I spent the entire Friday afternoon distracted from my work by mental images of my wife in one kinky scene after another. The persistent erection that throbbed inside my boxer shorts left my inner thigh wet and slimy, and only helped to conjure up more images in my mind. I found myself re-reading the note ten or fifteen times: “Beginning upon your arrival home this evening, you will do only as I instruct you. You will shower, being sure to clean yourself thoroughly all over, and then you will come to me. As long as you do as I demand, you will find that this will be a weekend unlike any before. You will enjoy pleasures that I alone cannot give you, and I will experience things that you cannot give me.” The note, in my wife’s unmistakable handwriting, had been placed inside my day planner for me to find when I turned to today’s page. Each time I read it, my cock surged anew, seeming to grow ever larger, and producing more of the viscous fluid that now coated my thigh.

When I arrived home, I went straight to the shower, washing myself thoroughly, inside and out, as I knew she wanted. I toweled myself dry, then went, naked, to our “playroom.” Kim, my wife, was reclining naked on the bed, slowly stroking her freshly shaven, and already wet pussy. I walked silently to the side of the bed, and began to run my hand softly over her breast. Kim moaned quietly, and arched her back, then removed my hand from her breast, and looked at me. “Are you prepared to do exactly as I instruct you?” she asked. I nodded, and responded, “Yes.”

“Turn around,” she ordered. When I had my back to her, she took my other hand, crossing both wrists behind me. I then felt a set of leather cuffs being fastened around my wrists, binding them securely together. “Now face me, and get on your knees,” Kim directed me. I dropped to the position she wanted. “I have been getting hotter all day, just thinking about what we are going to do this weekend,” she said. “See how wet I am?” She lifted the hand that had been stroking her slit, and raised it to my nose. I could smell her musk, and I leaned forward to lick her fingers. She pulled them away from me, inserting them, instead, into her own mouth, where she licked all the juices from them. She moaned with the excitement of tasting the flavor of her own cunt. “Don’t be so eager,” she told me. “I have lots of other plans for you. For now, you can enjoy smelling me and watching me, but licking and touching are off-limits for you until I am ready to say differently.”

From where I knelt, I could already detect the odor of feminine excitement emanating from her dripping pussy. That odor was also blended with the faint smell of the clean, fresh perspiration that had begun to trickle from her armpits and bead up slightly between her breasts. Whether it was from the summer heat and humidity or the sexual tension, I did not know, but I could feel moisture dripping slowly down my sides as I began to sweat as well. Kim resumed caressing her pussy with her left hand, while she reached for my hard cock with her right. Her forefinger softly touched the bead of clear fluid hanging precariously on the tip, and smeared it over the head until my entire glans was glistening with precum. “I think tonight we’ll set a new record for keeping you hard and on the edge before I allow you to cum,” she said. Kim knows how it drives me crazy with pleasure to be teased for hours without release. She then fastened a cockring snugly around the base of my erection. “There, now,” she observed, “that will ensure that you keep this thing hard all night.”

I watched as my already hard penis began to swell, raising the large surface veins even more prominently, and making the head glossy and smooth. Meanwhile, Kim was reaching into the drawer beside the bed, and retrieving a length of cord. She wound the cord several times, tightly, around the upper portion of my slackened scrotum, forcing my balls to press visibly against the bottom of the sac. She tied off the cord, leaving a long section dangling between my legs below the knot. Then she arose from the bed, and moved behind me, taking the loose cord in her hand as she did so. She pushed my shoulders forward, bending me at the waist, until my face was resting sideways on the floor, and my ass was fully exposed to her. A second cord was wrapped around both ankles, binding them together, and leaving a short length of cord between them. The cord dangling from my balls was then passed around the section between my ankles, and pulled taut. She tightened the bindings until my scrotum was stretched painfully toward my feet, and she tied the cords off securely in that position.

I felt her finger glide over the head of my swollen cock, which was now pointing toward the floor, pulled by the tension of the cord around my scrotum. She wet her fingertip thoroughly with the steady flow from my penis, then used the juice to lubricate my exposed asshole. Her finger slowly entered my ass, pushing in to the knuckle. When it was fully inserted, Kim began twisting and stroking her finger around in my asshole. The action against my prostate caused an even greater amount of precum to pulse down the inside of my shaft, emerging in a sticky stream from my pisshole. After a few minutes of this stimulation, Kim pulled her finger slowly out of my ass. “Well, it looks like you did a decent job of cleaning yourself,” she observed. “Now, why don’t you have a taste of your own ass.” She rubbed her finger softly over my lips so that I could smell the musky aroma of my most private orifice before she slipped it into my mouth. I licked her finger clean, tasting both my asshole and my cock’s own lubrication.

