do I wish it never had happened? If truth be known, yes I do. I’d still love to be happily married to Sarah and still be able to sleep next to her and have sex with her but I can see the plus points of our new lives.

She is with the man she wants to be with and the man she loves entirely and who satisfies her so much. I know I just couldn’t compete with that, neither in the level of emotional attachment and love involved nor his physical attributes. They have a really happy marriage with a full and active sex life. Whereas ours had whittled down to once a week, theirs are three times a day most days of the week.

Also my day to day existence with Sarah hasn’t really changed that much, we still talk over breakfast and watch the same programmes together on TV. We still go out for meals and drinks and we are still able to discuss the lives of our kids like responsible parents, which Jez has had the good grace to remain detached from.

No all in all……Things are good.

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Anyhow the process itself was fairly automated , though I would go through the files to make some adjustments prior to burning, and perhaps add a title or two. Maybe I would luck out and catch her doing something embarrassing, like being buzzed at a party, little did I realize how much bigger the situation I would catch her in would be.

Midway through an insipidly boring family reunion as I fast forwarded the tape to ensure it would not catch or stop, I saw it; a woman in what looked like a locker room shower. She was naked wearing only a black full head bondage hood. Her body seemed to be covered in baby oil. Surrounding her were several black men, one of which she was sucking off with some difficulty (due to his great size).  She took it out of her bright red lip stick covered lips and gasped for a moment, as spit dribbled down her chin and said “My jaw hurts.” I had to stop the tape and rewind it and listen to it again. That voice, this no euro tape, it was the voice of my mother-in- law. Holy crap this was an amateur interracial porn video my mother-in-law had made when I was in high school and was first going out with her daughter, my future wife.

Thousands of thoughts ran through my head.  Should I stop watching? Return the tape? Destroy it? Blackmail her? Of course I was going to watch the tape. I wound it back to the start and turned it on.

The scene started in my mother-in-law’s former office, it was late evening, the tape seemed to have been shot during the eighties. Tad, her husband was with her, they were waiting nervously. A black man entered the room, followed by a black woman, who I assumed to be his secretary. There seemed to be a long pause, and then off camera I could hear someone prompt her to speak. “Look I will pay you and the company back the money.” She said a bit too stiff, maybe it was nerves.

The black man, Mr. Peters, as he was called later, looked at a sheath of papers his secretary had brought him. “You have cost the company over three hundred thousand through you poor decisions, you have that type of money? I think not. No we will sue you for the money, and possibly even look into a criminal complaint.

Both of them looked shocked, then my mother-in-law, Ann, said the one line you hear in nearly every porn film of this nature. “Is there anything I can do? Please.” The man thought for a second and then had her get up. She looked puzzled but did as she was told, he told her to turn around slowly, as he looked at her figure. It was not too bad, wide hips, a round ass, and nice fat tits.

“What is this about?” she asked.

“The company, at my discretion, could write this off as a loss. But there is a certain amount of risk involved, and there must be compensation on my part.” He said. He signaled his secretary to hand him a card from a folder. “Be there nine AM sharp.” He said.

The next scene had her and Tad getting out of cab near Times Square. Now this was not the Times Square you know now, this is the one in the bad old days of porn shops and martial art stores. They walked down the street to a dilapidated office building. The door man looked them over and directed them to the basement.

The next shot had them entering what looked like a shower area, with white tile walls, and in the center was what looked like an adjustable weight bench.  She whispered something to her husband and he said he did not know. At that moment Mr. Peters entered the room with two other black men and his secretary.

“Ahh, timely, very good. As you well know these are my two associates, and you already know my secretary” He said. “I will be straight to the point. We have talked it over and based on your long service to this company we are willing to help you out, if you help us out.” He said smiling a bit too broadly.

“I am grateful but I don’t understand. What can I do for you all?” she said walking right into it.

The men all unzipped their pants and pulled out three of the biggest, longest, blackest cocks I had ever seen. Her eyes went wide. If this was an amateur film that was some of the best acting I had ever seen.

“You mean? You want me too….” She said stumbling for words.

