Goddess Starla from FemdomBride.com recently reconnected with an ex boyfriend of hers. She had this steamy hot dream about her ex lover and decided that it was a sign that she should get back in touch with him and see how he’s doing. Unfortunately for her husband/ slave Randy, Goddess Starla seems really into her ex, chatting away on the phone with him while she forces Randy to worship her feet and sopping wet cunt.

Living a 24/7 Femdom lifestyle is never easy and Randy comes to realize just how hard it is and how pathetic he truly is when his wife starts to think about cuckolding him. Already kept in chastity every day, Randy doesn’t have much going for him. Now the idea of his wife seeking out another man to please her must really be bothering him, but like any well trained slave, he keeps his woes to himself for fear of being punished.

Poor Randy, while his wife and Goddess, was out on a hot date with another man, he was left at home tied up in some girly underwear. Only at Femdombride.com to we get this personal and inside look at what the life of a Femdom couple is like. Goddess Starla comes back from her date in a great mood, happy that she finally went out with someone who was not just another sissy like her husband. As a special treat Starla snuck some bread into her shoe during supper so that she could feed it to Randy when she got home since Randy didn’t have any supper. Starved and upset Randy is eager to eat the bread even though it has been in his Goddess’s shoe all night long. To make this makeshift meal a little bit more filling, Goddess Starla puts some cream cheese on her bare feet and forces Randy to lick them clean! To watch the full free movies of this late night femdom session, just click HERE or on the pictures above!

I’ve been getting requests from certain sissy boy readers of this blog if they might be so lucky to get to serve me. Unfortunately for them, as well as for myself, my house is full enough with my lovely cuckold and our newest slave. So I decided to write a little story for you guys about how I found my pretty cuckold sissy. The story involves a little luck and a wonderful site called Alt.com.

I always new there was something a little different about me compared to my friends. I was never one to swoon over a man for one. It is not that I didn’t find certain men absolutely drool worthy, it was just that I never felt the need to be submissive to them like my friends did. I didn’t wait all day  by the phone for a guy to call, instead I would go out and usually make them the ones waiting inside all day for that phone call. My friends never understood how I could be so confident, never bowing my will for a guy, always the one making the demands. It was never that hard for me to find a guy willing to let me be the one in control. What became a problem though was when I started to get more kinky int he bedroom. There was just so much that I wanted to try and although I had many men who would experiment with me, none of them wanted to do it themselves, they just wanted to please me.

Once in university I started to explore the BDSM scene a little more. I made some good friends and got a lot of experience dominating slaves but I still felt as if there was a whole side of myself that I hadn’t yet discovered. Eventually I stumbled upon a story of Female Superiority online. I was obsessed almost immediately with the idea of having a slave in chastity! Finding a man willing to put himself at the complete mercy of my hands was another story though. Sure, I found plenty of slaves but none of them had the commitment I was looking for. They wanted to be beaten but couldn’t understand my desire for living a full time alternative lifestyle. The ones I dated didn’t understand the concept nor did they agree with the idea of me going out and sleeping with other men while they stayed at home and did chores.  I found myself in an endless circle of getting my hopes up, training a new slave only to have him leave once he discovered what my ultimate future plans were. I felt like I was off in some way. I used to fit into my BDSM community but now it seemed like I had evolved past that, into something more specific. I thought I’d never find what I was looking for…. after all if I couldn’t find it within the walls of our local dungeon where would I find it?

And then I had a friend suggest Alt.com to me. Like everyone else I know, on the outside I chided the idea but on the inside I was full of hope.  As soon as I got home that night I turned on my computer and signed up a profile to the site. I think I must have browsed that site until four in the morning! I was filled with a new kind of hope no matter how hard I tried not to get my hopes up too high. I found that there were a lot of people interested in BDSM in my area that I had never met at a dungeon party or fetish night. Not only that but I even found about five candidates for my ideas of a total 24/7 femdom living arrangement. Over the next few months I communicated with people on the site, made friends and made some connections that went deeper than that. I started dating a submissive male who lived about an hour away. We continued dating in our semi-long distance relationship for about a year before I invited to come move in with me.  He was my dream guy. A perfect slave and complete submissive cuckold. I knew right away that life could not get better than this and was over thrilled at the idea that this lifestyle was something that he had been searching for as well. And two years later we got married. Who would have thought that a BDSM dating site would have been just what I needed?

If you have similar success stories or questions don’t hesitate to leave your comments bellow!

After a while, the sex was still great but my wife didn’t seem to be into it anymore. She never said anything, but I had the feeling she was getting bored with me even though she was always willing to let me fuck her whether she was in the mood or not. I was at the point where I wanted her to crave sex and beg for her next orgasm.

She’s drop dead gorgeous, 5’3″ tall, 120 lbs, rich brunette hair, tight figure, beautiful ass, nice boobs and a perfect pussy (shaved bald except for a little well-groomed strip on top).

I started reading literotica and was turned on by three-way action stories with 2 guys and a girl. I fantasized about watching her get fucked by another guy (for the first time). I also liked the idea of my wife dominating and humiliating me in front of her friends. I wanted her to crave the sex she deserved and want her next orgasm so bad she’d make me eat her cum-filled pussy to get it. It started in my mind and then slowly made its way into the bedroom.

I started by begging my wife to let me eat her pussy. She didn’t like me to go down on her because she was raised that it wasn’t natural and she didn’t want me to expect head in return. She also didn’t like kissing me afterwards. Nonetheless, I was determined and once in a while she would let me tongue her clit and would really enjoy the orgasms.

I was still into my fantasy, and would sometimes imagine my wife was forcing me to eat her lover’s cum from her while I brought her to her next orgasm. I imagined she was forcing me to be her cuckolded bitch. I imagined doing this a number of times before I got the nerve to ask my wife to call me her bitch. She didn’t like it at first but I told her to play along and after a while she started to get used to it.

A short time after that we were out drinking with some friends and were pretty drunk by the time we got home. We hopped into bed and started fucking right away. Right when we were hot and in the moment I told her how good I thought her pussy would taste after I came in her and told her I’d love for her to make me her bitch and insist I eat her to orgasm. She was grossed out by the idea and wouldn’t let me do it.

A number of drunk nights later, my wife learned that after I came I really didn’t want to eat her perfect cum-soaked pussy anymore. She also learned it made me really hot during sex if she told me she was going to make me eat her creamy pussy afterwards. She would say it but never really worried about it actually happening because I always chickened out once I came.

I was confused. I thought I wanted it but couldn’t follow through. I decided if I pretended I was another guy fucking her to start and then jumped back to myself, the cuckolded husband, maybe I’d be able to eat her out. I started calling myself “first-time lover” and told her how lucky I was to be fucking her beautiful pussy (pretending I was another guy). I would say her husband didn’t know how great her pussy really was and didn’t treat it right, it deserved a big cock. Lots of big cock. This actually made her quite horny and she fucked like an animal and begged me to cum in her. I was making progress.

Another drunk night or two later, while in first-time lover persona, I told her that once I was done fucking her to make her cuckolded husband eat out her cum-filled pussy and to grind it all over his face and call him a cum loving little bitch. Her husband was to worship her perfect body and do whatever she said if he hoped to have a chance of fucking her wonderful pussy again. My wife agreed and begged me (first time lover) to fill up her pussy with my biggest load of cum so she could get her cuckold husband to lick it out or else she would be impregnated with another guys cum. I said if her husband was there I would get him to lick her ass while I fucked her good and hard and filled her with my cum. I would also get him to lick my ass just to humiliate him further and then make him lay underneath her with his tongue on her pussy while I fucked her doggy style. She played along with me and just wanted my big load of hot cum in her perfect smooth pussy. I deposited my load and went straight for it but she stopped me momentarily, I came to my senses, and didn’t follow through.

Once I came everything always changed. I no longer wanted what I thought I wanted. I decided to give up and just forget about the fantasy. What I didn’t realize was that it was too late. The seeds had already been sewn…

My wife had always been completely loyal and would never even think of putting herself in a situation where something could happen with another person. No one but me had ever even kissed her before, never mind anything else. In the coming months my wife started to take some liberties with some of our friends (mostly while drinking), and got comfortable with the odd kiss and grope. She’d sit in other guy’s laps, dance, grind, and flaunt her beautiful boobs and ass. The worst I witnessed was once when she wound up showering naked with two guys and later that night decided to shave one of their genitals. I was there, and for some reason participated in videotaping the whole thing.

Then one day my wife decided to make my old fantasy come true…

I was working a rare couple of days out of town. My wife had the hots for a guy she knew for quite some time. Anyway, I drove up to our house and noticed a couple of vehicles in the driveway. I walked in and there was this guy, Paul, and a girlfriend of my wife’s, Christina, in the living room. They were drinking and I could tell everyone had drank more than one or two drinks. They welcomed me in and gave me a beer. We sat and talked and drank a few more and I did a few shots.

My wife was sitting next to Paul on the couch and whispering in his ear and I could tell something was up. She looked at me and gestured she wanted to kiss him. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head and that was all she needed to get going. She spun around and mounted him and kissed him passionately for about ten seconds. When she stopped, she looked over at me and sternly told me that she was going to fulfill my fantasy and said that Paul and Christina knew everything. She said I was going to be their bitch for the night and to watch closely how another man was going to deep throat her properly before going straight for her tits and pussy like I usually did. She also told me that Christina was there to make sure I felt humiliated like I always talked about just in case my wife was too busy with Paul to pay attention to me.

