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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Month Ago…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ray had Val strip and suck his cock as a show of good faith. Valerie expertly brought Ray to his climax and he deposited his cum all over her face.  She was then instructed to clean his cock making sure she swallowed the lasts drops. Ray asked if we had a Polaroid camera, which we did, so he borrowed it and took some very graphic photos of Val. The shots of her cum covered face were very clear and the close ups of her cunt were almost text book quality. He took several full length photos of my wife showing her face and all her charms! I was a little bit worried about Ray, who we’d just met, having such compromising photos of Valerie. The fact that he had full use of her body for the next year and a half made my worries seem a bit silly. Ray explained that if he was going to recoup his costs then Valerie would be spending a large amount of her time on her back entertaining his friends, workers and clients.

The next day was Saturday and as I don’t work weekends, I was available to watch my wife. Ray had us meet him on a work site about 2 miles from our home. The site was a 3 storey apartment block that Ray was working on. He had 3 four man bricklaying gangs plus a site manager working when we arrived. The site was semi secluded and was fenced off from the public so only the bricklayers, the site manger and Ray were there. The only other people likely to come on site were delivery drivers or perhaps the owners. Ray took us both into the site office and told Valerie her job for the next two hours was to make tea and coffee for the gangs. Valerie would be nude and the guys could touch her but not fuck her. The gang that laid the most bricks on the morning would be able to gang bang her before she left. I was a bit reluctant to agree but Val said she was fine with the idea. Valerie quickly removed her shorts and halter top exposing her shaved cunt and prominent nipples to Ray. She had just her favourite pink runners on and looked absolutely gorgeous.

Ray told us to follow him and we went into the partly built apartment block where the first gang was finishing off the main entry walls. All four guys stopped work and stared at my naked wife as she approached there work area. Ray introduced Valerie by her full name and explained she was a local slut here to serve tea and coffee for the morning. Valerie gave each guy a quick kiss and stood back with her lovely legs slightly apart. Ray sent one of the guys to get the other two gangs so he wouldn’t have to explain himself twice. The other eight guys plus the site manager quickly assembled in the half completed foyer. The thirteen guys listened closely as Ray went through his plan. Ray again introduced my wife by her full married name and told them she was a local slut who wanted to use her cunt to pay for the brickwork on her garage. I was speechless at the use of our real names and the fact that we were locals. While we hadn’t insisted on anonymity we did expect Ray to be a little discrete.  Valerie however, didn’t bat an eyelid at the use of her name or her plan to pay for the work with her cunt. Her nipples were hardening under the stare of 26 eyes and I could see her juices dripping from her pussy lips. Ray went on to say that everyone on site this morning could grope my wife as much as they wanted but no one could fuck her. Only the gang that laid the most bricks would get to use her while the others could only watch. Also the gang that won this morning would also be the gang to do the brickwork on her garage. That gang would also have free use of my wife during the two weeks it would take to complete.  We hadn’t planned on so many men knowing of the arrangement or so many men having access to my wife’s body but we HAD given Ray total control for eighteen months. To say we were naive was an understatement.

The men all came over to fondle Valerie’s breasts and slip calloused fingers into her willing cunt. The smarter gang had a quick grope and headed back to work. That gang consisted of two white guys, one black guy and one Hispanic. They were all in their late thirties or early forties and were obviously intent on winning. While the other gangs took every opportunity to finger fuck or fondle my wife this gang contented them with the knowledge they would soon be fucking her.

The morning went far to quickly for me as I watched my wife trying not spill coffee while someone  pushed two or three fingers into her sloppy pussy. Valerie was enjoying the attention. The fact she was totally naked in front of 15 guys, the most up till then, on a public building site was a tremendous turn on. Twelve noon was finishing time and while Ray and the site manager checked the brick count my lovely wife calmly chatted with the 3 gangs. It turned out one of the guys in the youngest gang lived in the house behind us. He introduced himself to Val and I, his name was Tony, and I must admit I felt a bit awkward. Strangers fucking your wife is one thing but I was worried he would tell all our neighbors and we’d have to move. Valerie gave him a kiss and said she thought she knew his face when she first saw him. She quietly told him that she expected him to be discrete and not to be a stranger in our house. Tony was smart enough to know his silence would get him all of Val’s pussy he could handle.The gang we expected won easily and Valerie lay down on some flattened cardboard boxes. The black guy brought an old blanket from the site office and Valerie gladly repositioned herself on that. The bare cardboard would have been quite uncomfortable.

Nathan, the black guy, was first to fuck my wife. He wasn’t as big as Valerie expected and she was a little disappointed, I think. He was larger than my six inches and probably around eight inches. While he was fucking Val, Robert and Ron, the white guys, sucked her tits.  Carlos, the Hispanic, shoved his long cock into Val’s mouth and she still managed to deep throat him. All the other guys were cheering the lucky gang on and suggesting ways to fuck Val. The winning gang all took turns at Valerie’s cunt and after a short rest they all wanted her ass. Two bags of cement were stacked up and Val lay on her stomach across them. This completely exposed her pink asshole and Carlos was first in. Valerie’s asshole was well lubricated from her own pussy juices that had run down between her ass cheeks. Add the copious amounts of semen from her fucking and Carlos’s cock slid in easily, Valerie loves to be ass fucked and was in heaven as the four guys took turns ravishing her. The site manager, Bob, sat on the blanket in front of Val and offered his cock to her mouth. Valerie swallowed his cock and quickly brought him to orgasm while Robert or Ron, I’m not sure which, pounded her ass.