Removing her finger, Kim then reached into the drawer again, this time retrieving a medium-sized, vibrating butt-plug. Like she had done with her finger, she lubricated the plug with my precum, using my glistening cockhead to smear it all over the upper portion of the device. I felt the blunt end of the plug push against the opening of my ass, larger and more intimidating than her finger had been. With a steady pressure, aided by the lubrication I had provided, she violated me with the anal plug, thrusting it deeper as I felt my hole stretch wider. Then, as the widest part cleared my sphincter, my ass literally sucked the plug in, the hole contracting again to hold it inside my body. I groaned slightly when Kim turned on the vibrator. She was amused by my reaction, watching my shaft jerk involuntarily when the buzzing stimulated my prostate. “So you like this big thing up your ass, do you?” she asked. I could only nod my head. Grabbing my shoulders, Kim then pulled me back up to an upright, kneeling position beside the bed. “While you’re enjoying yourself,” she said, “I think it’s about time we moved on to the next step.”

Chapter 2

Sensing a bit of motion in the doorway of the room, I turned my head in that direction. My face went pale when I recognized the woman who was standing there. Monica, the wife of my best friend Grant, had her hand inside the slit of her skirt, and was slowly rubbing the mound of her pussy through her panties while she stared at my bound, naked body. Monica stepped into the room, and I felt my whole body turn crimson with shame and humiliation when she was followed by her husband. Grant appeared a little stunned at finding his best friend involved in such a kinky scene, but it was also obvious that the sight of Kim’s naked body was stirring some excitement in his groin. I glanced at my wife helplessly, but she simply walked over to Monica, and gave her a welcoming embrace. “We’ve been enjoying the show,” Monica told Kim. “So I see,” replied Kim, staring at the thickening bulge that was snaking down the leg of Grant’s jeans. “Why don’t you get comfortable while I see what I can do for your husband.”

While Kim began to remove Grant’s shirt, Monica stepped over to my side, slipping out of her thin top as she did so. She smiled down at me, her eyes taking in the erect cock straining upward from my crotch. She dropped her short skirt to the floor, leaving only a very wet thong covering her gorgeous body. I stared at her breasts as she leaned over to reach behind me. Her erect nipples brushed across my shoulder, making my cock throb again. I felt Monica’s finger trace lightly down the crack of my ass, then press the butt-plug deeper into my ass. The action of the vibrating tip against my prostate drew another moan from me.

Meanwhile, Kim had stripped Grant down to his boxers, which were straining with his excited penis. Although I had seen Grant naked many times on hunting trips and in the locker room, I had never seen him hard. I had never had reason to be ashamed of my own body, but I secretly envied him the large, thick cock that hung between his legs. I had often wondered how big his dick would get when aroused. As Kim slipped the shorts down Grant’s thighs, his proud erection finally revealed itself. I found that I was breathing hard myself as I saw how long and fat my friend’s meat really was. The size was made even more impressive by the thick fold of foreskin that enclosed the head. “Well, isn’t this a surprise,” my wife exclaimed, running her finger down the underside of Grant’s cock. “Let’s move over to the bed, where I can take a closer look at you.”

Kim led my friend to the bed, where Monica was now reclining, and seated him on the edge, right next to where I was kneeling. My wife knelt beside me, taking Grant’s swollen penis in her hand, and stroking him sensuously. “I have always wanted to try an uncircumcised one,” she said. “There is so much more to play with.” She pulled the skin slowly down the shaft, exposing first the tip, and then the fat head of his organ. As she did so, Grant reached to cup his hands behind Kim’s head. “Oh, no,” she said, pulling away. “You know the rules for this weekend. You are not in control of anything.” With that, Kim grabbed Grant’s arms, and twisted them behind his back, where Monica was waiting with another set of cuffs. A few moments later, Grant was kneeling next to me, his low-hanging balls bound and pulled taut to his new ankle bindings. Monica bent him forward, pressing his broad shoulders to the floor, and then surprised me when, instead of lubricating her finger with her husband’s precum, she reached for the dripping head of my cock. My copious flow easily provided what she sought, and she slid her slender digit into Grant’s anal opening. I watched as my friend was subjected to the same examination that I had experienced earlier, followed by the insertion of a similar anal plug that was also lubricated with my juices. Then the two women pulled Grant to an upright kneeling position, and turned him to face me, our knees about a foot from each other.

My wife seemed fascinated with Grant’s large, uncut cock. She knelt beside him, fastened a cockring around the base of his organ, and began exploring the foreskin that again covered his glans. “He looks bigger than you,” she said to me, attempting to encircle the swollen shaft with her fingers. “Is it really that much thicker, or does the extra skin just make it look that way?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” replied Monica. “We’ll have to get them up close and personal.” She instructed her husband to move closer to me. He gave her a questioning look, and she reminded him sternly, “Remember who is in charge here. Now move your ass forward until you can touch his cock with yours!” Grant accomplished this task with only a bit of discomfort, each shuffling move of his knees causing his scrotum to be pulled from one side to the other. I watched with some trepidation, and – strangely – rising excitement, as his thick erection inched closer to mine, his uncut shaft bobbing up and down as the bindings stretched and released their tension on his genitals. In order to get close enough to satisfy his wife’s demands, Grant was forced to wedge one knee underneath my groin, which meant that his muscular thigh was pressing upward against my own bound balls. At the same time, I could feel my friend’s balls resting atop my leg, which was similarly wedged under his body.