Still on Paul’s lap, my wife resumed their passionate kiss. She lifted her shirt over her head and exposed her beautiful boobs only covered by a black lacy bra. She also took his shirt off and continued kissing him as she massaged his large bicep muscles.

Christina looked at me and asked what the hell I was doing watching my wife making out with Paul like a pervert. She took off her pants and told me if I wanted to be a pervert to get over there and stick my face in her ass. She was one of my wife’s hottest friends so I quickly got up and positioned my face behind her ass so I could still see my wife making out with Paul. She dropped her panties and stuck her asshole right into my nose and told me to smell it and be glad that a bitch like me had the opportunity to smell the ass of such a hot woman and to thank her for letting me do it. I thanked her and she made me address her as mistress. Paul, meanwhile, had removed my wife’s bra and was fondling her perky breasts.

After a couple minutes of Christina grinding her ass into my nose and mouth she told me that I didn’t deserve any more of her ass and to go take my wife’s lovers pants off so I could see what a real cock was supposed to look like and what would be fucking her and my wife later that night. I got excited at the thought I could watch him fuck both my wife and Christina and went over immediately. As I took his pants off he asked me if I was going to enjoy watching him fuck the shit out of my wife’s beautiful pussy. I assured him I would and he called me a little bitch and told me if I was lucky I would get to suck his cum out of my wife’s pussy. As I took his pants off my wife was anxiously taking hers off at the same time. She had never fucked another man before and her panties were soaked in anticipation.

I noticed Paul had no underwear on and his cock was still limp but was hanging down at least 6 inches. It was almost as long soft as mine was hard and it was much thicker as well. Christina came over and pulled my wife’s panties down to reveal her soft, bald, gorgeous pussy. She brought them past my nose and I greedily sniffed their hot scent. She told me to strip and put my wife’s panties on like the bitch I was. I did and they noticed my cock was hard as a rock and my balls were swollen up full of cum since I had been out of town for a couple days. They said I had a decent sized cock but told me how small it was compared to Paul’s monster considering he was almost as long and already thicker and wasn’t even hard yet.

My wife grinned at me and told me she was ready for a good fucking from Paul’s cock so I’d better get to work and suck him hard so she could fuck him. I am not gay so this was uncomfortable for me. She repeated herself and called me a little bitch in her panties that were soaked with her hot juices from just thinking of fucking Paul’s cock and sternly told me to do it or else. I took his limp cock in my mouth and started sucking until it grew so much I couldn’t keep it in my mouth any longer. It popped out and grew to full size and Christina told me to suck his thick cum-filled balls that were about to pump his entire load of jizz into my wife’s womb. I sucked on his balls and wow I could feel the load of cum built up inside. Christina called me a gay cocksucker and laughed.

My wife told me she wanted to make sure she would give me a good creampie to eat so she had Paul over every night I was away and sucked him until he was just about to cum but never let him finish and insisted he wait for tonight. He was good and ready and was now anxious to be able to stick his swollen cock into my wife’s hot pussy. She kissed him again and told me to lay down. I did and she sat facing Paul with her asshole on my face and told me to start licking her ass and smelling her hot pussy. She insisted I breathe through my nose so my tongue could keep going and so I would be smelling her dripping pussy while she was fucked. She told me I was lucky to get such a good view of her swollen pussy lips about to be fucked by Paul and that was as close as I was allowed to be to her pussy until she was full of his cum.

I continued to lick as Paul moved in. He put the tip of his cock right up touching my wife’s pussy and told me to beg him to fuck my wife. I acted like I never heard him and was feeling pretty embarrassed and humiliated by this point and then Christina grabbed my balls and squeezed until I pulled my mouth away from my wife’s ass and started pleading for him to please fuck my beautiful wife and make her cum and thanked him for saving up his seed to pump into my wife’s womb. He plunged inside her and she moaned and she drove her asshole back onto my mouth. She asked Paul to fuck her hard and fill her up with his cum. He pulled his cock out as it glistened with my wife’s sweet juices and drug it across my face and plunged back into her. He moaned loudly and told her how much he enjoyed fucking her tight pussy.

Paul pumped in and out of her for nearly ten minutes in which time my wife had three orgasms and her juices, mixed with Paul’s precum, dripped down onto my face. Christina told me to make sure I licked up all the juices that ran down to my wife’s ass as I continued to eat her sweaty asshole. His cum tasted salty, warm and thick but I didn’t mind because it was mixed with my wife’s sweet nectar. Christina had a hold of my balls and was squeezing and told me not to miss a drop. My wife told me to get ready for my creampie I’d asked for and grabbed Paul’s ass and screamed loudly as she forced him in and out of her. He said he couldn’t hold it anymore and groaned and bucked as he filled my wife with his massive hot load of cum. He pulled out and squeezed the last bit of cum onto my face and my wife pulled back and drove her used pussy into my mouth and told me to start sucking like the cuckolded little creampie cum-slut I was. Christina squeezed my balls again as I hesitated and I licked and sucked and swallowed as I was told. My wife shuttered into another orgasm and her and Paul’s thick juices ran into my mouth and down my throat. My wife laughed and called me a bitch and told me to get used to it because she enjoyed it so much and was going to make it a regular routine.

Christina got up and said she was so horny it was her turn to have some fun. She knelt in front of my wife and caressed her breasts as she stuck her tongue down my wife’s throat. My wife drove her pussy further into my mouth and seemed to really be enjoying kissing another woman. Christina rolled backwards and spread her legs revealing her equally beautifully shaved pussy and asked if my wife would go down on her. My wife willingly obliged and used her tongue to massage Christina’s clit.

Christina moaned in pleasure and told Paul to keep me busy while she had her turn with my wife. Paul got up, grabbed me by the feet, pulled me towards him, knelt down, and grabbed me by the balls. He told me I wasn’t allowed to watch my wife with Christina and pulled me up by my balls so I was on my hands and knees. He stuck his cock in my mouth and told me to enjoy sucking the rest of my wife’s juices off it because that was the only cock that was to fuck my wife from then on unless he said so… and he assured me that if he ever did allow another cock to fuck my wife’s beautiful pussy it wouldn’t be mine.

I could hear Christina moaning loudly as my wife continued her magic. Paul mentioned how hot the two of them were together as he watched the show. He grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and thrusted his monster cock in and out of my stretched mouth. I heard Christina go into orgasm and my wife gasp how hot she was.

Paul asked me if I wanted to see his stud fuck another girl because he surely wanted more practise before sleeping with my wife again. I nodded and he pulled his dick out of my mouth and went over and stuck his cock right in Christina’s pussy as she gasped and leaned forward into him. My wife told me she knew I’d always wanted to fuck Christina and to watch as she let Paul have his way with her. She also said that I’d better not even think I’d have a chance of fucking Christina or any other girl because there was no way it was going to happen; I was still her bitch and I was the one that wanted her to be this way so I’d better get used to it.

Paul didn’t last long before emptying his nut into Christina’s love hole. He pulled out and went over to my wife, picked her up and walked toward the master bedroom. As he left the room he told Christina to clean up and then join them for the night.

Christina sighed and told me that she didn’t enjoy hearing from my wife that I’d always wanted to fuck her. She sternly told me that I was a pervert for watching her get fucked by Paul and said I had better get used to sucking his cock because it was going to happen a lot more often. She said although she was mad at me she would be nice and give me a present. She got me to lay down on my back and she stood over me and let Paul’s cum ooze out of her used pussy and drip down onto my face as I gazed up at her sensuous crotch. She told me that was the only way I was going to taste her sweet pussy juice and to start jerking off since she wanted to see me cum on myself before she went to bed. I felt humiliated but my cock was throbbing so much I grabbed it and started stroking. When she was satisfied all the cum had leaked out of her, she bent down and wiped herself clean on my hair. She said her asshole was sweaty from the good fucking she received from Paul and would let me lick it with my tongue while I finished myself off. I licked her hole and stroked myself to orgasm and came all over my stomach. She grabbed my hand and used my finger to scoop up some cum and stuck it in my mouth. She got up and told me when they woke up in the morning the place had better be cleaned up and to have breakfast ready. Of course, I was only to be wearing a pair of my wife’s panties and was to get used to my new life because it was just getting exciting…

Source: Literotica: Loving Wives: Creampie Cuckold Humiliation

I asked again who it was from and Katie, appearing nervous, sat next to me and told me not to be angry. She explained that one of her former work colleagues, Harry, who she used to tell me was constantly hitting on her, had somehow managed to get her mobile number and had sent her a number of flirtatious texts. I asked what he said in the text messages; she had deleted them all but said that he had been encouraging her to meet him for a drink and saying how sexy she was. He had apparently also sent her more explicit messages but Katie claimed not to remember the content. She said she had never once responded, he just kept on persevering.

I was surprised to find that rather than being angry, I found myself getting aroused at my wife receiving such attention from another man.

“You never really said, what did he look like? Did you fancy him?” I questioned her.

“I told you, I’m not interested in anyone else, just you,” she answered.

“Okay, but if we weren’t together or if I gave you permission…?”

Katie looked me in the eyes, “Oh my god, this is making you horny isn’t it?” she exclaimed. Her hand moved between my legs and she felt my growing erection under my jeans. “I’m right aren’t I, this is turning you on?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, genuinely confused at my reaction, “I should be jealous or angry I suppose, but the thought of you secretly conversing with another guy just got a different reaction than I thought it would.”

