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I knew it wouldn?t be easy; I started putting the idea in her head over a year ago. During our love making I began by whispering in her ear how I wanted to see her hot 5?4?, 132lb, 36,27,38 auburn hair, tan body take a big black cock and how I wanted to see him suck on her pierced nipples. With all my hot steamy sex talk I was spewing in her ear all I got was a ?Ya right!? After about 2 months of talking about BBC with her I ordered six hours of hot hard core interracial porn from our satellite company. As we were watching the movies I asked her to imagine that it was her taking that big black cock. She would turn her head and try not to watch but every now and then I would catch her watching this kept on for about an hour, till she was cumming on my little hard five inch penis.

I knew the thought of having a big black cock going deep into her pussy beyond my little dicks reach was getting to her. The thoughts of playing again were implanted in to Tina?s mind. Another thing that helped was her new job and her new friends.

Tina has become very close friends with about three black women and they all would talk about sex during their breaks. One particular friend, Maxine told her about using throat spray to numb her throat so she could take her husband?s huge cock deep into her throat. I know there was more said during their discussions but Tina didn?t tell me anymore details. My wife won?t tell Maxine but I want to say thanks to Maxine, I know all their sex talk and first hand stories is what really made Tina change her mind.

This November Tina took a big step in releasing her inner slut. For my birthday I asked her to get her pussy pierced this request has been turned down for over 3 years so when she agreed I knew something was changing and I offered her the chance to play again after she healed, this time she agreed. I started looking for guys with sizable cocks for her and changed our profile on the swinger?s site we use to reflect my preferences for her as BBCs.

I got three responses two white guys and one black guy. I e-mailed them all we might have an opportunity for a small gang bang if we could all meet at the same time, which picked everyone?s interest. I set up the meeting at a local hotel with a bar attached on the 26th of Dec.

We got a room around 5 pm and played around a little. I didn?t want her to cum just yet just wanted to get her motor purring. She was going good and modeled her sexy X-Mas gifts for me. Then she started getting ready to go to the bar putting on a sexy top, very short mini skirt, some thigh high stockings, and an very, very tiny see through mesh g-string. The panties I got her for her birthday, I was hoping she would wear them and show off her new piercing and her pussy when she was wearing her short skirts.

It was after she got dressed and was smoking a cigarette that I showed her the pictures of the black guy (Hans) that I invited. One picture of his face and one of his very impressive cock, I told her that I had invited him to join us tonight and she didn?t even bat an eye. Then I told her I also invited two other white guys and her jaw dropped to the floor ?Three guys are you crazy? she said in a very high voice! I told her not to worry, I was sure not all of them would show.

Boy was I right, we had been in the bar for over two hours waiting and NO ONE had shown up yet! This was bad, I was freaking out on the inside and couldn?t let her see that all my plans for tonight were ticking away. I knew Hans might be late but the others just didn?t show. I texted all of them and just as I had thought they would the two white guys flaked out and the only one that showed was Hans about 30 minutes later.

When I introduced Hans to Tina she was so nervous she downed her drink and ordered another one rather quickly, I think she was trying to get some liquid courage in her ASAP. Hans was great put us both at ease real quickly and was just easy to talk to. After about an hour I noticed that Tina was getting a comfortable with him, she had moved for 6 feet away to about a foot away from Hans. I leaned asked her if she was ready to go up stairs? All she said was ?I think so? I told her to go ahead and go to our room and we would join her shortly.

After she left, I was making small talk with Hans and told him Tina?s needed a few moments to herself before we went up. Trying to find something to talk about when we joined Tina upstairs, I started talking about her newest piercing. Being very proud that she did it I told him that she really likes for it to be played with after finishing our small talk and our drinks we went upstairs.

When we made it to the room Tina was sitting at the small table finishing smoking a cigarette, Hans sat on a chair next to her and I sat on the king size bed. We all started talking again, I made and served drinks to the soon to be lovers. When things started to stall the conversation was dyeing down it was getting a little uncomfortable and no one knowing what to do next that?s when I became my wife?s willing cuckold.

I asked Hans if he minded if I took pictures of tonight?s activities. He didn?t mind so I asked Tina to move over next to him. It was so funny the fist pictures I tool looked like a couples X-Mas card that they would send out to their friends. Not a wife about to break her weddings vows by fucking this black stud to multiple orgasms. I asked them to kiss for the camera; they started with some friendly kisses then after a few more pictures the French kissing started. That?s when I told Tina I had told Hans of her newest piercing and suggested that she show him. I had to get the ball rolling it was already after midnight.

Tina pulled up her short skirt up and showed him, Hans took the opportunity and pulled Tina?s damp panties aside with his thick dark black fingers to get a better look and feel. After about five minutes of her new lover playing with her clit and piercing, I stopped taking pictures and set my camera down moved forward and began removing Tina?s cloths. I said, ?we can get you a better view then that!? and started to remove Tina?s clothes, I was getting my wife ready for her newest lover and being a good cuckold I quickly stripped her and surrendered her to him!

I stepped back and grabbed my camera and began taking pictures again. Ten minutes later after, Hans fingered her pussy, squeezed, flicked her nipples; Hans removed his pants and was now completely necked. I quickly followed his lead and removed all my clothes thinking this would be a three some sometime later tonight. I recommended that we swap places and Hans quickly picked up his newest slut and carried her to the bed. He quickly began licking her dripping wet pussy, tonguing her hood piercing make her squirm all over the bed as she came. Hans made her climax another three times before he rolled over and laid on his back presenting his flaccid 6 ½ inch cock for her to bring to life orally.

This is what I was waiting for; I had my camera ready as she moved her upper body to give her access to suck her newest lover?s cock. I was standing very close to my wife for the close up picture. This would be the first time she ever had a Big Black Cock in her body! I was now nude standing close to them ready for the next picture when I saw Tina compare his soft cock to my hard one. I could see her smirk as she had noticed the same thing I did. His was bigger soft then I was hard. I didn?t care about the smirk this is what I wanted to have her be my BBC cuckoldress!

Just as fast as the smirk appeared it was gone, of course it might have had something to do with her trying to devour his cock slamming her face down on his cock. Faster and faster deeper and deeper she was now going to town on him, holding his growing 7?, 8?, 8.5? cock in her left hand it was so intense seeing her wedding ring, the symbol of our love and devotion gripping his cock! The pictures I took of that moment will remind me of my emerging cuckoldry.

After Tina?s sucking of his cock for a good 10 minutes the big black monster grew to 8.5? and as thick as a baby?s arm, covered with her saliva it was ready for her cunt! Hans pulled her into a 69 position. This allowed her to try and deep throat him. The chocking sound, puffed out cheeks, and the watering eyes was a sure sign the she had reached her limit of what look to be just over 7?. Hans was ready to take my wife?s pussy and turned her around resting his cock?s head right at the entrance and stopped, I think he remembered that I had mentioned to Him earlier that Tina?s womb was unprotected and fertile and he moved ever so slightly and reached for, opened, and rolled the condom on to his cock. I couldn?t believe it; the condom didn?t go all the way down to the base off his cock it stopped about an inch or two from the base.

With her baby maker now protected from his black seed, he let her place his beast at her hungry pussy. There she was, on top of him with her legs on either side of his thighs. In this position Hans knew she could slowly ease herself down onto his mammoth cock and stretching herself open at her own pace. I knew I had to step back, take photos, and just watch? this was her moment to take and use Hans?s tool as she needed to.

Then I heard the first of what would be many moans from my wife lips that night. She had gotten past the first 5? quickly and was still rocking back and forth. Hans looked cool just laying their like nothing was happening playing with her nipples flicking them and tugging on her nipple rings. He could fell her tight pussy starting to clamp down on his cock. With a big smile on his face he knew without even trying he had just giving her another orgasm and she still hadn?t hit the base of his cock. Back and forth, back and forth, slowly then in a flash she just let go moved her legs out of the way and forced her cunt down until her pussy was resting on his balls. That?s all he was waiting for and he started giving her pussy about 15 to 20 quick hard upward jabs.

The soft moans from her lips turned into loud grunts and opened mouth heavy breathing as she would keep repeating ?Oh My God, Oh Shit, Oh My God? over and over. I was standing right behind them now completely out of sight, taking in the glory of watching his black cock disappear into her creamy white pussy. There could have been a dozen guy around them right then I don?t think either would have noticed or cared.