When, at last, our cocks were touching, Kim grasped both dicks in her hands, holding them upright and parallel. She used our matching cockrings to determine where the base of each penis began, for the purpose of a fair comparison. Once they were lined up, it was even more obvious that Grant possessed the larger endowment. Kim again slipped the foreskin down the impressive shaft to reveal that the corona of Grant’s throbbing glans began at about the same length where the tip of my engorged organ ended. “Looks like he’s got you by a full head,” she observed. “And his cock is so nice and fat!” It was true. The girth of Grant’s erection made my own, fairly normal-sized meat look like that of an adolescent boy. Kim pushed the loose foreskin back up, watching intently as the folds captured, then enveloped the flow of juice that was leaking from the pisshole at the end of my friend’s glistening member. “I just love the way a cock looks when you can only see the outline of its head under all of this skin,” she said.

Turning to me, she asked, “Have you ever wanted to find out how it feels to have your whole dickhead covered with a thick foreskin?” I just stared silently at the sight of Grant’s fleshy cock, remembering the times I had fantasized about playing with an uncut cock of my own. “I think Grant has enough to share,” offered Monica. “Ooh! Let’s try it!” exclaimed Kim, excitedly. Together, they slid Grant away from me several inches. Kim encircled my erection with her fingers, and lowered the head until it was pointing directly at the base of Grant’s large organ. Monica did the same with her husband’s penis, retracting his foreskin at the same time. Both cocks were, by this time, swollen and purple, with the surface of each glans stretched to a glossy shine. The skin of my shaft was also stretched tightly over the network of veins that ran, ropelike, just under the surface. The shaft of my friend’s cock, by contrast, was still enveloped by a mass of pliable skin that slid easily over the surface. Unable to resist, we watched as my wife moved the tip of my penis across the opening at the tip of Grant’s erection. Both cocks were now continuously pulsing out a steady stream of clear fluid. Kim and Monica used our oozing pissholes like paintbrushes to spread our blended precum over the entire surface of both heads. Then, while Kim pressed the opening of my penis firmly against that of my friend, Monica slid Grant’s foreskin slowly up his shaft until it not only covered his glans, but also engulfed the head of my cock.

I must admit, I was wondering at this point where things were going. I had been guessing that Kim’s proposed “new experience” was going to be fucking my well-hung best friend. I had even been a bit hopeful that I might get to fuck his wife in exchange. Yet here Grant and I were, our hard cocks essentially french-kissing each other while wrapped snugly inside the same foreskin, and our wives were the ones forcing us into this intimate contact. I was surprised when I looked up to find that Grant had closed his eyes, and was moaning softly with the sensations assaulting him from both his penis and his ass. It was then that I realized how the situation was really affecting me. The heat emanating from his tumescent cock, the silky warmth of the foreskin wrapped around my own glans, and the touch of skin to skin, made slippery with the lubrication our own bodies were producing was making me react in a way I would never have imagined.

“I think they like this more than either one of them will admit,” my wife spoke up. Monica nodded her agreement, unable to take her eyes off the sight of our joined penises. “I do love the size of your husband’s cock,” Kim said. “Too bad that we already had something a bit different in mind for this weekend.” She leaned over, and kissed Monica fully on the mouth, cupping one of Monica’s breasts in her hand as she did so. “Let’s be sure they stay close to each other while you and I get warmed up for the main event,” she told her friend. Kim reached into the drawer, and retrieved two sets of adjustable nipple clips. Each pair of clips was connected by a twelve-inch chain. Grant and I both tensed up as Kim extended the first clip toward my friend’s chest, grasping his right nipple firmly with her other hand. I could see him grimace as the clip bit lightly into the sensitive tissue. His back arched with the pain when his wife turned the screw to increase the tension, causing the alligator teeth to sink more deeply into his reddening nipple. Meanwhile, Kim was attaching the clip at the opposite end of that chain to the right nipple of my own breast. She tightened the clamp to a painful degree, and my upper body reacted instinctively, pulling backwards. Both Grant and I immediately realized the folly of my reaction, as our nipples were pulled outward towards each other, and the pain increased dramatically. My best friend and I had no choice but to remain intimately close, chained to each other, while every sensitive part of our bodies was being stimulated at the same time.

Monica and Kim attached the remaining set of clips to our other nipples in the same fashion, the chains crossing in an X between our aching chests. The second clips, while still painful, elicited a less severe reaction from us. We had accepted our fate, knowing that we were helpless to change it. While Kim stepped back to admire their handiwork, Monica walked to the refrigerator across the room to get a bottle of wine that Kim had apparently placed there to chill. “Oh, good! I see you stocked up!” she observed as she opened the door. “Yes, I figured everyone will be needing some cold drinks later on,” replied Kim. I turned my head – slowly – toward where Monica stood, and was surprised to see that the refrigerator was filled with tall cans of malt liquor, along with several bottles of my wife’s favorite wine. Neither Grant nor I drink malt liquor. As I pondered the meaning of this, my stomach sank, and I felt my heart beat faster. What did they mean by “the main event?”