After Val was gang banged for over an hour, Ray called a halt. He loudly told everyone our address and told the winning gang to be there at 7 am on Monday. He told them Valerie would be available from 5 am if they wanted a fuck before starting. Ray said she would also be available during the lunch break as well as for two hours after the 5 pm knock off time. Valerie would be naked at all times during the two weeks work but would remain inside the house because of the neighbors. Valerie would also be available to the gang on Saturday mornings from 7 am till 12 noon. I was far from happy with these arrangements because I left for work at 6am and didn’t return till 6pm. I would only get to see Valerie fucked for two hours a day and five hours on Saturday. It was too late to arrange time off so I had no choice in the matter. Ray said he would stay at our place for the two weeks and make sure Valerie was safe. Valerie had a quiet word with Ray and suggested that the other two gangs should fuck her to ensure their silence. We didn’t need eight unhappy guys badmouthing us around our area. They all knew our names and address, thanks to Ray, and another hour or so of fucking for Val would hopefully keep them quiet. Ray said he could sack anyone that caused a problem but we felt that would be too late. Once something is said it can’t be taken back and we weren’t ready to move house. Ray said it was OK with him. Valerie got back down on the cum soaked blanket and spread her lovely legs for the other nine guys.

Even though Bob had received a blow job he was entitled to fuck her, after all he would be managing the apartment site while Ray was fucking Val. Over the next ninety minutes Val let the nine guys use her in any way they wanted. She happily let them triple penetrate her and even let them try to get two cocks in her mouth, ass or cunt. Valerie could just manage two cocks in her cunt but there was no way, yet, that two cocks could get in her ass. Of course the first four guys, the winners, were thinking of things they would do to Val when she was their exclusive slut for five hours a day for twelve days.

Ray again called a halt to proceedings just as Tony was finishing his second ass fuck of Valerie. This was only the second of the hundreds of times Tony fucked Val over the next eleven years. He only stopped fucking her after his own marriage. Valerie was s sight!  She was covered in cum and light hickeys. Ray had warned against leaving marks that didn’t fade quickly.

Cum was matted in her hair and dripped from her ass and cunt. Valerie’s lovely flat tummy was slightly chaffed from rubbing on the cement bags while being ass fucked. Ray had one last humiliation for Valerie before he let everyone leave. He had Nathan and Tony get a saw horse and cover it with the cum stained blanket. He had Valerie lie along its length and used some rough rope to tie her wrists and ankles to the four legs.  Valerie seemed to know what was coming but I had no idea. The agreement was that Ray had complete control of Valerie for eighteen months and I could not interfere. Val’s cunt and ass were oozing semen as the 3 gangs and Bob gathered around her prone body. Ray grabbed a small flat piece of timber shaped like a paddle and asked Valerie if she was a low cock sucking slut. Valerie said she was and deserved to be punished. Ray asked her if ten smacks with the paddle would be enough. Val said she thought one smack for every man that fucked her today would be better. I was shocked beyond belief. I had never struck my wife and had no idea she was into B&D. Ray and Val had obviously discussed this during their quiet chat after the first gang bang.

Ray stepped up behind my wife and gave her an almighty whack across the ass cheeks. Cum shot out of her pussy and landed on Ray’s work boot.  Ray hit her four more times in quick succession and each time cum sprayed from her cunt. Valerie was screaming and sobbing but when Ray asked if she’s had enough she quickly shook her head. Ray rained five heavier blows on her ass and the shooting cum was finally exhausted. Val’s ass glowed like it was on fire and her sobbing was uncontrollable. Ray waited till she finally managed to stop and asked if ten was enough. Again Valerie shook her head and asked for the last three to be harder. Valerie had her head down and was quietly sobbing but under control. Ray passed the timber to Tony and he gave my wife a tremendous blow across the ass and I think may have caught her pussy lips as well. Valerie’s scream was blood curdling. After a couple of minutes Val was under control again and Nathan was passed the paddle. Nathan’s blow, while hard, was nowhere near as hard as any of Ray’s. Tony’s glancing blow to Val’s pussy lips gave Ray an idea.

He loosened the ropes on Valerie’s legs and placed a rolled up towel under her hips and again tied the ropes. This made Valerie’s pussy more exposed and presented an easy target for the paddle. Val’s sobbing had almost stopped and Ray passed me the paddle. Under normal circumstances, there was no way that I would strike my wife but these were hardly normal circumstances. My wife had been effectively gang banged by thirteen strangers and had her ass paddled twelve times. I looked at her exposed ass and pussy and realized how much I loved her. Her ass was glowing red as I stepped up and whacked her with all my strength across both cheeks. Her scream was almost deafening and it took a good five minutes before she was under control and started to relax again. Ray told her she’d received her thirteen whacks to punish her for letting thirteen strangers gang bang her. Ray told her to thank everyone for fucking her and to thank him for paddling her. This she did and as she allowed herself to totally relax Ray smacked her hard directly on her exposed pussy. I have never heard a scream before or since as the scream that came from my wife’s lips. It was absolutely horrendous. In the twenty years since that day on the building site, I don’t think anything has caused Valerie so much pain. I think all the guys watching her beating, with the obvious exception of Ray, felt sorry for her. Ray asked if anyone wanted to fuck Val before he untied her and everyone said no. The guys all slowly left leaving just Ray, Val and I.