With my camera in one hand and pre cum dripping from my very hard 5? cock in the other, I snapped picture after picture of her deep dicking. I couldn?t even count how many times she came in the 15 minutes in this position. Hans sat straight up and pulled and held Tina in a position to match his. He lifted her with his forearms and dropped her onto his cock over and over then he would wiggle his ass like a dog with worms on a carpet, whatever he did it didn?t matter he was making her cum again and again. Just giving her seconds to catch her breath then he would change positions again.

Hans let Tina lay back in between his legs, and then he grabbed her arms and pulled her on to his dick. It was impressive only seconds after they switched positions Hans continuing to find the spot in her that had never been touched before, every button she had he was hitting. One spot made Tina curl up grab him and moan into his mouth as she had to kiss him for sending this intense orgasm racing through her body. Tina again fell back trying to catch her breath, again repeating ?OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, OH MY GOD?. Hans had a devilish grin on his face, and we both knew what he was doing to her, he was changing her forever! My wife Tina was becoming a BBC Slut and I a willing cuckold.

Hans moved Tina from position to position for almost 2.5 hours. The sweat was rolling off his forehead into Tina?s face without a word. Drip it hits her cheek, drip it hit her in the eye, drip in her open mouth and not a word. Both their bodies were covered in sweat and glistening. Then I realized I was slacking in my duties as a cuckold, and I quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel for this Bull! He actually took the time and thanked me before moving Tina into the final position in this fuck fest.

?Modified Missionary? with one leg straight up in the air and Hans positioned just right stance to sink his cock as deep as he could. With one final push he bottomed out against Tina?s womb they both finally came together and with one last ?OH MY FUCKING GOD, SHIT, OH YES? Tina felt his cock swell and empty into the only thing keeping her from black breed mother his now well used condom.

Hans jumped up removed the condom and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Tina laying on the bed fanning herself to cool down found it hard to belief what had just happened, but there she was dripping in sweet, her legs were shaking a sign her body gives off after getting fucked really hard and a huge smile. She knew they were fucking for a long time but over 2 ½ hours of hard core fucking. She looked at me and I had a kid in the candy store look on my face, all she could say was ?What?? I had to say it, I had to? ?I told you he would hit the spots I never could and that you wouldn?t be disappointed!? It was just about 3 am I had gotten them both towels, drinks and even got dressed and went to another floor to get some ice because their drinks weren?t cold enough. After about 15 more minutes I asked Tina to join me on the bed, she came over walking a little funny saying how sore she was. When she laid down I started to caress her body, kiss her lips, suckle her tits and lick her pussy. I was working her for about 5 minutes when I noticed our guest sitting watching us. I tugged on Tina to move over and asked Hans to join us again Tina reached down and started fondling both our cocks. I moved to her pussy and rolled her into a position to where she could suck Hans cock. I really didn?t have a good angle to eat Tina?s pussy so I spent most of my time watching them again.

It wasn?t long and I?ll be dammed if Hans BBC wasn?t ready for another round, his cock stood at full mast and I could see the wanting in Train?s eyes. This time I wanted to prove one more thing to her that having an uncovered BBC was too hard to resist and telling him to pull out wouldn?t be so easy! So I asked her ?Do you want to ride him bareback?? A strange look came over her face then she asked ?What?s that?? The room filled with laughter I asked her ?Do you want his cock without a condom on it.? All she said was ?Whatever? so I told her she would need to ask Hans if she could ride his cock bareback. With his cock just beyond her lips Tina turned her head and ask Hans in a very seductive tone ?Do want to fuck me bareback?? of course he said ?Yes!?

This time I wanted front row seats I was right next to her and I helped her stand up on the bed to get in the ?Cowgirl position? I was just about in between Hans legs as she lowered herself onto her black lovers raw cock, onto his uncovered Big Black Cock. Tina?s womb was unprotected from his black baby making batter. This was the biggest thrill of my fantasies!

I would whisper into her ear when we were making love that when she took her first black cock that she wouldn?t be able to stop and ask him to put on a condom after she started taking it raw and if he didn?t want to pull out she would have to take his cum in her pussy. Deep into her womb and she might get pregnant if she didn?t get on the pill soon!

Here she was, impaled on Hans unprotected cock lost in the moment, in the ecstasy of his cock mastery. What a sight I was smiling for ear to ear, I wanted to see her try to stop herself at that moment I wanted to see her pussy full of his cum and deal with the rest later.

After another 15 minutes I recommended the reverse Cowgirl so I could see her face and her pussy up close as she rode him. I couldn?t believe it every position he did earlier he was doing again! At one point I tried to help, Hans was standing at the corner of the bed with Tina?s legs resting on his chest and she was determined to watch this big beautiful pleasure giving cock as it disappeared into her. I positioned my body so her head could rest on me allowing her a clear view. At that time I started playing with her tits and tried to get her to suck my little chubby but she just couldn?t take her attention off Hans?s love muscle.

I knew I wasn?t needed in this mix she was being fuck by a master cocksman and I was just a rookie trying to get a little pleasure for myself. I quickly remembered my place as the cuckold and backed away from them.

It was now after five in the morning; Hans had started this fuck fest just after midnight and there still at it, all I was thinking holly shit! Hans was close to cumming again I could tell he had Tina in the ?Missionary position? again when he propped himself on his legs and really began driving it home. Tina was moaning so load I thought for sure I would get a call or a knock on the door form hotel management. The last big shriek for Tina was all it took and the sound of her orgasm had gotten to Hans, he was speeding up for his own moment of truth?would he pull it out or cover her womb with his black seed.

As Tina?s legs locked behind him, pulling him in Hans gave one last deep push there it was?Hans quickly clutched the base of his cock and pulled it out and came all shot after shot all over Tina?s stomach. Seven long streams of baby making batter now cover Trina and I could see the disappointment in her eyes of not feeling there fuck fest reach it climax in her.

What a site! My wife covered in her new black lovers cum, all I could think of was my cuckold responsibilities. I was ready and willing to clean her, I knew she was ready for me to use my tongue lick every drop of her Big Black Cock lover?s juices from her body when Hans still between her legs took his hand towel and begin to wipe her off. Both Tina?s eyes and mine met with a look of disappointment! Hans not knowing of our want just finished his cleaning and got up sat in an armchair.

Looking tired Hans started smoking a cigarette and was joined by Tina shortly after. All of us discussed the events of the night and how sore Tina was. I still reminded her I hadn?t had any release so far this night and I had a hard on for most of the five hours they were fucking. She finally gave in and agreed to give me some in a little bit. After about a fifteen minute break I asked Trina to join me in the bed, Hans was getting dressed very slowly. I wasn?t hard anymore my little dock was sore from all the wanking it had gone that night and it didn?t want to get hard again. I couldn?t believe it here I was with my wife right after she?d been fucked by her new lover and I couldn?t get it up! She made some jokes and the room filled with both Tina?s and Hans?s laughter. This was a new sensation ?Humiliation? and I liked it.

My wife was making fun of my little flaccid dick in front of her BBC lover and I liked it! I tried everything I eat her pussy, she suck my soft little pecker, I even tried to push the little sucker in her but you?re your only 1.75? soft there?s not a lot to try and push in? nothing was working! After five hours of wanking and leaking cum waiting for my turn all I could do was listen to our room full of laughter. But that?s what worked I was able to get a semi hard-on after about 15 minutes and thinking how my wife was belittling me in front of her new BULL. I was hard enough to get it in and start to show my wife what I could do!

That?s what I did I was going to start in the missionary position then maybe the cowgirl I would show them both what I could do with a 5? pecker? then 57 seconds later, just after getting started I tensed up and couldn?t hold back I came! That was it I was done and all I heard was ?You?re kidding, you?re not done already are you?? And the room filled with laughter again! Trina said ?All you did was make me a mess!? I gave her the hand towel and she wiped herself clean. She finished with saying ?It took me longer to clean up your mess then it did for you to make it!?

Hans came over to the bed fully dressed ready to leave still chuckling leaned down and passionately kiss Tina goodbye for a good five minutes rubbing her bare tits the entire time. I could tell Hans was sending us both a message with his kiss, Hans was re-instilling his superiority over me.

