I stood there….staring at his huge cock ….while my wife introduced us !! Honey this is Albert. Abert…this my husband….Steve. As my wife introduced us….she reached over and grabbed Albert’s huge cock !! And this….giggled my wife….is Mr. Goober !!! As I watched …my wife leaned over and kissed and sucked on Albert’s huge nigger cock !! Albert just calmly sipped his drink and smiled at me !!! I just stood there….watching my wife suck off Albert. Finally my wife stopped sucking on her nigger’s big cock and looked up at me….and said.”I told you he was big”!! Wanna see his big cock in my pussy ?? I just stood there…..shocked. I had never heard my wife talk like that before !! She got up and grabbed my hand and told me to sit on the edge of the bed. I did. Then she climbed on the bed and straddled Albert’s big …hard cock and grabbed it….guiding it up to her pussy !!! She grabbed my hand and said…Feel my pussy…it’s soaking wet !!

I didn’t move …so she grabbed my hand and guided it to her pussy. I stuck my fingers up inside her and was amazed at how wet she was !!! I felt Albert’s big cock against my hand as my wife began to stuff the huge cock into her pussy !! Help me….begged my wife …as she tried to guide Albert’s big tool into her cunt. Hold him for me baby….hold his big fucking nigger cock so I can ride the shit out of him !!! I grabbed Albert’s huge cock and was stunned at how large it felt in my hand !!! Use both hands Baby…use both hands and hold him real tight …cos I’m gonna fuck the shit outta him !!! I reached my other hand over and grabbed onto the fat nigger cock and it felt like I had a hold of someone’s arm !!! Fuck him baby….fuck this nigger’s fat cock…I grunted ..as I watched Albert’s thick black cock disappear up my wife’s wide stretched pussy !!!

Down..down…down she slid onto that thick black nigger cock ..until her pussy lips were pressed hard agaist my hands !!! I had a hold of 8 inches of nigger cock and there had to be at least another 8 inches up my wife’s pussy !!! This nigger had to have 16 inches of cock !! My wife’s pussy was stretched so tight it looked like it was gonna rip !!! Move your hands baby..I want all of it !!! I moved my hands out of the way and watched my little 5 ft 4 inch wife take all 16 inches of her nigger boyfriends huge cock !!! She started fucking him like crazy !! Up and down .up and down !!! My cock was rock hard as I jacked off like a crazed pervert !!! Just as my wife began to scream that she was cumming..I shot my wadd all the way across the room !!! I shot off over a dozen spurts of cum and splashed a nasty trail of goo from the bed to the wall !! I was finished.my cock was done for the night. But Alberts cock was still rock hard and as big as ever !!! I watched him fuck my wife for over an hour !! Then my wife sucked him off until.finally..he came !!! He had gone for over 3 hours ..without cumming !!!

That night.after Albert left .I asked my wife where she had met Albert. “I thought you knew” .she said . He’s your mothers old boyfriend !!! What !!! My mothers old boyfriend !!??? My mother fucks niggers ???!!! Yeah..she’s crazy about big black cock.said my wife. I thought for a minute..Well..if she’s crazy about big black cock.then why did she let you have him ?? What.asked my wife?? You said he was her old boyfriend.right. Yeah. Well why did she introduce you to him..how come she let you have him?? Oh !! Cos she found herself an even bigger dicked nigger !!! Bigger !!! Oh fucking shit !!! Yeah.I’ve met him..he’s really hung !!! You mean you’ve already sucked him off too !! Well of course silly !!! Your moms getting a little on the older side..she needs my help in her old age !!! I kissed my wife and said ” No wonder Mom told me to marry you…good night…

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I was attending a sorority party hosted by a few of the cheerleaders  who were members of that sorority. They had invited many of the  football players and a few frat guys. It was one of the older  sororities on Campus and mainly upper middle class southern white  girls  “The Southern Belle Types”.

When I got there I did notice there  were not many other black players there. I guess I got invited because  I was friends with the team quarterback and he dated one of the  cheerleaders. I felt a little uncomfortable sort of like the token  black guy. The party was pretty tame compared to some of the frat  parties I had gone to but I stayed because I had been taken a business  class that stressed the importance of networking. I figured what  better  networking could you do then a bunch of rich white girls who’s  daddy’s probably owned companies.