Ray untied Val and she slumped onto the cardboard covered floor. It took quite sometime before Valerie was able to stand. Her ass and pussy were too sore for her to sit and her legs were still a bit unsteady. Ray asked Valerie if she had any problem with what had just happened to her and she said she did not. He asked me and I said what was OK with Val was OK with me. Ray asked Valerie if her cunt would be OK to start paying the guys on Monday and she assured him it would be. Ray had Valerie lean against the wall and spread her legs. I thought he was going to paddle her again and thought of protesting but kept my mouth shut. Ray checked out Valerie’s ass and pussy and said there were only two small welts on her pussy lips. Ray suggested some salve for the welts and said while they hurt now within two hours the pain would be gone. Ray explained that his wife Sue was heavily into B&D and knew all the tricks to quickly ease pain and erase marks. Valerie was instructed to travel home nude and not try to prevent anyone apart from friends and neighbors seeing her. Our car was on the building site but it meant Val would have to walk about two hundred yards across the parking lot. The area was relatively secluded but anyone passing would have a clear view of my wife’s bright red ass and pussy. Ray said he would call later that afternoon and make arrangements for that night. I was stunned to think that after Valerie had been gang banged by 13 guys and had her ass paddled that she was expected to do more that night.

Valerie made no objection and said she would look forward to his call. She was simply amazing.

We managed to make the car without being seen and as instructed Valerie made no attempt to cover her self for the short trip home. A couple of truckers managed to get a good look at Valerie’s charms and I have no idea what the bus load of teenagers thought of my wife. Luckily we’d left the garage door open and we were able to drive straight in without any curious neighbors seeing Val. Tony was already waiting for us when we arrived home and was hoping to get an early payment for his silence. Tony came into the garage and waited with Val while I retrieved a dress to cover her nudity. Tony came in the house with us thanked Valerie for being so nice to him at the building site. Val explained the deal she had with Ray and that Ray virtually owned her for eighteen months.  She told Tony if Ray had thirty or forty guys waiting to gang bang her, she would have had to go along with it. Tony was dumbstruck that I would let another man totally possess my wife for so long.  I told Tony that it was Val’s idea and that it was her decision who or what used her body not mine. Valerie told Tony he could fuck her as often as he liked as long as I was home or if I gave him permission to fuck her while I was absent. Tony was told his time for fucking Valerie was totally dependant on the winning gang’s use of her and when Ray didn’t require her. Neither Val nor I were naive enough to believe the gang’s use of Valerie would end after two weeks. Nor did we believe the other two gangs wouldn’t want some pussy for themselves. Valerie had no doubt she could sexually satisfy all 12 brickies plus Bob and Ray. Fourteen man gang bangs could be a problem but five or six guys a day would be easy.

Ray’s wife Sue rang and spoke to Valerie. She suggested a couple of different creams and lotions to relieve the stinging and help the welts to disappear. Tony volunteered to go to the pharmacy and pick up the creams. Valerie was a little tired and was worried about what people would think of the rope marks on her wrists and ankles. It was obvious that she had been tied up and most people would guess for what reason. While Tony was gone, Val and I talked about her beating. I told her I had no idea she was into that sort of thing and she replied that I’d never asked. Val told me that Ray had phoned early that morning and told her he was going to have her gang banged and paddled. Valerie said she knew there was going to be at least 12 guys there and that Ray said everyone was going to fuck her. Ray also insisted that Valerie allow herself to be paddled across the ass. The signal was when Ray asked for the saw horse Valerie was to present her ass to be whacked as often as Ray wanted. Ray only asked for her to accept ten hard whacks but it was Valerie’s decision to ask for thirteen. My wife told me she regretted not asking for more as she felt so helpless and humiliated as Ray smacked her ass with the paddle. She loved it. Valerie said the last one that caught her full on the pussy lips was the best feeling she’d ever had. Every nerve in her body was alive for that split second of wood hitting tender cunt flesh. She had whispered to Ray that she hoped there would be many more paddling in her future. Ray had assured her it was only the first of many.

Ray and his friends, clients and workers used my wife for nearly fifteen years after that first day. We lost count of the gang bangs and beatings that Ray arranged for her. In the fifteen years, hundreds of different men used my wife’s holes and took great delight in paddling her breasts, ass and pussy. But I digress.

Tony returned with the lotions and creams and after Val showered helped me apply it to her reddened ass and pussy. Miraculously within two hours or so all the redness was gone and only a very small mark on her left pussy lip was visible. Valerie went to bed and slept like a baby for four hours. Tony asked me again if I was alright with him fucking Valerie. I assured him that I was and that when Valerie woke he could fuck her. When Val did wake up I made her a nice cup of coffee and I told her that Tony wanted to fuck her. Val was happy to agree and while I watched, Tony fucked my wife to a noisy orgasm. Tony rolled off my wife and as she was cleaning his cock with her mouth the phone rang. It was Ray and he asked to speak to the low slut that lived there. I passed the phone to Val and she listened to Ray’s instructions. Valerie was to be ready in two hours, eight o’clock, and wear a dress that reached no lower than two inches below her crotch and no underwear. Ray said he would pick her up out front right on 8pm. Valerie was in a panic. She had short dresses but none that short. Tony, Val and I searched through her wardrobe and the nearest thing was a green shimmery dress that was at least four inches too long. It was the dress that Val had made herself for our first date three years ago. Valerie found her sewing box and sat crossed legged on our bed and started to shorten the dress. She was oblivious to the fact that her hairless pussy was dribbling Tony’s cum onto our bedspread. Valerie cut three inches off the hem and began to tack the edge up. While she was doing that I set up her sewing machine in the living room. Tony was busy staring at her cunt and hard nipples and was of no use whatsoever. In less then eight hours Tony had gone from only knowing Val by sight to being one of her regular lovers. Hard for a 22 year old to get his head around, I’m sure. Valerie jumped off the bed and headed for the sewing machine. She expertly hemmed the dress and slipped it over her head to check the length. It was exactly as Ray ordered. Just two inches below her pussy lips and at the back you could just see the rounds of her ass cheeks. She looked sensational but there was no way that she could sit down without exposing her cunt to everyone within fifteen feet. I’m pretty sure that was just the way Ray wanted it!