Chapter 3

Monica carried the wine and two glasses to the bed, where Kim was now reclining. She poured the glasses full, and set them on the table. “It looks like we have some extra time on our hands,” Monica observed. “Why don’t we put it to some good use.” My wife sat up and leaned toward her friend, slipping her fingers under the waistband of the thong that Monica still wore. She slipped the thin garment down Monica’s legs, exposing for the first time the small patch of light-brown hair that crowned her friend’s delicate mound. Monica stepped out of the slip of fabric around her ankles, and moved onto the bed, kneeling between Kim’s thighs. As Grant and I looked on, Monica leaned down, and tenderly kissed my wife’s left nipple. She traced a path from Kim’s breast to the base of her neck with her tongue, eliciting a pronounced intake of breath as Kim’s back arched reflexively. “I’ve wondered for a long time what it would be like with a woman,” Monica whispered, nuzzling my wife’s neck. The light pink nipples on her breasts pressed softly against Kim’s darker nipples beneath her. She moved to Kim’s open mouth, kissing her sensually while her left hand gently caressed her friend’s right breast. After a long moment, she broke away from Kim’s hungry lips. “I thought I was just excited about the rest of the weekend, but touching you has got me dripping wet already,” Monica said between gasping breaths.

Moving lower, Monica licked between Kim’s breasts, sampling the light sheen of sweat that had gathered there. She suckled and nipped lightly at my wife’s erect nipples while Kim moaned with pleasure at the softness of a woman’s touch. Raising Kim’s arms to rest above her head on the pillow, Monica explored the hollows of her armpits, first inhaling the fragrance that I so love, then tasting the beads of moisture that trickled slowly down the sides of Kim’s body. Monica then moved to her friend’s clean-shaven mound, and gently traced her finger across the moist lips below. She nuzzled her nose against the place where Kim’s clitoris hid behind its hood, extended her tongue, and licked the narrow slit of Kim’s pussy. The minute she made contact with the sensitive tissues, Kim began to writhe in ecstasy. Monica’s tongue lapped up the juices that had begun to flow freely from my wife’s blossoming cunt lips, savoring her first taste of another woman’s lust. With each lick, Kim’s body undulated wildly and her pussy gushed more of the nectar that her friend was now swallowing hungrily. Monica gently slid the hood back from my wife’s clit with her thumbs, watching the erect bud throb with excitement. As Kim moaned loudly, Monica moved upward slightly, and began to run her tongue over the organ in long, broad strokes. At this point, Kim lost all control, and came as violently as I have ever seen her come. Her legs reflexively crossed behind Monica’s back, pulling her even closer, and her entire body convulsed for what seemed like several minutes. Monica struggled to keep up with the wetness that was now flowing like a river from Kim’s pussy, leaving her face smeared with Kim’s juices while she licked and swallowed what she could.

Engrossed in the action going on between our wives, Grant and I knelt, silently squirming, beside the bed. As Kim struggled to catch her breath, and Monica continued to lap at the cunt that still quivered before her, I looked down to see that my cockhead was no longer covered by Grant’s foreskin. The excitement of watching the two women had apparently caused our erections to rise from their previously joined positions. Our members now stood as two angry, purple columns, joined only by a bridge of precum which stretched from a clear bead on the tip of my organ to the gathering of wrinkled skin that still covered my friend’s dickhead. Each cock would occasionally spasm involuntarily, adding more juice to the thin strand, until the bridge drooped down to touch our thighs. I noticed that we were both breathing hard. The steady vibration inside my ass seemed to have slowed a bit, but the sensations I was feeling from my cock, balls, prostate, and nipples were more intense than ever before.

Monica, meanwhile, had moved from her kneeling position between Kim’s thighs, and was reclining beside my wife. She reached for the wineglasses, and offered one to her friend. They sipped the wine while observing the effects that their activities were having on their husbands. Kim slipped a hand between Monica’s legs, and ran her fingers over the slick pussy she found there. After collecting some of her friend’s nectar, she held it to her face, sampling the womanly fragrance before licking her fingers clean. Kim set her glass down, and gathered more of the juice from between Monica’s wet cuntlips, then spread it smoothly over each of her friend’s erect nipples. Licking it off, she savored the taste as she buried her nose under the arms that now wrapped around her. She embraced Monica, their nipples rubbing against each other. “Now you have to let me return the favor,” Kim whispered, lying flat on the bed, and urging Monica to kneel over her face. Monica straddled her friend’s head, her hot pussy inches above my wife’s mouth. She was facing toward the foot of the bed, so Kim was getting her first close-up view of another woman’s cunt and asshole. I saw her eyes close as she breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of her best friend’s most intimate openings. Her tongue reached out to lick the pussy that Monica was offering her. She traced the length of the moist slit, and continued upward, pulling the rounded hips down so she could also get her first taste of a woman’s anus.