I was off in corner drinking a beer for quite awhile by myself when  one  of the sorority sisters named Megan came up and introduced herself.  She  said she noticed I was off all alone and thought it would be rude of  the sorority not to be friendly to all the guests. She was a cute  little sexy brunette with that pleasant southern accent. We stayed in  the corner for quite a while talking only stopping to get refills for  our drinks. Megan was drinking some fruity drink with rum in it.

Well  I  learned more about Megan then I ever wanted to know. As the alcohol  flowed into her so did her lips flow outwardly. She was from Atlanta  and her family owned an old southern company that made paper products.  Her mother was a member of this sorority and it was important that she  became a member and do well. She wanted to uphold the family  reputation.

I finished my third beer and was getting bored with her as she was a  little tipsy. Though I must admit she did look good. She had on a  school girl outfit for the football party theme I was getting ready to  leave. I finally told her I had to go, she begged me to stay but I  told  her I had an early exam and left. I went out the door and was walking  down the sidewalk when I heard someone calling my name. I looked back  and it was Megan. She came running up to me and surprisingly took my  hand and said she thought she would get some fresh air and wanted to  walk with me. We walked over to a bench near one of the classroom  halls  and sat down under a tree. Megan apologized to me and said her  sorority  sisters were a bunch of snobs.

We talked for awhile and she was different outside the sorority, she  had let her sorority persona down. She told me she had something to  confess to me. I said “Sure go ahead”. She said she was attracted  to me but had to be careful around her sisters and she hoped I was  offended. Hell I was use to racism I grew up with it all my life. I  should have walked away but she was so fucking cute and a chance to  get  some of her pussy one day lingered in the back of my mind. As we  talked  she got friendlier. She said she had always wanted to kiss a black  boy.  I just looked at her and said, “go ahead”. She smiled and I pulled  her close to me and gave her a soul kiss so deep and long that I am  sure she remembers it to this day.

We made out on the bench kissing and necking and I slid my hand under  her school girl skirt and this slut was soaked. She started moaning as  I slid my fingers up and down her slit. She whispered in my ear, “Is  it true”. I stopped and looked at her kind of odd and said, “Is  what true”. In her best school girl voice she said, “You know, are  black guy’s bigger then white guys”. I grabbed her hand and placed  it on my hard cock in my pants and said “Have you had anything that  big”? She started rubbing it through my pants and I told her to take  it out and she said, “No, not here, someone might see us, come with  me”. She grabbed my hand and led me into the building and said,  “There won’t be many people around here at this time of night”.  We got inside and she went over near a women’s restroom door and  lifted her squirt us exposing her panties to me and said “Come on  in”. I followed her in and she locked the door.

As soon as we were inside she was all over me and dropped to her knees  and took out my cock and started stroking it and licking it. To tell  the truth her aggressiveness caught me by surprise. I grabbed her by  the hair and told her to suck it; she just obeyed like a hot little  slut and began sucking my black cock like she had never had cock in  her  life. She kept trying to take it all in her mouth and even gagged  herself a few times and looked up at me and said “it’s so big Derrick,  I want it”!

At that moment I discovered the taboo of “Black Men and White Women”  and it’s never failed since. Once you get a white woman alone no  matter how upidity she seems, pay her a little attention and she taps  into the taboo and her curiosity gets the best of her. Megan got up on  the toilet and slid her panties down and spread her legs wide open for  me. She didn’t even ask for a condom. I slid my big black cock inside  her eager little pussy and she let out a loud moan, what a little slut  she had become.

I started slamming her hard and this hot bitch just kept spreading her  legs and taking it while screaming, “Yes, Yes, Derrick, Fuck Me”! Man  was her pussy hot and tight. All I knew was that I stretching this  bitch out and the next guy would never feel her tight pussy again. It  felt so good and she came several times cock. Suddenly felt my balls  tightening up and I pulled out shooting my hot cum all over her pussy  and ass and she kept wanting it.

I rubbed it all over her hot little cunt and she kept pushing her hips  into it. What a transformation I thought to myself.

God she was nasty little whore as most white women are once you get  them alone. I don’t know but for whatever reason they just feel freer  with a black man. She got up and cleaned off a little and kissed me  and  said, “Thanks” and started for the door. I picked up her panties and  started to hand them to her and she said”, Keep them, I will be back  for more”. Not only did I fuck her several times over the next few  years but I also got 2 of her other sorority sisters but Megan was the  best.