I got the message and I know Tina did to; ?57 seconds? was what she said when their lips parted and he thanked her for the great time, he looked over at me and said ?Keep in touch? turned and walked out the door. I knew it right then I?m now a BBC cuckold, I knew she was changed forever and would soon crave Big Black Cock and would willingly seek it out. I also knew that the feeling of humiliation Tina just gave me really turned me on and I just got to explore that sensation a lot more. I remembered seeing something about locked up cucks and I knew I had my mission! I had to get Tina to lock up my pecker as she taking her next BBC?more to come.. Needless to say I am back on Cuckold Place

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I give your wife absolutely no respect, hell, she doesn?t deserve any.  She is, after all, cheating on her husband.  She isn?t all that concerned about getting respect.  She wants to be thoroughly fucked and that?s all I am after too.  Well, I do enjoy spending your hard earned dough.  Most important, I don?t have to worry about knocking the pig up, she isn?t going to come to me crying.  Hell, you probably never realized that the kid you?re putting through school ain’t even yours.

With merciless earnest, I cop a nut in your bitch.  My massive tool rams in and out of your wife?s cunt.  Stretching it out of shape, filling it deeper than you can imagine.  Her legs spread so wide that her crotch is sore for days after.  I bite the nipples of her breast till she screams in agony.  Every now and then I pull my cock out of her traumatized cunt and slap her on the clit.  There aren?t any kisses, nor any caresses, only a cunt reaming by the biggest dick your wife has ever known.  The lousy slut begs for more.  And damn do I give it to her.  I don?t care that her twat is in pain as I slam it in and pull it out.  Popping my nuts is my only concern.

When the whore is laying on your bed, trembling from exhaustion, I drizzle my sperm all over her ass.  Then I stuff my gigantic cock deep into her tiny asshole.  While she is begging me to stop, I am calling her all the filthy names I can think of.  After all, she ain’t nothing but a cheating little scumbag.  By the time she is ready to pass out, I am just getting started.

Nothing turns me on more than having my humongous tool deep in a woman?s asshole while she convulses uncontrollably beneath me.  Her limp body is at my mercy.  I ram all 14 inches of my dick up a hole you have never used, them turn her inside out as I pull it all the way out.  Stroke after powerful stroke she becomes weaker and weaker, until she is putty in my hands.  As my massive dick swells with orgasm, your sleazy wife begs me to stop.  With each mournful plea, I pump harder and harder.

Your pitiful efforts will never make the missus happy, so you ought to just give up and continue to let me fuck that cunt the way it is intended to be fucked.  I just might let you watch from time to time, if you pay me.  I only charge your slut wife fifty bucks an hour, and you could see her finally enjoy sex for another fifty.

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Right then I should have run the other way.  Why didn’t I?  Well, I’m not tall (a few inches shorter than her), not strong, and not great looking.  I’d never had much luck with girls and — Wendy got me to admit — was still a virgin.  She, on the other hand, was extremely confident and unwilling to compromise.  Other guys loved to look at her full figure, which she was happy to show off.  So, instead of breaking up, I foolishly agreed to her demands.  That same night she let me see her naked (WOW!) and took me to her bedroom.  Wendy was definatly the boss and made me strip for inspection.  Her attention immediately went to my immature penis.

She laughed and told me, “Now I really don’t want you trying to climb on top of me to get into my pussy.  Look at that little dick.”  She stepped closer and ran her soft hands down my chest.  When her fingers passed over my nipples I gasped and started to get an erection.  “Oh, so you like having your titties played with, like a girl?”  Wendy teased me that way some more, until I was moaning loudly.  “Let’s see what kind of stamina your teenie weenie has.”  She turned and pressed her doublewide ass against my crotch, then wagged her hips side to side.  “Do you like that, stud?”

I moaned my approval.  Wendy chuckled at how easily she had taken control of my libido.  Then she turned back to me and grasped my member, enclosing it in her hand.  Suddenly she was stroking it vigorously, her free hand returning to my chest, toying with first one nipple and then the other.  In just under a minute I grunted and shot my meager reserve of cum into her persuasive palm.  I groaned in defeat and let my shoulders slump.

Wendy thought my lack of control was hilarious.  She laughed so hard her big bust shook.  Then she grinned evilly and spread my ejaculate over the fronts of both her tits.

“You’ve got a choice, Mr. Premature Ejaculation.  You can lick my jugs clean right now or you can get your clothes on and leave.  If you don’t know how to do what I tell you, I never want to see you again.”

I was shocked but too much under her seductive spell and too weak willed.  That was the second time I should have left but again I stayed.  Not only did I remain there, but I leaned forward and lapped one of her nipples, getting a taste of my own spend.  I gagged a bit but didn’t stop.  Wendy sat on the edge of the bed and put her fingertips on my shoulders, pressing down to signal that she wanted me on my knees.  As soon as I was kneeling she leaned forward and pulled by face against her other pillowy breast, getting the sticky mess on my nose and lips.  I had to lick up the rest and suck both her nipples.  Then I had to lap clean the palm of her hand.  All of that got her hot and she swung her plump legs up and stretched out comfortably on her back.

“Okay,” she said and pointed to her crotch.  “Get your face on my snatch and show me what else you can do with your tongue.  You said you’re a virgin but I’m sure you’ve jerked off to porn flicks and magazines.  Right?”  Shamefaced, I admitted that was true.  She went on, “Then you have some idea how to take care of a girl with your mouth.  Start by licking my big pussy lips and when I’m ready for something else I’ll give you more instructions.  Imagine you’re in one of those pornies you love to whack off to.”

I began licking, startled by the strong taste.  I hadn’t watched that much porn.  It had just been a few times when I was desperately horny.  Even so, I knew Wendy would always look down on me for it.  At the same time, my revelation reinforced the idea that I wouldn’t have any luck with other females if I did leave her.  I guess that over the next hour, while she coached me through giving her three noisy orgasms, my fate was decided.  By the time I got off her bed to fetch her a can of beer, I was trapped.

Our sex life went along like that.  Wendy warned me not to jerk off in secret anymore.  That restriction, along with all the times I saw her naked, touched her while giving her head, and washed her back and legs in the shower, keep me desperate for release.  She loved to tease me, even stroking my penis but always stopping short of giving me an orgasm.  Wendy also made me masturbate in front of her, sometimes with a pair of her soiled panties around my organ.  Again, I wasn’t permitted to finish.  I began to associate the feel and smell of her unwashed lingerie with my arousal.  She was turning me into a fetishist.

Wendy also got off on regulating other aspects of my life.  When we went out to eat she selected my meals, sometimes really rubbing it in by choosing for me from the childrens’ menu.  Or she would order me items that didn’t go together and then insist that I ‘clean the plate’.  When we had a cute waitress Wendy would scold me in front of her, or talk openly about how useless I was.  At bars she would either not let me drink, or order me a girly drink, like and Apple-tini, or something with a paper umbrella in it.  Guys stared at such a voluptuous woman paired with a dork who would drink a sissy concoction.  Once she even ordered me too much booze and got me drunk, then insulted me until I was sniffling and wiping my nose on my sleeve (at her insistence).  Everyone watched me like I was a total idiot.

Back at her apartment she made me do all the housework, sometimes in the nude, never with more on than the humiliating briefs — several sizes too small and in bright colors — that she bought me.  Actually, I should say she picked them.  I did all the buying.  She got a chuckle out of making me pay for items she used to demean me.  Another of those items was a chamois for me to use to buff her boots.  Wendy had a few pairs when I met her but quickly acquired several more with the aid of my credit cards.  She especially liked one pair, in gleaming black leather, with four inch stiletto heels.  She made me polish them while she had them on, sometimes sitting on the couch watching TV for an hour or more while I knelt and endlessly rubbed them, stealing peeks under her short skirts, feeling my neglected desires mount.  Soon I was thinking about her panties AND boots obsessively.

What else?  She made me get on the bed naked while she gabbed with her girlfriends on her hands-free cellphone headset.  I had to massage her feet, kiss her legs, press my nose into her moist pussy, or do whatever else her whims dictated.  If she called several of her friends it might go on for hours.  Once she wore those boots to bed and had me using the chamois on them, alternating that with masturbating with her worn panties around my small dick.  I had rub my nose into her snatch so that I was breathing her scent in the entire time.  It was maddening and took me one step deeper into her control of my life.

Then she surprised me with the news that she had decided we should get married.  I didn’t know what to say.  The way she mistreated me was destroying my already weak ego, but how she had gotten me addicted to her body, panties and boots prevented me from saying no.  Like I mentioned earlier, there were chances for me to get her out of my life.  If I’d been stronger, even a little, that might have happened.  Instead, I immediately said yes to her intention of marrying.  In fact, I still remember, I answered her with grateful enthusiasm.

