Brenda read Ron’s job proposal and felt confused and stunned. “You want a glorified hooker,” she replied.

“What I want is a razor,” he replied. “Client care costs me a fortune, and I want the problem gone. You need money, the job’s pay and benefits are generous; you make the boss happy and keep the customer satisfied. It’s how business is.”

“I don’t know, ” She said.

“I’m meeting another applicant after we’re done,” he replied.

“Then my answer is no. I was expecting something different,” she said.

“It is what it is,” Ron looked at Brenda for long seconds before speaking, “OK, it’s your choice to make, and you made it.”

Driving back to Ron’s house, in the grips of despair, Brenda’s old car died beside the road, in a thick cloud of smoke and steam.

She called Audrey but got no answer, then called others, getting no answer, or excuses. Ron stopped after he recognized her car and saw Brenda standing beside it.

He popped the hood, assessed the situation, and pulled out his cell phone, “I’ll call my people to tow it,” he said, opening the phone case.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Let’s wait in my car,” he suggested, after speaking with his garage crew.

“I’m sorry I said no, I’m broke, and desperate; I think I expected something traditional,” she said.

“I’m sorry, too, but the other applicant liked the offer, and I hired her. One man’s junk, another man’s treasure, and remorse is a dish that tastes bad however it’s served,” he smiled.

Back home Ron went knocked on his step-daughter’s bedroom door. Her reply sounded like muffled, loud noise. So he said, “Carrie, may I come in?” And listened for a response.

She said something that sounded like “Come in,” and he opened the unlocked door, seeing Carrie lying naked on her bed, cell phone pressed against her ear, and laughing. She frowned and snarled, “Get out!” when she heard the door open and saw Ron in the doorway. Ron hesitated, admiring her body, then smiled and left.

After dinner Ron returned to his office. At eight o’clock a Honda pulled off the street and parked behind the office.

“This is gonna take a while, so if you wanna come back around nine that will be good,” Melinda told her boyfriend.

“Eight’s kinda late for a job interview,” he said.

“It’s when the man could see me, and we need the money,” she reminded him.

“Who is this guy?” the boyfriend asked.

“It’s Carrie’s stepfather; gimme a kiss, and I’ll see you, make it nine-thirty, okay?” Melinda said, and got out of the car. After he was gone she pulled down her skirt, stepped out of it, and pulled up a micro-mini skirt she brought in her bag. She did the same with her blouse and bra, both replaced by a fishnet halter-top.

Dressed again, Melinda located Ron’s car and called his number. “I’m outside,” she said when he answered. He opened the door for her, and locked it when she was inside. She sat on the sofa with her legs curled against her thighs and ass, and let her hair down.

Ron opened his wallet and pulled out some bills, counting out five which he placed on the arm of the sofa beside her. “Ready to suck some cock?” He asked.

She put the money in her bag, “Yeah,” she said.

Ron unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the waist, and pulled down the zipper, letting the pants fall to his feet. His erect cock hung out of the fly of his boxers.

Melinda sat on the edge of the sofa, pushed her long brown hair out of her face, and leaned forward when Ron was close enough for his cock to poke her face. She captured the flopping dick with her fingers and pulled it to her mouth.

Ron favored young, white women with puffy tits shaped like snow-cone cups, and small mouths with kewpie-doll lips, and flawless skin.

His cock was too big for her mouth, but most cocks were, and she sucked the cock-heads rather than deep-throat her guys. His nut-sack looked too big for her hand.

He pulled her halter down to fondle her tits and squeeze her nipples. She looked up at his face with her calf-eyes as she sucked his head and licked his shaft. And when she felt him coming, she pulled back her mouth, and opened it to catch his goo. Most of it went into her eyes and nose. He handed her a tissue and told her to turn around and lean over the back of the sofa.

As she wiped her face he put a hand between her legs, to spread them, and to rub her labia and feel her gash with his finger. Then he took his cock in hand and pushed it inside her, she guiding it with her hand and fingers, and he pushing with his pelvis.

“What’d you do with that baby I made?” He asked.

“My mom has him,” she said.

Once she was loose enough Ron pounded her, cuz she liked hard, quick thrusts that felt like the cock was in her uterus. She liked men to talk nasty to her, too. Ron loved her tight pussy, and she liked enough cock so that her brain got lazy and her mind floated away to some nice place until her man filled her with icy-hot semen.

Melida’s small cunt didn’t hold much cum inside it, and when Ron started spurting the cum came back thick around his dick. As soon as Ron felt her climax, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and pushed it in her mouth, holding her hair entwined in his fingers, to pull her mouth toward his belly. She took as much as she could. Then fell back against the sofa.

Ron cleaned his cock and dressed. Melinda cleaned her pussy and face in his bathroom, pulling the cum out with toilet paper, then dressing in her skirt and blouse, and stowing the mini and fishnet halter in her bag.

“Why does lover boy think you’re here?” Ron asked.

“I told him I had a job interview,” she said, shouldering her bag and walking to the door. “I have a sister who needs some money,” she said.

“How old is she?” He asked.

“Eighteen, a year younger than me,” she replied.

“Tell her to call me,” he said.

Audrey called him as he drove home, Carrie was in jail for DUI and leaving the scene of an accident. “She hit a homeless guy who wandered into the street,” Audrey said.

“What you want me to do?” He asked.

“Get her out and bring her home, please?” Audrey pleaded.

“Her bullshit’s getting expensive,” he reminded her.

“I promise I won’t interfere this time, handle her your way, but don’t let her sit there all night,” Audrey said.

Ron called his lawyer and bail bondsman, and went to the jail to see Carrie. She wasn’t happy to see him.

“Your mama says to tell you that your ass is mine, comprende?” He smiled. She nodded her head and stared at the floor.

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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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She had wanted one for awhile. We had swung with some people, but she wanted to do it with some strangers. It took a lot of planning but I was finally able to set it up.  All she had to do was show up.

I set her up to meet me at a large nature park not far from where we live. She was to meet me there after work. When she got there, she saw my car parked by this trail we had walked a couple of times. As expected she walked down the trail.  She was not alone. As she neared a somewhat secluded area that used to be set up for picnickers she was surprised to find to guys, one black and one white. She asked them if they had seen anyone go by lately. The white guy said they hadn’t seen anybody come by in a long time. He added he hadn’t seen anybody as good looking as her in a really long time. The black guy laughed. My wife became nervous and started to head back up the trail. The black guy asked her what her hurry was.

She started to run. She was suddenly grabbed from behind. She tried to scream but a hand was put over her mouth. The two men dragged her back to the picnic area. She was gagged with a strip of cloth. As the black guy held her by the hair and with a hand around her throat, the white guy began to touch her all over. Suddenly he tore open her blouse. She again tried to scream. Both the men laughed. The black man slipped his hand inside her bra. He told the other guy that her nipples were getting hard. The white guy ripped her bra off her squirming body. He started to roughly suck on her cute little tits. He looked up into her blue eyes and said “Now for the main course.” Both men dragged her struggling half naked body over to the old cement picnic table and put her up on it. As one man held her down, the other man tied her flat to the table. She was laying face up on top of the table completely spread open. Once she was tied up, the black guy shoved her skirt up around her waist. He savagely yanked down her pantihose and ripped away the flimsy thong underwear she was wearing. My wife lay there naked and helpless, her arms tied up, unable to fight anymore or cover herself. Both of the men stood back and my wife saw to her dismay that they were taking off their pants.

The white guy had a big cock, but the black guy was really huge.  He walked up and roughly started sticking his fingers up my wife’s pussy. He said, “hey man, she’s getting wet!” The white guy leaned over and told my wife that she should cooperate and not scream if she wanted to stay alive. He took of the gag and my wife started to beg for the men to let her go. The white guy responded my kneeling up on the table and shoving his cock in my wife’s face demanding that she “suck his fat prick.” She hesitantly started to do so. The black guy had about three fingers in her cunt now. He shouted to his friend that she was really getting wet. Occasionally he would stick his face down there and roughly suck on her pussy and clit. He suddenly stuck a big wet finger up her ass! She screamed around the cock furiously ramming in and out of her mouth. Suddenly the black man climbed up on the table between my wife’s long white legs. She looked up just in time to see him looming there. His cock looked monstrous. With one thrust he impaled her little pink pussy with his black cock. He began fucking her with long deliberate strokes.

Suddenly all this sexual activity began to get to her because my wife began to respond! She was starting to fuck the man back, her hips lifting up from the cold concrete table. The black guy started to fuck her even harder. My wife was now starting to cum. The guy in her mouth suddenly pulled out and began shooting his spunk all over her face. He then started rubbing her face with his cock. The black guy started flexing his ass and he groaned like an animal as he unloaded about a gallon of fluid into my wife’s hot pussy. As my wife began to come down from her sexual high she began to worry about what the men were going to do next. Just then three guys with fishing gear came around the corner. My wife yelled at them and they ran over. She told them she had just been raped as the two guys who had fucked her tried to put on their pants and run. Suddenly her eyes met with one of the fishermen. He looked at her and said “It looks like we got here too late fellas we might have to settle for sloppy thirds”. He started to rub his crotch hard. The two rapists stopped and looked at the fishermen and then at each other.