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My wife and I have always been fairly open-minded when it comes to sex. We like to  party at dance clubs. We often go our separate ways once we get to the club.  This  affords both of us the opportunity to meet new people.  One of my favorite things to do  when we go dancing is to watch Pam dance and flirt with other men.  Occasionally  things go a bit further than just flirting, (especially for Pam, who seems to get plenty of  attention from other men).  She has done some wild things over the years, but nothing  like what happened to us one Friday night a couple of months ago!

We were at a club that had a dance floor upstairs and a game room in the basement.   Pam looked great, as always.  She’s 5′ 10″ tall and measures 38-27-38.  Few people  believe that she’s 40 years old.  She especially seems to attract a lot of younger men.   On this particular night she was wearing a low-cut black top that showed ample  cleavage  (and she has ample cleavage to show), and a pair of tight fitting jeans.

When we arrived I went strait to the bar and got us both a drink.  I handed Pam her  drink and headed downstairs to the pool tables.  Pam was already engaged in a lively  conversation with a couple of tall black men.  I couldn’t help but notice both men staring  at Pam’s tits as they talked.  I’m sure Pam noticed as well.

I played pool and did Tequila shooters for about two hours.  I was feeling pretty good  when I headed upstairs for the dance floor to find my wife.  Anticipating what she might  be up to, I entered the room as inconspicuously as possible.  Sure enough, she was on  the dance floor with one of the men I had seen her with earlier.  They were booth really  moving with the beat of the music.  I could see Pam’s long, blonde hair sticking to the  back of her sweaty neck as she danced.  When the music stopped Pam threw her arms  around the guy and planted a big, deep kiss on him.  They headed back to a table  where the other man was sitting and sat down.  I walked over to the table and sat down.   Pam introduced me to Pat, (her dance partner) and Jason.  It turns out they were in  town on a ski trip.  We chatted for a while, had another drink and then Pam told Pat that  she wanted to go downstairs and play air hockey.  I excused myself to go to the  restroom, giving Pam some space and to see what would happen.

When I went down to the game room, I used the back stairs.  What I found in the  staircase surprised me.  Pam, making out with Jason.  Jason, not Pat.  She was  obviously having a good time tonight.  I stood quietly at the top of the stairs looking  down at the two of them.  Jason had Pam backed up against the wall and was kissing  her.  Pam was holding the back of his head with her left hand, pulling his mouth to hers.   I could see her right hand massaging his dick through his pants.

They eventually broke their embrace and headed into the game room.  I followed them  down and brought another round of drinks over to the air hockey table.  Pam always  wins at air hockey, perhaps because the men she plays against can’t keep their eyes off  her big tits which are easy to see in her low-cut top as she leans over the table.  Each  time she would win a game, she would treat the lucky “looser” to a big, wet kiss while  the other men around the table cheer her on.  I just sort of blended in with the crowd.

When it was time for the bar to close we realized we had missed the last train out of  town.  I was about to ask the bartender to call a cab when Jason invited us to spend the  night at their hotel.  My mind began to race at the possibilities.  Pam was reluctant at  first but was not looking forward to dealing with the trip home so she agreed.

When we got to the hotel room, we all felt somewhat awkward.  Pat said “you take my  bed, I’ll sleeep on the couch”.  I decided it was time to take a bold step.  As Pam walked  towards the bed I jumped in front of her and planted a  long, deep kiss on her.  Between  the booze and all the “playing” she had been doing she seemed pretty aroused and  responded to me passionately.  After we kissed I wispered “I’ll be right back” and  headed into the bathroom.  Jason, who had walked up behind us while we were kissing  grabbed Pam by the waist and turned her around as I walked by him.

When I came out of the bathroom, Pam was lying on her back on the bed.  Jason was  laying beside her.  They were still kissing.  I lay down on the other bed to see what was  going to happen.  As soon as Pat saw I was not going to protest, he joined the others on  the bed.  Pam flinched when Pat started massaging her tits.  I could see and hear her  giggle as the two men worked her over.  Pat worked his way down her body and  unzipped her jeans.  Pam arched her hips and helped him remove her pants.  As soon  as he had her pants off, Pat dove right in and began eating her pussy.  Jason stood up  allowing Pam to pay more attention to Pat working her pussy.  She guided his head with  her hands, arching her back and pushing her pelvis against his face.  Jason watched  the two of them while he undressed.  When he was naked, he dangled his big, black  cock in front of Pam’s face.  Pam turned her head towards him, grabbed his cock and  started sucking.  Jason supported the weight of her head in his hands while she blew  him.