“I told you, I never replied,” she said, rubbing my now solid cock, “Would you want me too? Do you want your wife to flirt with another man, maybe meet him for a drink?”

I could tell Katie herself was becoming turned on and wondered whether she was being serious or this was just some kind of role play. She pushed me back on the sofa and straddled me, her skirt around her hips as she pushed herself down against my hardness.

“Go on, be honest, would you like me to meet Harry, flirt with him, maybe snog, grope each other and then come home and tell you all about it?”

At that moment I did, that was exactly what I wanted. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against me, even through her knickers and my jeans; my mind was conjuring up images of her having just come home from a date with this man I had not even met, and riding my cock as she told me all about how she had given herself up to her lover.

“You want to though, don’t you?” I countered, “That’s why you’re getting so horny.”

Katie kissed me passionately, her tongue probing at my mouth. She didn’t need to reply, I could tell that she was giving serious thought to having someone else, but just needed my blessing.

“What did he just text you?” I asked, in-between kisses.

Katie leant back, realising that this might lead somewhere. “He just said he was in town this evening with friends and that maybe we could meet up, if you weren’t around of course.”

We had planned on spending a quiet evening in together as we had family visiting the next day. I thought about this for a moment, not twenty minutes ago everything had been normal and now we were having this conversation.

“So if I said yes, would you want to go and meet him?”

Katie looked down at me, no doubt trying to gauge my thoughts. After a few seconds she moved off me and sat next to me, holding my hands.

“I know it sounds wrong, but even you have to admit we have both just experienced naughty thoughts which clearly turned us both on,” she said, “Maybe it’d be fun, me playing the naughty unfaithful wife.”

We sat for the next twenty minutes discussing the situation, and I have to admit, my cock was solid the whole time. In the end, Katie said there was no way she was leaving me on Christmas Eve but said she’d text Harry back and tell him to contact her in a few days. She did just this, saying that I was home over Christmas but would be gone again the day after Boxing Day. He replied almost immediately, ‘Gr8, can’t wait’.

My mind was racing, I had just almost encouraged my wife to go and meet another man, where god knows what might happen, yet I was unbelievably turned on by it all. That night we had fantastic sex as we fantasised about Katie being a slut wife and fucking other men while I was left at home; we both had massive orgasms and agreed it had been the best sex, and fantasy, we had shared in a long time.

Christmas came and went, not fast enough as far as we were concerned. Late morning on the 27th, Katie’s phone beeped and she went to check it. She called me downstairs to read the text that had just arrived.

‘Coast clear? Fancy meeting tonight at Alex’s Bar, maybe coffee at mine afterwards?’

Well, it was clear what he was after and Katie looked at me questioningly.

“Well babe, what shall we do? This is for us remember, he’s just a tool in our fantasy.”

“Fuck it, go for it,” I said, “Text him back, say you’ll meet him at nine, see how things go.”

Again, I could feel my cock twitching. In less than twelve hours time my wife could be meeting with someone else, essentially cuckolding me. Anyway, Katie done as I suggested and minutes later Harry replied.

‘Ok. C u at 9, lookin 4ward 2 it.’

And that was it, two short text messages and it was arranged. For the rest of the day it was all we talked about, Katie showed me that she had condoms and assured me she would use them if the evening turned out that way. From what she’d told me of Harry, he was a womaniser and was not in for the long haul, so I guessed that one night stands were his thing. Katie also said that he used to be the talk of the ladies restrooms at work, because he was such a good lover and apparently was very well endowed.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Katie asked me, “If you’re not I’ll cancel.”

“A week ago, if you’d told me we’d be doing this, I wouldn’t have believed you,” I said, taking her hands and kissing her on the lips, “But now, even I could never have imagined being so turned on by something which is so bad.”

“Okay babe, well as long as you’re sure, I’m gonna get ready. I’ll call you up later to see the finished product.”

I spent the next few hours watching crappy TV and unable to think of anything else other than what the evening had to bring. Katie eventually called me upstairs and asked for my opinion; she looked stunning, her hair and make-up flawless, wearing a tailored knee-length summer dress that showed her figure off perfectly. She was wearing strappy sandals and her freshly shaven, tanned legs looked gorgeous.

“I was thinking of going commando,” she said, meaning without underwear, “But I thought he might appreciate these?”

She lifted her dress to show a pair of knickers that were part of a set I had bought her for her birthday. Light blue and lacy, they showed of her ass and pussy perfectly, this was the first time I had seen her in them. “Of course, the matching bra as well,” she said, giving me a peek.

I looked at Katie, she was looking as hot as I had ever seen her, but yet all I could think about was how much Harry was going to appreciate my sexy wife. “You look fantastic,” I said, pulling her to me, “He’s gonna think all his Christmas’ have come at once!”

Katie laughed, “Thanks babe, but you just wait till I get home, so will you!”

Katie kissed me on the lips, gently so not to ruin her make-up, “I love you honey, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Feeling her body next to mine I desperately wanted her, right there and then, but she pulled away, laughing. “Steady tiger, not long then I’ll be home and share the whole night with you.”

Moments later, the taxi arrived and Katie left. I watched her getting into the taxi and, surprisingly, did not feel a little bit jealous that she was going to meet another man. My cock remained pretty much erect throughout the evening but I resisted masturbating, wanting to save myself for Katie’s return.

It got to midnight and I had heard nothing from Katie; just as I was wondering whether I should call or text her, my phone beeped. ‘Goin as planned, back 2 his now, don’t wait up, have keys, will wake u’, was all the text said. I had expected her home by now but even so, knowing that she was going back to Harry’s flat, the thought of what would occur there, I didn’t mind her being late. I went to bed to wait and eventually fell asleep.

I was woken by the sound of the front door opening and closing; looking at the clock I saw it was 5 am. I heard footsteps on the stairs and then Katie came into the bedroom and turned on the lights. Just looking at her, her face flushed and make-up gone, I could tell Harry had fucked my wife. Katie smiled down at me.

“Hi honey, sorry I’m late, I fell asleep.”

She leant down and kissed me on the lips, I could immediately taste what I guessed was Harry’s cock. Katie probed my mouth with her tongue and I sucked on it, even though I realised this tongue was probably licking another man’s cock during the last few hours.

“Well, how did it go?” I asked.

“Shhh, just lie back and relax.” Katie replied, reaching into my bedside drawer and taking out a pair of handcuffs that we occasionally used for light bondage.

She took my hands and put them above my head, handcuffing me to the headboard. Standing at the side of the bed, she slipped off her dress and I could see love bites on her shoulders and on her breasts. She took off her bra, revealing her gorgeous pert breasts; my cock was harder than ever as I looked at my sexy wife.

Climbing onto the bed, just in her lacy knickers, Katie straddled me and rubbed herself against my erection. I could feel that her knickers were damp and couldn’t wait to slide myself into her wet pussy. Teasing me, she ground herself against me for a few moments as she kissed my neck and licked and sucked at my nipples. She then moved herself up my body until her lace covered pussy was above my face, her holding onto the headboard. I licked at the gusset of her knickers, tasting the dampness. I thought I must be mistaken when I tasted and smelt what I thought was cum; Katie had occasionally made me go down on her after coming inside her and I recognised a similar taste. Before I could say anything, Katie spoke.

“I’ve got a little confession to make,” she said, looking down at me. “Harry refused to wear a condom, he said he had the snip and only fucked bareback. I couldn’t say no, his cock was so big and hard.”

I was speechless but strangely, even more turned on. Just inches from my face was my wife’s pussy, full of another man’s sperm.

“You don’t mind do you?” Katie asked, “I thought maybe you’d like a fresh creampie, I think that’s what it called when a man eats cum from a well fucked pussy.”

Katie reached down and pulled her knickers to the side, revealing her shaven pussy lips. Using two fingers, she spread her lips apart and I could see white fluid inside her.

“Go on honey, taste me, trust me, Harry’s cum tastes lovely, I’ve already swallowed a full load of it.”

Hesitantly, I licked at her clit and around the entrance to her pussy but Katie wanted more. She lowered herself down onto my face, giving me no choice but to tongue her deeper. My tongue entering her seemed to open the dam and suddenly a load of thick cum flowed into my mouth, which I swallowed quickly.

“Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it babe, eat me good, suck up all of Harry’s thick spunk,” she gasped, pushing herself down onto my face. “Harry’s cock was so big and thick, bigger than yours and he fucked me four times. I hope you don’t mind but he shagged me in his car when he dropped me off so the neighbours might have noticed, they’ll know that I’ve been fucking someone else.”

I didn’t answer; I couldn’t anyway as she was almost suffocating me, making me suck her pussy clean. Despite this latest revelation, I found the potential humiliation of our neighbours knowing that Katie was a slut wife a massive turn on. Katie reached behind her and felt my stiff cock.

“You love it don’t you honey? You love that your wife acted like a dirty slut tonight and took another man’s cock. Well, get used to it, this won’t be the last time, Harry’s coming here tonight and I’m gonna fuck his black cock like there’s no tomorrow.”

This stopped me in my tracks. Black? She’d not mentioned that before now. So not only was I eating another man’s cum from my wife, but it was a black guy that’d fucked her and given her so much pleasure.