All the men started to laugh. The black guy said “I don’t care who fucks her pussy next, but I got to get me some of that cute mouth and tight ass. One of the fishermen said,”lets change her position.” They untied her and moved her face down across the table. They tied her ankles to each end of one of the benches. They tied her arms out toward the ends of the other bench. The black guy walked up to her and shoved his big cock halfway down her throat. My wife did not have any choice but to swallow. He thrust hard in and out of her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other naked men moving in. The big black man said, “nobody better fuck her ass because it belonged to him.” So the other men started taking turns on her very sloppy pussy. Finally the black man came in her mouth. By now two of the men had filled her pussy even more. One man who couldn’t wait had beat off on her back while roughly fondling her tits. Now some of the men who had fucked her pussy started fucking her mouth. She could taste the mixture of sperm and pussy juice. She came again and again herself, unable to control her sexual passions. In between getting orally fucked she managed to tell one of her captors that she had to pee. One of the guys fucking her said “So go ahead and piss, bitch”. She finally let go and did with her piss splashing down on her legs. Surprisingly to her this made her come again.

With that the black guy said he was going to fuck her ass. She begged him not to saying he was too big. He went behind her and shoved his black monster up her cunt to get it good and wet. Then he slowly started to put it up her ass. She began to scream and one of the men put his prick in her mouth to keep her quiet. Before long the black guy was fucking her ass with his whole cock. She could feel his big balls slam the cheeks of her tight little white ass as he slammed it in to the hilt. She began to come again and passed out. When she woke up she had been untied. She was on the ground straddling one of the men. She had his cock in her pussy.  Another man was in her ass and the black man was pushing his big cock past her lips. With this she lost it. She began fucking these guys like crazy thinking that maybe she could make them leave her alone if she fucked them dry. She was triple banged for almost an hour. She passed out again.  She woke up in an old bed in a dirty little cabin. She had been given a bath. She was chained to the bed. There was some food there. She ate it and drank some of the water. Suddenly the door burst open and there was the men who had ravaged her.

She screamed. They laughed and told her she could scream all she wanted. They began again what ended up being a weekend of fucking and sucking that featured my lovely wife. In the end they had fucked her like few woman have ever been fucked. They even forced her to be eaten by two other woman and to service them as well. The woman were really into it, fucking her with all kinds of things including their fists and various dildos. They in turn fucked and sucked each other as well as some of the men.  When she was finally allowed to leave, she was blindfolded and brought home. She was deposited naked on our front door step. She quietly came in the house and sat down. She looked at me and asked me how much it had cost to have her ravaged that way. I said most of it had been free. I said I had to pay rent on the camera, but that hadn’t cost that much. The next time we fucked, she rode me with my cock up her ass (it fits nicely now) while playing the video tape.  That was almost a year ago.

We have now joined the swingers club that my wife was initiated into.  Her new black friend (and his new girlfriend) are becoming good friends.  My wife loves eating her pussy while Henry uses that big black cock on her ass.  She has also helped initiate a few new woman to the group.  She espiecially likes using a nice big double headed dildo I bought her.  She has found a new side of herself and has become the slut she has always wanted to be.  She asked me the other day when she could visit the park again.  I told her maybe soon.  Wehave almost worn out the tape and it is time to make a new one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded. ‘I’m doing okay, Nolan.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eh? No. Should I?

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded.

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

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

‘Okay.’

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

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

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

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

But only one man got out of the pickup.

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

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

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

I waited.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Oh. Is that good or bad?’

‘That depends on you.’

‘How’s that, honey?’

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

‘Some men can’t handle one.’

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

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

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

‘What do you want from me, Nolan?’

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

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

‘Okay.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sex with Louise has always been great – unlike myself she had experience from previous lovers before we met, including some lesbian experimentation and a bit of exhibitionism with guys.   Her stories when we first started dating used to drive me wild, and I frequently jerked off thinking about what a slut she was or could be – like many boyfriends I suppose, wondering what she’d look liked taking another guys cock, and even better letting me watch.

As time passed though, we got older and the opportunities for such things tend to die off – I resigned myself to thinking my fantasies would always remain that way.   Sex though was generally good, Louise certainly wasn’t adverse to trying new things and certainly some of her youthful spark still remained – In particularly she liked a good fucking in the back of our car – leaving the house without panties and a short dress, driving to a local lay by or park where she’d often suck me off while fingering her own pussy in full public view, finishing with her riding me on top.

Anway, one night we were sitting in our front room, and two bottles of wine down I coyly suggested putting a porno on the dvd player, to which she agreed.    I went through our collection and came across an interracial title we hadn’t watched, so popped it in, and went and sat on the sofa opposite my wife.

The scene started with a young white brunette, only about 18 or 19, sitting on a sofa between two 6ft plus black guys.    The typical storyline bullshit followed, which I paid little attention to – Louise just took a sip of her drink, put her feet up on the sofa and laid back to watch.    The brunette in the DVD reached down between her legs, and began rubbing her tight pink panties – clearly moist in anticipation of what was coming.    My cock hardening in my shorts I looked on, as one of the guys slid his hand up her thigh, gently parting her legs wider, as the other pulled her panties to one side exposing her clearly dripping pussy.   As this guy massaged her gently with a single finger, the girl leaned over unzipping the trousers of her other lover, freeing a massive black cock, at least 9 inches in length.

As she did I glanced over to Louise, who had unbuttoned the top of her jeans, with her hand reaching down to her own pussy.   Eyes barely open, except to keep an eye on the television, she let her other hand run under her top, cupping her huge breasts.   As she let out an involuntary moan I asked her if she liked what she saw, to which she smiled, and said, “Go upstairs and get me a toy hun”.

Looking at the television the girl now had her hand wrapped around this cock, which made it look only more impressive as she struggled to get her fingers around it.    Shifting off the sofa, she  got down on to her knees in front of this dark stranger, and as if it was second nature met the tip of his cock with her tongue – lapping up the first trails of precum.     As she pumped her hand down with expert technique on this monster, her other lover moved behind her, and gently peeled her panties down.

Remembering my wife’s request I went upstairs, rooted through the drawer beneath our bed full of men’s magazines and various dildos.    My wife loved sex toys, buying them from parties her friends organized or online – but the gist being the more powerful the better.     I picked her newest toy – a 10″ smooth sided vibrator, and whilst she had never gotten this beast fully into her she always managed to get herself off rubbing it on her clit.

As I went back downstairs I heard a moaning, and looking through the front room door I saw my wife’s jeans on the floor along with her shirt – she was lying there in just her bra and panties, with two or three fingers jammed inside her pussy.    Watching my wife, I unzipped my trousers and started stroking my own cock – mesmerized at how turned on she was watching the film.     The girl on the film was now riding one of the black guys in a reverse cowgirl, while the other stood next to her stuffing his fat cock down her throat.

Dropping my own trousers I removed my shirt and walked into the front room.    Louise took one look at me, one look at my hard cock and one look at the dildo – with her eyes transfixed on her battery powered rubber cock.    Taking the dildo she sat up and moved around so that she was now directly facing me, and without pause or hesitation turned the vibrator on and moved it down to her waiting pussy.  With one eye on the television and one eye on me she groaned as the vibe touched her clit for the first time – groans which grew louder as she rubbed her pussy expertly with the tool.  On the television the girl lifted slightly, removing the cock from her pussy and placing it at the entrance to her ass.    The look of pain and pleasure as this huge beast entered her anally got my cock twitching, and as the other guy moved forward to start rubbing his head against her pussy I started stroking faster, turned on by the combination of my wife masturbating  and the slut fucking that I was witnessing on the box.

Looking back across at my wife I saw her trying to inch the dildo into the entrance of her pussy.   I laughed, telling her it was never going in, but she smiled back – and with a little adjustment, and one deep push, at least 8 inches of the 10 slid up her.   The look on her face, as this enormous rubber cock vibrated deep in her pussy was amazing, and she beckoned me over from my chair..    I walked across and without saying a word, she grabbed my cock in her hand and pulled it towards her face.     Taking my cock in her mouth I pushed her back onto the sofa so she was laying down, and leaned forward, my mouth now inches from her well filled cunt.     Moving her hand away I grabbed the dildo and started pumping it into her, whilst teasing her clit with my gentle flicks of my tongue.

Picking up rhythm I licked her pussy in time to the dildo fucking, whilst slowly easing my forefinger against her ass, gently pushed it deeper into her tight hole.    As I worked in further, I felt her release my cock from her mouth, and quite out of character she started yelling at me “Fuck my ass and  pussy harder…”.   Turned on by my wife’s slutty taunts I licked even faster, pushing a second finger into her ass.    Asking her if she liked the feeling of being double fucked up her ass and pussy all I got was a whine as she bucked her hips in time to my flicks on her clit.    Going faster I could visibly see her pussy contracting as she came close to cumming, and as she let out her final moans (which even the neighbors could have heard), her pussy exploded, with her juices leaking freely down her thigh as I pulled out the well fucked toy.

I stood up and looked down at her, as she just inclined her head towards her pussy.    With my hand furiously wanking at my cock I moved down, and without any resistance at all pushed my cock of 7 inches  straight in her.    As I started fucking her now very wet cunt I looked at her, as she looked over at the television.    The guys were pulling out of the brunettes ass and pussy and stoking their cocks near her face.    As my wife moaned, and the guys shot their load over the little whore on the video I couldn’t hold back any more and busted my seed deep into my wife’s pussy, feeling my balls ache as they drained deep into her.   Looking back up I could see the disappointment in her face – I must have lasted thirty seconds at best, but given the events I just witnessed I just couldn’t have held on.

As she sat up I went into the kitchen and grabbed another glass of wine for us both – and on returning to the lounge found her flicking through the DVD – not really watching the scenes, but just looking at clips of the girls getting fucked and sprayed with the cum of these huge black stallions.