After observing the excellent blow job Jason was receiving, I turned my attention back  to Pat.  He had taken off his clothes and was standing at the foot of the bed watching  and stroking his cock.  He walked around the opposite side of the bed from Jason and  kneeled along side of Pam’s head, blocking my view.  I saw Pam’s hands grabbing  Pat’s ass checks and could see her head bobbing up and down his shaft.  I could hear  her struggling to get as much of it into her mouth as possible.  I say Jason opening a  package of condoms and rolling one over his rock-hard shaft will he watched.  Pam sat  up on the bed and removed her shirt.  She was now naked except for her black bra.  Pat  sat at the head of the bed and guided Pam’s face back into his lap.  She was now on all  fours and began deep-throating Pat again, her big white ass pointing up at Jason.   Jason moved in behind her and pressed the head of his dick against her cunt-lips.  She  threw her head back in ecstasy and let out a gasp as he pushed forward and entered  her.  It took Jason only a few strokes to completely impale her on his big, black dick.  He  started fucking her at a slow and steady pace.

As Pam got used to his rhythm she was able to return to sucking on Pat’s cock.   As  Jason slammed into her I could see her white ass-flesh jiggling.  Pat reached behind her  and unfastened her black bra, allowing her big jugs to bounce free.  He grabbed two  handfuls and started to kneed them while she sucked his cock.  As he pinched and  twisted her nipples she spit out his cock gasped, “Oh Fuck” and had her first orgasm.

As her climax subsided, she lay her head on the mattress along side of Pat facing me.   Her eyes were closed and Jason kept pounding her pussy, driving her shoulders into  the matress.  Pat sat beside her and rolled a rubber over the length of his well-sucked  cock.  Jason was holding her hips and pulling her up and down the lenth of his cock.   His hips were slapping hard against her ass with every stroke.  She began to moan and  Jason’s relentless pounding made her voice bouncy.  I couldn’t belive how hard he was  fucking into her when he let out a growl, slammed into her hard and started coming.  He  collapsed on top of her breathing heavily, his body covered with sweat.

Pat then motioned for Jason to move away.  Jason climbed off the bed, went to the mini  bar grabbed two beers, opened them and brought one to me.  I could se his semi-hard  cock, still encased in a condom dangling in front of me.  The condom was glistening,  covered with my wife’s pussy juice.  He took the used rubber off tossed it into the trash  and sat in the chair at the foot of the bed to drink his beer and watch.  Pat lay down  along side of Pam and whispered something in her ear.  She crawled on top of him and  kissed him again passionately.  She then straddled his big, black cock and guided it into  her just-fucked pussy.  As she eased herself down onto his swollen manhood, I saw my  beautiful wife’s face grimace.  Pat was somewhat bigger than Jason and she had a bit  of trouble taking him at first.  Finally he was completely inside of her.  She had her  hands wrapped around his neck and they continued to kiss passionately.  Pam began to  rock on his cock while they kissed.  She then raised up on her hands and knees and  started bouncing up and down on his cock, her big white tits flopping around like crazy.   She raised herself a little higher and let her boobs dangle in Pats face.  He grabbed her  tits and started pinching and sucking on her nipples.  I know from experience that this  drives her crazy.  She started bouncing harder and moaning as Pat continued to suck  and maul her tits.  He started thrusting his hips upward meeting her down strokes.  Pam  went nuts.  “Oh God. Your sooo deep.  Come on, Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yea,  that’s it, don’t ever stop fucking me.  Come on give it to me baby.  The headboard of the  bed was pounding against the wall.  The picture above the nightstand fell to the floor  with a crash, but the two of them didn’t even notice.  Pam was coming now.  I don’t ever  remember her coming so hard or long.  As her orgasm subsided and she started to  relax on top of him, Pat wrapped his arms around her waist and stated pounding up into  her.  He let out a groan as he came.

It was my turn now.  I was so turned on I was ready to burst.  I had removed my clothes  so I walked over to the bed where Pam was lying on her back.  I poked my cock at her  mouth.  Her lips opened and she took me in.  She sucked on my cock but she was  completely spent.  It was more a matter of me fucking her mouth, which was great by  me.  However, after a couple of minutes, she turned her head away, allowing my cock  to pop out of her mouth.  I immediately got between her legs and stuck my cock into her  pussy.  The feeling was incredible.  Her pussy had just been fucked by two studs, both  who were bigger than me.  I could feel the walls of her pussy against my cock but there  was almost no friction.