Valerie showered again to wash Tony’s cum from her pussy. Tony watched her in the shower and dried her back when she came out. I think he was already in love with her. Valerie had Tony check her pussy for any stray hairs and he removed two with Valerie’s Ladyshaver. Tony applied some more cream to the now almost invisible welt on her pussy lip. Valerie expertly applied her makeup and brushed her hair till it shone. She slipped the dress over her head and stepped into the matching green high heels. With her tan legs and beautiful face she looked like a movie star. Strangely within two years she WAS a movie star. Porn movies, but a star nevertheless. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and if she even took a breath it was more obvious she wasn’t wearing knickers. Eight o’clock was fast approaching and I was becoming more and more apprehensive. Valerie sat and talked to Tony like they’d been friends for years. Less then 10 hours earlier they’d not even met. Since then he’d fucked her three times including in the ass and watched her get ass whacked for the enjoyment of his boss. Strange times, indeed.

At exactly 2 minutes to eight Valerie made her way to the front gate. It was dark but you could see her green dress flashing in the street lights. If you knew where to look you could see the white globes of her ass below the dress’s hemline. Luckily none of our neighbors were out and Val waited patiently for Ray to turn up. He arrived just after 8.15 after making her wait in plain view of anyone walking by. More by good luck than anything else no one saw my wife dressed like a porn star outside our house. Tony and I watched Val slide into the front seat of Ray’s car. Even from thirty feet away we could see her dress ride up, fully exposing her shaved cunt. I had no way of knowing what time Valerie would be back but I’d decided I would wait up. Tony and I ordered pizza and we watched a movie. It was after 11 and we were running out of conversation. I decided to show Tony our ‘special’ photo albums. They were pretty tame considering what we had started that morning. Dozens of photos of Valerie flashing her tits and pussy in public. A few of her sucking cock when she was on college. Valerie was very ‘popular’ in college. In other words she was easy!  She dated lots of guys and every one of them fucked her. Tony wanted a nude photo of Val to keep and I let him pick one. He chose the one where she was totally nude in the back of our car. She was flashing truckers on the interstate.

Midnight came and went without any sign of Valerie. Tony excused himself and headed home. He was still young and just climbed the fence between our rear yards. Within three months we decided to put a gate between our houses. It was less obvious then Tony coming and going from our front door. Finally at 1.30 I heard Ray’s car coming up our cul de sac. He drove into our driveway and stopped near our garage. I watched Valerie open the car door and step out completely naked. Her dress was rolled up in her hand and she was carrying her shoes. As Ray backed out of the driveway his headlights lit Valerie up like she was on Broadway! As far as I could tell none of the neighbors’ curtains or blinds were open and hopefully no one saw my wife walking slowly to the door. I quickly turned off the porch light so as not to highlight her nakedness any further. Valerie came in and gave me a quick kiss and slumped down on the sofa. I could tell by her puffy red pussy lips that she’s been well and truly fucked. I helped her to her feet and suggested she take a shower. Valerie told me Ray had forbidden her to take a shower until noon on Sunday. She said he wanted me to see and smell proof of my wife’s obedience to him. I half carried her to our bedroom and lay her on the bed. I could see dried cum on most of the front of her body.  Cum was in her hair and even in her ears. I half rolled her over so that I could place a towel under her ass to catch some of the escaping fluids. Her ass was again covered in welts. Most were superficial but one had broken the skin. A trickle of dried blood mixed with cum on her ass cheeks. I wiped her ass cheeks with a cool wet towel and applied more of the creams and lotions to the welts. I rolled her onto her back and applied some of the same creams to her well used pussy lips. Valerie drifted off in my arms and I could smell the semen of unknown and uncounted men on my wife’s well used body.

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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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Religious fuckers may evacuate right fuckin’ now..

Although I’ve been married to Sue for only two years, I can honestly say I’d got the short end of the stick. Her mother, Nancy at forty eight is still young, blonde and vivacious possessing a much better body, natural 38 DD, and personality than my wife and I’ve always been sexually excited just being in her presence. However I’ve never able to act upon these feelings because after all I am married to her only daughter and they’re a very religious family.

Even though time has been very kind to my mother-in-law, the same cannot be said of her husband Dick. He’s the epitome of the old fart — approaching fifty, he looks and acts seventy. I’ve often wondered what she could have ever seen in him, but she’s very much in love with him and continues to dote over him as if she were a newly wedded wife.