Three weeks later we had gotten the license and were in a small church.  On her side of the aisle were Wendy’s rowdy friends.  The females were all showing plenty of cleavage and leg.  The men all looked like they would beat me up at a word from my bride.  On my side of the aisle I had no friends.  Wendy had decided that she didn’t want any of my ‘loser buddies’ to be there.  Not that there would have been many of them, but I went along with her decree.  I had a few aunts and uncles.  Up front were my domineering mother and my wishy washy dad.  They looked like an older version of Wendy and I.  The picture that put in my mind, of being henpecked for decades as my father had been, was frightening but I was too cowardly to back out on my wedding day.  Anyway, I told myself, once we were married she had to treat me better.  Right?

Wrong.  At the reception Wendy danced with other guys.  Danced very close.  When I got upset she told me it was okay because she had dated them and, if they had already slept together why couldn’t they dance close.  My mom even danced that way with a few of them as my dad sat and watched with a pained look on his bland face.  My new bride insisted that I dance with her girlfriends.  They wanted to dance VERY close, and kept me aroused the entire time.  At the end of the reception Wendy was slightly tipsy on champagne and gave all the guys long deep kisses.  I felt gueasy watching that, knowing they were she was rubbing her tongue all over theirs.

Then it was time for us to go back to her place to — I hoped desperately — consummate our marriage in the traditional way.  If I could at least get that much, maybe there was hope for our future sex life together.

At Wendy’s apartment, which she insisted on calling it even though I had been paying the rent for months, she ordered me to strip.  I got undressed with a mixture of hope and fear.  Wendy slipped out of her wedding gown but kept on her white garter belt with its half dozen sexy garters, along with her shiny white stockings and cream colored heels.  She put the little white pillbox hat that was part of her bridal outfit back atop her head.  The hat had glitter on it and a net veil which she lowered over her eyes.  Seeing her like that, naked except for those items, looking like both a bride and a maddeningly desirable sex object, her overblown curves on show, left me weak with need.

She turned her back to me and said, as placidly as if she were asking me to hand her the TV remote, “Kiss my ass, you sexual zero.”

“I… what?”

“Kiss my ass.  Or are you too feeble minded to get even that right?  Start with those big soft cheeks you love to touch and work your way to the deep valley in the middle.  Then you can work your way to my a-hole.  Is there any part of that you don’t understand?”

“B… but, honey, it’s our wedding night.  I thought we would, I mean, that we might, you know…”

“What?  Screw?  Did your nothing dick get bigger while I wasn’t looking?  Did you learn to keep from shooting as soon as you get started?  No, you’re not getting any sex tonight.  Or any night.  Not unless you want to count having your mouth all over my twat as sex, because you’ll be getting all of that you can stand, and more.  Or maybe you want to count ass kissing as sex.  Because that’s what you’re going to do right now, unless you want me to have this marriage annulled, throw you out on the street, and tell everyone what a pussy licking, small dicked, wimp loser you are.  Is that what you want, you jerkoff?  Should I tell everybody how touching my boots gives you a stiffy?”

“N… no.  P… pl… please, Wendy.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to be difficult.  I’ll do whatever you say.  I’ll… do what you told me.”

“Say it, wanker.  Tell me what you’re going to do right now.”

“I’m… going to… kiss your bottom cheeks and…”  I hesitated.  “And then I’m going to kiss your, um… a-hole.”  I swallowed hard.

“That’s right.”  She grabbed my ear, twisted it violently, making me cry out in pain, and tugged downward.  I dropped to my knees.  “Now do it, you weakling.”

With tears brimming in my eyes, I craned my neck forward and planted my lips on her broad pink bottom, kissing the pliant flesh firmly so there would be no doubt that I was cooperating.  My new bride laughed and backed up a step.  Her ass filled my field of vision.  To my shock I got a rampant hard-on.  I continued kissing, covering both her plump cheeks.  Then, feeling dizzy and confused, I moved toward the central divide.  Her earthy scent filled my nostrils as I orally worshipped the inner sides of her buttocks.  Then, unable to stall any longer, I put my face against the meridian of her well-padded rump and, with my hands on her full desirable hips, pressed my features into that prison of flesh.  My mouth found its target and I kissed hard, over and over, as she purred with satisfaction and gave her backside several inviting wiggles.

“Go on,” she instructed.  “Finish the job.  Get your tongue inside me.”

Did she mean…?  OMG, she did.  Revulsed, yet so far gone already that I could see no alternative, and afraid of more physical punishment like that unexpected ear twisting, I jabbed my tongue into her tightness, as deeply as I could manage, and worked it back and forth.  She moaned her approval and didn’t stop me for several long minutes.  Suddenly she stepped away and turned to look down at my crotch.  Not only did I still have an erection, but without meaning to I had put my hand down there and was squeezing it rhythmically.  Wendy scowled.  Then she grinned.

“Well,” she declared.  “If you’re allowed to have fun that way, even though I forbade it, I guess that means I can do whatever I please.”

She turned and took her cellphone off the dresser to hit a pre-set number.  “Hello, Tank?  Yeah, it’s Wendy.  Looks like my new idiot husband is a complete flop on our wedding night.  How about you come over to my place and we can show him how it’s done the right way.  Ten minutes?  I should what?  Tank, baby, that’s a wild idea.  Yeah, I’ll be in bed on my back, waiting for you.  I never took back your spare key, right?  Guess I knew somehow that you’d need it again.”  She laughed.  “See you in ten, lover.”

I was still on my knees, the taste of her ass on my tongue.  She fell back onto the mattress and lewdly spread her curvaceous legs.

“Tank wants you to go down on me so I’ll be wet when he gets here.  He’s got a huge cock and he’s afraid he’ll hurt me with it if I’m not all lubricated.  And he wants you to get me ready so you’ll understand your place in this threesome, right from the start.  Isn’t that considerate of him?”

“B… but, Wendy.  Darling.  I love you.”

“Yeah, and I love you.  I love having your face against my pussy and your tongue giving me foreplay.  Get down there and get busy, idiot.”

Close to tears, I laid between her heavy thighs and did what she said.  I kissed her mound and then began to lap her thick nether lips.  She grunted happily and told me not to dare bring her off, because she was saving that for when Tank got there.  At her instruction I also used plenty of saliva to get her prepped for the man who was going to screw her on OUR wedding night.  I was sick and afraid.

I heard the lock turn, the door open, and then the door slam.  Heavy footsteps came directly to the bedroom.

“Hey, sweetstuff,” Tank said cheerfully.  “Why don’t we get that shrimp out from between your legs and put something substantial there?”

She laughed and gave me several hard blows with her heels.  “Go on, jerkweed.  You heard the man.  The real man.  Get off the bed and make space for someone who knows how to screw and has the equipment to do it.”

As I stood up, ashamed to be seen naked by another man, Tank was already undoing his shirt.  He barked at me, “Get down there and untie my shoes, good-for-nothing.  You don’t want to make your pretty bride wait for her fun, do you?”  When I didn’t answer he snapped at me, “DO YOU?”

“Nuh… no Sir.”  I dropped to one knee and clumsily undid his shoelaces, fearful that he would kick me.

Tank stepped out of his shoes and undid his trousers.  Then he stripped the rest of the way and I saw that Wendy’s claim about his penis had not been exaggerated.  Even limp he was larger than I was with an erection.  There must have been seven inches hanging between his hairy, muscular thighs.  Then he stepped to the side of the bed and she got up on one elbow to lick his waiting member.  At once it began to rise impressively.  As my new wife fitted her mouth over the thick head it reached an alarming nine inches.  My lower lips was trembling and I had to fight back tears.

“Come on, Tank.  I’ve missed that big stick for way too long.  Shove it into me, you damned bastard.”

He was only too eager to comply, not caring at all that it was her marriage night and I was her husband.  Tank got on his knees and set the end of his cock against her pussy, which was wet from my efforts.  He eased in several inches which were greeted by her loud sighs.  Then he buried the rest in her, up to his plum-sized balls.  Wendy squealed with pleasure and writhed her hips as much as the impalement allowed.  Tank began pumping, without technique or even concern for her pleasure, but the dimensions of his rod made up for any and all deficiencies in his style.  She moaned gratefully and met his downstrokes with upward thrusts of her broad hips.  The two of them went at it like animals, slamming their bodies together, on and on, his staying power more than I could have dreamed of possessing, until at last they exploded into twin orgasms.  Their climaxes were long and violent before subsiding into mellow afterglows.