After enjoying her well-fucked cunt for a few minutes, I straddled her chest and slid my  dick in between her big tits.  Her nipples were bright red and swollen.  I could see Pat’s  handprints on them.  There was even a bright purple love bite just below one of her  nipples.  Without saying a word, Pam squoze her tits together around my cock while I  tit-fucked her.  I love to fuck her big 36C’s.  It only took a minute and I was coming.  I  squirted come on her neck and chin.  I wanted to hose her tits but having my dick  sandwiched between her boobs just felt too good.  My load ended up all over her neck  and in her hair.

I lay on the bed beside her but there really wasn’t room.  I got up only to find Jason  passed out on the other bed.  I grabbed a blanket out of the closet, wrapped up and fell  asleep in the chair.

It was still dark outside when I was awakened.  The noise that woke me was coming  from the bed my wife was in.  I looked over and say Pat and Jason were double- teaming her again.  Jason was lying on his back with Pam straddling him, ridding his  cock.  Pat was standing on the bed in front of her, holding two fistfuls of her long blonde  hair and fucking her mouth.  The bed was again banging against the wall and  squeaking.  Jason was sucking her big white tits while she fucked him.  Pat was  whispering “Yeah, suck that cock baby.  Oh god, that feels good.”  All of a sudden Pam  arched her back and moaned.  She was coming.  Pat held her hair tightly.  Jason had  let her tits go when she arched her back upwards.  He just lay there looking up at her  big melons.  Smack! He reached up and slapped one of her tits hard with his open  palm.  Pam jumped and mumbled something I couldn’t understand as her mouth was  stuffed with Pats cock.  Smack, he slapped her tit again.  It bounced from side to side.   Four times in all, he slapped her tit leaving a bright red handprint on it.  He then reached  around and grabbed two big handfuls of her big white ass and started rocking it back  and forth.  At the same time he was thrusting his hips upward, fucking in and out of her  pussy.  I could see her juices coating the condom that encased his big black rod.

Jason was ramming her so herd her head was hitting Pat in the stomach.  Pat let go of  her hair and withdrew his cock.  I could hear her gasping for air while Jason continued  to fuck her brains out.  She fell forward mashing her tits against his chest as he started  to come.  He held her ass tightly, poked his dick in and out of her pussy three or four  more times and let his arms fall to his sides.

Pat took Pam’s arm, holding her at the wrist and led her over to the other bed.  They lay  down together and began to kiss and make out.  Pat crawled in between her legs and  guided his cock into her pussy.  Once again there was significant resistance despite all  the fucking she had already taken.  He slowly pushed inch after inch of his big black  cock into her pussy right in front of my eyes.  Pretty soon his cock was completely  buried in my wife’s pussy.  They just lay there in the missionary position, motionless for  a couple of minutes.  Once Pam had adjusted to his size, Pat started sawing in and out  of her pussy.  Pam had her arms and legs wrapped around his body as they screwed.   Pat was pinching and teasing Pam’s nipples, sucking on her neck, kissing her all over,  generally making love to my wife.

I was feeling left out so I walked over to the side of the bed.  As I got closer, I could hear  Pam’s short heavy breathing.  I crawled on the bed and pointed my erect penis at her  face.  Out of breath, she looked at me and said “Get the fuck out of here” I jumped back  in shock, unable to believe what she had said.  I couldn’t help but feel jealous knowing  how my beautiful wife was putting out for this other man, knowing all to well what a  great lay she was.

Pat started to pick up his pace until he was again pounding her well-fucked pussy.  I  saw Pam’s legs tighten around his waist gripping him like a vise.  Another orgasm!  “Oh  god yes, yes.  Fuck me, fuck me, don’t ever stop fucking me” Pam cried as her body  convulsed below her lover.  Pat continued to pound away at her pussy as she came  down.  Her arms fell at her side and her legs slid if of his sweaty back.  She just kinda  flopped around beneath him as he fucked her ass into the mattress.  Pat Sat up a bit,  lifted her legs onto his shoulders enabling him to penetrate her more deeply and  resumed his assault on her cunt.  He leaned farther forward, pressing Pam’s knees into  her breasts, grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the mattress over her head.   The sound of his body slapping against hers was amazing.  He drove his cock into her  harder and harder.  I was sure the bed was going to break.

All of a sudden he released her arms, lunged forward burying his cock inside of her and  unloaded his seed in her unprotected pussy.  His ass quivered as blast after blast of his  come squirted into my wife.  I could hear Pam moaning as he came inside of her.  When  his orgasm subsided he allowed her legs to fall to the bed.  He just lay there on top of  my wife, his sperm leaking out of her cunt and onto the bed.  They again fell asleep in  each other’s arms.