“Sorry, did I forget to mention Harry was black?” Katie said, “Believe me, it’s true what they say, black men’s cock are massive, I thought I was gonna be split in two,” she goaded me. “Come on, don’t stop, eat all that black sperm out of your wife’s dirty pussy.”

She was wanking my cock as she spoke and I just couldn’t hold out any longer. Her filthy talk, along with the filthy act that I was carrying out was too much for me and I groaned as I came, sucking hard on her clit as my own cum spurted over my stomach and Katie’s hand.

“Fuck, you are such a dirty bastard,” Katie told me, “That’s it babe, suck it up, clean my pussy so I can be Harry’s bitch again later on. Service my pussy like a good cuckold.”

Katie moved back and impaled herself on my semi erect cock, at the same time shoving three cum-covered fingers into my mouth. She pushed down hard against me, rubbing her clit against me as my cock twitched back to attention inside her soaking wet cunt.

I sucked at her fingers, eating my own cum from them as she moved them in and out of my mouth and continued her filthy commentary.

“That’s it babe, oh fuck, I’m gonna come, stick your cock deep into my dirty pussy, give me your seed.”

Katie gripped me tight, sucking hard on my neck as her orgasm ripped through her. I could feel her pussy pulsing against my hard cock as she came, her nails tearing onto my shoulders as she groaned in pleasure. I had never seen Katie have an orgasm like this, it seemed to go on forever and I could feel her nails tearing my skin, the pain just adding to the experience. This was all too much for me and I came again, which was a surprise even for me, so soon after the last time.

My cock throbbed as I spurted inside her, mixing my own cum with whatever of Harry’s that lay deep inside her pussy. Katie egged me on, desperate for a fifth load of creamy sperm inside her.

“Oh yeah, fuck your cum up me, that’s it honey, fill up your slutty wife.”

As we both came down from our orgasms, Katie rolled off me, lying next to me and idly fingering her messy pussy.

“Enjoy?” she asked, “You’ve hardly spoken since I got home.”

“Well, I hardly got the chance did I?” I responded, smiling at her and kissing her, “Considering I had a mouthful of your pussy and some black guy’s cum! How come you forgot to mention that?”

Katie smiled back at me, but I could tell she was holding something back. “What is it?” I asked, “There’s something else you’ve not told me.”

Initially, Katie avoided the question, releasing me from the handcuffs. Then she lay back down next to me and stroked my now flaccid cock.

“Erm, well, I hope you don’t mind but I told Harry all about your fantasy, he knows that you know I was with him tonight.”

“You’re joking?”

Part 2

It turned out that Katie had told Harry all about me; that I had willingly let her go out and meet him, waiting home for her to come back. Apparently he had really enjoyed fucking a slut wife, knowing that she would be going home to her knowing husband, full of his cum. In fact, that was why he had insisted on fucking her in the car when he had parked outside our house to drop her off, just so she would be freshly laden with his seed.

“Harry says he can’t wait to fuck me again, but he wants you to be watching this time as I take his big black cock up inside my cunt.”

It was mid morning, we had slept for a few hours and Katie had woken up full of spirits. Harry was going to be visiting our house at 8 pm and Katie couldn’t wait; it seemed that overnight she had turned into a complete cock whore, desperate to be fucked by Harry’s cock again. Admittedly, it really turned me on, while I was a little nervous about meeting Harry, the thought of watching my beautiful wife succumb to a black cock really got me going and I was actually looking forward to his visit.

“You’re okay with this aren’t you?” Katie asked me as she got ready to go into town for new clothes. “I just wanna look nice for you both; I wouldn’t want to disappoint my new lover.”

Every time she mentioned this my cock twitched and grew hard. Katie went out into town and came back with a short black dress, stockings and suspenders to match. As she showed me them, she told me how Harry wanted her to be his white bitch and that when he was with her, I was just a toy to play with; that he was her man and I was just the clean-up boy. She told me that for the evening he was her husband, he was the man who owned her and I was to do as I was told, like a ‘good little boy’.

Before today I would never have thought I would be like this, but all I wanted was to see my wife being fucked by someone else, this stranger. The more she talked about it the hornier I became, in my head I visualised her being impaled on a massive black cock and when he filled her up with his potent sperm, burying my head between her legs and sucking it all out.

Katie received a few text messages from Harry but refused to let me see them; all she would say was that Harry was giving her instructions for the evening and that it was a surprise. I was even more nervous now, wondering what they were planning, but somehow the humiliation of being cuckolded by my wife continued to keep me horny and looking forward to the evening’s events, whatever they were.

Fifteen minutes before Harry was due to arrive, Katie came downstairs and she looked stunning.

“What do you think?” she asked, posing in the doorway of the lounge.

“You look gorgeous babe, dunno how long you’ll keep those clothes on though!”

Katie poured herself a drink, no doubt to calm her own nerves and we chatted in the kitchen. “You still okay with this?” she asked me, “Looking forward to seeing me be fucked?”

“I can’t wait,” I replied, “Do you think he’ll be comfortable with me there?”

“Don’t you worry, Harry will be fine. One thing he doesn’t lack is confidence.”

“No wonder, if his cock’s as big as you said.”

Katie downed the last of her glass of wine and smiled at me, “You’ll soon see,” she said, “Now, follow me.”

Katie led me upstairs and into the bedroom. She had taken the pillows off the bed and covered it with a black latex sheet. “Clothes off and lie on your back,” she instructed me. I did as she asked, wondering what she was up to but my stiff cock gave away the fact that I was enjoying being given orders.

Once I was lying down, Katie tied my hands above my head, securing them to the headboard. The feeling of the latex against my back and legs just made me hornier and my cock was sticking straight up, hard as a rock. Katie leant down and licked at my helmet, sucking on it for a few seconds.

“There, just think, the next cock in my mouth isn’t gonna be yours,” she teased me. “Oh, by the way, Harry has told me that when he arrives I’m to snog him on the doorstep, in full view of any neighbours who might be watching. He wants everyone to know that your wife is shagging a black man.”

As turned on as I was, I was unsure about this; the last thing I wanted was the neighbours talking about us behind our backs. “Honey, maybe that’s not a great idea, you know what this neighbourhoods like, we’ll be the talk of the street.”

“Hey, this is what you wanted isn’t it? You love it really, look at the size of your cock, it’s bigger than I’ve ever seen it. Now just lie there and wait, he’ll be here soon and then you can watch me taking his black cock up here,” she said, lifting her dress and showing me her pussy, covered in a sexy pair of black satin knickers. “Or maybe here,” she added, turning around to show her tight little ass.

Anal? Katie had never let me fuck her ass, the nearest I got was rimming her occasionally, but as soon as I tried anything more, she would always stop me. I was about to say something but Katie put her finger to my lips, “Shhh, just wait and see okay, maybe I’ll let him take my anal virginity, maybe I’ll let you.”

I heard a car pull up outside and Katie went to the window. “He’s here,” she said and kissing me on the lips, she headed out of the room and downstairs. The doorbell rang and I heard the door open; it was about thirty seconds later when it shut and I assumed that Katie had done as Harry asked and stood with him on the doorstep, letting half the street see what was going on.

I laid on the bed for about twenty minutes, the whole time wondering what was going on downstairs. I didn’t have a clue what was going to happen, whether I was going to get to see Katie being fucked by Harry or whether I would be joining in, I just lay helpless, waiting and hoping they would come upstairs. Minutes later, I heard movement on the stairs and Katie came into the room, her face flushed and lipstick smudged. Leading him by the hand, Harry followed her. He was taller than me, good looking and well built; no wonder Katie fancied him so much.

Without saying a word, Katie came straight over to me and leant down to kiss me, as I responded she opened her mouth and suddenly my own mouth was full of sticky cum. We kissed passionately, swapping the creamy fluid between our mouths until Katie stood back up and I swallowed what was left.

“Harry, this is Scott. Scott, Harry,” she said by way of introductions, “As you can see, he loves your cum as much as I do!”

Harry nodded at me and to be honest, I felt a little embarrassed; tied to the bed, my cock standing to attention and looking at my wife stood next to a handsome black guy who’s cock she had just sucked, and who’s cum I had just eaten.

“So this is your wimpy husband?” Harry said, looking down at me, “He must be mad wanting to share you but I ain’t complaining.” I watched as Harry groped Katie’s tits and they kissed each other, their tongues probing each others mouths.

I watched as they kissed and stripped each others clothes off. Katie kept her stockings, suspenders and black heels on, while Harry was totally naked. His cock was solid and I had never seen one so big; I couldn’t believe Katie had managed to take it in her pussy and had even considered squeezing that monster into her ass.

“Okay Scott, as of now, you do exactly what you are told and enjoy the show, okay?” said Katie and I just nodded in acknowledgement. “For the rest of the night, I am Harry’s, and so are you.”

This last comment both surprised and concerned me. “What do you mean, I’m his?”

“Oh, sorry honey, I must have forgot to mention,” Katie smiled wickedly, “Harry likes fucking ass, and he doesn’t care whose, just so long as it’s tight. I know mine is, what about yours?”

“Whoa,” I said, straining at my restraints, “I never agreed to this.”

“Scott, you DID agree to this, now just be quiet or I’ll be getting the ball-gag out,” Katie seemed serious so I just decided to do as she said, not wanting to be gagged.