About six months ago, an occasion arose which found me at my In-Law’s house alone while my wife and her were shopping. Having always been a bit of a voyeur shortly after their departure I was rummaging through her dresser drawers examining her panties and bras. I soon found myself sniffing the crotch of a pair of her used panties from the clothe’s hamper in her room. They were very sexy, with minor skid marks on them. You always think that your idols wouldn’t have skid marks but in truth they all do. As I drew the pungent smell into my nostrils I couldn’t help but wonder what her cunt must be like, picturing it hard up against the crotch of the panties only served to make me harder. I quickly freed my erect cock and wiped the pre-cum of it into the crotch of her panties imagining that my cum was going into her cunt, soothing the fire between her loins.

Carefully placing her panties back inside the hamper I continued looking through her dresser. Surprisingly, I found a box of condoms — I’d thought that she was beyond worrying about pregnancy, but obviously she was still very much capable of conception.

Hidden beneath her underwear I found her diary. Knowing full well this was something I shouldn’t read I was unable to resist. I laid upon her bed reading her dairy while stroking my cock.

Although it began innocently I soon found myself studying each word carefully as she began speaking of an on-going affair with her boss at work. I read the entire thing, my mother-in-law’s sexuality was enhanced to a totally forbidden level by the time I’d finished. It seemed my mother-in-law was getting relief from another. In fact she’d been having an affair with his boss for over a year. According to the dairy she had only yesterday allowed him to fuck her twice. I also learned the reason for the condoms, while her husband had a vasectomy, her lover had not. For this reason she always insisted her boss use a condom. I was lost for words as I finished reading while still masturbating shooting off which I quickly used some of her dirty underwear to wipe up before carefully replacing her diary and exiting the room. Armed with the new knowledge it was obvious her husband was unaware of her adulterous liaisons — I began formulating my plan.

Several days later I finally found myself alone with my mother-in-law. I just came right out and told her that I knew about her adultery with her boss. At first she didn’t believe me until I mentioned some dates and stuff and then she knew she’d been busted. She began to cry begging me not to tell her husband saying she was planning on stopping it anyway.

Rather than pitying her, I relished my new found power. “I won’t tell Dick if you’ll allow me to fuck you whenever I want and take some pictures of you,” I said. Unable to believe her own ears, “What?” she responded.  You’re my daughter’s husband. I can’t do that she sobbed. “Fine,” I answered, “then I guess poor old Dick — as well as Sue will have to be told.” I ready to leave and was surprised I made it as far the door before she stopped me. “Okay,” she whimpered, “but only if you use a condom.” Before following slowly leading the way upstairs to her bedroom I smiled replying, “not a problem.”

She reached into her dresser drawer to pass me a condom, after we both stripped. I rolled the condom over my cock as my mother-in-law with a look of hatred within her eyes laid before me with her legs splayed wide and snarling “get it over with!”

Smiling I moved to the foot of the bed stroking my cock as I moved over her body. Her eyes were closed in anticipation of this wicked event — for some reason I’d expected her to participate more sexually our coupling. Even though I moved the head of my cock up and down her slit trying to get her into the spirit of things, however with her eyes still closed she merely snarled again, “to hurry and get it over with already!”

I really starting to hate this bitch right so I quickly pulled the condom off my cock dropping it unseen on the bed beside her. Again, she yelled “for me to fuck her!” So I did, ramming my cock in her so hard and so deep that she gasped at ferocity of the assault. As she snarled again I began to humping her as though I were possessed. I’d been dreaming of this since I first laid eyes on her. In less than two minutes, I buried my meat inside her sending an enormous volley of sperm shooting deep into her womb. I continued humping her several more times to ensure it was in deep before pulling out.

She finally opened her eyes just as I was pretending pulling off the unused rubber as if I’d used it before quickly flushing it down the toilet. Still not move she continued looking at me with hatred in her eyes as I dressed. As I left I made a gesture to pat her pussy, (Actually I trying to wipe up some tell tale sperm which had begun leaking out) which prompted her to yell at me to “fuck off.”  I told her I would as so as she posed for some pictures, which she relunctly did. Damn she is a little nasty , sexy bitch !!!

My wife is now gonna’ have a sister or brother now within six months time. I had managed to knock the mother-in-law up good. Of course she finally had to tell her husband about the relationship with her boss. Everyone thinks he’s the father. Hey, she couldn’t tell her daughter she was pregnant with her husband’s child could she? Although I never again fucked her I can’t want to see how much the baby looks like me. Even though it had only been once, it had been an awesome fuck. She has a great cunt!

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OK, you have heard about “hot wives,” married white women who take black lovers, generally hunky young studs.  It sounds sexy but a little scary, too.  You have lots of questions and uncertainties and many of you have written to my brother, Homer Vargas for advice.  Well, he has asked me to respond because this is something better handled between us girls.  With two grown daughters who have given me six biracial grandchildren, three biracial children ages 3, 2, and 1, by as many black men, and another bun in the oven, I’ve “been there done that.”

Probably your first question is “Why should I become a “hotwife?” There are many reasons but the most important one is, love.  You have a husband whom you love.  He may be a little wimpy, but he’s been a good provider and you want to please him, to make him happy.  You think that he might like a “hotwife,” but maybe you are not sure that’s what he wants you to be.  What if he thinks you are a slut?  Put that out of your mind.   If your husband loves you, he wants a hotwife.  What he may not want is the consequences of getting what he wants.   But that’s a problem for another day.

Love for your husband is not enough, however, to become a hotwife.  Although you may want to please him, it’s also a matter of elementary justice.  You deserve to be a hot wife.  You have been at his side, encouraging him to make more money, telling him how to dress, pointing out his faults, doing more than your share of the housework, telling him stories in endless detail.   He should love you above all other women and want you to be happy.  Naturally, his pathetic attempts to “make love to you” (when you need to be FUCKED) with his teeny wienie cannot satisfy you when you could have a magnificent black cock and a real man that knows how to use it.