I was the first one to wake up in the morning so I went into the bathroom to shower.   Pam was just sliding her jeans up over her ass when I came out of the bathroom.  She  put her finger so her lips to quiet me.  She wanted to leave before the two men woke.  I  had dressed in the bathroom so I grabbed my shoes and socks while Pam put on her  jacket, picked up her bra, shirt, shoes and socks. We put our shoes on in the lobby and  headed for home.  On the way home Pam asked “Are you mad at me?”  I was pissed off  because she had told me to get the fuck away when she was fucking Pat but, to tell you  the truth, It was a big turn on for me.

Pam has just told me today that she’s pregnant and I had a vasectomy 12 years ago.  I  watched Pat screw her without a condom and said nothing (not that it would have done  any good for me to say anything).

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When I got there I noticed right away how Sherri bossed Pat around and made him do everything for her. She even questioned him about a long list of housework jobs he had been given to do and he assured her, sounding a bit frightened, that they had all been completed. Before I got over that shock the other guest arrived. Her name was Tandy and she shared Sherri’s full-bottomed figure, along with an impressive bust. I was attracted to her right away even though she acted as pushy as Sherri did. I started dating her and it got serious right away. We had a lot of foreplay on our dates and Tandy always insisted I eat her pussy. She wasn’t clean down there and I didn’t enjoy it but it meant that I got to fondle those boobs and stroke her big ass and thighs.

I should have taken more time, seen the warning signs, and gotten out of the relationship. Instead, I let Tandy rush me into a marriage. What can I say? I was a horny guy, eager to go all the way with this woman who made me give her orgasms but never returned the favor. She even got me to confess that I went home and masturbated, and then she teased me about it. But the wedding happened and I was stuck. On our wedding night I was unhappy to learn that she still wanted foreplay, expected me to go down on her unwashed pussy, and though we were man and wife, didn’t intend to have intercourse. Instead, she got me wildly excited and made me jerk off for her. I had to kneel in front of the toilet and shoot my load into the bowl. My bride laughed at the humiliating performance I gave and made me thank her for being allowed to play with myself. I tried to say something but she grabbed my ear, twisted it hard, and marched me into the bedroom. I had to go to bed wearing only pink, girl’s running shorts. My wife stretched out on her belly, her phat bottom rising impressively high. Then she informed me that I was going to put my face between her ass cheeks, get my nose against her butthole, and keep it there until she drifted off  and for an hour after that.

Too stunned to object, I did as I was ordered. My features were compressed in the tight, humid valley of her sitter. She was even less clean there than in the front, and the smell sickened me. Still, I stayed where I had been sent, while she lay there and called Sherri on her cell phone. I had to listened to them gab about trivia for at least an hour. They made plans to get together the next night. Then it took her nearly an hour more to go rest. I’ll admit I was scared to pull my face out of her rump too soon and risk getting her angry at me, plus I had no way to check the time, so I had my face buried in that fleshy prison for probably two more hours. After a total of about four hours of that abuse I felt emotionally unbalanced, unsure of myself, and wondering if I would ever be able to stand up to me she-devil of a wife.

The next night, telling myself that at least while we were out she couldn’t do anything mean to me, I drove her to Pat’s home. He greeted us at the door, looking sheepish and wearing a yellow leotard and matching slippers that were obviously meant for a girl. I got a bad feeling about how the rest of the evening was going to proceed. We went in and the wives shared a warm hug. Sherri snapped at Pat to get them glasses of wine. Both the women had on low cut tops and short skirts, so I had trouble not staring at them, especially since I wasn’t getting any sex from Tandy. Pat returned with their drinks and then sat primly on a footstool in the corner, looking very unmasculine. Tandy was sitting on the sofa with Sherri and said to her, “So, how’s your love life?” Sherri laughed and told her, “Fantastic. I’m cheating on Patsy with a real bull of a lover. His name’s Rafe and he fucks like a stallion. I glanced at Pat, whose eyes were cast toward the floor. His cheeks were pink with shame. Tandy asked Sherri, “And how about your wimp of a husband?” “Him? Who cares? He knows he has to take it and like it. I make him kneel by the bed and watch us. Rafe thinks that’s funny. After I suck off my lover’s big cock I make Patsy open his lips so I can drop him a kiss. You know, let all that cum and my spit spill out of my mouth and into his.” It was Tandy’s turn to laugh. She said, “I’ll have to try that one on Mick after I get a lover.”