Tank rolled off her and looked straight at me.  “Yo, wimpboy, get me a cold brew.  Hurry up.”

Still naked, I raced to the kitchen.  Wisely, I grabbed a can of beer for Wendy as well.  They accepted them, popped the tabs, and clanked them together in a crude toast.

“To screwing,” offered Tank.

“To screwing YOU,” amended Wendy.  “Because I’m sure as sheepshit never going to let my worthless husband put his baby-sized dick into me.  In fact, why don’t we make this a regular thing, Tank?  I mean, I’ve got my jerk-off new husband to pay the bills.  Did I tell you he likes to pull his tiny pud?  He does.  I make him do it in front of me but I almost never let him squirt.”  They both laughed.  “But really,” she went on, “I need a huge cock like yours all the time.  Come on, Tank.  We were always good together before.”

He belched unapologetically.  She giggled as if he had made a witty remark.  Wiping his lips with the back of his powerful hand, Tank told my new bride, “Sure.  Why the hell not?  Like you said, we make beautiful sex together.”

They kissed passionately.  Then Tank got a bright look on his usually dull face.  “You know what?  I just figured how to seal the deal and like, at the same time, show your patsy husband where he fits into all this.”  To me he threateningly said, “You, pussyface.  Get your mouth back on my woman’s snatch and eat her again.  I want that big mess of paste I left all cleaned up.  Understand?”

“But I can’t…”

His brutish features scowled at me.  I didn’t need him to say anything out loud.  In seconds I was back into my usual bedroom role, my face where I wanted my dick to be, about to eat out Wendy.  Only this time she was filled with another man’s thick, strong-tasting cum.  Trying not to gag, I got my lips and tongue on her and working.  It made my stomach heave but I managed to do it.  They kept me at it for a quarter hour while they kissed wetly and he pawed her breasts.  Finally, satisfied that I had been shown my place in the new order of relationships, Tank permitted me to stop.  He drained the rest of his beer in one long swallow and commanded me to bring another.

That’s the way it’s been ever since.  My wife openly cheats on me with him and loves doing it.  She teases me endlessly and only lets me finish about once every three weeks.  To make sure I don’t enjoy those rare occasions she always watches as I jerk myself off into my hand, halting me several times before allowing me to unload my testicles of their burden, and then delights in having me unhurriedly lick up and swallow my goo, all the while taunting me about what a failure I am and how disgusting my habits — the ones she demands I practice — are to her.

Often she goes out with Tank.  They like to lock me in her closet with her boots and several pairs of her used panties, items that elevate my sexual desires to uncomfortable levels.  Then they come home half drunk and screw wildly as I cower behind the door and listen.  Everytime, however, they remember to release me so I can crawl over and slurp up the generous supply of their mixed fluids from Wendy’s body.

My wife told my Mom about the way things work between us.  My mother not only approved, but told her to make sure I do all the shopping and housework, ideas that Wendy adopted at once.  She also told my wife not to be afraid to slap me in the face when I deserved it — or if she just felt like doing it.

I’m not allowed to go out on my own or to have more than a few dollars in my wallet.  Wendy lets me carry one credit card, which is expired.  I’m not allowed to eat anything out of the refridgerator without her permission.  She even has a ‘bad boy chair’ in the corner that I have to sit in, with my pants down around my ankles, whenever she wants to humiliate me for some minor infraction of her everchanging household rules.

My life is miserable as I pass the months being cuckolded and treated like a spineless nobody.  Our second anniversary is only two weeks away.  Wendy says she has a big surprise planned for me.  I’m terrified to discover what it is.

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“That son of a bitch!” she growled out loud. “He did it to me again!”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she went into the bathroom to get a tissue. She looked in the mirror as she dabbed at her eyes, being careful not to smear her makeup. Today was her twentieth wedding anniversary with Walt. She had planned on having a romantic evening with her husband, beginning with a candle light dinner at their favorite restaurant. She was wearing an outfit designed to arouse him, and set the stage for after dinner activities. A sheer white blouse with an ankle length skirt, slit to mid thigh, and the highest spike heels she could find. The only underwear she had on was a pair of jet black thigh high stockings.

But Walt wasn’t home, and it was already an hour late. Oh yes, the bastard had called to say he was running behind, but that he would be on time for their dinner reservations.

“Fuck him!” Kathy exclaimed loudly. “I’ve had enough of this bullshit!”

She threw the tissue into the waste basket and went downstairs. She grabbed her black leather coat from the closet and her car keys and purse and headed for the garage. She didn’t have a clue where she was going, but she was dressed for an evening out, and she was going to have an evening out!

She drove for a while, not paying particular attention to her surroundings. It was dark out, and she didn’t really know where she was.  The lights for a bar on the corner caught her attention. Her temper hadn’t subsided much, and she was ready to do something spiteful that she could throw in Walt’s face. She was beginning to smile as she pulled into the parking lot of the bar.  The lot was nearly full, but she found a parking space next to a light blue Lincoln. As she opened her door to get out, the slit in her skirt revealed her left leg all the way to her crotch. She started to pull it down, then laughed.

“Maybe someone will enjoy the show,” she muttered to herself. She locked the car and headed for the entrance.

As she walked into the bar, the thick smoke almost made her cough. She was a non-smoker and rarely, if ever drank. She slowly walked over to the bar and found an empty stool. She sat down and the bartender came over to her.

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” he asked.

Kathy paused a moment before answering.  “A double vodka martini, please.” she finally answered.  As the bartender made her drink, she looked around the bar. Immediately she noticed that most of the people in the place were black.

“Here you go, darlin’” the bartender said as he placed her drink on the bar in front of her. She reached for her purse to pay for the drink. “Nah, this one’s on the guy at the other end.” The bartender pointed down the counter.

Kathy looked and saw a large black man raise his drink to her. She raised hers back without hesitation, and smiled at him. He rose and came down the bar to stand next to her.

“And what brings a lovely lady like you to a place like this tonight?” he asked her smoothly.

Kathy took a sip of her martini before answering. “I’m celebrating.” she said. Her new found companion raised an eyebrow.

“Birthday?” he asked.

“No,” she took another drink. “Wedding anniversary.”

The man took half a step back. “Husband meeting you here?”

Kathy shook her head slowly and laughed bitterly. “No. The asshole got tied up at work. He always gets tied up at work.” She downed the rest of her drink in a gulp.

The black man smiled and moved a step closer. He motioned to the bartender to refill Kathy’s drink. “So you’re all dressed up with no place to go.” he stated matter of factly.

Kathy picked up her fresh drink and downed half of it in a gulp. “That’s right. All dressed up, but I did go someplace. I’m here and I’m going to celebrate!”

The man smiled broadly. “Well if you’d like some company, my name is Stephen.”  He held out his hand.

She looked at it for a second, then reached out to take it. “And I’m Kathy.” She looked at her new found friend and smiled. He held up his glass and gently clicked it against hers.

“Cheers,” he said.

“Cheers,” Kathy replied, finishing her second drink.

“Would you like to sit at a table?” Stephen asked her.

“Sure,” she answered. The bartender brought her another drink, and Stephen offered her his hand again. She took it and he led her to a small booth in a back corner of the bar. She slid in and he sat next to her. He smiled at her as she sipped her fresh drink.

“Ever been here before?” he asked.

Kathy shook her head. “Nope. Never been in here.” The vodka was making her feel warm and flushed.

“Well I’m glad you came tonight.” Stephen told her.

“Not yet,” she giggled.

“What was that?” Stephen asked, not sure what he had heard.

“I said I hadn’t come yet tonight.” Kathy looked straight into his eyes. “But I may.”

Stephen smiled at her and placed his hand on her knee. He bent forward slowly toward her until their lips met. Kathy moaned at the contact, and her lips parted slightly, allowing his probing tongue to enter. As their kiss grew deeper, his hand slid up her leg inside the slit in the skirt. He found the top of her stocking and briefly played with the elastic before continuing up her thigh. As his fingers brushed her pubic hair, she gasped. When he slowly slid a finger inside of her, she opened her legs to give him better access.

“Mmmmm baby, you are one wet mother,” Stephen whispered in her ear as he eased a second finger into Kathy’s sopping pussy. In response, she reached over and stroked his stiffening cock through his pants.  “Yeah, you are one hot bitch!”

Kathy unzipped his fly and reached inside. Carefully, lovingly, she pulled his cock out. She got her first good look, and gasped. “Oh my God, it’s huge.”