In addition, being a “hot wife” should be a mater of personal fulfillment.  You are a woman and you want to be the best, the sexiest, the most feminine woman possible.  Becoming a hotwife — an ever hotter hotwife – for your black lover will give meaning and purpose to your life, releasing you from self centeredness and ennui.

Then, too, being a hotwife is a very healthy lifestyle.  To become and remain a hotwife, you will have to exercise daily, watch what you eat, maintain your body in top form.  Dieting and physical fitness will not seem like a chore when you keep in mind you are honing your body for your black lover’s sexual gratification.  You are his “sex object” and proud of being a damn good one!

But the most important reason is you!  You need more sex than hubby can provide.  You need excitement, adventure.  You want to feel alive and desirable and desired by a macho bull that can give you orgasms that make your body tremble and your senses shiver.  And of course the only way to experience this thrill is by being “taken” by a black man.

Now that you understand the reasons to become a hotwife, the important question is “how.” How do you find and attract a young black lover?  First, and this is almost too elementary to mention but many women miss this point, you need to show that you want SEX — want to make love, have sex, fuck, screw, boff, shag, get it on, “do it” with him every chance he gives you.

Almost more important than the frequency and nastiness (we’ll get to that later) of sex is to make sure your black lover understands that you want sex it because HE is a macho sexy African god stud.  You are not doing him a favor.  These are not the little mercy fucks like you used to allow your husband.  You are fucking him because you can’t help yourself.  You are insane with lust.  He turns you on.  He makes you want sex.  He makes you NEED sex! You are a sex slave to his black cock!

Now let’s talk about what kind of sex to have with your lover starting with what kind not to have.  It will NOT be the kind you had with your husband: once a week (if he was lucky) in the bedroom, missionary position, lights out, “think of England” while he squirted his watery seed in you.  No!  Your black lover makes you so burn with lust that you will want him to take you in the back seats of taxis, in nightclub washrooms, in dark corners at parties, in parking garage stairwells.  At your husband’s home, you will want it on the living room rug, on the dining table, bending over in the kitchen, draped over the back of the sofa in the family room, in the shower and especially in the bed where your husband used to rest.

You enjoy having your lover eat your pussy if he so chooses, but you have an almost irresistible desire to suck and worship his cock.  (You swallow greedily, although some inevitably drools out of your mouth.)  I say “almost” because even for a bull, every load of cum in your mouth is one less in your needy pussy.  With your lover, you are multi-orgasmic, although you never came with your husband.  Your lover’s black cock in your pussy makes you a moaner and a groaner and a squealer and a screamer when you orgasm.  You claw his back in ecstasy.  You like it doggie style, riding his cock, legs bent behind your head or heels (6″ stilettos) in the air.  He can call you every filthy name in the book if it gets you a harder cock and a more cum pumped into your hungry pussy.  Your performance will put every porn movie ever made to shame.

Because you want your lover to fuck you so desperately all the time, you will do whatever it takes to excite him, to entice him, to make him want to fuck you.  This means taking the initiative, seducing him!  (But you must never be demanding; a black stud has other white wives to service and it is HIS prerogative whom he fucks and when!)  You will want to have a collection of sexy nightwear and scandalous casual wear that signal your constant horniness.  Seldom is total nudity best.  Always keep on a necklace, bracelets, and your heels during sex.  Cleanliness is good and perfume is great, but never wash off the womanly scent of an aroused pussy.  Be proud of how wet he makes you and put up with the mess.

Of course you do not stop being a hotwife when your lover is not around.  A true hotwife would not be able to go through long periods without her lover if she did not have toys to keep her sane.  Large back dildos and vibrators will keep you simmering and ready for his return.  Masturbation is also important to help you become or remain multi-orgasmic.  And of course he likes to know that while he is away, you are missing him so badly you need a large cylindrical black object up your twat.

Now the next point is not for everyone and not absolutely necessary to be a hotwife, but many hotwives are strongly bi.  Girl/girl sex, maybe with another of your lover’s girlfriends, is a great way to pass the long lonely days when your lover is off taking care of his other women, but it is also a great way to bring other white wives into your lover’s web.  I have found nothing pleases my lover more than seeing me with my tongue in the pussy of a little unblacked honey.  In a flash he is in bed with his cock rammed in her pussy and one more little white wife had been made a slave to black sex.

So far we have discussed what you need to do in private.  Being a hotwife, however, is as much or more about how you behave in public as it is about what you do when you are alone with your lover (or with him and one or two other women).  If there is one golden rule of hotwife public behavior it is: DRESS THE PART.  When you go out, remember you are NOT dressing for yourself.  You are no longer dressing for other women as most women are prone to do.  You are certainly not dressing for your husband.  You are dressing to attract and please a black lover.

Dressing to please and attract a lover takes more time and work but, take it from me, it will pay off tremendously in the amount of attention you receive and how it affects your own “hotwife attitude”.  You should always keep in mind what the men you are trying to attract will probably like, but in general follow this simple rule when choosing what to wear: “Think dress first, skirt second, and pants only as a last resort.” This will be a radical change for many women but it’s important to remember that black men prefer their women in dresses as opposed to pants.  Dresses and skirts are sexier to black men and they provide easier access in erotic situations.  You never know when you will have the opportunity to attract that certain man and you need to be dressed for the opportunity when it comes.  The good news is that the hotwife lifestyle will probably make you feel like dressing up more and the more you wear dresses and skirts, the more you will find yourself wanting to.