Sherri smiled wickedly. “That should be really soon, babe. I have somebody stopping by who I want you to meet. He’s a friend of Rafe’s.” I stood up shakily, with my mouth hanging open. In a small voice I said, “Tandy, darling, maybe we should go home.” My wife shot to her feet, was in front of me in three long steps, and slapped me hard across one cheek and then the other. When I started to put up my hands she batted them away. Then she grabbed my hair and punched me hard in the stomach. I folded up but she yanked me straight again and kneed me solidly in the balls. That put me on the floor, making retching sounds. She warned me, “If I get anymore backtalk from you — EVER — you’ll get a lot worse than that. When Rafe and his friend get here you’re going to treat them like what they are — your superiors. Patsy over there knows how to behave and you’ll learn too, and I mean fast. I risked a look at my old friend and he was still sitting there passively, hands folded on his lap, but there were tears glistening in his eyes. I croaked at him, “Pat, what have you gotten me into?” but that was all I said, as my wife put her foot and the stacked-heeled shoe she was wearing, on the side of my neck and applied pressure. I made a strangled sound and didn’t dare try to speak anymore.

By the time I had recovered enough to get to my feet, stagger to a wooden chair, and sit, the women were enjoying their conversation again, trading tips on how to dress sluttily for men. Then Sherri opened the drawer of an end table and pulled out a plastic bag, which she tossed at me. I caught it clumsily and my wife made a crack about how I couldn’t catch a ball, either. Then she told me to open it. I was horrified to find pink tights inside, along with a matching belly shirt. The women chortled at my discomfort and then Tandy told me to get changed into my new ‘working clothes’. I tried to leave the room but she said to do it in front of them. “Or would you rather wait until our dates get here, so they can watch too?” With that threat hanging over me I hurried to get out of my street clothes. It was embarrassing. I pulled the humiliating tights up my slender, almost hairless legs and tugged the top on, hating the way it left my midriff bare. Then Sherri made me check the bag once more and I discovered a pair of ballet slippers in the bottom. With those on I looked as unmanly as Pat. Before I could recover from that jolt the doorbell rang. Tandy barked at me to go and answer it. Feeling utterly demeaned, I did it anyway. The memory of that knee to the balls was still fresh.

When I opened the door I was confronted by two tall, broadshouldered men who glared at me menacingly. I backed away meekly and in a whisper invited them inside. They pushed past me. I had a quick impression of tattooed arms and unshaven faces. One of them went straight to Sherri and wrapped her in his powerful arms. They shared a deep kiss and Pat cringed at the sight. But my old buddy also stood up and, when the two finally separated, asked the man if he would like a drink. His wife said, “You know Rafe always wants a drink as soon as he gets here, you twerp.” “Yeah,” the bruiser growled at him. “Make me a seven and seven and, if you screw it up, I’ll shove a funnel in your sissy ass and make you drink it that way.” The four of them laughed as if he had said something clever. Sherri went over to the newcomer and said, “You must be Chunk.” He smiled lopsidedly and nodded. “That’s me. And that hot piece over there must be Tandy.” “Right,” Sherri assured him. “Why don’t you two sit down and get to know each other.” I felt like I had just swallowed my tongue. The brutal looking guy plopped himself down and my wife sat close to him, making sure her leg touched his.

Tandy said to Chunk, “You must be one hell of a man in bed.” “You got that right, lover. And I like a bitch who does everything and does it good.” Instead of being repulsed, my wife melted visibly and then leaned toward him for an open-mouthed kiss. Chunk was only too happy to oblige, pressing his stubbled face close and putting his calloused hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. They remained frozen, mouth-to-mouth, while I stood there on rubbery legs. When they seperated, at last, his hand was cupping her big breast. I choked on my emotions but didn’t do anything. There I was, dressed like a wuss, terrified that Chunk would get annoyed and smack me around. My cowardice was evident as he slid his thick fingers up under her skirt and made her squeal with pleasure. Pat had left the room and now he returned with two rocks glasses on a silver tray. He bent carefully at the waist to offer one to Rafe. Then he moved to where he could do the same for Chunk. My head was spinning from the pace at which this bizarre series of events was unfolding.