Sitting back, watching her intently, I asked her if she fancied fucking a big black cock for real, to which she said no – however, her leaking pussy, dildo and disheveled look really let her down, and on further probing she admitted it turned her on, but she would never cheat on me  – so that was the end of it.

Over the next few weeks I persisted, and every time we fucked I either put on an interracial porno or found stories or websites of that nature – and every time her pussy opened up like a clam.    This continued for about six months, until one night, while she was sucking my cock in bed, she looked up at me and asked if I was serious about letting her fuck another guy.

I thought about it, but hesitated, wondering if it was something we should really do – however, looking down at her mouth expertly sliding down my shaft I certainly was happy to keep the fantasy going so said “Sure, with a couple of conditions”.    She told me to wait, and as she continued sucking my cock I felt my balls tingle – warning her, since she doesn’t usually let me cum her mouth, I was met with just a grunt as her hand started wanking my dick even faster between her lips.    Biting down I couldn’t hold on any more, and erupted deep into her mouth.     Moving up the bed, and lying next to me – spunk still trickling from the edges of her mouth, she said “Conditions….”, and that’s when I realized she was very serious, and the planning started.

My conditions were simple really – first I wanted to be there in the room.   Secondly I wanted the guy to fuck her to be black and well hung (to which she didn’t complain) and finally we had to take precautions – we were trying for a family and that’s not the sort of thing you can explain any way.    In complete agreement, we set about trying to find the right guy – which if you haven’t had experience of this sort of thing is bloody hard work – you don’t want a local guy really just in case, and trying to find someone you think is clean and honest over the net is not a simple task.

Using a few dating websites we came across a couple of guys, who Louise flirted with a bit online, and even cyber fucked a couple – usually ending up with two or three guys poking her at once in a public chatroom.   Eventually she settled on one guy who lived a couple of hundred miles away called Jon – He was about five years older than us, a professional businessman, about 6ft tall and his photograph whilst clothed, certainly met with Louise’s approval.    He had a shaved head, like most of the guys in the porn films, and his physique was certainly very solid looking.     They emailed each other a fair bit, with their chats not leaving much to the imagination, however, they didn’t really plan the meeting per se – with us being a bit new to it all it was probably a subject steered clear of intentionally.

Not wanting to arrange a meet at our house, and not wanting to meet a stranger at theirs, we decided on neutral territory, and booked a motel mid-way between where we lived.    We booked the room, and told Jon we’d ring his mobile phone with the room number once we’d got checked in.

The actual day we were meeting was some two months away and during this time Louise was fucking like a bitch on heat.   By now I was regularly coming home from work finding her in the middle of a sly daytime wank, and she was giving me regular blowjobs and even let me fuck her ass at will.    As the day approached she went out to a lingerie outlet and bought herself a new corset, stockings and panties, and sent me out to the local pub to get a couple of packets of condoms from the machine in the gents.

All prepared, the day came.   A quick call to Jon confirmed we were still on – he sounded more than happy with the idea of fucking my wife while I watched, and to be honest who could blame him – smug bastard.    My feelings were odd, I wasn’t really sure this was right, but pure lust just couldn’t get that image of a black cock prying my wife’s pristine pussy wide open out of my mind, so I packed the car and called out Louise.     As she got into the car she was clearly nervous – up until now she hadn’t spoken to this guy (just chatted online) and being a bit self conscious about her looks she asked me if we were doing the right thing.    I asked her if she wanted to feel what it’s like to be like one of the girls in her DVDS and she replied “But I’m married, we’re married, I…….”.   I told her we’d arranged it now, but she could always say no if she want comfortable, to which we agreed, and we headed out – it was though, a very quiet drive.

We got to the hotel about two hours early – I nipped out again to the local supermarket and picked up a few bottles of beer and a couple of bottles of wine from the chilled section and headed back to meet Louise – who was in the shower freshening up.     I sat on the toilet watching her as she cocked her leg over the side of the bath and started lathering up her pussy with shaving foam.    Using one of my razors she quickly made short work of trimming her pussy – whilst normally tidy, she clearly wanted a completely bald cunt like the girls in the film, and proceeded to remove everything.

Reaching across to feel her pussy I was met with a short “No”, and she walked through into the bedroom and got dressed into her new lingerie.    She looked amazing, with the corset bringing in her fuller figure a touch, and pushing her tits out like torpedos.     Rolling the stockings carefully up her legs, my darling wife looked my like a fifty dollar hooker, although given what we had in mind she certainly looked the part for her role!

Watching her I could sense she was still nervous, so I poured her a drink, got her a robe and sat her down on the bed.     Remember I said, “If you are not happy doing anything just say…” and I have her a deep kiss, holding her in my arms.

After five minutes I heard a knock at the door, and assuming it was a maid or something went to answer it.   On opening the door I was met with the broad smile of Jon, a strapping very dark black guy, standing at least half a foot over me.   “You were going to ring and let me know the room number”, he said, followed by “I had to ask the fucking receptionist where you were”.   Great I thought, now everyone knew what we was up to, but then since we didn’t know them I thought fuck it.  “Come on in, she’s inside”, I said and he entered the room  as I shut the door behind him.    I offered to shake his hand as he passed, unsure of the protocol for such things….to which he just laughed and carried on through.

As he walked in the bed was just around the corner, and I nodded him on as he ventured in.    Putting the door onto the latch, locking it from the inside I grabbed a couple of beers and followed him through.

Jon stood up in the room, miles above Louise who looked like a midget sat on the edge of the bed.   “Hi Louise” he said, to which she could barely raise a murmur – clearly nervous now she had finally met her online fuck-buddy.     Still in her robe, she looked him over with a look of horror on her face, and blurted “I honestly don’t think I can do this Jon, I’m sorry”, and taking another gulp out of her wine glass, her eyes welled up, as if she was about to cry.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, well away from her he replied “Look hun, no-one is making you into anything you don’t want to do right?”.   She nodded in the affirmative.    Shifting closer he put his hand onto hers, and despite a small whimper of resistance he whispered “Don’t you want to show your hubby what we’ve been doing online?”.     Shaking her head I was convinced that was it, until Jon shifted even closer to her and said “We can go as slow as you like and stop at anytime”.   Moving his head towards her he gave her a small peck on her neck, to which I could see her bite her lip in response.    Again he kissed her neck, and then moved to her earlobe, before Louise relented and turned to face him.   Looking at him face to face, just millimeters between them, an awkward pause and silence echoed around the room.     Placing his hands behind my wife’s head he pulled her in, and as their lips met her resistance to him broke, and they kissed  passionately in front of me, starting off slow, but quickly moving to exploring each others mouths, and I felt my cock stiffen as my wife french kissed her first guy other than me in ten years.

Still fully clothed the pair kept on like this for fifteen minutes, with Louise’s breathing getting noticeably faster.    I went over to our bag, removed our digital camera, and sat back down on a chair near the bed.    Looking up Jon saw the camera and smiled at me, “Do you think it’s time I got her out of this robe?”.    I was probably as nervous as my wife and barely managed a nod.   Louise held her robe closely shut “Put that fucking camera away first – I didn’t agree to that…”.    Jon replied “Hey hun, he just wants a reminder of the day”..   Jon’s voice was clearly calming, and as he reached for her robe, she allowed him to ease it down over her shoulders, exposing her new corset and stockings.

“Fuck” was all he could manage to say – Louise tried to cover her figure up with her hands, but failed miserably.   “I told you I was too fat for a guy like you” she said, to which Jon laughed – “It’s not that honey, you look good enough to eat”.   Quick to retort, she gabbled “If you can see me, then get some of your gear off, lets see what you got”.    Still clearly nervous, I wasn’t sure if she really wanted to see him or was just buying time, but if it was the former she was out of luck.   In about ten seconds he had stood up, removed his shirt and jeans, and hopped back onto the bed – dressed only in boxers.

My wife gasped as she saw his chest, “Can I” she said, to which he winked.   Tentatively she reached out touching his chest – now I am not a chubby guy, but I haven’t got a six pack either – this guy was a solid as a paving slab!    Running her hands over his body, was clearly having some affect and his cock began to rise in his shorts.     Looking down my wife giggled for the first time, “What have we here then?”, and she rubbed his length through his boxers, visibly making him harder and harder.     Jon was beginning to moan, as was Louise, as she finally plucked the courage to reach inside his shorts and pull his impressive length out for show.     Quickly yanking down his shorts she gasped in awe, before grabbing his cock and slowly stroking his foreskin back down over his thick helmet.    Still rising even further he must have been at 9 inches, and twice the thickness of my own cock, and over the next 30 seconds it became clear that both of them  were now virtually oblivious to me sat in the corner.

Raising the camera I got my next picture, of my wife and Jon, her hand around his cock and her legs spread just wide enough to see the moist crease of her pussy through her shear panties.   “Hey” she said smiling “Watch what you are doing with that fucking flash” and with a wink she turned back to Jon, slowly wanking his prick.    Her other hand had moved down to her pussy, and she was slowly massaging herself through the moistened fabric.

Whilst enjoying the attention he clearly wanted a bit more of my other half, and he gently pushed Louise backwards onto the bed.    Kneeling next to her, he began by running his hands up her stockings, slowly spreading her legs with suggestive pushes of his huge shovel like hands.  Her legs open, he gently ran his finger over her now very damp panties.   “Getting a bit wet down there hun?”, to which she nodded, and without much hesitation he pulled them to one side and slid a huge black finger deep into her sopping love hole.

Moaning she reached back for his cock, as I stood at the end of the bed watching them wank each other.    My wife was clearly in ecstasy as he pushed a second finger into her pussy, and pulling down the top of her corset  she gave him access to a nipple, which he eagerly took in his mouth.   The darkness his mouth against her huge white breasts looked amazing, and I grabbed another picture, followed by a close up of his finger banging her tight twat.