Now I can already hear the objections.  “Oh, Evangelina, I could never wear clothes like that.  I’m too [fill in the blank] short, tall, round, thin.  Nonsense! The point is not to have women (skinny supermodels) make clothes look sexy; rather it’s to have clothes to make women (of all sizes and shapes) look sexy.  Believe me, girlfriend, any woman in a short, tight dress and a top that shows some boobs looks good to a young black man.

What you wear under your dress or skirt is as important as the outfit itself.  All men love women in sexy lingerie, but black men more so.  The colors and styles you may want wear will vary but in general, here are some suggestions and rules to follow:

1.  Always wear matching or at least coordinated lingerie.

2.  Bras should maximize your bust size and display as much cleavage as possible

3.  Choose thongs or French cut panties; crotchless are best.  Avoid white cotton unless you are going for the “Catholic Schoolgirl” look.  If you are with men who know you, no panties is the best option.

4.  Always wear hosiery.  High tops and thigh highs are great for casual wear but stocking held up by corsets or garter belt are best for formal occasion.  No pantyhose.  If you are like me before I went black, you probably have worn pantyhose your whole life, but they are death to being a hotwife.  It is practically impossible get fucked on short notice if you are wearing pantyhose.  Black men understand this and detest them.  Pantyhose say “I’m off limits” — not the message you want to send.  Besides, it’s pretty difficult even to finger your self or let a black man finger you, in the damned things.  End of sermon.  Stockings, however, will make you feel far sexier and more feminine and they provide your lover an easier access as well as a sexier sight.  Once you get used to wearing them, you will probably have no trouble giving up pantyhose.  Seamed stockings are the ultimate for attracting black men.  You will always get a lot of attention in clubs if you wear them and if you dare to wear them in public in the daytime, men will drool.

The only shoes you should ever wear in public are high heels.  This will take some getting used to as well but black men love them.  Three-four inches are fine for casual entertaining, but try for four-five inches for nights out.  High heel spaghetti strap open toe sandals are the ultimate “fuck me” shoes.

Jewelry is a must! It should be flashy, designed to attract the attention you deserve.  Earrings should be large, loopy or dangling.  Necklaces should draw black eyes to your bust.  Always wear your wedding ring.  Black men love to know they are taking another (white) man’s wife! Bracelets and rings show you are can be a happy member of your lover’s harem.  Anklets and toe rings are clear signs that you are a willing hot wife looking for a black bull to fuck.  A pierced navel makes a sexy statement: “I’ll do anything for sex with a black lover.” Long highly polished nails in dark, daring colors help draw black men’s attention to you.  And this goes for your toes in those high-heel sandals.

Hair is also important.  You want a hairstyle that is attractive to black men, not something that is convenient or easy to manage.  Generally black men like longer, straight or wavy blond or red hair.  The contrast when he is in public with an adoring blonde hanging on his arm is all the more striking.  If you are not naturally blonde, don’t worry.  Bleaching your hair for your lover (don’t let it look “too” natural) is a wonderful way to show how much you lust for him.

Finally a word on body type.  Any “body” can be hot as long as you are neither anorexic nor seriously obese.  In general black men like rounder and fuller women that white guys, who in turn like rounder and fuller women than other women do.  Before you decided to become a hotwife, you were probably keeping your weight down because of the opinions of other women, so it’s likely you will need to put on a few pounds.  Don’t worry about it, even if you are a little too slim, your lover will probably take it as a challenge to get you into “shape.”

Being a hotwife is more than just looks, it’s also how you act.

1.  In a situation where you are trying to catch a black man’s eye; make sure to make plenty of eye contact with him and smile.

2.  Show lots of leg.  Cross and uncross your legs and bounce the top leg on the lower one, perhaps pointing the toe of your shoe.  If you find that you are very attracted to him, eventually let the skirt ride high enough so that he can see that you are wearing stockings and garters.  In clubs a woman wearing stockings and garters is taken as a sign that she is there to get fucked.

3.  Apply and reapply lipstick.  Black men want to see signs that you can’t wait to suck cock and lipstick is a great way to send that signal.

4.  Never miss the opportunity to drop something and bend over – from the waist, never bend your knees.  (That’s what those expensive sessions in the gym are for.)

5.  Touch and smile.

6.  When dancing (probably the closest you can get to having sex in public), move your lover’s hands to your ass and press close to him during slow dances.  If you can feel his cock, he can feel your tits.  Don’t be shy about letting everyone see you come on his thick, thrusting finger.  With white guys, let them handle the merchandise knowing they can’t have it.  Fast dances give you the opportunity to whirl and twirl and flash your pretty panties if you have any or your pettier pussy if you do not.

7.  If a black man puts his hand up your dress; whisper in his ear and ask if him if he would like you to remove your panties.

8.  If he compliments your dress; tell him you wore it hoping to meet a man like him.

9.  Never miss an opportunity to tell him how sexy he is and how sexy and feminine and wet he makes you feel.

10.  Hang on your lover.  Rub up against him.  Nibble his ear.  Gaze at him adoringly.  Demonstrate to onlookers how eager you are for him to fuck you.