Her husband chimed in saying no way, to which Mr. Peters said, “Well that is a shame, I guess it is up to the lawyers then. And the police.” He added. Anne looked at her husband and then said, “Okay, but nobody must know.” Tad started to protest, but she told him it was either this or jail. The three men surrounded her, she reached forward and sheepishly grasped one of their cocks, and stroked it. The man on the other side cleared his throat and she grabbed his cock also. Mr. Peters stepped forward and took her two fat tits in his hands giving them each a healthy squeeze.

“You know what the funny thing is?” Mr. Peters said. Ann asked him what. He said, “There was a time I couldn’t get into your neighborhood but now I am going to be inside you.” He laughed, then he kissed her deeply. “I am going to fuck that tight little Jewish pussy until you beg me to never stop.” then he kissed her again, his hands squeezing her ample ass.

“Hmm! Your wife is pretty good.” The secretary said going up to Tad, she undid his belt, then his pants and took his cock into her hand and started to pump it. Ann started to say something but was too busy herself. “Yeah pretty nice for a white guy.” She said pumping it some more.

“I see your husband is enjoying some integration. Let’s see those tits of yours. Now!” he barked. Ann let go of the cocks she was pumping and shyly opened her blouse. I felt a little bit perverted watching my mother-in-law slowly reveal her tits, but not enough to stop.

She finished opening her blouse, one of the men took it off of her and then unsnapped her bra, letting her fat tits tumble free. Without further words the two associated lifted her tits to their mouths and sucked on them hard. They guided her hands back to their cocks to remind her to pleasure them. The secretary dropped to her knees and said “Not bad for a white boy at all.” And as Tad watched his wife being transformed into a love slave for black men the secretary took his cock in between her dark lips. Ann seeing this wanted again to call out but she was too busy. Each of the black men made out with her, feeling those nice fat tits as they did so or squeezing her ample ass. In the background the secretary was having her husband strip, warning him if he did not she would not continue to blow him.

Light pressure on her shoulders had her go down onto her knees until she was face to face with the men’s huge cocks. “Isn’t there something else we can do?” she said knowing it was falling on deaf ears. Mr. Peters, as the boss took the lead and rubbed his cock across her face, slapping her cheeks lightly, then he ran his fat bulbous cock head across her lips, the same lips that gave me such shit for dating her daughter because I was not Jewish enough. He told her to open her mouth as one of his associates held the back of her head. Realizing she had no other option she opened her mouth wide and he rammed that monster dick inside of it. Her eyes went wide with shock. She gagged and coughed a bit but he kept it in her mouth, her lips were stretched skin tight around his shaft as she struggled to take it in.

It was almost a relief to her when he finally took it out of her mouth telling her to lick his cock and balls. She obediently went about her task, then his associated violated her mouth, as he pinched and twisted her nipples hard, making her yelp in pain, but not enough to take the cock out of her mouth.

The camera swung over to Tad, “Come on! Be a good little boy.” the secretary said, handing him a pair of frilly pink lace panties to put on. “You want your dick sucked some more by this mouth you will do so.” He hemmed and hawed but in the end he did what he was told to do. “That’s a good boy.” She said going back to sucking and jerking his cock, as he watched his wife’s black enslavement.

The men had her stand up and pushed her over the weight bench. Her skirt was pulled up and her pantyhose and panties were pulled off. Mr. Peters got between her legs and ate her hairy pussy, as she squirmed, then started to moan. One of his associates told her to say she wanted to be fucked by a big black cock. She wouldn’t. But after some more licking, and a huge orgasm, she said softly, “Please, fuck me with your big black cocks, please.” The men smile, then each of them took a turn at licking her pussy. By the end she was crying and begging to be fucked.

Mr. Peters’ smiled and turned to his secretary. “Fix her up.” He said, she took Ann off stage, the men turned to her husband, “Go upstairs and ask the security guy for the box he is holding for me.  In his pink panties Tad argued he could not go upstairs, Mr. Peters laughed and then delivered a slap to his face so hard I wondered if it was expected. “You do what I tell you to do.” Mr. Peters said in a low voice. Tad thought to argue for a moment but when he saw the hand which slapped him raised to do so again, he left to do what he was told to do,  as the men started to strip naked.