Katie climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs, spreading them as far as they would go. I watched as she took my cock in her mouth and started to blow me, but was shocked to see Harry kneel up on the bed, next to my head and his cock bouncing just inches from my lips.

“Suck my cock bitch!” Harry demanded, “Suck my cock just like your whore wife did five minutes ago.”

I looked down at Katie, my cock in her mouth and she nodded her approval. Taking my cock from her mouth, she addressed me. “Go on cucky, suck my lovers cock like a good little bitch.”

I had never had any bisexual urges before, but this black cock prodding at my lips was too much to resist and I opened wide, taking the head and as much length of Harry’s cock into mouth as I could.

I have to admit, I loved it. Sucking this massive cock, pre-cum leaking from it while my wife sucked at my own cock, it was heavenly and I realised there and then that I wanted more, I wanted this big cock to abuse me, I wanted it to rip me open if necessary, to fuck my virgin ass. I couldn’t believe my own thoughts; less than a day ago I would never have even entertained the thought of having sex with another man, but faced with this beautiful cock, all I wanted was to please it, to please Harry and be his male bitch.

Looking up at Harry, I begged him to pleasure me with his cock. “Please fuck me, stick your cock up my ass.”

Katie interrupted, “No way, he has my ass first. Harry’s a real man and wants to fuck a real woman, isn’t that right lover?”

“Oh yeah, I’m so gonna fuck your wife’s ass,” gasped Harry, motioning for Katie to move over me in a 69 position. I was then treated to one of the most horny sights I have ever witnessed; Katie’s pussy was pressed against my mouth while I sucked at her clit, watching as Harry pushed the head of his bulbous cock against her tight little ass. His cock, wet with my own saliva, slid into her, causing her to groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her ass being violated for the first time.

I wanted to reach up and grab Harry’s ass, to help push him into my wife but the restraints stopped me. Katie moaned in pleasure as his length slid into her, pushing back against him, making me have to move to lick at her soaking wet pussy.

“That’s it lover, fuck my ass, push your massive cock inside me,” Katie breathed, “Come on baby, fuck my ass, fill my tight hole with your thick spunk.”

Harry began thrusting in and out of Katie’s ass, his smooth balls rubbing against my face as he did so.

“Lick his balls Scott, go on, coax his sperm into my ass,” Katie said, looking at me between her legs, “That’s right, be a good little bitch for us.”

Katie had my cock back in her mouth and I could feel her groaning against it as Harry invaded her ass. I licked at his swollen balls, taking one and then the other into my mouth. Harry’s cock was impaled deep in Katie’s ass, he groaned in pleasure at the attention of my tongue.

“Fuck, you two are fucking dirty bastards,” he gasped, “That’s it boy, suck my balls, serve your black master.”

Harry remained still for a few moments while I sucked on his sack and then began pounding into Katie’s tight hole; I watched as his cock went in and out of her, licking at her soaking pussy and then at his balls as they dragged across my face. Katie had stopped sucking on my cock, her head was buried into my lap as she endured the hard fucking she was getting.

“Go on Harry, fuck my wife’s ass, fill her with that cock of yours,” I egged him on, “Give her your cum, fuck it up her ass.”

Katie’s movements quickened and I knew she was about to have an orgasm. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, that’s it babe, stick it in deep, fuck I’m coming!” Katie pushed backwards and down, getting all of Harry’s length inside her and my tongue deep in her pussy. I could taste her juices as they flowed into my mouth; I sucked eagerly at her opening, wanting everything she had to offer, drinking up her pussy fluids.

“Oh fuck, yeah, I’m gonna cum, take it you fucking bitch!” cried Harry, slamming his cock deep up my wife. His balls tightened and I knew that she was getting a full load of his spunk in her bowels.

Katie moaned in pleasure, grinding her ass back against Harry’s black cock, teasing every last drop of his cum out of him. Harry’s cock began to soften and he pulled it slowly out of her, leaving her ass gaping wide.

“Feed it to him Katie, make him eat your new boyfriend’s cum out of your dirty ass.”

Harry moved and lay next to me, watching as Katie knelt up, repositioning her ass over my mouth. I delved into it with my tongue and was rewarded straight away with a mouthful of his thick cum. Katie pushed down onto me and I sucked at her gaping hole, sucking out and swallowing all of the musky tasting sperm from her ass.

“Eat my ass,” moaned Katie, “Clean my dirty ass of all his cum.”

I could see that Katie and Harry were now snogging above me, I had definitely become the clean up boy, having not even had an orgasm myself. They seemed intent on just their own pleasure but I didn’t care, I just wanted to get every last drop of Harry’s creamy cum out of my wife’s used hole. Harry was fingering her clit at the same time and Katie came again, I could feel her ass tensing against my tongue as the orgasm took her.

“I’m coming again,” she cried out, “Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it babe, suck my ass, lick up his spunk!”

I did as I was told and slowly, Katie climbed off me, leaving me lying on my back with cum over my lips and smeared over my face. Leaning down, Katie kissed me and then licked around my mouth, clearing up the remains of Harry’s fluids.

“Mmm, lucky boy, told you he tasted nice didn’t I?” she said, smiling.

I just lay back and watched as Harry kissed Katie again and then got off the bed. He started to get dressed and looked down at me.

“Sorry but you’ll have to wait to get a piece of this,” he said, tucking his cock into his underwear. “I’ve got to meet my girlfriend in an hour and I wanna save some for her.”

Looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face, Katie made a suggestion, “Well, I’m sure you don’t want to go to your girlfriend with a cock tasting of my ass? I’m sure Scott would be willing to clean you up…?”

Harry laughed, “Okay, may as well make the most of a willing mouth while I can,” he said, undoing his jeans and pulling out his soft, but still large, cock. He knelt on the bed next to me and I opened my mouth as he fed his cock into it. I sucked and licked at him, tasting Katie’s ass off him, he actually began to get hard again but pulled away.

“No way, that’s it, I’m going,” he said, doing up his trousers. “Want me to call you?” he said, addressing Katie.

“Oh yes,” she replied, “Scott needs to experience what I just did and I can’t wait to see it.”

“Okay, well I’ll call you tomorrow,” Harry replied and fixing himself, he left the room and I heard him go out the front door seconds later.

Katie knelt over me, untying my hands. “Enjoy?” she said.

“You know I did,” I replied, “You?”

Katie smiled down at me, “Loved it, but not as much as I’m gonna love watching Harry fuck your ass next time.”

Source: Literotica: Loving Wives: Cuckolded!

Thomas rose from the bed, removing his fingers from my wife’s wet slit, and walked over to me. “I think we’ll let you have one last taste of your wife’s sweet pussy before she gets filled by her first black cock,” he said as he extended his hand to my face. I smelled the unmistakable odor of Kim’s excitement on his shiny, wet fingers. Thomas slipped two of the long digits into my mouth, and I sucked her juices from his hand. “That’s the last time she’s ever gonna taste like that,” he told me. “From now on, every time she lets you lick her pussy, you’re gonna taste the flavor of cum from the last black man who fucked her. Now I want you to watch while I pump her full of her first load.”

With that, Thomas turned toward the bed, where Kim was now crouched on her hands and knees. Her pussy and her ass were fully exposed, and were pointing right at me. From my low angle on the floor I could see her distended lips dripping with lubrication as Thomas moved into position, placing the covered head of his large erection against her swollen sex. Kim groaned with pleasure as he slid the head along her opening, stroking it firmly against her clit, then sliding back into position for entry. His foreskin slid back and forth with his movements, alternately exposing and covering the head. The massive, dark organ pushed slowly, but firmly into her vagina, spreading the lips widely as it penetrated my wife. I could see his ass muscles tighten as he pushed deeper. Kim was starting to lose it, and was pushing back with her ass to take him in. She started coming when he had about half of the shaft inside her, and her bucking motion caused her cunt to shove hard against the base of his cock, taking him balls deep. She let out a shriek as he hit bottom in her pussy. Her arms collapsed, pressing her breasts into the bed while Thomas began deep stroking her cunt. With each thrust, Kim’s nipples rubbed against the sheets, adding to the tidal wave of sensations that were sending her over the edge. My wife was now coming continuously. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body was a limp rag, and her cunt was flowing like a river as Thomas pounded incessantly into her.

After what seemed forever, Thomas’s sweating body began to tense up, his shoulders and thigh muscles tightening with his impending orgasm. With a mighty thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, wrapping his arms tightly around Kim’s torso, and pressing his heaving chest into her back. The cheeks of his ass clenched, released, and clenched again as he pumped my wife’s pussy full of his semen. Then he collapsed upon her, thoroughly drained. I could see that both of them were breathing heavily, their backs rising and falling as they lay there together. Gradually, Thomas’s cock began to soften. As it did so, he slid his body backwards, pulling the still-swollen organ from Kim’s ravaged pussy. He stood and stepped toward Grant and me. Now it was my turn to taste cock for the first time.

Thomas moved to where his hanging dick was directly in front of my nose as I turned to face him. The familiar aroma of Kim’s excitement that coated his organ was tempered by the masculine odors of Thomas’s crotch and the sweat that was running down his body. The gathering of loose skin that was again covering his glans oozed their combined secretions, a silken thread of fluid ending in a milky drop of what had to be his semen hanging from the foreskin. “Get that,” he commanded me.