Stephen smiled at her. “Bigger than your old man’s cock, huh?”

Kathy nodded in awe. “You’re twice the size.” She stroked the throbbing pole gently. “Maybe bigger than that!” She stroked him harder, squeezing his cock, and a big drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit.  Greedily she bent over and licked it off.

He laughed as she said that. “Poor girl, you married a man with a little boy’s dick. No wonder he’s never home. He ain’t got the right tool for the job.”

Kathy finished her third double martini and then leaned back over Stephen’s stiff cock. She kissed the head tenderly, running her tongue into the slit to get any more of the pre-cum hiding there before engulfing the entire head in her hot mouth.

“Damn, baby!” Stephen exclaimed. “You sure do love to suck black cock, don’t you?” He waved to the waitress and ordered Kathy another two double martinis.

Kathy was lost in her exploration of this monster prick. Walt had about a five inch cock when he was really excited, and more like four on a normal night. This glorious pole was at least ten inches long, and six inches around. She could barely get the silky smooth head into her mouth! She wasn’t sure if the dizziness she felt was from the martinis or her mounting lust for this man. All she knew was that she was going to have this cock inside of her.  She came up for air and Stephen handed her another drink. She giggled as she downed the entire drink and set the empty glass on the table.

“I love your cock!” she told him as she continued to stroke him. “It is so big and black and hard.”

Stephen smiled widely. “You’ve never had a black cock before, have you Kathy?”

She shook her head slowly. “No. I’ve never had any cock but Walt’s.”

“Well then, you are in for the best night of your life.” Stephen kissed her, and his smile turned wicked. “I want you to straddle my cock right here and now.”

Without a word, Kathy hiked her skirt over her hips. She raised a leg over Stephen’s lap and swung around so she faced him, poised over his massive prick. She reached down and grabbed it, guiding the head until it rested against the inviting lips of her cunt. Looking into his eyes, she slowly began to lower herself, feeling the bulbous head gradually pushing inside of her. Soon the entire head was engulfed in her warm pussy, then the first inch of his shaft. Kathy exhaled deeply, as though the huge cock were forcing the air from her lungs. “So big,” she mumbled. Stephen handed her the fifth martini, and she gulped that one down too.

Stephen placed his big black hands on her creamy white hips and began to pull her down onto his rock hard pole. Two, three then four inches slid easily into her. Then she felt her black lover pushing past the deepest point her husband had ever reached. Seven, eight, nine inches filled her hungry love tunnel to bursting. With an inch remaining, Stephen placed his hands on Kathy’s shoulders and forced her down. The last of his cock slid into her until she was resting on his balls, her pubic hair meshing with his. He held her there for a full minute before he began to really fuck her. Kathy was in heaven.  Her first orgasm hit when Stephen forced the last of his beautiful prick into her. She knew then and there that she would do anything that this man demanded from her. That she would never be satisfied with the pitiful excuse for a cock her husband had been fooling her with for twenty years. She began to ride the stiff cock, slowly rising up and then settling back down. First an inch at a time, then two, then six. Soon, she was humping Stephen like some street slut, and the sound of their flesh slapping together could be heard two booths away.

“Fuck that white bitch, Stephen!” the waitress called out as she went by. “Fuck her good!”

Kathy lost track of time and her surroundings. All she could feel was the continuous orgasm in her pussy, the waves sweeping over her one after the other. She thought she felt Stephen getting even bigger inside of her. The realization that he was about to cum inside of her didn’t register until he slammed her down on his cock and held her there. She felt the hot spurting deep inside of her womb as his seed pumped from his balls and into her still fertile uterus. She was amazed as she felt three, four, five massive spurts shooting into her, and she came one last time. She must have passed out just about then.

Kathy awoke to the bartender shaking her. She was lying stretched out on the seat of the booth, alone. The lights were all on, and it was obviously closing time. Her skirt was still hiked up around her hips, and there was cum running out of her pussy. She quickly pulled her skirt down and got up. As she was leaving, the bartender called to her,

“He’ll be back tonight if you want some more.”

As she drove home, Kathy was already trying to figure what she would wear when she came back to see Stephen.

This really had been the best anniversary ever!

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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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Sandra had not always been like this.  We had been married for almost 10 years, Sandra and I.  During that time we had raised two reasonably well-adjusted kids, struggled and succeeded with our respective jobs and, somehow, managed to stay in love with each other.  But… yea, I know, there is always a “but”.  In our case the “but” was sex.  Sure, we had an active sex life, making love two, sometimes, three times a week.  Something had been lacking, though, and we both knew it even if we didn’t want to admit it.

It was… excitement that was missing.  Our sex life, though active, had gotten, well, boring.  But we made a deal for a solution that fit both our needs.  As I look back on things I’m still not sure how we did it and not sure I care-it’s the results that count-but I’ll try and explain.  So let’s go back to last night’s escapade at the bar. Sandra coyly winked at me just as the bartender, a lankly young black man named Marcus, delivered her a drink.  Flashing him her best smile and coyly brushing her hand across his forearm, she accepted the drink with her now-characteristic flourish.  She was surrounded by a group of men, all vying for her attention.  She had them eating out of her hand as they competed to be the one she left with.  I paid for my drink, satisfied Sandra was in complete control, and left.  I drove around for about 2 hours or so and then made my way home.  As I drove my mind wandered, wondering which guy she would pick.  The older executive type, the young stud, or the bar lothario with the flashy car and flashier wallet? I knew she would surprise me.  She usually did-these days.

After allowing enough time for Sandra to get home and get started, I parked in the driveway, careful not to make any noise.  Entering the house there was only one feature-darkness.  The hallway was pitch-black with no light on in the house.  The kids were away for the weekend; we had planned to be alone.  Well, not quite alone.  My cock got hard in anticipation of what I might find.  I fumbled with my keys, almost stumbling over something that lay scattered on the floor.  Reaching down, I picked up first a woman’s bra, then panties.  There was a complete wardrobe thrown about.  Mini-skirt, stiletto high heels, then a man’s trousers and shirt.  Which guy was it, I wondered? And…what would my reaction be this time? She’s at it again, I thought.  But, as we said to each other when we started this, a deal is a deal.

I only had to continue on with my search to confirm my suspicions.  Following the trail of clothes strewn in the hallway, I came to the end of the foyer.  Sounds, intermittent noises came from the back of the house.  My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I spied a small sliver of light peeking out from under the door to the master bedroom.  Shivering with anticipation, I crept silently to the doorway.

Pressing my ear to the door I could hear, even feel, motion inside.  Reaching for the doorknob, I turned it ever so slowly, easing the door open as I did.  A lone candle burned in the corner of the room, casting light randomly about, the shadows moving with the flame.  It would take several seconds for my eyes to adjust again but my hearing picked up the sounds immediately, the unmistakable sounds of sex.  As my vision became clearer I saw our familiar four-poster bed, draped with sheer white linen to obscure, but not hide, what (and who) was behind.  I could discern the outline of a woman kneeling on the bed, her hand grasping at the waist area of a man standing at the other side.  As I lifted the linen cover the woman’s outline took shape, became clearer, and I recognized Sandra’s familiar shape and curves.  Five foot nine, long brown hair, tits round and firm from recent cosmetic surgery, sculpted ass.  Even though she had her backside towards me I would know her anywhere.  You get to know every aspect of your wife, being married as long as we had been.

Her male friend was vaguely familiar.  Tall, muscular, but not overly so.  Early 20’s, about half our age.  Hidden by the darkness I could barely see him.  As recognition came I thought, yes, Sandra had surprised me again.  Her choice for tonight was the bartender, Marcus.  And a good choice at that.  His skin was the color of charcoal, which contrasted sharply with my wife’s pale complexion.  And well-endowed.  I could tell his cock was big even though Sandra had at least 4 inches of it firmly planted in her mouth with her hand around the rest.  Oblivious to my presence, she continued her sucking.  As I watched I marveled at her sensuality.  My cock got hard as she tilted her head back and took his cock in, not just partway, but all the way down to the base of the shaft.  Arriving there she pumped with her lips and tongue, giving him an incredible pleasure that, just watching, took my breath away.  Before we made our deal Sandra gave head to be sure, but without really “liking” to do it.  Now she was a tigress as she gobbled his engorged chocolate cock like there was no tomorrow.  You can tell when a woman likes giving a man head and Sandra liked it…hell, she loved cock now.  All kinds, white, black, brown, circumcised or not.  Lately I noticed a penchant for black guys with 8 inch, maybe, 9 inch cocks.  Well, a deal is a deal.