Pat sat down again and I noticed he was gesturing with his eyes toward a second footstool near his. I went to it and gratefully got off my feet, mimicking my friend’s knees-together, hands-folded-over-crotch posture. I felt foolish but at least behaving as was expected should save me from being assaulted. Both couples were very free with their hands. Sherri was squeezing the obvious bulge in Rafe’s crotch. Chunk had his blunt fingers under Tandy’s top and I knew she didn’t have on a bra. I always wanted to touch her round, desirable breasts and wasn’t allowed to, but now some dangerous type she had just met was enjoying them as much as he pleased. I watched helplessly as she unbuttoned her top to give him full access and he dipped his head to fasten his mouth on the nearest thick nipple. My stomach rolled over. Sherri called to my wife, “Hey, honey, isn’t about time we took these guys to bed?” Tandy smiled and nodded. “Oh yeah. You should feel this guy’s cock.”

The four of them got up and headed for the main bedroom and guest room. Pat got down on his knees and followed wordlessly. I was terrified that I would do something wrong, so I got into the same submissive posture and followed my wife and Chunk, unable to take my eyes off Tandy’s broad swaying ass. Despite everything I even felt a weird sort of horniness. Once they reached the bedroom they began undressing each other. As I feared he would, Chunk had an enormous cock that make mine look like a joke. My wife stroked it lovingly and then got down on her knees and fed inch after inch of it into her full-lipped mouth. She gave him a spirited blowjob but didn’t make him finish. Then she got onto the bed on her knees and dropped forward, rear end in the air. Chunk was quick to take up a position kneeling behind her, his rampant tool aimed at her waiting slit. I wanted to look away and not see the final ruination of our marriage but couldn’t avert my eyes. Instead I had to witness him inserting his entire length into my wife’s body and then begin pistoning it in and out. She purred appreciatively and pushed back into his every thrust. They worked together as one for a long time before she moaned loudly, on the verge or climax. Then it hit her and he let himself go at the same moment, pumping furiously to maximize the pleasure for both of them. Tandy threw back her head and let out a cry of ecstasy. Gradually he slowed his tempo and then stopped. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and they laid alongside each other.

“Get up here,” my wife directed me. “I want to see you do what Sherri makes Pat — I mean Patsy — do after she has sex. Get your nose into my cunt and rub it around until it’s coated with Chunk’s cum. Do it or you’ll get a knee in the balls again, and this time I won’t stop until they’re wrecked.” I shuddered but did as I was told. The strong salty stench of his sperm filled my nostrils. Then my bride made me shove my tongue inside her. I had to hold it there while she and the man she had cheated on me with kissed passionately. Finally I had to lap her pussy until every bit of Chunk’s creamy deposit was gathered up and swallowed. It made me queasy but the thought of having my testicles destroyed was powerful motivation. At last my odious task was done. Then I got an even worse command. My wife told me, “Now clean Chunk, too. Or lose your nuggets.” Nuggets? She meant balls. I gulped down the last of the cum already in my mouth as I moved to between his sturdy, hairy legs. Then I got my lips and tongue busy on his flaccid cock, not fully believing that I was doing that to another man. Could it get any worse? Yes. He began to grow hard.

Tandy propped herself up on one elbow and stared in fascination as he made me take in as much of his length as I could. “Jeez,” she exclaimed. “We’re turning my husband into a cocksucker.” Chunk snorted. “I don’t think the fairypants had far to go. Then my wife told me, “Back your head up until just the knob of his bone is in your mouth. That’s a good little gobbler. Now suck, and swirl with your tongue, and get ready to swallow. I’m going to stroke Chunk’s long, thick, gorgeous cock until he shoots his load. I’m going to jerk him off into your sissy mouth. And because he’s not halfway down your throat, you’ll get every drop of his goo all over your tongue. And once you’re an official suck boy, you’re never allowed any pussy again. So if you had even the slightest chance of ever getting in me, you’re going to lose it in about a minute.” “Let’s make that three minutes,” Chunk told her. “Slow down with that talented hand and let me enjoy it. And let your suck-off husband think about the end of his sex life.” He let out a deep chuckle. “And maybe next time YOU can suck my dong while HE eats my ass.” “Oh, baby, I’m getting hot just thinking about that. We’ll make him an ass muncher too.”

All too soon she brought Chunk to the edge and beyond. He emptied his heavy balls again, coating the inside of my mouth completely. My wife cheered him on and then instructed me not to rinse my mouth or drink anything. “I want you to taste my lover’s spunk all night long.” She milked a few more drops out of him and said, “Sherri and I are going to have so much fun thinking of more and more ways to mistreat you useless husbands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To screwing,” offered Tank.

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

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

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

“But I can’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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