Tad missed Ann coming out a few moments later, totally naked, the secretary had helped her shave her pussy bald, and had put a bondage hood over her head, it had mouth, eye, and nostril holes, and was locked around her neck with a small padlock. “I don’t know why you want me to wear this.” She said. Mr. Peters laughed telling her that it was a sort of tradition, or couldn’t she tell by all the other stains on the mask?” At that moment tad came back with a dolly full of coolers. The men each took an ice cold beer swigging it down, offering none to Ann or Tad. When they finished they tossed the empty cans aside and surrounded Ann. Mr. Peters got on the weight bench and jerked his shaft hard, then he wiggled it like a fishing lure, signaling for Ann to come to him, “Get on top of it, now.”

Ann looked at Tad and said she was sorry, she climbed on top of the bench and I watched her line up her pussy with his cock and slowly lowered her ample ass down, her newly bald cunt lips stretching as tight as her mouth had a few moments ago. Oddly I thought she looked like an obscene mushroom with a black stem.

“Oh fuck! It is filling me up!” she said as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. I could not believe I was watching my mother-in-law impaling herself on a fat black cock. What was I doing at this point as I watched? Jerking my own meat off as slowly as I could, as I watched Mr. Peters suck on her tits hard while she slammed her pussy against his cock.

Tad was getting slowly blown and jerked by the secretary on the side. “It is a shame that your wife’s pussy is going to be so loose afterwards.” She said laughing. “Once she gets that black dick in her she won’t be happy with white anymore.” She said jerking him faster until he popped his load all over her tits making the men laugh.

“Tad I can’t believe you did that.” Ann shrieked across the room even as she bounced up and down on Mr. Peters’ dick. Mr. Peters turned her around so she faced away from him, as one of the other men, wishing to shut her up, came across the room and grabbed her leather hooded head and shoved his cock into her mouth. She made a surprised “Mpphh!” noise as it was shoved none too gently into her mouth.

“You know the problem with you, you talk too much.” The man said as he ruthlessly throat fucked her. The third man came back into the room with a bottle of baby oil. He spilled it over her back and rubbed it in. Then he reached around to her front, lubing her big fat tits. He squeezed them and kneaded them until they were totally covered in that shiny oil. “Oh yeah this is how I like my sluts.” He said, as Mr. Peters had her turn back around without taking his cock out of her, he leaned back on the bench raising her plump ass into the air. The other man went behind her.

“What? You are not going to? Please no!” she said as the camera followed in a close up, the man pulled her butt cheeks apart and then slowly pushed that massive black cock into her pink little asshole. She groaned and begged him no to but he continued to push, his cock bent slightly from the pressure then it slid in with an “Ugh!” on her part.

“Hey what do you think of your wife now?” said the guy ass fucking her. Tad just muttered something as under the secretary’s watch he jerked his meat nice and hard.

After harder pounding than I have ever seen in even the most vile of Euro porn today the two men pulled out of her and jerked their own cum onto her tits as she stood on her knees on the floor in front of them. They made her rub their spunk into her breasts. Then she had to stand up and had to lean over to show her dilated pussy and ass holes.

Then she got onto her knees and sucked all their cocks hard again, I heard her complain about her jaw hurting her. The men laughed and helped her to her feet. They unlaced her bondage mask, opening the pad lock and took it off of her, she thought her torment was over, little did she know it was about to begin.

Mr. Peters went to Tad and gave him another bondage hood to put on his now black fucked wife, Ann protested as he pulled it over her head, but Tad told her he now saw they had no choice. This hood was different as it only had mouth and nostrils, she would be blind, and partial deaf due to the padding. To the side of the room at least twelve more black men entered the room as Tad finished lacing the mask up.  All the men entered the room naked. Tad tried to warn his wife but he was silenced with a hand over his mouth by the secretary who led him to a chair on the side. Once he sat down in the chair she got on top of his cock and slowly rode it as he watched the men encircle his wife.