Marcus glanced at me in surprise, not expecting to see me.  He began to pull back but I raised a finger to my mouth and made a shushing motion, indicating that he should remain silent.  He must have recognized me as a friendly face from the bar because, visibly relieved, he looked back down at my wife and continued receiving from her that magnificent blowjob.

I moved silently to the bed, lifted up the linen, climbed on the bed and knelt at my wife’s backside.  She still had not observed my presence.  Stroking my cock, I brought myself to erection, inserted my cock into her now glistening pussy and began thrusting.

Sandra was startled by the addition of a third person to the bed but did not pause or miss a beat.  From behind, each pulsing, driving move into her pussy was met with an equal, but opposite movement from her.  On the other side, Marcus picked up the motion, moving his hips and cock into her mouth each time I reached a downstroke.  It went on like this for some time; maybe a half hour, until Sandra withdrew from me, took Marcus’s hard black cock out of her mouth and beckoned him to lie on his back.  He did so and Sandra climbed onto him, inserting his still hardened member into her pussy.  Without a sound she leaned forward, looked over her shoulder at me and nodded.  I hesitated a moment, then realized what she wanted.  I stepped forward and inserted my cock into her ass and, to my surprise; she took it without a hitch.  Two cocks! One in her pussy and one in her ass, this was something new.  Sandra had definitely been practicing this because she took both our cocks like a veteran.  Not long afterward we both withdrew and Sandra motioned me to lay on the bed in the opposite direction from Marcus.  She had us turn on our sides until our cocks were almost touching one another.  She leaned over us and sucked one cock while stroking the other with her hand.  I watched, rapt with fascination, my eyes glued to the spectacle.  Light and dark, black and white, Sandra sucked us both to completion.  In one mighty surge, both of us came on her face, neck and backside.  Sandra squealed in delight as our jism spewed over her.  Soon we lay exhausted on the bed.  Sandra wiped a stray runner of jism from her mouth and eyes, turned to me and said, “Welcome home, Bill (that’s me).  I hope you don’t mind.  I may have started without you but I finished with you.  Isn’t that what’s important?”

Mind? Well, perhaps most men would mind seeing their wife with another man.  But not me, and not since we made our deal.  Watching my wife fuck and suck other guys was an incredible turn-on! And it wasn’t as if our deal hadn’t let me get my share of exotic babes.  As I lay there, my mind raced back to the events of the recent past.  How did we get here? To this life of raw, unbridled passion? To answer that for you we have to go back further, to a month ago.

A Month Ago…

Yes, just one month ago.  I was leading a staid, suburban life; a wife, two kids, a dog, a pool and a mortgage, with their demands on my attention not necessarily in that order.  Off to work at seven, back by seven at night, dinner, help out with homework, the dishes, then fall sound asleep only to start the next day and do it all over again.  One day the same as the rest.  Except this day would bring a total change in my life.

Sandra and I had a 4 P.M.  appointment with a Dr.  Shaver, who was advertised as a sex therapist.  We had jointly decided to visit a professional to see what we could do to re-light the flame that had seemed to go out.  We arrived at Dr.  Shaver’s office promptly and were ushered into the office by a secretary who told us the doctor would be right with us.  Expecting a cross between Dr.  Laura and Sigmund Freud I was not to be disappointed when a matronly woman of at least 60 years walked in and introduced herself as Dr.  Shaver.  She couldn’t have looked dowdier if she had tried.  Long dress down to her ankles, gray hair in a bun, and eyeglasses on a strap.  How do you talk about sex with your grandmother, I thought?

Well, in a few minutes Dr.  Shaver’s quiet demeanor had us both open and talking.  She led us through a discussion of our marriage and worked her way around to the topic at hand – sex.

“Well,” she said, “Let’s play a little game.  First, Bill, I want you to write down what you think Sandra wants in her sex life.  Then, turning to my wife, Sandra, I want you to write down what you really want.”

We wrote for a few minutes and handed our papers to Dr.  Shaver.  She read each of them without giving away a hint of what we had written.  Then, strangely, she asked Sandra to leave the room for a minute.  With a quizzical but sly look, she left Dr.  Shaver and I alone.  What now, I thought?

“Bill,” she said, “Whenever I counsel couples, I ask them to writedown their sexual expectations.  Every so often I find that two people have vastly different ideas of what they need from their partner.  Your idea of what Sandra wants is very far removed from hers.  Read what you wrote first, out loud”.  She handed me one of the papers. I read back what I had written.  I told Dr.  Shaver that I thought that Sandra wanted what women are supposed to want-cuddling, making out, tender (but unexciting) sex.  Then she handed me the paper that Sandra had written.  My eyes grew wide as saucers as I read her response.  My staid, unexciting wife had written just a few words.  But they told volumes.

“Go ahead, Bill”, said Dr.  Shaver, “Read what Sandra wrote-out loud”.

I stammered a few times before I could get it out.  Only a few words but powerful ones-enough to make anyone stutter.  Here is what she wrote: “I want to experience sex with wanton abandon.  I want my husband but I also want other men and their cocks, the more the better, that’s what I want.  I hope Bill will give it to me.”

Speechless, I could only sit there in stunned surprise until Dr.  Shaver broke the silence by saying, “Sometimes the person closest to us is the person we know the least.  Did you have any inkling Sandra harbored these desires?”

“Absolutely no idea at all”, I said, recovering my composure.  “I certainly have fantasies about a more, shall we say, “open” lifestyle but I always thought it was something Sandra would never consider.” With that I sat back in the chair and thought for moment.  “What should I do?

Dr.  Shaver’s response was to the point.  “Well, that is totally up to you.  Why don’t you try asking Sandra yourself”? And with that Dr.  Shaver went outside the room for a minute and came back with Sandra.  We both sat together, obviously wondering where to go from here.  Dr.  Shaver broke the ice.

“Sandra”, she said, “Why don’t you tell Bill what you want from him.  Go ahead and be honest-just like your words in your note.”

Sandra and I looked at each other in a way we had never looked before.  No words, just an unspoken understanding passed between us.

“Is this what you really want”? I said.

“Yes”, said Sandra, “More than anything else.  But…only if you are with me…I love you, Bill.  No one else but you”.

I waited a moment, thinking to myself, this will change our lives forever.  But, for better or worse? Who could tell? There was no turning back now.

“I understand”, I said.  Let’s get on with our lives.” We thanked Dr.  Shaver for her help and left.

We made a deal, Sandra and I.  To help each other fulfill our innermost sexual cravings.  No jealousy, no regrets-just total, wanton abandonment.  And a deal is a deal.

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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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Let me describe her to you first, she was a nice brunette weighing around 120 pounds, with a 5’5″ frame, nice looking. Her build when we married was breasts like eggs, fried eggs, don’t laugh but yes she really had no breasts other than two nipples that loved to be sucked. Her pregnancy soon took came of that and she had a pair of 38DD’s that she loved to have played with. She was also a virgin and after the first time told me “If I had known how nice sex was you would never have gotten me a virgin.”

We got married shortly after I came home from WWII and were blessed with two sons and then the Korea War came up and I was recalled into the Army and gone for 14 months. This story starts a few weeks after I had left.

Margie and I had a very nice love life, she loved sex, and we made good use of it, In the morning when we woke we mads love, then I would come home at noon and again we went to the bedroom where we usually played 69, when I came home at night before dinner another quick session making love, After dinner and a quiet time we went to be for a long time making love. That’s right 4 time a day for 6 weeks before I left for Korea.

Her mother wanted to spend some time with the two children and let ‘Margie’ have some free time for a long weekend. Margie planned on going to see her sister when she left the house. She got about a half hour from home and stopped at a road side street car diner for a bite to eat. The place was crowded with a lot of trucks and truckers. Once in the diner she saw all seating was taken and turned to leave when one man spoke to her ,

“You looking for a place to sit?”

“Yes.”

“OK sit here and share the booth with my partner.”

He moved to sit with his partner and let Margie sit across them. As they ate they talked and she told them about being alone, with me gone to Korea and she was making a surprise visit to her sisters for the weekend.

They finished eating and she rose, reached for the tab and one of them grabbed it telling her,

“Our treat.”

“Thank you.”

As they left the diner and escorted her to her car she asked one,

“where do you spend the night?”

“Oh we are staying in one of those cabins back of the diner.”