I extended my tongue, and caught the dripping liquid, lifting my face to collect the entire string. I slurped it into my mouth. Thomas move to the same position that Tony had taken before, but this time I was presented with a cock instead of an ass to clean. I began licking tentatively at the hang of foreskin, cleaning off the combination of Kim’s and Thomas’s juices. I could hear Grant’s tongue as he began to lick the crack of Thomas’s black ass. As I became a little more accustomed to the idea that I was going to suck this black man’s dick clean whether I wanted to or not, I found myself getting past my initial reluctance, and decided that the taste was not so bad.

The texture of his cock was fascinating on my tongue, especially the foreskin that was so new to me. I wrapped my lips around his still-impressive girth, and sucked the surface of the shaft until it was clean. Then I ran my tongue up underneath the skin to lick his cockhead. The flavor was more intense here where the fluids had been trapped. I tasted more of his semen than of Kim’s pussy. I even sucked out another small drop of his cum directly from the slit that was hidden beneath that skin. When I felt that the slippery secretions had been thoroughly cleaned from Thomas’s cock, both inside and out, I released the organ from my mouth, and moved lower to do the same to his scrotum.

As I was unable to lift the flaccid penis to get to all of his loose-hanging sac, I was forced to nudge my way there by using my nose. The manly odors seemed to be strongest at the juncture of his cock and balls, and I found this strangely exciting. I lapped at his balls until I could taste only his sweat, then he grabbed my head and moved my mouth back to the tip of his cock. He pulled me to him, slipping the length of the shaft inside my mouth, and held me there. A moment later, my mouth began to fill with his acrid piss. The sudden sensation caused me to jerk away, but Thomas held my head fast to his crotch, and continued to void himself into me. I had no choice but to swallow, and the act forced a little of the liquid to run from the corners of my mouth until my throat opened again to receive more of his golden offering. I could smell his sweating body, his cock, and his balls while I tasted his hot piss flowing over my tongue and down my throat. When I thought I could take no more, the flow ebbed, and I took his last few spurts before he pulled back to look at the shameless cocksucker I had become.

When he finally moved out from in between Grant and me, my wife was still lying on the bed, staring with obvious excitement at sight of her loving husband, who had just sucked clean and then drunk the piss from the black cock that had just given her the most exciting fuck of her life. Her legs were raised to prevent the loss of Thomas’s seed from her cunt, while her hand stroked the lengthening cock of what I assumed was going to be the next black man to make my wife’s pussy his own.

Chapter 7

I watched Kim spread her legs invitingly to this next young man, and he moved between them, positioning his cock to impale her on his rod. I knew he would soon be depositing the second of many loads of black sperm inside my wife’s womb. Meanwhile, having just taken her second load, Grant’s wife rolled breathlessly off of her latest lover. He stood and took his turn between the bound white husbands, giving me another chance to bury my face in a hot, sweaty, muscular, young, black ass. When both of us had sucked and licked him clean, and after Grant had swallowed his piss, he knelt down beside us, and pulled our faces into his armpits to lick them clean as well.

Things followed this pattern for what seemed like a couple of hours, until each of the women had been thoroughly fucked, taking five loads of cum each in their pussies. The black men had all been cleaned – front and rear – by the two husbands, and Grant and I had each swallowed the piss of five men. Thomas and his brothers were watching the whole spectacle while enjoying their cold malt liquor. Several of the young men were already beginning to stroke their recovering hard-ons. After Grant and I completed our duties on Kim’s last lover, Monica announced that it was now time for us to clean up our wives before they each took on the guys they had not yet fucked.

First, Thomas removed the alligator clips from one nipple on each of us. The sudden restoration of blood flow to my left nipple made it feel like it was on fire. Thomas then rearranged the clips so that he clipped to my left nipple the clamp that was attached to the chain leading to my right nipple. The same was done to Grant, and both of us grimaced and groaned with the agony. The two of us were then pulled apart from each other, and our wrist cuffs were separated from behind our backs. Thomas laid me on the floor on my back, with my hands extended above my head, where the wrist cuffs were then rejoined around the bottom of the post at the foot of the bed. Grant was laid out in a similar fashion, with his wrists cuffed around the other footpost. The cords still connecting our bound balls to our bound ankles forced us to keep our knees bent and raised.

Thomas then helped Kim off the bed, and placed her on all fours. Her legs and outstretched arms straddled my body so that her swollen, wet cunt was poised directly over my face. I could see cum smeared all around her lips and dripping down the insides of her thighs. Her anus was also covered with cum that had been forced from her pussy as each cock had been thrust deeply inside her. I licked up the trails of semen that trickled down her thighs as my wife slowly lowered her sodden snatch to my mouth. She held herself just high enough above my mouth that, by craning my neck, I was able to swipe my tongue over her asshole, and clean the globs of sperm that had gathered there. Kim then planted her cunt firmly on my open mouth, and I slipped my tongue inside.

With my nose nestled in the cleft of her ass, I inhaled the by now familiar aroma of man-sweat deposited there from the balls and crotches of five young black men as they fucked my own wife. As my tongue wormed its way inside Kim’s distended lips, I tasted the combined juices from all five of those men. My wife had cum so much herself that the scent and taste of her arousal were still very evident, but the bitter flavor of semen was almost overpowering. I lapped up the cum that was now beginning to flow from Kim’s pussy, and I felt her squirm and tense above my face. She arched her back, and pushed down, and it felt like she had opened the floodgates. My mouth was inundated with a river of cum that poured from deep inside my wife’s pussy. I swallowed again and again, but the semen kept filling my mouth. It coated my tongue and seeped into every corner of my mouth with its sticky, slimy texture. I kept licking and swallowing for what felt like forever, but finally I swallowed the last of it. I was just beginning to relax my tired tongue and throat muscles when my mouth began to fill again, but with a decidedly different flavor and texture. Kim had apparently decided that, if I could drink the piss from her lovers, then I could drink hers as well. I managed to swallow most of her golden liquid, losing only a small amount as I gulped down the rest.

Chapter 8

I lay on the floor, catching my breath after Kim raised her now clean crotch from my face. I turned my head toward where my friend Grant was lying, and I saw that he was taking just a bit longer to complete his clean-up duties than I had. I watched his body tense up, and saw his throat pulse as he swallowed Monica’s hot piss. I noticed that his bound, purplish cock was as erect as ever, and still dripping with pre-cum that now formed a small pool on his belly. I realized – and a quick glance confirmed – that my own cock was still in a similar state. I also realized that my bladder was becoming quite full after I had consumed so much fluid in the last – what was it? – two or three hours.

I asked Kim if I could be released to use the toilet, as I really needed to take a piss. She merely laughed, and told me to hold it. She said I was not allowed to piss until I had earned that privilege. Hearing our discussion, Monica asked Grant – who was now able to breathe again – if he needed to piss as well. She pressed her hand on his abdomen, causing Grant to pull his knees up in a reflexive manner. She then laughed and said the same rules applied to him. She made him lick his own pre-cum off of her fingers where they had gotten wet when she had pressed against his belly.

“Actually,” Monica said to Kim, “I think we might be able to relieve some of the pressure on the boys here, for a little while, at least. I’m sure those plugs up their asses are making it a bit harder to hold their water.”

Kim said that sounded like a good idea, so each woman grabbed the base of the plug that was firmly embedded in her husband’s rectum. Kim pulled the plug outward with a steady pressure, stretching my anal opening wide as the plug began to exit my body. The feeling was so similar to the act of taking a dump that my bladder involuntarily reacted by squeezing a small amount of urine up my urethra. Luckily, I was able to clamp down quickly enough to prevent a full flow from beginning, and the liquid simply thinned the stream of pre-cum that was already flowing from my cock. The act of clamping down also forced the plug from my anus. Kim remarked that the vibrating had all but stopped, so I must have worn out the batteries. Monica examined the warm plug she had extracted from her husband’s ass, and agreed that we had just about outlasted the Energizers.

He removal of the butt plug DID accord me some relief from the pressure on my bladder, although I was still feeling awfully full. I looked over at Grant, and saw that Monica was running her finger over his asshole. “We’ll see that this gets some more attention later on,” she told her husband. “Right now, though, it’s time I got my own ass stretched a bit. I think I’ll give you a good view of things this time – up close, and very personal!” With that, Monica resumed her squatting position over Grant’s face, then leaned forward so that she was on all fours with her clit poised directly above his mouth. I watched as Thomas moved into a kneeling position behind Monica, and began to rub the tip of his hard organ against her anal pucker. He slid the swollen head up and down the crack of Monica’s ass, and I could see the loose skin covering his cock move back and forth over the hard shaft. His balls were hanging practically in Grant’s eyes, and they rubbed across his nose with each upstroke. Then, just as Thomas began to press the head firmly against Monica’s asshole, my view was blocked by my wife’s thigh as she knelt over my face, straddling my head with her knees.

I looked up to find her pussy being lowered, once again, to my mouth. Behind her I could see what appeared to be Tony aiming his thick, dark erection at Kim’s anus. He began to rub his cockhead against the tight opening, wetting it with his own lubrication in preparation for taking my wife anally. I could not believe that this huge cock was going to fit inside Kim’s snug rear passage, and that I was going to be viewing this assault at point-blank range. Kim pushed her hardening clit against my lips while Tony continued to slicken her sphincter with his juices. I licked the length of her pussy, feeling Tony’s scrotum against my nose as I stretched to reach the hindmost part of her slit. I could smell and taste her increasing excitement.