“She’s a lovely tight pussy mate”, to which she replied “I shaved it especially for you”.    Jon smiled at her, and kissed her deep on the mouth, “Do you want me to taste it?” to which she mumbled “Only if I can taste you as well”.    Not believing how well she was getting into this I watched as Jon moved down the bed a little and my wife climbed on top of his mouth, lowering her pussy down onto him.   Sat upright she looked straight at me, and without saying a word leaned forward, her head now inches from his cock.

As her new lover probed her clit with his tongue my wife groaned, holding on to his cock like a lifesaver as she pushed back against him.    Grabbing her breath and smiling straight back at me again, she slid her hand from the top of his helmet down his shaft, massaging the large globule of  precum over his length – his black tool now glistening and with it’s large head raging for my wife’s attention.

Opening her mouth she extended her tongue over the head of his cock, which was met by an approving thrust upwards by Jon.   Catching her by surprise she pulled back, before pulling the thick shaft back up towards her mouth, slowly engulfing this huge black cock between her bright red lips.   My cock slides easily into her mouth and she can take most of the shaft, but with this she struggled to even get the head between her lips.    Spitting on his shaft and sliding her hand up and down loosely she resembled one of the whores in the films, occasionally rising to let out a deep moan as her black lover caught her clit.    Moving in really close I asked her to look up, taking a tight picture of her looking direct into the camera with her mouth just over his cock tip.

As she continued, her confidence grew and she slowly managed to get more of Jon down her mouth, although still no more than about four inches..    Jon’s groans deepened as my wife twisted his cock with her hand on each bob of her head, as if she wanted this huge fucker to cum deep down her throat, and  I have to admit – I admired his staying power – Louise  I was sure had cum into his mouth at least twice but his cock made it difficult to understand anything coming from her.   Finally after what seemed like hours she raised her head, looked over to Jon and said “Fuck my pussy”.    Jon said “Say please like a good little white bitch” – she replied “Please….pretty please”.

Releasing his cock from her mouth Louise rolled over onto her back, her pussy now flooded with a combination of her juices and Jon’s saliva.    Pushing a couple of fingers deep within her pussy she raised them up to her mouth, sucking a thick slimy coating of her cum scooped from deep within her.  Whilst rubbing at her pussy, Jon stood up at the side of the bed, his cock looking bigger than ever, and without even looking back over to me my wife parted her legs, exposing her gash to what must have been the biggest cock she had ever seen or imagined.

As Jon moved his cock I coughed and said “Louise” and nodded at his cock.   With a humph Louise turned around and said “Throw one over then” and I quickly opened a packet and threw a rubber over to her.   There was a clear look of disappointment in Jon’s face when he saw the condom, and despite a tiny protest, I think he was more worried about banging his rod through my wife than anything else.

Louise rolled on the condom expertly, which clung to about two thirds of his cock before it had ran out of room, but still – more than ample to do it’s job.    Lifting one of her legs in the air to give her lover deep access to her cunt, she beckoned him in, and he certainly didn’t need asking twice.

Jon moved over her, leaned forward and gave her another brief kiss, before moving up and rubbing his long cock against her pussy with his hand.    As his cock flicked against her bud she gave out little sighs, and she begged him to put it in her.    My wife has always had a tight pussy — there have been occasions when I’ve struggled to get my cock in her, but gently forcing his cock against her slit he pushed his thick head into the entrance of her pussy.

Louise came almost immediately, and Jon just smiled, waiting for her thrashing to die down.    “That feels like it’s splitting my in two” she said, to which Jon replied “I am not anywhere near half-way yet bitch”.    Smiling up at him, she egged him on, and despite his girth clearly testing her pussy to it’s limit, he pushed it in further into her sopping slit.

As his cock pushed deeper her face winced, and you could see her entire pussy flexing as he slowly moved it in and out – like he was almost a friction fit.    After half a minute of slow pushing forwards and backwards I heard two deep sighs, one from my wife and one from her lover, and suddenly his cock started moving more freely in and out of her.   I wondered if her pussy would ever feel the same after it’s quick lesson in stretching, but the show soon got the better of my attention.

Jon plowed his huge cock into her with gentle strokes at first, but soon picked up the pace, and as she rubbed furiously on her clit she came as hard as I had ever seen, screaming obscenities at her new lover and taking the piss out of me in the corner, “Fuck me you black bastard, show that pussy how to fuck a woman” at the top of her voice.     I grabbed the camera again and got a couple of pictures of my tight blonde wife’s pussy being completely wrecked by this cock as thick and as hard as a tree trunk.    Jon was clearly loving this, and after a quick wink over to me, leant down, kissing my wife deeply – the picture on my camera looking like they had been together for years.

After fifteen minutes of hard fucking my wife whimpered “Stop”, by now she had cum three or four times, and was in need of a break.    Jon pulled his cock from my wife, making a huge slurping noise, and leaving a gaping great hole where her pussy used to be.      “I just need a few minutes” she said “My cunt has gotten too sensitive”.    “No worries”, he said, and as he pulled off the condom and offered his dick up to her mouth she playfully kept him nice and hard whilst she recovered.

“Come here” she said to me.   I walked over to the bed, “Finger my pussy” she demanded.   I pushed one, two three and finally four fingers into her pussy easily, and could probably have got the whole fist up there if I tried.    “That’s what a proper cock does to a woman – now sit back in the fucking corner with your camera”.    Lifting my fingers up to my mouth I sucked on her cum, sticky and sweet, and slowly retreated.

Looking up at Jon she told him to lie down, “I wanna ride your cock”.    Jon lay on the bed as my wife moved over him, facing away from Jon towards me in a reverse cowgirl.    As she moved down I saw Jon’s uncovered shaft, and she reached down pulling it up towards her pussy.    “Ahem”, I said and pointed at his dick “Another condom”.    Louise looked at me as if she was about to protest, but thought better of it and said “There are some more in the bathroom hunni”..    I got up and walked around to the bathroom, looking through her small travel bag – There they were.

I could hear them giggling in the room – peeking back in I saw in the mirror at something which both shocked me but at the same time had me mesmerized – and forgetting the task at hand I just watched.   My wife was crouched over him, with her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking his bare cock against her pussy lips.   His helmet was slick, and again oozed thick globules of spunk, which formed little trails between his cock and her pussy.

I shouted “Just be a ho”, as I continued to watch.   Louise was now pushing the bare head just millimeters into her pussy, teasing Jon with her warm wet lips, giving him a feel of the real pussy he had fantasized about fucking this last few months.

He gave his hips a bit of a buck, pushing about two inches deep into her, which she quickly lifted off, before turning around and whispering “Behave, he’ll be back soon”.     Watching my wife in the mirror I watched as she looked down at his cock, before bobbing her pussy down onto his cock – this time with her instigating it, and Jon let out a stifled moan, as he felt her slick pussy to three or four inches this time.

Lifting up and clearly enjoying this game, she tried to tease him again, but as she engulfed his cock with her pussy he gave a sudden jolt of his hips, bringing his cock upwards at the same time.  Now buried in her,   a new look of lust spread across my wife’s face as she felt the warmth of his cock deep within and Jon gave himself away with his loudest moan so far….   Looking at her in the mirror she wasn’t letting this go now, and she slowly moved up and down on his shaft, working his length deep within her.  His cock now shining with her wetness, and my wife  now panting for breath, she turned to him and moaned “Fuck me now, and cum inside my twat”.

Walking back into the room I took one look at my wife and smiled, although she still decided to taunt me with “If you cannot give me a fucking baby, maybe this bastard can”, and she started bouncing on his uncovered shaft, screaming at me whilst begging Jon to release his spunk into her.

I was fucking turned on – whilst we didn’t exactly agree this I now wanted to see his thick cum oozing out of her body, and I moved in closely with the camera once more to get a photo of her pussy sliding onto his prick.    Jon was now sweating, his rhythm was picking up – clearly close to cumming in my wife, and the way she was thrusting over his cock you couldn’t blame him.    I looked at her and gave her a look to check she was ok with this, but she was well beyond making any decisions now – she thrashed her pussy down harder onto her lover, and begged him to unload in her.

Climbing off his cock Louise got on to all fours, offering her pussy to Jon from behind.    As Jon pushed his throbbing cock deep into her, her head fell down hitting the pillow, “Fuck, your so deep in me, I cannot take any more!”.    Louise looked over her shoulder watching Jon’s eyes as he picked up his rhythm.    “Do you wanna cum in this pussy or not”, she said softly, “I’m not on the pill, so fill me, give me a black baby”.    Her panting became delirious, but it was working, John started slamming into her with full effort, and despite her pussy being accommodated to his length and girth she was now screaming loudly on every push.

“I cumming” Jon yelled, as his groans got louder and his cock started thrusting into my wife in time with here bouncing.    “I want it all in me” she said and she pushed back deeper onto his cock, my wife started to orgasm yet again, and as her hips thrashed away and her pussy contracted you could see Jon’s balls twitch as he shot his load into her womb.    Pumping slower my wife bucked as he drained every last drop into her.

As he continue to moan, she got her breath back, and smiled “Fuck Jon, are you still cumming in me?”.   Nodding, he replied “It’s been a while though hun – lots of pent up spunk”, and as he pulled his dick from her cunt what looked like gallons of thick white cream oozed from her slit.    With a satisfied sigh, she reach down to her pussy, scooped two or three fingers of his cum, and sucked deeply on them, before she cleaned his cock off with her tongue.