Grant knelt before me, staring transfixed at the sight of my wife slithering her tongue into the asshole of his own wife. His cock seemed to throb anew. I could see that his foreskin was now full to overflowing with the flow from his penis, and the entire shaft of his cock was now wet with the precum that was running from the tip. I realized that my own cock was in a similar condition.

I returned my attention to the women, watching with awe as my wife moved from asshole to pussy with her mouth, occasionally running her tongue over Monica’s clit. Monica crouched over her friend’s face, her head thrown back and eyes closed tightly, while she moved back and forth over Kim’s tongue. She slid forward, encouraging my wife to slide her tongue deeply inside her asshole. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and trickles of perspiration were rolling down her body as she became more and more aroused. Kim slid her hand over Monica’s dripping pussy, inserting a couple of fingers while thumbing her friend’s button. Monica’s legs suddenly tensed, then buckled, and she grasped my wife’s probing hand, pressing it closer to her hot cunt. At the same time, she ground her anal opening down hard onto Kim’s mouth, and her body jerked repeatedly. I could see rivulets of cunt juice running toward her asshole, which was now clamped tightly around my wife’s buried tongue.

When Monica finally relaxed, she fell slowly forward onto Kim’s body. Her anal sphincter released its grip on Kim’s tongue, and my wife began lapping at the pussy juice that covered Monica’s cuntlips. “I can’t believe we’re just getting warmed up,” breathed Monica while exhaustedly stroking Kim’s pussy. “My God! You’re dripping again!” she exclaimed, as her fingers sank into her friend’s gooey slit. “I know,” answered my wife between licks. “That was the hottest thing I have ever experienced!”

Just then, the doorbell rang. “Oh God,” said Monica, her tone a mixture of excitement and apprehension. “They’re here!” The women rose from the bed, and left the room, still naked. I heard the front door open, and then the sounds of male voices as our wives invited them inside. I looked at Grant, who was staring back at me, both of us still unsure what direction the evening would take.

Chapter 4

Footsteps approached the doorway to the playroom where my best friend, Grant, and I knelt, naked, bound and sweating. We could hear the giggling of our wives, mixed with numerous male voices I did not recognize. I looked up to see my wife, Kim, as she stepped into the room, her naked shoulders wrapped in the muscular arms of a young black man. Her friend Monica followed, flanked by two other young blacks, each of whom was groping one of her tits. With a start, I realized that the man who was so casually stroking Kim’s naked body was Thomas, the summer intern at her office. I had met him several times over drinks during after-work outings with my wife and her co-workers. He was a student at the local college, earning some summer income and work experience between semesters. “You remember Thomas, don’t you, dear?” my wife said to me. “He and some of his fraternity brothers are going to help me make some of my fantasies a reality this weekend.”

While she was talking, the doorway was filled with one tall, athletic black guy after another, all of whom appeared to be around twenty years old. I counted ten in all, ranging from about a six-foot bodybuilder type to a lanky, broad-shouldered giant, who looked like one of the power forwards on the school’s basketball team. “Damn!” said the one nearest me. “Whatta we got here, a couple of faggots?” The muscular young man with the shaved head was staring at Grant and me with a smirk on his face. “No, those are our husbands,” replied Kim, smiling at me as she spoke. “As far as I know, this is the first time either of them has actually touched another naked man. Beginning tonight, though, they will be doing whatever Monica and I tell them to do, and they will not question any of our instructions. Isn’t that right, boys?” she asked. Grant nodded slowly, his eyes downcast, seemingly unable to look the new guests in the face. Feeling the humiliation of being exposed in this way, I also bowed my head, and nodded submissively.

Moving across the room, my wife continued, “For starters, Monica and I are going to make them watch their wives get the fucking of their lives from a bunch of strong, young, black studs. Our husbands are not here for their own pleasure. They are here only to watch, and to serve us for our pleasure. If you like, they can serve you as well.”

“We have instructed them not to cum until we give them permission to do so,” Monica joined in. “And that is certainly not going to happen before everyone else here has cum at least once.” She smiled wickedly. “They seemed to like it when they got to rub their dicks against each other earlier. I hope they can control that impulse while the rest of us enjoy ourselves first. Maybe later we can all watch while the two of them get each other off. I think I’d like to see that.”

My ears were burning, and my face was flushed hot with shame. These men were going to fuck our wives in front of us while we sat powerless to stop them. Worse, our wives were the ones who set this all up, and they were now flaunting our submission to them before these strangers. At the same time, however, I felt a rush of excitement at the realization of what was to come.

“You see, a couple of weeks ago Thomas and I got to talking over drinks after work,” Kim said, leading her co-worker to stand next to where Grant and I knelt on the floor. “I was curious whether or not it was true that black men really have bigger cocks than whites. Thomas told me that he couldn’t say for sure, since the only white cocks he had seen were in the locker room, and they were always soft. He asked me if I wanted to find out the answer for myself, since I had more experience with white men who were erect. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the direction the conversation was taking, but I had had a few drinks, and I have to admit I was getting a bit excited by the thought of getting this intimate with someone other than my own husband. Thomas placed my hand on his thigh, and I could feel his cock through the material of his pants. At first, I thought he was already hard, but then I felt it start to swell as I wrapped my fingers around it. I couldn’t believe that he could be carrying something in his pants that felt so much larger than any cock I had ever held.”