Kim abruptly pulled forward, breaking contact with Tony’s cock. A thin string of juice dripped from the tip of his prick onto my lips. “I think you’re going to have to help me get ready for this big dick,” Kim said to me. With that, she lowered her asshole to my mouth. I began licking around her anal opening. I had done this many times before, but this time I could taste the precum of another man along with the flavor of my wife’s ass. I wet the outside thoroughly, then forced my tongue inside the hole, which was beginning to spasm slightly with Kim’s anticipation. I coated the part of her anal passage that I could reach with saliva until I could feel her ring start to relax a bit.

Kim then raised her hips again, pulling away from my probing tongue. Tony took advantage of the opportunity to slide his dripping cockhead over my extended tongue, and into my mouth. I licked his cock until the head was completely covered with a combination of my saliva and his lubrication. He withdrew from my mouth, and again took aim at my wife’s ass. Kim pushed her hips back toward the probing head, lowering her cunt to my mouth in the process. I slathered my tongue between her lips while I watched my wife’s ass open for Tony’s fat, black tool. I could taste Kim’s flowing pussy secretions, and smell the unmistakable aromas of her asshole and his balls at the same time. My nose was forced into the juncture of his cock and Kim’s anus while my mouth worked on her juicing slit. Tony’s heavy balls draped across my brow as he forced more and more of his cock into my wife’s tight ass. He gave a final thrust, and sank balls-deep into her stretched opening while I watched from only inches away. Faintly, I could hear my wife moaning at the sensation of being totally filled. Her pussy was now practically gushing into my mouth.

Tony held his cock completely imbedded in Kim’s ass for a minute or so. Then he began to pull it slowly out. It seemed as though the huge organ was going to pull her anal passage inside out. When he had extracted about half of his meat from her ass, he thrust forward again, pushing until his balls slipped across my nose, and were mashed against her smooth vulva. After a few more slow strokes, Tony started fucking my wife more vigorously. I could tell from the way she was moving her hips that she was seriously getting into this. Tony’s pumping motions caused his balls to begin swinging in their loose scrotal sac. They would brush my face with each backstroke, and slam into Kim’s pussy as he rammed his cock home. I began tonguing his balls whenever they made contact with Kim’s wet pussy, and even managed to lick his shaft a bit as it pulled out of her asshole.

Then Kim shifted her body again so that her asshole was presented to Tony for the deepest penetration possible. I concentrated on sucking and nibbling her erect clitoris while she seemed to get more and more out of control. She began to spasm with one orgasm after another, flooding my face with her cum, while Tony continued to thrust his huge dick powerfully into her asshole. Finally, he buried himself in her anus, and held it there while I watched him pump his semen deep into my wife’s bowels.

After a few minutes of trying to catch their breath, my wife slid forward, expelling Tony’s softening cock from her anus. Knowing what was expected of me, I opened my mouth to receive his organ for cleaning. Fresh from her hot asshole, Tony’s cock was covered with his slimy cum. It smeared on my lips as I took him in, and he even managed one last pulse of cum directly onto my tongue. The taste of both his cum and my wife’s asshole was overwhelming. I ran my lips and tongue over his swollen meat until I had removed every drop of cum from its surface. As soon as I had swallowed all of the slime I could find, Tony released a torrent of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down until the stream slowed, at which point Tony pulled his dick from my mouth, squirting the last few shots of piss across my face and chest.

After Tony stood, I looked at my wife, who was still on her hands and knees, straddling my torso. Her anal ring was swollen, and white smears of cum coated the area between her anus and her pussy. As she began to slide her ass back toward my face, I tried craning my neck so that I could lick the cream from her asshole. Before I could reach her with my tongue, however, another long black cock appeared above me. This guy rubbed the head of his erect organ in the globs of cum that I was trying to reach, lubricating himself for my wife’s next anal penetration. Since Kim had not slid all the way back to my face, my view of this assfuck was blocked by her new lover’s body. All I could really see was his anus as he positioned himself to shove his cock into Kim’s back passage. I could feel the huge ballsac that was dangling on my open mouth, so I extended my tongue for a taste. As I licked the front side of the sweaty scrotal skin, I felt him thrust forward, siding his balls the across length of my tongue, and slamming his cock firmly into Kim’s ass. From this vantage point, I could easily see him clenching his butt muscles with each thrust as he began fucking my wife in earnest. I tilted my head back, and found that I could reach his musky anal ring with my tongue. By now, Kim was apparently thrusting her ass back to meet each of his strokes. The additional weight forced his ass downward onto my face. My nose was completely buried in the cleft between his muscular cheeks as my tongue played across the puckered opening. I felt his asshole begin to spasm with his arousal, although I’m not sure whether this was a reaction to my licking or to the hot asshole that was sliding up and down his cock. Regardless of the cause, I took advantage of the flexing action of his sphincter, and slid my tongue into his rectum. The spasming seemed to increase immediately. Of course, I had had my tongue buried in his asshole earlier, but this time he was in the throes of fucking my wife, so his reaction was much more pronounced. I could feel his pucker relax and tighten with each stroke, and he started to press his ass ever more firmly onto my mouth. Finally, with my tongue deep in his asshole, I felt him give a final lunge. His sphincter clamped down hard on my tongue, and I felt each pulse of his body as he pumped jet after jet of hot semen into Kim’s body.

When he finally relaxed, he slid backwards to feed me his spent cock for cleaning. I sucked the juices from his shaft, then swallowed the piss chaser before he stood up, only to have yet another black cock take up position behind my wife’s now gaping anus. This continued until Kim had taken a load from the remaining three of our guests. Her final lover seemed to last forever before unloading his seed from his fat, uncut tool. When he was done, I again sucked his cock clean, taking the time to lick thoroughly under the foreskin before swallowing his hot load of urine. He stood, and I looked down at my wife’s open anus, from which a steady trickle of semen was now dripping.

Kim again slid backwards toward my face, and planted her ass firmly on my mouth. I licked the stream of cum that had leaked out, swabbing my tongue across her sensitive perineum to her asshole. As I began to ream her anal ring, the sphincter muscle contracted, and began to spasm. I sealed my lips around the puckered opening, sucking and licking up the seed that I found there. With each spasm, a bit more of the tangy goo seeped from her rectum to be sucked up by my mouth. With the assistance of a couple of the young black men, Kim raised herself to sit upright on my face. I felt her body tense as she began to bear down with her abdominal muscles. Her anus tightened against my seeking tongue, then squirted an enormous amount of sticky male cum directly into my mouth. I swallowed quickly as she forced several more jets of sperm onto my tongue, flooding my mouth completely with the pungent slime. When she had deposited the last of her lovers’ seed, I slid my tongue into her rectum to clean out any remaining traces, sucking hard as I did so, to be sure I got it all.

At last, Thomas and one of his brothers helped Kim up. They stood over me as I lay there gasping. With every deep breath, my senses were assaulted with an unbelievably arousing mixture of odors: hot black cocks, well-fucked cunts, male and female assholes, cum, piss, my own sweat, my wife’s familiar perspiration, and the sweaty aroma of a roomful of muscular, young black men, hot from the exertion of repeatedly fucking the wives of my best friend and myself. Kim and Monica both looked exhausted, their bodies drenched with sweat, and their vulvas swollen front and rear. Grant lay on the floor, also gasping for breath. His sweat- and piss-covered chest was heaving, and he appeared to be in some discomfort. He looked up at his wife, and said “Honey, I need to piss something awful.”

Chapter 9

It was then that I was reminded how full my own bladder had become. I looked down toward where my aching cock still pulsed in full erection, and noticed that my belly was swollen outward beneath the purple head. I looked up at Kim with a pleading expression, and both women just laughed. “I guess the two of you need some relief, then,” said Monica. “Let’s see which one of you needs what kind of relief, and who needs it the most.”

Monica then leaned down, and released the cuffs from Grant’s wrists. I hoped that my wife would do the same for me, but instead, she walked to the refrigerator, and poured two large glasses of wine. She handed one to her friend, and together, they helped Grant up to a sitting position. He grimaced with the added pressure on his bladder. “Let’s have a contest,” suggested Monica to Kim. “I think we’ll let one of them cum, and the other one can piss, but it is going to be up to the two of them to determine which one gets to do what. I guess it would be a good idea to get those cockrings off of them first.”

Kim leaned over to unsnap the leather strap that encircled the base of my erect organ while Monica did the same for her husband. Monica then positioned Grant on his hands and knees, and told him to crawl over to me, and straddle my body so that we were in the sixty-nine position. My friend moved, somewhat gingerly, into the position ordered by his wife. In this position, the cord that still bound his balls to his ankle bindings pulled his scrotum so tightly that it forced his cock to point straight down at my mouth. I could smell the wet head of his excited penis underneath the folds of skin that enveloped it. Meanwhile, my own hard cock was sticking up in his face.

“OK, now boys, here are the rules: The two of you are going to suck each other until one – and ONLY one – of you comes in the other’s mouth. The minute the first one gets his rocks off, he must stop sucking on the other one. The one who takes the other’s load must swallow all of it. If you successfully swallow the entire load, and lick your friend’s cock completely clean, then you will be allowed to piss to your heart’s content.”

“Now here is the downside of being the first one to come,” Monica continued. “After you finish feeding your load of semen to your best friend, you will take his cock into your mouth again, and allow him to fill you with his hot piss. Just as he swallowed your load, you will swallow every drop of his piss. That will leave one of you still building up to a bad case of blue balls, and the other with his belly full of the piss from everyone in this room. You can start now.”