A set up something like today’s Motels, maybe thirty cabins were strung behind the diner.

As she unlocked the car door one asked her,

“Would you like to see what they look like?”

She stood there with the car door open and turned to them and knowing full well what they wanted if she accompanied them, close and locked the car door and with a smile walked with them to the cabin they had pointed out. Her first fuck other than me was about to take place.

Her notes she had written recorded that it took them maybe two minutes to have her naked and spread wide on one of the two king size beds, as they undressed. They were soon laying next to her and everyone was having fun. She was sucking one cock and the other had his cock in her cunt.

“Oh fuck me please, fill my cunt with your cum.”

“You sure you want it in you?”

“Yes fill my cunt and fill my mouth, please, it’s been so long since I have felt this good, don’t stop.”

One thing Margie was I sat blessed with is that she had an operation when she was an early teen and by error one ovary was removed so she was fertile maybe every 58 days not the usual 28 days.

The two men took turns and before they went to rest  they had filled her with three loads of cum each in her mouth and cunt. She spent the night with them and again about 4 AM was woke up and one fucked her before getting up,cleaned up and left to get the truck going while the other fucked her. The first trucker came back in and stood by the bed and asked her,

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yes.”

“OK but this time here put this over your eyes and pretend that your husband just came home and is going to fuck you.”

“OK, sounds nice.”

She covered her eyes and listened as the trucker as he undressed then his weight was on the bed over her, then she felt his cock start to slip into her cunt. Suddenly she realized that it wasn’t the trucker the cock was too big and was deeper than either had gotten when they fucked her so she pulled the blindfold off her eyes to see the big grin and white teeth looking at her of a black man.

“Hi there gal I’m Mike how does tis feel in you.?”

She had wrapped her legs around his waist before she removed her blindfold and had pulled him deep in her cunt.

At once she lost all the racist she had in her self. She smiled up at him looked over at the two truckers,

“Thank you, now you fill me good with your cream, Oh you feel so good in me I want more.”

The truckers smiled and telling them,

“The cabin is paid fro until noon, enjoy it.” and were gone.

Mike smiled and told Margie,

“You know you were built for a black cock in your cunt, you took me like it was used to be in you a lot, all 14 inches, and I am going to fill your cunt with a gallon of my sperm, if that’s where you want it.”

“Oh yes fuck me and fill me with you sperm, ram it deep in me it feels so good.”

Her log book recorded it, that it felt like a water hose at full burst when he came in her, he put more cum in her with one fuck that the truckers did in all night fucking.

Mike slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt and rolled beside her, Her first thing was to begin to clean his cock (something she always did with me) but was unable to get his whole cock in her mouth. Mike told her again and again,

“You were built for black cocks to fill your cunt and also your mouth, it a short time you will be able to swallow my whole cock just you want and see.”

Her log book then records that he asked her to put her coat on and he’d buy her breakfast at the diner. She rose and started to dress and he stopped her, telling her just your coat you’ll take it off when we get back for more fucking. And she did as he asked, Her coat had only one button at the waist and wearing only the coat revealed a lot of her skin especially when she sat down, especially her legs and her cunt were revealed. The diner was empty except for the cook and the dish washer, both black men. Mike spoke with them when they came into the diner as Sam and Oscar.

Sam came over to the counter where they at and smiled at Mike

“Nice looks, how was it?”

“Sam, she’s built for big black cocks, after a bite to eat you and Oscar should take her in the back room and fill her with your big black cocks she’ll love them.”

Sam looked at Margie and asked her,

‘Is Mike right, you willing for me and Oscar to fuck you?”

Margie log book wrote, I said yes, I didn’t know why, but I really wanted more fucking.

After both men had fucked her she also sucked them clean smiling after and telling them “I will be back and you can fuck me some more.”

Mike took her back to the cabin telling her time and time again ,

“You were built for big black cocks, you like them don’t you?”

Back in the cabin after Mike fucked her she asked him,

“where do you live?”

He told her and she smiled at him telling him t hat he lived in the same city she did and that she would see him a lot more. She told him where she lived and offered to taake him home as he had hitchhiked this far so soon they were at our home and she was showing him around and soon had him in bed with her fucking her more.

She took him home and he asked her “want more?”

“Yes.”

“OK, park in the drive, leave room for another car, dad and mom must be out but my brother is here.”

Wearing only her coat at Mikes request she entered the house with him. once in the house, Mike reached over and unbuttoned the singly button on her coat, pulled the coat off of her as he told the two black men,

“Look what I found at the diner and is she ever tight, giver her a try and see how she feels to you, she loves big black cocks.”

As she wrote in her log book,

“OH what a fun time big black cocks filling me time and time again, I loved it and want more, Mike is so good sharing me with his family and friends.

As the three black men were taking turns two more people came in Margie looked at saw a man and woman, Mike spoke up.

“Hi Mom and Dad this is Margie she loves it in here and she is built for big black cock, Dad try her and see if she can take you.”

The mother spoke up,

“Yes Jed, try it and if she can take you what a relief for me, girl if you can take his cock in you, you are welcome any time you want.”

Margie was full of cream and her cunt was wide open as she watched Jed undress and when she saw his cock, even though it want’ hard yet he was bigger than any she has seen and getting bigger as Jud leaned over her placing the head of his giant black cock at her wet cunt and then pushed some of it in her. She spoke up to him, “Take is slowly, your the biggest thing I have ever seen and felt, be slow please.” She spread her legs wider and slowly he slid his giant black cock in her cunt until he exclaimed “It’s all the way in you got it all in you, are you OK?”

“Yes I’m OK now fuck me and empty your balls in my womb as that is where you have your big black cock now.”

In her log book she wrote “What a lovely cock he had.”

She spent the night resting with Mike after he told her she was built for big back cocks and that he would see that she got plenty for her willing cunt.

In the morning she went to the kitchen, naked, telling the mother she didn’t have any clothes with her and the mother told her that she was alright naked as the men would strip her as soon as they got up anyway. She also told Margie.

“Thank you for taking care of Jed he has always wanted to fuck a white woman but wouldn’t let him fuck her once she saw his cock, even I have trouble of taking him at times, thanks again.”

Just as breakfast was finishing the door opened and in came 8 black men it turned out to be 3 of Mikes uncles and 5 cousins making now 11 black men for her to take care of and the rest of the day was taken up with every one taking turns with Margie. She loved it and was sorry that she had to lave and go to her mothers and pick up the children.

She picked up the children and went home, tucked them into bed and sat around thinking of what had happened to herself, She thought of what Mike kept telling her “You are built for black men to fuck.”

She finally slept and was surprise when she rose in the morning to see is snowing and snowing hard already several inches on the ground. She checked the weather report and found that it was a snow front and expected to drop at least a foot or more by Tuesday night. She went out and as the kids played in the snow she cleaned the car off and shoveled some away from the car. It did keep snowing and finally late on Tuesday night stopped with nearly 2 feet of snow on the ground.

Tuesday night she put the children to bed and went to work clearing and shoveling. Then she heard the cars coming and stop at the drive, out climbed several men, once came to her and she saw it was Mike he told her.

OK, Margie, you go in the house we’ll clean the drive and you fix us some hot drink, coffee and chocolate, hot water for tea, and oh yes, undress, and be naked when we come in.”

Margie asked “How many are there to fix for?”

“Counting me 19.”

It didn’t take long before the men came in, took off their boots and clothing, all had a drink and then the real fun began. One after the other took turns fucking Margie, then two at a time so she had a mouth full of black cock and her cunt as well, then they fixed her airtight. The first time in her life that she had three men at one time in her mouth, in her cunt and one in her ass. They were finally finished and all left except Mike who spent the night, repeating to her,

“You were built for black men, big black men.”

Margie’s log book kept a record and from all that I looked at she must have had at least several hundred men in the year that I was gone.

She tried to explain it all to me when I returned and we went on a vacation with the kids, she explained that she missed our love making times and needed some sex while I was gone, I could understand that, but black and then as she told me she didn’t plann it that way but took it and now can’t stop, she feels that she has to have a black cock in her often and hopes I understand. She tells me she loves me but wants to fuck black men. I met Mike before he was getting married and he and his coming wife watched as he fuck Margie because his girlfriend wouldn’t fuck until married then only her.

That’s all for now and if I have given you something to read and enjoy let me know and I can tell you more of the sex live of my wife, a woman that I loved dearly and was a good wife and good mother to our children who had no idea that she did what did.

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