As quickly as it started though they were done – my wife was laid back on the bed – pussy red raw and still leaking with cum, and Jon was in our bathroom washing up.    “I can’t stay”, he said – which clearly disappointed my wife, I’ve got to get back home for work tomorrow.     He got dressed in about ten minutes, and gave my wife one long kiss goodnight before telling her he’d love to do it again – “Agreed” she said, “But next time bring a friend” she quipped, smiling to herself like a cat which definitely got all the cream.

As he left I walked over to my wife, my cock standing proud.    Looking at me she laughed “What would I want with that?”.    Laughing she grabbed my cock and before she had pumped the shaft three or four times my spunk was streaming all over her corset.   Thoroughly knackered, she went and rested, leaving me to satisfy myself two or three more times during the night as I recalled the events I’d seen.

Since then she’s not had a repeat performance, nor heard from Jon – his mobile rings disconnected.   Probably terrified he planted his fertile seed in my wife he probably doesn’t want the maintenance payments, however, six weeks down the line and she hit her next period so he’s in the clear anyway.    She still insists on fucking herself with a huge dildo every time we are in bed, and I still struggle to satisfy her new sexual demands, but hey, I guess when she wants another go she’ll probably ask me when she has her lips around my cock again.

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Like most people, male or female, I have a natural lurid curiosity which I would be happy to satisfy if I weren’t caught at it, a totally natural and deep-seated interest in all things obscene — just because they are forbidden.

The bulges in the six surrounding youths’ sloppy large pants told me that they were interested in more than just territorial rights at the moment. They just didn’t know how to go about getting into my panties other than using intimidation, or worse, trying to hard. I knew that I had to defuse the situation immediately, or suffer the consequences of my mistake, and pay a higher price than a woman should ever have to pay.

“Whoa fella’s,” I said breaking into their choir like tirade.

“What’d you say bitch?!” The oldest, tallest, and ugliest of them snapped at me. His pock marked face surround by blond, and red dreadlocks would have been enchantingly laughable in normal society, but here it was just scary, and I guess that was their point.

“Look,” and I reached out, and took his bulge in hand, and squeezed it, “we don’t have to make a racial statement that turns us all into losers, now do we? If all you want is a little white pussy, then just ask nicely.”

“Huh?” he gasped in chorus with his friends.

“All I’m saying, and hell all any woman really wants is a little pampering, a little love talk, and a few signs of affection to show that she’s appreciated before she lets a guy through the door. Understand?”

“Um, not entirely,” he replied, but without moving away from my handhold.

“Well,” I said, my heart beating like a trip hammer as I drew on my imagination’s well of fantasy, “I’m not a little girl as you can see, I’m a woman, and women like to be earned.”

“How much?” Was his quick reply, taking me for a hooker. Still, I was flattered that he was willing to even pay me to get into my panties.

“I’m no pro!” I scolded, and squeezed my hand for emphasis. “I’m not talking about money here,” and I looked around me at his friends to see that they were all holding their own bulges as I held his.

“Then what?” He gasped.

“Well,” I thought out loud, “some women like men to fight over them. But I could hardly ask you to fight your friends here, now could I?”

All six of them shook their heads in response to that question, and I knew then that I had their full attention.

“However,” I continued, “there is nothing like a little friendly competition to earn a woman’s favors to set her heart afire, and open her silky thighs. If you know what I mean?”

And when they all nodded their heads in agreement I knew that I was in for an unexpected party of a lifetime.

“Okay,” I said, and began stroking tall dark and ugly’s thick growing log through his trousers, “I think that I know of a way for us to all have a lot of fun, and make this a win/win situation.”

“How’s that?” Six voices asked at once.

“Well first off,” I said, and pulled my hand away from his bulge, “and don’t take this wrong mind you, but I insist that my lovers all be fresh out of the shower for one thing. Which means that we need a place with a little privacy, and a lot of hot water before we start the competition.”

“What’s the competition?” Asked the big guy.

“My name is Lauren,” I said, by way of introduction.

“I’m Rodney,” he replied, “Most call me “The Rod.”

“It fits you,” and I tugged at his bulge for emphasis, and then he began to introduce me to his five friends.

“This is Duke,” he pointed to his left to the barrel chested black youth with the chiseled Mandingo like face. This guy had to be a football star, or into body building that was for sure.

The next guy he introduced was nicknamed Porpoise, he was the portly one of the group, though not entirely what you would call fat as he proved later. Spike, Decker, and Shaka Dog could have all been from the same litter as they were as thin as rails, and all three wore the same overly large 501′s around their pubic bones, or half way down their asses. How any of them walked around without losing their pants is a mystery to me, and science both. However I at least now knew them all by first, or nickname, and that’s all that counted.

“So what’s this about a competition?” Rodney inquired.

“I thought that since it is obvious that you all want to get into my shorts that you could show me just how much you really want me by having a good old fashioned pie eating contest.”

“PIE eating contest?” Rodney actually looked puzzled.

“Yeah, a hair pie eating contest,” I replied. “Mine.” It was then that I lifted my skirt, right there in the dark alley to let them all get a look see at what they were really wanting the whole time. I keep my thick pubic thatch quite trim actually, shaped into a small heart above my clitty due to the fact that my hair color is bright reddish orange down there as I am a natural Strawberry blond. I keep the rest of the area perfectly bald as that’s the way my husband likes it, and I find it much more hygienically satisfying.

“Damn baby!” Rodney growled with controlled passion. “You ain’t wearing any panties!”

“I’m glad you noticed,” I smiled back at his shocked look, then slowly lowered my skirt back into place. “As you can see I’m all showered, and ready to go.”

“Hammond’s!” Duke spoke up for the first time.

“Hammond’s?” I inquired.

“Yeah,” Rodney agreed with his friend, then looking down at me, “It was a family owned Convenient Store up until last week. They moved out yesterday, but they left the water, and lights on in their living quarters for the fire marshals inspection for the new owners. But they won’t be here until next week.”

“I don’t want to break in,” I insisted.

“No problem,” Rodney said, “They gave Duke the keys to the place. He’s their first cousin. There’s even a double bed for him to use there.”

“Sounds perfect.” I said, and followed arm in arm with Rodney as Duke led the way down the street, and Porpoise made a chalk mark next to my car on the pavement by the left front tire before joining the rest of us. Which I could only assume was by way of protecting it from local vandals.

It was a tired old building, much like the rest of the residences in the area, but it alone had a store front with a loading zone on the first floor, with the living quarters on the second floor directly above with a separate entrance way on the side in the back alley. Surprisingly it was very clean inside, with no pealing paint, and some very smart wallpapering, and lovely natural old wood framing, molding, and panels. However save for the double bed in the middle of the living room there wasn’t another thing in the interior until you went into the bathroom, which was strangely fully stocked.

“This will do nicely,” I said, then stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me without locking it.

I hadn’t locked the door as a sign of trust on my part, but I needed a moment to compose myself before I could go any further. So far I was as safe as my comrades could make me, but I was also isolated from my own world, and had to get in touch with my husband so he wouldn’t wonder why I hadn’t showed up, and so somebody would know where I really was. So while I used the facilities I called Jim on my cell-phone, and told him what I was up to, and where. He agreed that I had done the best thing by not getting sexed, but was a little puzzled at first about my not wanting to get the police involved. When I explained that this was a chance to live out one of my girlhood fantasies without getting hurt he finally agreed as long as they didn’t keep me there over night.

“I guess that just depends on their stamina,” I said before closing out the cell phone.

I gave myself a cool douche from the bidet to clean myself up, and then stepped out of the bathroom, and called out; “Next!”

I almost thought that they were going to fight over the shower, but Rodney took command right away, and said that they would; “…go in the order of introduction’s to the lady.”

Meaning that as far as the showers were concerned he went first, then Duke, then Porpoise, and so on.

“Nobody touches Lauren though until she’s ready,” Rodney finished, and that was probably why the argument ended with a friendly note.

“We could use a few chairs,” I commented out loud as Rodney closed the bathroom door behind him.

“They left some folding lawn chairs out on the balcony,” Duke informed us then. And with the others help we had enough chairs for four people to sit down on, and that meant two had to sit on the bed while Rodney showered. I chose a chair so as to favor no one in particular, and suddenly we were all just talking, and getting to know each other.

As I’d thought Duke was into football, and going to college on a athletic scholarship the coming fall. Spike had been invited to UCLA on a music scholarship, but wasn’t sure he wanted to leave his homies as yet. Pointing to Decker, and Shaka Dog as they were going to have to repeat their senior year in high school. Luckily for me they were over 18. But it was Porpoise that really surprised everyone there by telling us that he was going to MIT in the fall.

Somewhere during the conversation Rodney came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist, and took Duke’s place as Duke headed for the shower. I got to hear then about how Rodney had been accepted into the Air force Academy, and his plans for becoming the first black man on Mars.

“Ever eaten a white girl?” I interrupted.

“Uh, no, not really,” Rodney responded slowly, as if thinking about how to answer the question in front of his friends.

“Any one here ever eaten any pussy?” I asked then.

Porpoise hesitantly raised his right hand, and then Decker, and Shaka Dog raised theirs as well.

“Good,” I stated, “you men can coach the virgins. You know, sorta kibitz, or give them hints, and suggestions on technique if you will. And since Rodney is sort of a virgin to eating pussy, and well, he is the leader of you guys, I think he should eat my pussy first. After all he has already taken a shower, right?”

The nods of every head in the group settled the issue as far as I was concerned. So I slouched down in the chair, spread my knees wide, and lifted the hem of my skirt up to my face, and then held it with my teeth.