I felt Grant’s hot mouth envelop my dick as I took his into my own mouth. As urgently as I needed to relieve my bladder, I was sure I could make his cock shoot first. I pushed his foreskin back with my lips, and started licking furiously at the underside of his exposed head. The flavor of the precum that had been trapped underneath the extra skin coated my tongue, adding a slightly sweet character to the aftertaste that was left from the load of semen I had sucked from Kim’s ass. At the same time, I could not ignore the sensation of Grant’s mouth and tongue on my own cock. As he sucked, his head was pushing against my knees, causing the cords around my ankles to yank downward on my balls. Suddenly, my friend took unfair advantage of the fact that his hands were free. I felt his finger rub lightly over my anal opening, which caused me to clench my sphincter in an involuntary response. The additional stimulation generated a feeling deep inside my groin that I knew I could not control for long.

I redoubled my efforts at licking Grant’s thick organ, hoping to push him over the edge first. Then I felt his finger begin to push slowly inside my ass. As hard as I tried to expel the probing digit, he kept forcing it deeper into my rectum. When he made contact with my prostate, I lost control altogether, and came violently inside my best friend’s mouth. My ass closed tightly around his finger as my cock swelled and jerked against Grant’s tongue. I released his cock from my own mouth as I dropped my head back to the floor, crying out loudly with the intensity of my orgasm. I felt Grant’s throat muscles convulsing as he struggled to contain the seemingly endless quantity of semen that was being pumped into his mouth. He swallowed as I continued to spray my seed, until at last my spasms stopped.

I felt the finger slip gently out of my anus while Grant used his tongue to clean the remnants of my orgasm from my softening cock. As I regained my senses, it dawned on me that, although I had relieved the tension in my balls, I had essentially lost the contest. My bladder was still aching for release, but I would now be forced to double the pressure on it by acting as a human urinal for my friend.

“Well, it looks like we have a winner,” came my wife’s voice. “Will Grant be able to pee with a hard-on?” In answer to her question, Grant lowered his still-swollen cock to my lips, and pushed the head into my mouth. I felt the opening at the tip swell slightly, and almost immediately a hot river of urine erupted onto my tongue. I swallowed the acrid liquid as quickly as I could, but there was no way I could keep up with the torrent. With each gulp, a bit of his warm piss spilled over my lips, running down my cheeks and over my chin. I was afraid that the flow would never end. It seemed to last forever. Finally, it slowed, and I was able to swallow without losing any more of it. When he finished with the last powerful spurts, I licked the remaining drops from his slit, and released his penis from my mouth.

“My God! He’s still hard!” exclaimed Kim. “I suppose he really needs to cum by now. Why don’t we reward him for winning the contest by letting him have a good fuck?” she suggested.

“My thoughts, exactly,” replied her friend. “You said you wanted to see how well he can use that fat cock of his, so let’s let him demonstrate his ability for you.” The women maneuvered Grant to a kneeling position on the floor. He was facing me with his knees against my asscheeks, his hard cock jutting out above my upturned perineum. In this position, my feet were pressed against his upper chest, which caused the cord attached to my scrotum to pull taut. When he moved to aim the partly covered head of his organ at my asshole, his chest pushed my feet upward. The pressure on my balls was painful, but stimulating.

I felt the slick head of Grant’s penis begin to force its way past my anal ring. After the reaming my hole had received from the vibrator, followed by Grant’s finger fuck a few minutes before, my ass was actually aching for another penetration. My friend seemed to take pity on me, and eased the shaft slowly into my body. When he was fully embedded, I could feel the coarse hair at the base of his cock brushing against my crack. Amazingly, I could not feel his balls against my ass. He pulled back out a bit, then started a slow fucking motion, the head sensuously stroking my prostate as it moved back and forth. “Come on, now, honey, fuck him hard!” ordered Monica. Her husband picked up the pace a bit, but he still did not go at my ass in a frenzy. As Grant’s strokes increased in tempo, I wondered why his balls were not slapping against me each time he rammed it gently home. It was at about this point that I – and apparently his wife – realized the reason for Grant’s relatively gentle approach to his first manfuck. With each forward thrust, Grant’s balls were being pulled by the cord around his ankles, just as the pressure from his chest was causing my balls to be stretched. The harder he fucked me, the more pain he would inflict on his own balls.

“We don’t want to see a romantic encounter between the two of you!” Monica barked at her husband. “I don’t care how much it might hurt your pitiful nuts! I want to see you ream his ass good!” She grabbed the arm of the well-hung black stud next to her, and pushed him toward her husband. “My little pussy of a husband apparently doesn’t know the proper way to fuck a white man’s ass!” she told him. “Get over there and show him how a real man fucks another guy!”

The young black man stroked his cock to a full erection, and knelt behind my friend. Suddenly, my knees were forced down to either side of my chest as Grant’s shoulders were pushed forward and down. My scrotal sac was pulled tightly around the aching orbs inside, and pain shot though my groin. Although I wasn’t in any condition to notice at the time, I am assuming that my friend was being repositioned to give his assailant maximum access to his target. Grant cried out as his anus was speared by the large phallus. I felt his cock being forced harder and deeper into my rectum as the black organ was slammed into his rear passage. A steady, hard-thrusting rhythm was quickly established. With every stroke of the black cock into Grant, his cock plunged viciously into the depths of my asshole. At the same time, my balls felt as though they would be pulled out of their sac. From Grant’s cries, it was obvious his gonads were suffering a similar torment.

Grant suddenly arched his back as his hard dick finally gave into the sensations assaulting every sexual nerve in his body. He pumped his seed deep inside my ass while the black stud behind him kept up his anal attack. Noticing that her husband had gone limp – in more ways than one, Monica told the black guy to stop fucking him for a minute, and pull his cock from Grant’s hole. As he did so, Grant slid away from my sore and swollen ass. He flopped onto his back, sweaty and exhausted, his spent cock leaking cum onto his heaving belly. Now my wife spoke up: “OK, now why don’t you give my husband the rest of what you started with Grant.” The black guy smiled at her, and moved to my ass.

“Please, Kim!” I begged her, “I can’t hold it anymore! If he shoves that thing into me, I’m going to piss all over the place!” The stud paused, and looked questioningly at my wife.

“Fuck him!” she ordered. Although my anus had to be wide open and slippery with Grant’s cum, I could still feel the sphincter stretch to accommodate this guy’s enormous girth. Kim moved to my side as she watched the huge shaft invade my ass. She grabbed hold of my flaccid, yet swollen cock with one hand, and pressed on my belly with the other. “I bet I’ll be able to feel his cock inside of you from here,” she said. The pressure from her hand, coupled with the thrusting cock inside my rectum overloaded my bladder. As my piss began gushing from the tip of my penis, Kim aimed the shaft so that the flow was directed at my face. She pulled the cord around my scrotum, and I opened my mouth to groan in pain. Kim made sure I filled my mouth before she redirected the gushing liquid to shower my entire torso. Meanwhile, the enormous shaft that filled my ass was pounding away. I finally felt the pulsing that signaled my assailant’s release in the deepest recesses of my body as my cock spurted the last of my golden liquid onto my chest. When the long cock was finally pulled from my asshole, I was forced to clean it thoroughly while Grant’s face was pushed to my anus so he could lick me clean.

The remainder of the weekend is still pretty fuzzy in my memory. I know that both Grant and I watched our wives each take on as many as three black cocks at a time until nobody could get it up anymore. We both sucked every cock there numerous times, had our assholes fucked until they were raw, and drank loads of recycled malt liquor. We cleaned spent dicks, overflowing pussies, and assholes, both black and white. We licked sweaty armpits clean, and showered each other with piss whenever our bladders reached their limits. By the time the weekend was over, we both knew that this was only the first of many such weekends. We still get together with these same guys, plus an ever-changing assortment of other black men that our wives have recruited over time. Our wives can’t seem to get enough black cock to satisfy them, and we are always there to service everyone. Our lives have changed completely since that first weekend, and I don’t think we would go back if we could.

Source: Literotica: Fetish: What She Really Wanted

“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

Goddess Starla decided to try out a new idea on her cuckolded husband Randy. She covered his body from head to toe in saran wrap and then proceeded to wrap him up completely in duct tape. The end result was a mummified version of Randy, with only his little hard cock exposed. With only his cock being able to have any real sensation, one can only guess at just how hyper sensitive his little dicklet must be. Randy went from being his Goddess’ cuckold slave to be a real live fuck toy. Starla starts to lick Randy’s entire body, knowing that although he can feel some pressure where her tongue glides on him, he cannot really feel it. What a tease it must have been for Randy to have his Goddess paying so much loving attention to him, and yet being unable to feel the true effects of it! Starla, after licking all aroung Randy’s cock, takes it into her mouth and begins to gice him a slow and highly arousing blowjob. Once he is hard enough for her satisfaction, she climbs on top of him and starts to grind and fuck him until she inevitably reaches an intense orgasm. Having taken care of herself, Starlas dismounts Randy and takes out another piece of duct tape. She places the tape over his mouth and without saying a word she leave the room, leaving him, with his cock pointing straight up and unable to move or make any sounds louder than muffled cries. I have to admire Goddess Starla, she always makes me smile when she properly denies Randy an orgasm!