11.  Do not hesitate to sneak off with your lover to do the dirty during a public event.  Sex in public (except in all black clubs) may not be a good idea, but it’s sexy to be seen scurrying off with your lover because you can’t endure another minute without his big black cock in you.

12.  When you leave a social event, make sure everyone knows it’s because you are horny and need your lover to take you out and fuck your little brains out before you attack someone.

I assume that for financial security, you intend to remain married to your white husband.  Few of the young black me you are likely to meet will have more than menial jobs.  He’ll expect you to contribute to his support, so he will not want you to leave your husband.  Once you have found a black lover, however, it is important to show hubby his place.  You will no longer enjoy fucking him, if you ever did.  Most hotwives, angry at years of sexual frustration, will cut him off completely.  Some kind-hearted wives will occasionally give him a mercy fuck if he does something especially deserving.  Of course you will NEVER give your husband a blowjob, nor will you give him a full tongue kiss.  You mouth, (and your ass), if not your pussy, is reserved exclusively for your lover’s black cock.  You should of course demand your husband’s enthusiastic lip service on your pussy after it’s been pounded by your black lover.  Most husbands come to love this chore and crave to eat the cum of their wife’s black lover from her gushing pussy.

Never dress for your husband the way you do for your lovers.  For him wear loose trousers, granny panties, and pantyhose with low heels.  He needs to know a woman dresses to please real men; not him.  Never miss an opportunity to have your husband help you get dressed for your lover.  Making him buy lingerie or dresses for you to wear for your lover — the kind he used to try to get you to wear for him — is also a good way to drive him wild.  A trip by the three of you to a specialty shop where you model sexy garments for your black lover while making your white hubby pay can be a lot of fun.

Make your husband keep your wardrobe in order and rinse out your lingerie.  (He’ll spend hours of lonely frustration sniffing the aroma of your pussy juices mixed with your lover’s cum on your panties.) Make him do housework when you are out with other men.  Always tell him how wonderful your lovers are in bed, how large their cocks are, and how much you enjoy pleasing them.

Call your husband while you are with another man.  Make him listen while you are getting fucked or have your lover tell him all the things your lover plans to do to you that your husband could not.

There are many other issues in how to treat your husband — should he be allowed to watch, should he be sissified, etc.  — but I cannot go into all of them here.

All of the above are fundamental to being a hotwife, but there is one thing that tops it all.  Pregnancy! All those sexy things you wear — skirts, heels, stocking — and the sexy things you do — dancing, teasing, flashing — are twice as exciting when done by a woman with a belly bulging with her black lover’s bastard child.  You should realize that having your lover’s baby, or babies, is not an optional part of being a hotwife.  You lover WILL want to bred you.  It may not be immediately, but the day will come when he will demand that your pills be flushed down the toilet, IUD removed, or diaphragm put back in its box (he will never have used a condom, anyway) so that he can fill your fertile unprotected pussy with his potent seed.  He wants to see you swollen with his child, your breast filling with milk for the baby he put in your tummy.  If he had not seen in you the potential to make babies for him, he would never have chosen you.

This is the peak experience for a hotwife, the night your lover makes you pregnant for the first time!  Even if your lover does not ordinarily like to have your husband around when he’s fucking you, ask him if he will let your husband watch you getting knocked up.  Hubby is going to be changing the diapers this baby, taking care if it when you are out with your lover; it’s only fair he should get to see you sobbing and begging your lover to put his black baby in you.

You will want to flaunt being made pregnant by your black lover.  Start wearing maternity clothes — outrageously sexy, revealing maternity clothes — as soon as the rabbit dies.  Some women wear garments saying “Black Baby Inside,” but I think that’s a little tacky; people will find out soon enough.  Hint to your friends that you never intended to let a black man get you pregnant, but once he decided, you could not refuse to have his baby.  End of discussion.  Now of course you are proud and excited to know you are going to have a black baby.  Always say “this black baby” or refer to it by number, implying that this is just the first or most recent offspring; your lover may be planning to keep you in maternity clothes until you are 60.  (Unlikely.  After three or four babies, he is likely to become tired of you and move on to breed other white wives.  You must accept this and try to find another lover.)  Hold, pat, and rub your belly at every opportunity.  Cultivate a dopey, fucked-out-of-it expression, especially when he takes you out in public, parading your bulging tummy for all to see and know that he is cuckolding your husband.  Tell the wives of your husband’s friends how knowing you are pregnant with your lover’s baby has sent your libido through the roof.  It will get back to their men who will want to shoot themselves in fear and frustration.  And you may be able to recruit some of them into becoming hotwives, too.

A final word on age.  You are never too old to become a hot wife.  It’s even more important, in fact, if you have taken a younger man as your lover.  Although your dresses may not be quite as short now as when you were in Jr. High fucking all the black boys on the football team, the fact that a woman of thirty five or forty or fifty is besotted with and getting fucked silly by a young well-hung black stud is hotter than any twenty year old in full slutwear.  And this goes in spades once he has you pregnant.  Imagine your gray-at-the-temples husband in the middle of a multimillion dollar negotiation when he pleads, “Can we roll this up pretty soon, TJ? My wife’s about to pop with her black lover’s third baby and I want go home to see him sent her off to the hospital with her pussy full of cum for luck!”

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My mother in law and myself had not gotten along from day one; at best we had an uneasy truce.  One day that all changed when as a favor to keep peace in the family I volunteered to covert a stack of her old video tapes onto disk.  That is if I did not bungle it too much; her words not mine.

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 drunk 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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