As she spoke, Kim was slowly opening the front of Thomas’s shirt, revealing his smooth, hairless, athletic chest. His skin was the color of milk chocolate, with small, dark nipples capping his pectoral muscles. She pressed her lips against the center of his chest, and licked slowly upward, leaving a slick trail up to the base of his neck. She slipped his shirt over the broad shoulders, and he pulled the sleeves down his sinewy arms, letting the shirt drop to the floor behind him, as Kim resumed her narrative.

“Thomas thought it was funny that the stereotype of black men is that they all want to fuck white women. He said he believes that it is really white women that fantasize about sex with black men. He asked if I ever thought about taking a huge, black cock inside me when I am having sex with you. I know I’ve never mentioned this to you, but I admitted to Thomas that I sometimes have that kind of fantasy. He asked me to describe my favorite fantasy for him, and I did. I could feel the bulge inside his pants expanding down his thigh while I told him what I imagined it might feel like to be taken by a big, black stud.”

“I guess I must have hesitated at the end, because Thomas asked me if there was more to my fantasy than I was admitting.” Kim paused. “I told him that I sometimes dreamed that it wasn’t just one man, but a whole room full of men, all with gigantic, thick, black cocks, and that they were fucking me one after the other. I was being taken in the cunt and the ass, sometimes at the same time, and I was sucking their huge rods until they filled my mouth with their seed.” Kim’s hands had loosened Thomas’s belt, and she was pulling the zipper of his pants down. I watched as she slipped the waistband of his trousers down, revealing a pair of black, satin boxers that were straining to contain the young man’s swollen meat. My wife caressed the large organ through the satin material as she continued her story.

“Thomas told me that he had a number of friends and fraternity brothers who fit the description of the men in my fantasy. He said that, if I really wanted to try it, they could help me make the fantasy real. I was excited by the idea, but I was also scared. I told him that I love my husband, and I could never sneak around on him behind his back. That’s when he suggested that you might like to watch me get fucked over and over by a bunch of big, black cocks. I remembered that your favorite scenes in porn flicks are where some slut is getting her pussy and ass reamed by a couple of guys who are always hung like horses. I realized that maybe guys DO enjoy watching a huge cock in action.”

“Of course, I had to run the idea past Monica to see what she thought. She told me if I didn’t do it, she was going to take Thomas up on his offer for herself. We decided to do it together. She was the one who came up with the suggestion that, instead of just ALLOWING the two of you to watch, it would be even more exciting if we FORCED you to watch us get fucked by ten black men.” Kim then pulled Thomas’s shorts down for my first view of his enormous organ. She groaned with lust when she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, raising it for my inspection. “So what do you think? Do you want to see me suck this nice big cock before I let Thomas be the first of ten black men to pump my pussy and my ass full of hot cum?”

My wife was standing next to me, naked, and stroking the half-erect cock of her young, black co-worker. Thomas’s cock was even longer and thicker than Grant’s. He, too, was uncircumcised, and the heavy foreskin still covered the bulbous head of his rapidly swelling tool. The shaft of his organ was considerably darker than the rest of his body, as was the loose scrotum that hung below. Kim pulled back the loose skin of his cock to uncover the large head. His glans was a slightly lighter shade of brown than the thick shaft, and was outlined with a flared corona that was even paler in color. As the foreskin peeled back from the tip, it spread some of the precum that oozed from his pisshole over the smooth surface of the glans. He was standing close enough that I could smell the odor of his hot cock as I watched my wife run her tongue across the tip, savoring her first taste of black dick.

I heard a low moan from Grant, and I turned to see that Monica had stripped the bodybuilder to the waist. She ran her fingers across his muscular chest. “I want to see what this big boy can do for me,” she said. She kissed and licked his sweaty pecs, lingering on his nipples while she unzipped his pants. Dropping to her knees, she lowered his pants, and rubbed her face sensuously over the large bulge inside his bikini briefs. Her attentions were having a noticeable effect, as we could see his cock swelling to a full erection inside the thin material. He kicked off his shoes while she slipped his pants completely to the floor. By now, the flimsy briefs were losing their battle to contain his huge cock, and the head was beginning to show above the waistband. Monica tugged the shorts down over the man’s muscled ass, and let them drop to his feet, freeing what had to be one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen.

Grant was apparently as awed as I by the size of the organ that now pulsed before his wife’s face. He let out a soft gasp as he watched Monica lean forward to lick the man’s low-hanging scrotum, running her hand softly up the shaft above. Kim, meanwhile, had moved around to get a better view of the action. She reached to retrieve the discarded briefs from the floor, bringing the stretched-out pouch to her face so she could inhale his masculine smell for herself. “Monica, I’d like you to meet Tony,” she said, while her friend continued to run her tongue all around Tony’s huge balls. Tony placed a hand on the back of Monica’s head, saying “I think Monica and I are gonna get along just fine.”