“Come on brown sugar,” I whisper lisped through my teeth in my huskiest voice, “time to eat some white pussy. And remember, the best cunt lapper gets to fuck me first. So you might want to listen up to your friends, and me especially while you’re learning.”

You didn’t have to tell Rodney something like that twice, he dove into my crotch with a full half twist, his tongue slicing through the swollen lips of my excited pussy like a knife through melted butter. And my legs wrapped around his head of their own accord. It this guy had never eaten pussy then he was the all time Rookie of the year as far as I was concerned. And when the tip of his oral appendage tickled my G-spot I knew then that this was no tongue-fucking rookie by any means. I instantly went in multiple orgasm mode shimmying, and shaking uncontrollably in that simply lounge chair like a monkey in a banana tree on ecstasy. My hands holding his black face in up tight against my pink gyrating pussy, mumbling, screaming, and yelling out every blaspheme known to mankind as I forced Rodney to lick up my never-ending supply of girl goo melting out of my cunt.

My only problem when I get like this is that I can be a real fucking pig of a slut, and when I saw Duke coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel I crooked a finger at him to get him to come closer. Once he was in reach I simply grabbed the towel, pulled him right up next to me, and rid him of that pesky loincloth so as to get at his growing hunk of black man meat. And yes, it was very fucking big. So big that it took both of my hands to hold onto it as I opened my mouth to get what I could of it into my mouth. Which was barely more than an inch back of the crowning head.

I lost all sense of time for a while as Rodney’s tongue brought me from one mind numbing set of multiple orgasms to the next set. I was in hog heaven getting my pussy quaffed, and my mouth stuffed with big black cock. So much so that it took a while for me to realize that two more of the gang had joined in on either side of me to suckle, nip, and lightly bite at my heaving titties. Hell, they hadn’t even bothered to take off my blouse, or the demi-cup bra underneath, just pulled everything to the side, and had at them. For all essential purposes I was still fully dressed saved for the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties. The whole scene in my mind creating a picture of a perfect slut in carnal carnage melt down.

Now I’m not one to brag, but I can pretty much say with some authority that I’m a damn sexy looking vixen. In fact I know that I have a better body than most of the up, and coming starlets out in Hollywood, and that I’m pretty enough to turn more than my fair share of heads. I eat, and exercise properly, and try not to overdue anything that isn’t related to sex. So when I tell you that those guys were all over me like wolves sharing their last meal on earth, please believe that I know what I am talking about here. And I wallowed in all of that black flesh like a sow in a mud hole.

I was sucking on one big black cock, after another, with a big black cock in each hand that I was stroking enthusiastically as well. And all the while one of those black bristly heads was between my thighs licking away at my sopping wet slit, or tongue fucking my tight tender little pooper. I don’t have any idea of how many orgasms I went through, or how long this part of the foreplay lasted, but suddenly I found myself all alone flat on my back on the bed’s mattress with the only sheet in the place rumpled up underneath my soaking wet ass.

“Uh, where did everybody….?” I started, then opened my eyes to see that I was surrounded by no less than seven throbbing hard black cocks. This party was starting to grow. Some of which were being stroked as they pointed in my general direction.

“Foreplay is over, baby,” Rodney informed me, “time fo you to choose who fucks you first.”

“And who’s second,” Duke put in just before the rest of them set off a volley of numbers that I was in no real shape to comprehend.

“Yeah, well,” I struggled to get up on my elbows while spreading my legs wide, “I’m pretty loose right now fellas, so what say we let Rodney lay down here on the mattress, and I’ll climb up on his hog leg, then you other men find one of my other openings to use while we go at it. After that we’ll just play musical white holes, and black poles. How’s that sound?”

“GANG BANG!” Decker cried out just as I climbed on top of Rodney’s cock, and slowly impaled myself on that black snake of his.

Duke wasted no time in sidling up behind me to slowly slide his thick black stick up my slippery wet shit hole. It did hurt just a bit, but I was no virgin there either, and have always loved a healthy sized cock up my ass. However with Rodney’s cock stuffing the shit out of my pussy at the same time it felt like I had four foot of cock in me instead of close to two. And when Porpoise shoved his thick fat cock in my mouth to fuck my face I knew then that I’d made the best decision of my life letting them all fuck me silly at the same time.

“I say we knocks the bitch up,” came out of the mouth of the stranger that had joined them while I was getting eaten out earlier. “Teach her not to get lost next time.”

“Shut up Mouth!” Duke spat at him silencing Mouth with that one command.

But it was too late; I’d heard him, and just the thought of getting knocked up by these seven strangers, not ever knowing who the daddy really was sent me screaming off into the land of mind numbing euphoric multiple orgasma. After all, my day job was being a proper housewife to my husband Jim. And even though he allowed me the occasional foray into the wild side of consensual adultery didn’t mean that he would take kindly to raising some other man’s black bastard child. Though in truth, I knew that he would get off on the idea, if not the actual fact. Jim is as twistedly perverted as I am, more so at times. And I do love him for being that way.

“Yes! Oh yes!” I screamed after spitting out Porpoise’s cock for a moment, “knock me up! Breed me like a bitch! I love it!”

I was out of my mind going from one outrageous group of multiple orgasms into the next group. My body totally out of my control as they rammed, pulled, pushed, tugged, shoved, and throttled my body with their sexual hunger like I was a blow up doll. Two somebody’s always sucking, or biting at my breasts, and keeping my nipples hard, and extremely tender while no less than five black cocks fucked my cunt, my ass, my mouth, and both hands all at the same time.

In, and out, back and forth, twisting, and rotating their hips as they ground their black peckers into my white flesh over and over again. And when one of them came in my pussy, or up my ass, or in my mouth then another cock would quickly take its place. However where my mouth was concerned sometimes I had a cock in my face, and at other times somebody’s black ass was spread for me to rim out. Though honestly, I never really saw after Porpoise’s cock shot off down my throat whose ass, or prick was in my face after that. All I was really aware of was the sweet smell of Irish Spring soap that they had used to take their showers, and I was very pleased that I had insisted on that part before this had all gotten started. I may be a pig in heat when I’m slutty, but even pigs take baths.

I knew that I was gonna be sore all over when this was through, but there’s no way, now that I was well into it that I would have stopped this gang bang. And by then I’m sure that these boys knew just how lucky they’d gotten with me too. They sure humped me like I was their favorite fantasy centerfold, I can tell you that. And with all of that kind of attention, I really felt as slutty as a centerfold woman can feel.

I don’t know how long I was amongst the living before I passed out in sheer exhaustion during that breeding party, but when I came to again they were still fucking me. Though with slightly less vigor, and with a lot looser body orifices to contend with it was easy to understand why. It was dark outside by then, and the place was slowly becoming very quiet. I could feel my ass drenching in a wide pool of scum from all of the cocks that had cum in my pussy, and asshole thus far. As it turned out Mouth was fucking my cunt, pumping out as much semen with every thrust inward, as Decker who was cumming between my tits was spurting all over the front of me.

I could feel sticky crusted, and wet goop covering my face, chest, belly, and in my hair, and there was no doubt that my clothes were probably ruined, or at best ready for the dry cleaner’s. I’d been fucked hard, and laid up wet. What more could a slut ask for? And when the two of them finished, and got off of me I found that nobody else was there, everybody else had left leaving these two the sloppiest of leftovers in me.

“Where’d everyone go?” I struggled to sit up, and found that my entire wardrobe was now bunched up around my waist like corded rope yarn.

“They all had dates to get ready for,” Decker replied, “we figured since you were passed out that you wouldn’t mind one last poke before we left too. Mouth, and I ain’t never had a white woman before, and we wanted to make it last a little longer.”

“You better be on birth control,” Mouth chided, “or sure as shit you got yourself knocked up good today, slut.”

He was right. As it turned out the doctor found me pregnant six weeks afterwards. And almost nine months to the day later I had twins, one boy; Jim junior, and one girl; Melissa. And even though they both have very curly, almost kinky red hair, and slightly darker skin than Jim or I they both have green eyes like me. Jim is tickled silly at being a father, and well, I’m pretty much exhausted chasing after clean diapers, and such.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is this about?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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We have been married for more than 3 years now and have been desperately trying for kids, ever since we got married. So, I was delighted to hear the good news that she was pregnant. However, that happiness was short-lived. Recently, I found out that it wasn’t me who fathered our kid. My wife is 7 months pregnant now and her affair with father of our kid is still continuing. She still thinks I am unaware of her indiscretions. I don’t understand why I feel excited about letting somebody else knock up my wife. I will make an attempt to honestly describe the circumstances and leave it to you folks to judge whether my reaction is warranted or not.

Due to the nature of my work, I have to work late shifts most of the time. I do sometimes get to work day shifts but that is rarity. My wife purposely chose a clerical job so that she could easily manage her professional as well as family life. We are not well to do financially so she had to work, anyway. Because of our different lifestyles finding time for each other and for sex has always been a challenge. We however, manage to indulge in sex at least 3-4 times a week. It is mostly in the wee hours of morning when I return home from my work and when she is about to get up. So far, it has worked out well for us in the bedroom. However, we have not been able to spend quality time with each other because of my erratic schedules.

So, sometimes it makes me wonder why I am still with her. Especially, after knowing that she is having a torrid affair with a much older man, who, unfortunately, also happens to be my boss. My boss Kishore is 47 years old, old enough to be our father. He has a daughter who is slightly younger to my wife. So it is indeed surprising to know that he would jeopardize his marriage by having an illicit relationship with my wife. I have known him only for little over a year now. I never knew he was a ladies man until recently when I found out about my wife’s affair. Both of us have high regard for Kishore and address him as Kishore bhai (elder brother). Now, it sounds strange when she addresses him as Kishore bhai (brother).