“What is going on? Tad?” Ann called out to no avail. Two cocks were put in her hands and she started to yank them. Hands groped her tits and played with pussy, rubbing it. She started to moan. “Who is there?” she cried out as she came. Mr. Peters came close to her and told her it did not matter beyond the fact that they were all big and black and she would take care of each and every one of them.

Over the next forty minutes she had every hole stuffed by multiple black cocks. Practically any position you could imagine she was fucked in. A standout moment was when one man held her hips tight and slowly fucked her to the point that she cried and begged for him to ram her hard. She was covered with cum, the mask had dark stains from the loads she took in the face.

Meanwhile, after dumping his load in the horny secretary, the now servile Tad served the men beer in the background and was rewarded by being told to lay down on the floor as the secretary rode his cock again until he came in her, though I could not see the money shot.

Mr. Peters took the bondage hood off of Ann, and she stood in shock as she saw how many men surrounded her. He brought her her glasses, I wondered why, was she going to read something?

Then I realized, as she jerked and pumped each man, all over her tits, face and stomach. Some of the guys stood around jerking themselves off and letting her finish them off. One or two insisted she hold her mouth open and shot their loads off into it, though she clearly did not like it she did as they said, which made the scene even hotter in my opinion.

I watched the cum drip off her face and glasses, she seemed nearly ready to cry, then came part two, Mr. Peters said to her, “Now let us clean you off. You are after all quite a mess.” The guys surrounded her and Mr. Peters pissed in her face, followed by the other men. The urine hit her glasses washing some, but not all the spunk off of her. Even Tad joined the line. When they were done she really was crying, and I don’t think she was acting.

The men left after moving the bench away. Tad helped her up as the secretary turned on the actual shower. Stepping off camera she came back with some soap and started to wash Ann off as Tad watched. The secretary soaped Ann’s fat tits, I hoped it would turn into a lesbian scene but it did not. Tad held her saying it was all over. Ann asked where her clothes were, and off camera we could hear Mr. Peters clear his throat.

In another room, that looked like a dressing room Ann asked for her clothes back. Mr. Peters laughed and said he had some new clothing for her, and he had one more task for her.  The secretary handed her her clothing consisting of a short black plastic looking skirt, a tube top, high heels, so high she could barely walk in them. The secretary teased her hair out, and helped her to apply way too heavy makeup. Mr. Peters told her she now looked like the whore she was and she agreed. Tad, to his humiliation got a pair of way too short and tight denim cutoffs and a pink “I Love (with the heart) New York” tee shirt.

“Now walk down to this address I have a gift for you.” He said handing her a card. “Two things, you are never to mention this evening or return to this building, and if I hear you did go to pick up your gift the deal is off.” Mr. Peters said swatting her fat ass in the tight skirt.

A cameral followed them as they walked down two long avenue blocks getting whistles and odd looks. They turned down a side street and entered a building. The film picked up in what I thought was, or could have been, a dental office. An older black man came out and looked at the card and smiled at her. “Sit in the chair and pull down that top.” He said.

Ann got into the chair as the man went into a draw and pulled out several items, he put them on a tray next to her. He took some white powder and applied it to her nipple, which hardened immediately, she complained her nipple felt numb. “Wait what are you….” She said as he used a needle to pierce her nipple, he then slid the ring into place, a heavy one by the way her nipple sagged, and locked it in place. He cleaned up the blood. Then she pulled her tube top back up.

“Mr. Peters says he will be checking at work to make sure that that is in as a reminder of tonight.” Ann turned to go, but the man cleared his throat, “You still owe me for the ring.” He said unzipping his pants, she sighed and got onto her knees. Did she really blow him? I don’t know, as the camera cut to them in a cab driving home.

The last bit of the tape had her overdubbed saying how sore her pussy was. The tape cut to a game show.  I rewound the tape and started to copy it onto a DVD. Then I threw the towel I had jerked off on into the laundry hamper.  The bigger question was what should I do? Confront Ann? Say nothing? Tad had left her a few years ago for a younger Asian woman he had met in his store. I would have to give it some thought.  The one thing that made me chuckle was that out of all the lame gifts she had ever bought me, this tape was the only one that was worth the while.

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