Rising to her feet, Monica took Tony’s scrotum in her hand, and kissed him deeply on the mouth, pressing her hardened nipples against his solid chest. She led him, by the balls, over to the bed, and laid him down on his back. “I think everyone should go ahead and get comfortable,” Kim suggested to the others, some of whom were stroking their crotches while watching Monica and Tony. “You can just toss your clothes in the corner,” she told them. “You won’t be needing them for quite a while. Help yourselves to a cold drink from the fridge,” she added, as she walked back over to Thomas’s side. She stroked his cock, then leaned up to his face, and kissed his lips. “I’ll take care of this thing in a few minutes,” she said, glancing down to where her hand was fondling his organ. “Right now, I want to get a close-up view when Monica’s tight, white cunt gets fucked by a big, black monster like Tony’s cock for the first time.” She slipped her hand over the length of Thomas’s shaft, and licked a thin film of juice off of her fingers. Then she moved to the bed, where her friend was now straddling Tony’s face, letting him taste her juicy pussy.

I watched my wife take Tony’s scrotum in her hand as she sat on the bed to watch Monica grind her cunt into Tony’s face. Kim hefted the loose, dark sac, rolling the sizable balls in her fingers. With her other hand, she began stroking the fat shaft. She leaned down to inspect Tony’s equipment, inhaling his masculine odor. She extended her tongue to get a taste of his pre-come as she milked it from his cock. As Kim sat back to savor his juice, Monica slid down Tony’s massive torso until her pussy was resting just above the head of his large, black penis. Grant and I could see that the lips of her pussy were swollen with excitement, and her pubic hair was glistening with the juices that were now freely running from her cunt. Kim raised Tony’s engorged organ to smear the head with Monica’s fluids. Even with the added lubrication, it appeared that there was no way that her pussy was going to accommodate his full length and girth.

By this time, however, Monica was so horny that she began pushing her hips back, forcing her lips to spread around the impossibly large cockhead. My wife was practically drooling, and could not take her eyes off of Tony’s black monster as it was wedged deeper and deeper into her friend’s tight cunt. Both women were moaning with lust as Monica’s pussy was steadily penetrated by the dark invader. I saw my wife’s right hand slide downward from Tony’s shaft to caress his balls while she extended her middle finger to lightly stroke his anus. With a single, hard, downward thrust, Monica impaled herself fully on Tony’s member, taking him all the way to the balls. She threw her head back, and screamed with the orgasm that wracked her body. Her cunt juices were pouring out around the junction of their organs, coating his loose scrotum with her shiny fluids while the muscles of her vagina contracted, squeezing tightly around the enormous shaft.

Tony let Monica’s convulsions subside before he cupped her ass cheeks in his dark hands and began to raise her body off of his cock. The sensation of his shaft moving against her clit caused Monica to bury her face in his powerful chest to stifle her screams. Grant’s eyes never moved as he watched the long cock slowly exiting his wife’s distended and dripping pussy. When we could almost see the corona of his erect penis appear between Monica’s lips, Tony suddenly reversed direction, thrusting his hips upward, and pulling Monica’s ass downward again. Grant watched his wife coming over and over while the thick, black cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. Monica’s sweat-covered body was thrashing in every direction as she lost herself in orgasm.

As Tony wrapped his strong arms tightly around Monica’s lean frame, crushing her breasts to his heaving chest, I saw my wife lean her face down to where the two were joined. Kim swiped her tongue along the crack of her friend’s butt, licking the sweat there, then moved downward to taste the fluids that coated Tony’s balls. When she sat back up, Tony again thrust his organ all the way into Monica’s cunt. With his cock still buried, he flipped Monica onto her back. He lifted her legs so they rested on his broad shoulders, then began to power-thrust his hips, driving his cockhead even deeper into Monica’s ravaged depths. By now, Monica was like a rag doll. She lay on the bed, legs straddling the shoulders of the black giant as he fucked her relentlessly. Her arms were extended above her head, her eyes were rolling aimlessly, and she was softly moaning, as though she was heavily drugged.

Kim was now kneeling with her face directly behind Tony’s ass to watch his muscles flexing with each stroke. She inhaled deeply, catching the unfamiliar scent that emanated from the ass and genitals of this powerful man. Thomas, meanwhile had moved beside her, and began to finger her pussy, causing my wife to close her eyes with pleasure. As Thomas started stroking her cunt more aggressively, his actions pushed Kim’s face into the base of Tony’s scrotum with each backstroke. I watched my wife extend her tongue to lick a trail from his balls, which were now drawing tighter, along his sensitive perineum, and across his asshole. She buried her face between the muscular cheeks, and began to thrust her tongue into the puckered anal opening. As she did so, Tony’s thighs tightened, and he gave one incredible lunge, shoving his cock to unplumbed depths in Monica’s pussy. He held it there, his muscles jerking spasmodically while he pumped his semen deep into her cunt. Grant strained to see the huge, black cock that was now pouring its hot seed into his wife. I watched my own wife deeply tonguing the sweaty anus of a strange black man while another young black guy was stroking her clitoris to orgasm with his fingers. I know I had never been more aroused, and I sensed that Grant was feeling the same way.