I could comprehend Kishore getting attracted to my wife but couldn’t understand why my wife would fall for someone like Kishore bhai. My wife is incredibly beautiful; in fact, I was very much surprised when she agreed to marry me. Most of my friends consider me lucky to have such a beautiful wife. She is extremely fair, gifted with a flawless complexion. She is about 5′ 5″ and her vital stats are 34-27-37. She doesn’t have an ounce of fat and looks seductive in an Indian saree. I am a bit on the darker side and stand 5′ 6″, with no great physique as such.

Kishore bhai on the other side is much darker than me. But size wise he is much bigger than both of us. He stands 5′ 10″ and has a strong physique with well-developed body. Considering his age, he does harbor a potbelly that is big but doesn’t look very big on him. But looks are deceptive. Kishore bhai knows how to woo a woman. I have seen him and my wife exchanging sweet nothings with each other several times. He is extremely good in bed and I have myself witnessed the amount of pleasure he gives to my wife. Perhaps, that’s why I still have high regard for him.

Let me first explain how it all started. Due to my weird schedules, I started consuming alcohol and got addicted to it. I got introduced to Kishore when my earlier boss retired. Kishore was brought in from another location to fill in the void. I immediately got pally with him. He too was very much addicted to alcohol and that’s how we became good friends.

We started hanging out together, as our favorite past-times were same. He worked night shift like me, so we frequented the local bars before our day (actually our night-shift) started. Our habits got us into trouble, pretty soon. Some of the seniors in the factory noticed our trend and warned us. So, we ended up at my place after work most of the days to satisfy our thirst. It was strange initially, but then we both settled into the routine.

My wife didn’t mind Kishore bhai’s presence much, primarily because we rarely had any visitors. She also started liking him as she got to know him. She was not much of an early riser but helped us on those special days (usually 2-3 times per week) with the sundry items. I think, it was during this period the seeds of their affair were sown. I probably must have been dumb to not see it coming. It’s strange that I never suspected Kishore bhai for heading an hour earlier to my place on our get-together days. He always leaves an hour earlier. So, I never noticed it until now. But these days, my heart aches whenever I see him heading to my place.

I started suspecting her when she was 5 months into pregnancy. One fine day, as soon as Kishore bhai left after completing our early morning ritual (consuming alcohol) she dragged me into bedroom and made love to me; it was actually more of wild sex. I noticed something unusual that day. She made me go down on her as soon as we had finished kissing. I am not new to oral sex but for the past few months it had ceased to exist.

I noticed two things during that session: she was very excited; animated and her pussy tasted and smelled weird. The more I thought of it, the more I was convinced that the taste and smell were remnants of recent session she had with somebody. My head was spinning when I realized that I may be tasting Kishore bhai’s, my boss’s, cum. I wanted to withdraw but couldn’t; she held my head very close to her pelvis with her legs. Being helpless, I concentrated on the smell to confirm my doubts. It was definitely the smell of a worked out pussy. I inquisitively poked her lips with my tongue to find out if I could taste semen. I had never tasted semen but knew how it tasted. She indeed tasted bitter confirming my worst doubts.

I had a throbbing erection immediately. My heart was galloping at a blistering speed and I just lapped her pussy as a hungry cat would lap milk. She set me free only after she came twice.

I couldn’t rest that entire day and kept on wondering if she was actually having an affair with Kishore bhai. I still had an iota of doubt. When it became unbearable, I decided to find out. That evening we had planned for a small occasion; as per Indian traditions we perform special ritual during the fifth month of pregnancy. I had invited a few friends and relatives of mine. Kishore bhai, considered part of our family, was supposed to be there to help us. Unfortunately, Kishore bhai’s wife and children were away at their granny’s place for about a month, so they couldn’t attend. We had decided to call off next morning’s meeting, as it would be a hectic day with the party.

I hatched a plan to spy on them next morning. I told my wife that I would be heading to neighboring village next morning for some important work, directly from work. She had requested me to purchase some of her cosmetic items from the neighboring village and I took this opportunity to fulfill her request. With me away next morning, I was sure that they would arrange for a rendezvous if they indeed were having an affair.

I pulled out some of my spy ware that had been kept unused for years now. I had a passion for spying and had accumulated lot of interesting devices during my teenage days. I had a small wireless device that could transmit sounds from the source to any point within the range of 20-30 feet. I had successfully experimented with it a few times earlier. We own a private bungalow, which had 4 rooms and a spacious garden. The backside of our house was pretty much secluded by virtue of being the innermost bungalow in the society. So we never closed our bedroom windows as the bedroom was the on the backside. Anybody could easily peek into the room without being conspicuous; all they had to do was draw aside the curtain. I hid the bug/microphone on one of the showpieces near our bed and tested that it worked.

That evening, Kishore bhai arrived much earlier in order to setup the place before others arrived. After setting up the place he moved into the kitchen while I took care of the outdoor chores. I peeked into the kitchen every now and then but didn’t find anything fishy. However, there was special chemistry between them that I didn’t notice the other days. I still wanted to go ahead with my plans to clear my doubts.

Next morning, as expected, Kishore bhai left very early, almost two hours earlier, claiming that he was tired from evening’s party. I of course, didn’t buy his argument; I knew he was definitely heading to my place or was I hoping that he was? As soon as he was out of sight, I also left. I stay very close to our workplace. I took the shorter route and ran as fast as I could to reach home, only to find that I was too late. The lights were on; so probably he was already home, which also meant that my concerns were not misplaced.

As I neared our bedroom balcony, I concentrated hard to hear their voices but couldn’t hear anything. I could sense, though, that somebody was in the bedroom. I peeked through the windows to see that my wife was very much awake and was in fact draping a saree. She had already showered and was now wearing a saree at 4:00 clock in the morning! What more? She was draping her bright red-colored wedding saree. I noticed that she was not wearing a bra under her blouse and her saree was tucked way below her navel. This was quite unusual of her. She wore the kind of ornaments that a newly bride would. She also wore her red bangles that she had especially purchased for our wedding. While she applied lipstick, I looked around the room and saw that the bed was specially made. I saw that the bed sheet was decorated with flowers, the way it is decorated for the first-night after wedding.

As soon as she was done applying lipstick, the bell rang. So the father of my kid had arrived. I quickly moved to the living room balcony to verify if it was indeed Kishore bhai. It was dark in the living room so I couldn’t confirm. But they were locked in a tight embrace kissing each other. I moved to the bedroom balcony as soon as I sensed that they would move to the bedroom. In the bedroom, I saw my wife leading him into the room. He was excited to see the way she had decorated the bedroom for him.

“Wow! You have really setup everything as I wanted.” saying that he hugged her and kissed her fully on her mouth. It was a passionate kiss that lasted for more than a minute. I could visibly see them exchanging saliva.

“Of course honey! How could I refuse your request?” she said finishing the kiss.

“Does that mean you will grant my ultimate wish?” he quipped excitedly. To which she blushingly replied, “Lets see!”

“Now let us get comfortable. Today we have lot of time at our disposal.”

“Did you notice something strange with Kaushik yesterday? He was very quite at work today. I couldn’t understand why?”

“I think he might have got jealous or suspicious about us. We need to be careful. I think yesterday we did give him a bit of hint,” she answered

“I don’t think we have ever done anything to make him suspicious till now!”

“Really?” she questioned him coyly. He just looked into her eyes and returned her smile.

“I don’t understand why you have such perverse ideas,” she said nonchalantly

“I like humiliating people!”

“You mean to say that resting with somebody’s wife is not humiliating enough to the husband? Making her pregnant is not humiliating enough?”

“It is. But taking it a bit to the extreme adds spice to it!”

I was still not able to get a hang of the conversation.

“Did he react differently when you fed him my cum from your pussy?”

“Shut up! Don’t talk like that. He is after all my husband. I don’t understand why I am entertaining your whims and fancies!” she said in an irritated tone

This confirmed my doubts! So, she indeed made me go down on her on Kishore bhai’s insistence. I could only start to comprehend the power he had over her.

“I think you do know it, right?” he asked teasingly and then their mouths met in another passionate kiss.

“I am not sure but my guess is it does feel different so he might have felt odd. Also, I had cleaned up a bit to ensure that it doesn’t become too obvious”

“What? I asked you to feed him the whole of it. How could you do that!” he said in a slightly angry tone.

“Relax honey! I wouldn’t turn down your request would I? Do you have any idea how much you cum? And yesterday you had cum gallons to ensure that he does taste it. If I had let him go down on me in that stage, it would have been an end to our affair. I will gradually introduce him to the new taste of my pussy.” she said consoling him.

“Hmm… I do cum a lot!” he said smilingly

“Yes you do! You knocked me the very first time you pumped your semen in my womb, which my husband wasn’t able to do for around 3 years”

“So when do you plan to feed him full load?” he asked her.

“I don’t know, but I need to first let him get adjusted to the new taste. So, I will let him go down on me only after I have had sex with you.”

“I think you should only let him go down on you. Don’t let him fuck you!”

“Come on. Please be easy on him. He is my husband!”

“And who am I?”

It seemed Kishore bhai had quite intimate conversations with her earlier as she seemed very much relaxed discussing these things. I don’t remember if we ever had any sexy conversation apart from the 15-20 minute sex we got 2-3 times a week.

“Honey you are definitely a lot more than my husband. You are father of my kid,” she said pointing to her tummy.

“Only kid?”

“Okay. You are the father of all my kids. How many do you want?”

“About a dozen!” he said jokingly

“Oh come on. Stop kidding. I am serious!”

I was puzzled hearing her tone. She is already planning on more children from Kishore bhai! I don’t think I liked the idea of not fathering even a single kid but my dick definitely enjoyed it.

“How about three?”

“Hmm… I was thinking two would suffice. Doesn’t matter I can consider third one too!”

“But then we might have to hurry. You are already nearing fifty. I would need at least six years to give birth to 3 kids. Do you think it is okay to conceive from a man above fifty?”

“Hmm… I think as a woman it is your prerogative to conceive from somebody who will give you the best set of genes. If you think I cant give you the best then you should look around!”

“Shut up! I don’t want to be having one more husband. It is already tough handling my two husbands: of which one of them, given a chance, will never give an opportunity to my other husband to mount me!” she said smilingly

“I want to be absolutely sure that I am the father of your kids. So you need to keep your husband away when you are trying to conceive!”

“Agreed honey!”

And their lips met for the third time. This time it was an intense kiss. Kishore bhai was squeezing my wife’s boobs as if he was trying to milk them. No wonder her boobs had grown a lot recently. He had undone her blouse and was sucking on her tits now. My wife was enjoying his attention very much. After sometime she motioned him to lie on his back and started working on him. She started from his mouth and gradually moved southwards. On her way she latched onto one of his nipples and gave it very rough yet pleasurable treatment. I could hear Kishore bhai delighted moans while she was doing this.

She pecked his manhood through trousers a little bit and then started undoing his trousers. She was having some difficulty in unfastening the button because of his huge potbelly but with the help of Kishore bhai, she quickly opened the zipper. She caressed his manhood through his underwear and even tried to bite it with her teeth. After some foreplay, she got her hand into his trousers and brought out his penis.

What I saw amazed me. He was huge! She was holding his penis in her hand from the base and yet half of it was still showing. He must have been at least 2-3 inches longer than me and it also seemed much thicker than mine. So I found out that he did have the equipment to serve my wife.

Her mouth was bobbing up and down on his shaft, now. Her lips could hardly cover any length because of the thickness of his prick. While she was working on his prick, Kishore bhai got rid of his trousers and underwear. She didn’t let go of his dick while he was trying to unfasten her saree knot unsuccessfully.

He was lying on his back and she was resting next to him sucking on his cock. After a while he changed his position by raising one of his leg over her head so that her head was sandwiched between his two legs now. I could see him pushing her head down and she was responding to him negatively.

“Hey! You promised!” he complained.

“But it smells! You haven’t yet showered. How can I possibly do that?” she retorted back

“Doesn’t Matter! You have to prove that you love every part of my body. Besides this is just the beginning,” he said

“What do you mean? You pervert!” she gave him a weird look and said, “Now come one switch off the lights”

“No. I wont!”

“How can I do it otherwise?” she complained

“As I said this is just the beginning. I know it is dirty and smells and that is intentional. Get down to work and clean it. I want it spic and span” he commanded her

I could sense what he was asking her to do but couldn’t believe she would actually do it. She gave him a nasty look but reconciled to her fate, I guess. She gently pushed him back onto his back and move back to go down him. She gently wrapped her hand around his penis and instead of kissing its head she moved it out of her way. She started kissing the base of his prick; those were gentle pecks. Gradually her kisses became more audible as her lips parted to give wet kisses. I could only feel jealous as her pink lips took one of his pitch back testicles into her mouth. She gently suckled and then moved onto other and completely soaked them with her saliva.

She looked at him, smiled, and got between his legs and knelt. My wife lifted his legs and he helped her by pulling them to his chest and keeping them there. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his butt to make it accessible. She lay down and her lips were inches away from his groin. She nudged her nose into his ass crack and took a few deep breaths. I guess his musky, tangy odor excited her. She looked carefully at his puckered hole that was pulsating with anticipation.

She leaned forward again, this time with an open mouth but she probed him just below his testicles with her tongue. She was teasing him probing the section between testicles and anus. Kishore bhai was breathing heavily. Placing her hands below his buttocks she moved him a bit higher and slowly lowered her tongue. He gasped and his body shrieked as her tongue touched his puckered hole. She prodded his anal opening with her tongue for a while and then she started lapping at his behind. She was cleaning his dirty bum hole with her tongue. I could clearly see lot of saliva dipping from her mouth onto his bum.

Once she was happy with his hygiene she started working on his anus. She was trying to pry it open with her tongue and obviously his sphincter muscles weren’t letting her in as yet. Kishore bhai was in seventh heaven when she finally managed to sneak in her tongue into his opening. She licked and sucked his puckered hole for a long time until he made her stop.

“I think you are becoming a very good wife!” he taunted her

“Now lets see if you can be an ideal wife or not.”

“Since this is our first night after our wedding, I would like to take your virginity!”

She smiled “Honey, unfortunately my first husband has already taken my virginity so I can’t really offer that to you. Although, I do concede that if you had asked this to me on my wedding night (with my first husband) I would have gladly given it to you”

That said a lot about my status in our marital bedroom. I never knew that I was so bad in the sex department that she would even consider somebody like Kishore bhai to consummate our marriage on the wedding night.

“Thank you very much for the consideration. But what has happened is past and that cannot be changed,” Kishore bhai curtly replied.

“Now let me take what I can have. You still have a virgin hole in your body which I wish to take today,” he said casually hinting to her that he wanted to take her analy.

“NO!” she exclaimed

“You cant. It wont fit in!”

“Don’t worry. Just relax and let me do the job. I am going to take your anal cherry whether you like it or not,” he mentioned it as a matter of fact.

He moved her to the center of the bed and crawled between her legs. He pulled her saree up to her waist and I found that she wasn’t wearing gagra or panties. I could see his rock hard pulsating penis nearing her honey pot. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulder as he moved closer. She was watching excitedly as he pressed his cock downward pointing to her bum hole. The contrast of his fat black cock next to her pink puckered was exciting. I noticed that she was already lubed; I guess she had thoroughly prepared for his visit although she tried to act innocent. So, this was the ultimate gift he was talking about when he entered our bedroom.

He inched closer and his penis was touching now the entrance of her rear hole. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of losing her anal virginity. He slowly pushed forward and I could see my wife bit her lower lip trying to contain the pain she was feeling. After some initial resistance the sphincter muscles slackened and took his knob in. She gasped in pain and pleasure as this happened. Kishore bhai waited at this stage for a moment checking if she was in pain. Sensing nothing is happening, my wife opened her eyes to see that his head had already entered her. Looking into his eyes she said, “Come on fuck me. Take my anal cherry!” He slowly started to push into her. Gradually her muscles started relaxing and letting in more of him in her.

I could see my wife moaning as he was trying to penetrate her as much as he could. When Kishore bhai got it all in he sighed! He adjusted her legs around his waist and lowered himself on top of him. There lips met into a passionate kiss and he gradually started his pumping action. Every time he drove his penis into her I could hear her gasp that got muffled in their kiss.

It was evident by the way she was breathing and her moans that it was slightly discomforting for her. However, couple of minutes into the action she started enjoying it. Her sphincter muscles seemed to have succumbed to his invading member. I still couldn’t believe that such a thick penis was shafting her. He went fucking her for more than five minutes now and didn’t show any signs of Cumming.

I admired his staying power. No wonder she chose him to father her children. He was not only well equipped but also knew how to use his equipment. After fucking her for around 10 minutes he decided to change position. He got her to lie on her tummy and shoved couple of pillows under her tummy to elevate her bum. It seems he had made up his mind to ravage her rear hole tonight. He got into his position with her legs spread wide, exposing her bum hole.

I could now see him quickly entering her anal opening without much resistance. He decided to increase his tempo and was now humping her hard. With the increased tempo she had become more vocal. I guess, it was also hurting her now. Couple of time she requested him “Easy honey easy. You are hurting me!” But Kishore bhai didn’t pay any heed to her advice and banged her as hard as he could.

Even this time he didn’t cum immediately. I was timing him now. He took another 10 minutes to cum in her. As he came in her he rammed his cock deep into her with such passion that she was pushed a bit forward. They tried to catch their breath as they lay there; he was still on top of her with his thick cock deeply embedded in her bum hole. I could see cum leaking through her hole as he started pulling out his penis from her asshole. He rolled back onto his back and now they were lying in each other’s arms.

“Oh God. You really stretched me! I thought you ripped me apart” she said excitedly.

He just smiled and urged her to go down on him. I wasn’t surprised to see her go down on him to clean both of their juices. After cleaning she went back into his arms and asked “Are you happy now?”

“Yes; for now”

It was 6:00 am and they still were in their bed and didn’t seem they wanted to get up immediately. I usually returned home by 5:00 and it was already 6:00 now.

“What did you meant when you said this is just the beginning?” she asked him.

“Good question; quite a lot actually. I want you to shed all inhibitions and participate in any activity freely!”

“Like?”

“Like swallowing my cum”

“Yes. Then I can understand what is in store for my husband, right? What else?”

“Being my toilet slave”

“Toilet Slave! What is that?”

“It means that your mouth would function as a commode for me!”

“How disgusting! I will never do something like that”

“Yes honey! You will and I am sure you will enjoy it”

“I will start by peeing in your mouth first and then let you clean me after my bowel movements. Initially with toilet paper and then later on with your mouth.”

“I don’t know what I have done to deserve it!” I could hear my wife say.

That’s exactly what I said to myself: “What have I done to deserve this?”

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