Chapter 5

My wife raised her face from Tony’s ass as his muscles relaxed. She smiled at Thomas, who was still running his hand across her cuntlips, spreading her copious fluids all over her shaved pussy. We could see that Tony’s erection was subsiding, although his cock remained long and fat. He withdrew his softening length from Monica, and stood at the foot of the bed. A bit of his come trickled from Monica’s used cunt, but she raised her knees to keep from spilling too much. Kim inched forward on the bed to nuzzle between her friend’s breasts. She licked at the layer of sweat that covered Monica’s body, tasting the flavor of both male and female on the soft skin. As she worked her way to her friend’s armpits, my view was blocked by Tony’s enormous body. He moved closer to where Grant and I knelt, and we could see the combination of his semen and Monica’s come coating the still-impressive meat that hung between his legs. A milky drop of his seed was oozing from the slit at the end of his glans. “Which one of you gets the leftovers?” he asked us. When we both looked confused, he asked, “Whose bitch did I just fuck?”

Grant lowered his eyes in shame. Tony looked at me, and said, “Then I guess you’re gonna get to sample that ass your wife seemed to like so much.” He raised his right leg, and stepped across the chains that connected our bound bodies at the nipples. Both Grant and I tried to lean backwards, but the pain from the clamps reminded us how futile that was. I found my nose and mouth jammed between his firm ass cheeks. Despite my wife’s ministrations, the odor of male musk was still strong, as sweat was still running down his back to trickle down the crack where my face was now trapped. I heard Tony instructing Grant to lick his cock clean, and I felt his muscles flex with pleasure as Grant apparently complied. “Oh, yeah,” Tony groaned, “Get a good taste of the dick that just finished fucking your wife’s pussy.”

Turning his head toward me, Tony advised me, “Get that mouth to work cleaning my ass, you faggot. Put that tongue to some good use, and don’t forget the balls, either!” Reluctantly, I started to run my tongue up the sweaty crack. I loved licking my wife’s ass, but this was very different. I licked across Tony’s anus, and felt the sphincter pulse. I lowered my head a bit, and lapped at the scrotum that was again hanging low and loose. I got my first taste of Monica’s cunt juice, which still coated his balls, and I could also taste the semen that had mixed with her juices. I felt his scrotum move as Grant cleaned the front side. My nose was buried in Tony’s ass, inhaling the aroma of a hot male fresh off of a hard fuck. Rather than repelling me, however, the smell and taste of male sex sweat, plus the very thought that I was being forced to perform this intimate act of submission on another man was getting me even more aroused.

Tony shifted his weight, pushing his hips toward me momentarily. I heard him tell Grant to suck his whole cock into his mouth, and draw out the remaining drops of his semen. I moved my tongue up to the asshole in front of me, and began to slide the tip inside. Tony’s sphincter muscle pulsed, and I felt a strange rumbling against the underside of my tongue. At the same time, the sudden jerking that I felt in my nipples signaled that Grant was trying to pull away from Tony’s cock. I heard Grant choke, then splutter, and a splash of warm liquid hit my legs. The rumbling stopped for a moment. Tony admonished Grant that he was to take every drop that was offered to him, and he was not to spill any more. When the rumbling sensation began again, I could feel a bit of liquid running onto my chin, which was nestled in the back of Tony’s scrotum. I ran my tongue down to taste the liquid that was starting to drip from his ball sack, and I realized that Tony was pissing down my friend’s throat. While Grant struggled to keep up with the flow, I again slid my tongue into Tony’s anus, this time plunging it deeply into the hot, tasty asshole. I stroked inside his anal opening until I felt a couple of jerks deep inside his body, which caused the sphincter to clamp onto my tongue. I could tell that these were the final spurts from his bladder going straight into my best friend’s mouth. I gave Tony’s sweaty ass crack a thorough cleaning before he raised his leg and stepped out from between Grant and me.

My friend’s face was flushed, and sweat poured down his face. A combination of his sweat and Tony’s piss coated his chest, running to his crotch. From the way he looked at me, I suppose I must have had a similar appearance. Despite our depraved and shameful circumstances, we were both as erect as we have ever been. I looked up to find that everyone in the room was intently watching us. The men were stroking their hard cocks, which were dripping from the excitement of watching our humiliating submission to Tony. My wife was kneeling on the bed, her face alight with the sexual rush of watching her husband and his best friend perform such degrading acts on a huge, naked black man. Thomas knelt beside her, erect penis in his right hand while he stroked Kim’s pussy with his left. Monica, meanwhile, remained on her back behind them, sweat covering her body while she sucked on the stiff, black organ that was being offered to her by the man nearest the bed.

Source: Literotica: Fetish: What She Really Wanted