Loading...“Baby Girl you’re fine,” he said confidently as he danced beside me with my sexy wife. I was used to her getting hit on, especially by black men. She had a beautiful round ass and a trim waist that drew admiring looks wherever we went and it attracted black men to her like a moth to a flame. But I wasn’t used to the man being so blatantly aggressive with her when I was within ear shot and my blood began to boil.
“Thanks,” my wife replied somewhat dismissively and I felt my rage begin to dissipate. That was the woman I knew and loved. She liked the attention from other men, she always had and she liked making me a little jealous but she never let things go too far.
“I like these hips,” he continued in a deep baritone, not unlike the voice of Barry White. His hands grabbed my wife’s wide hips and he turned her around so that her thick juicy ass was facing his front. Her hips writhed to the heavy rhythmic bass and he pulled her back against him making my anger return afresh. My face became flushed and I counted slowly to myself to quell my rising temper.
“Calm down sugar,” his wife purred in a calm yet authoritative tone. She was a pretty dark skinned woman with a slender yet curvy body and a thick Caribbean accent that simultaneously excited yet calmed me. The four of us had been dancing for a few hours switching partners whenever the ladies tired of my nonexistent rhythm and laughable dance moves. She put her dark sinewy arms around my neck and moved before me with a sensuous grace that made my heart race for an entirely different reason. I’d never been particularly attracted to black women but she was as sexy as anyone I’d ever seen and there was no doubt that given the chance, under the right circumstances, I’d have leapt into her bed. “Let Franky work his magic and you worry about keeping me happy.” Her reasoning was sound and I felt a familiar tingle between my legs.
She released her arms from my neck and turned around with her firm round ass just inches from my rapidly growing dick. I tried to imitate her husbands move and put my hands on her hips but she quickly brushed them away and turned back to face me.
“You don’t touch,” she said in a stern, authoritative tone like a teacher scolding a student. She had a natural presence and a commanding demeanor that really excited me. I’d often pleaded with my wife to take charge in bed but she, unlike Sharice, was largely passive sexually and my pleas had always fallen on deaf ears.
“Sorry,” I replied meekly. I wasn’t used to being bullied and ordered around. In everyday life I was a take charge person but the way she carried herself I felt out of my element and uncharacteristically out of control.
My eyes fluttered from Sharice’s sharp dark eyes to my wife and her husband. His hands had moved up her slim waist and they cupped her chest as his hips ground against her bountiful butt. She glanced at me for a moment and she instinctively moved his hands away from her tits when she saw me looking. My pretty wife had an hour glass figure and with the help of a Victoria Secret push up bra she looked perfectly proportioned but the truth was that when she was naked her tits looked disproportionate with her ample hips and she was exceedingly self conscious of her smallish yet pert breasts.
“Don’t worry about her little man,” Sharice sail as she raked her long painted red nails down my broad muscular chest. He touch felt good and decidedly sexual and I felt my cock continue to inflate in my somewhat tight jeans. I wasn’t used to being called little man and it seemed strange to me. I was a big guy, well over six feet with broad shoulders and powerful arms and legs. I was bigger and more muscular than 95% of the population and as such I certainly didn’t qualify as a “little man.” Her fingers continued down my stomach and closed around the bulge in my pants. A devilish grin spread across her pretty face showing the stark contrast between her dark skin and her bright white teeth. “Frank will take care of your pretty wife and if you play your cards right you’ll get some fine black pussy tonight.”
My eyes closed and a low, involuntary moan rose from my chest as I savored her firm, knowing touch. I’d been married for nearly fifteen years and no woman other than my wife had touched my dick in all that time. I’d always been faithful and I’d never dreamed that I might get the opportunity to have sex with anyone else, much less an incredibly sexy black woman. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning. Everything was moving fast and it was all very out of character for both my wife and me. We had never engaged in any type of group sexual activity and while we had, on rare occasions, role played and fantasized about having a threesome it was something that I’d been certain would never happen and our fantasies were always about a threesome with another woman. That I knew would never happen because my wife was a straight as any woman could be.
“Stop,” my wife said in a small almost childlike voice that shook slightly with tremolo. Her resistance was somewhat refreshing but it was short lived and a deep sigh followed it shaking me from my lust fueled trance.
I glanced at my wife and saw her lean into his thick powerful body with her eyes half closed. He was several inches shorter than I with broad shoulders and huge arms and legs but he was thick around the middle with a slight paunch and even though he was a few years younger than me I had a much better body. That said he was an attractive guy with a strong dominant personality and my wife’s hands rested on his massive, muscle bound arms as they continued to move to the beat of the music.
“Don’t worry about the big man,” Sharice said as her finger nails raked up and down my turgid shaft sending jolts of pleasure through me. My pulse quickened and my body temperature rose making sweat form on my brow despite the cool temperature of the crowded dance club. My wife and I had stopped into the club on a whim after leaving a neighboring sports bar. We, like Frank and Sharice, were in town for a short vacation over a long weekend and we had learned that they were staying at the same hotel as us, just a block down the street. “He will take care of business. That’s what you want isn’t it?” She asked in a low whisper. Her full red lips brushed against my earlobe and her warm breath danced on the nape of my neck sending a shiver down my spine.
I turned my face towards hers, hoping to kiss her. I was acting on instinct and my lust clouded mind was unable to accept that there could be ramifications to my actions.
“Not yet little man,” Sharice teased. Her lips brushed across mine and her tongue flicked my lips playfully. Her hand gripped my dick and she squeezed it hard. She was surprisingly strong despite her thin sinewy arms and I felt precum ooze from my needy cock as a wave of ravenous desire washed over me making me feel wanton and randy. I didn’t know why she kept calling me little man but at that point I didn’t care. I wanted her and I was willing to allow her husband a chance at me wife to get her.
I glanced furtively at my wife in the dimly lit club as a new song poured through the speakers. My hips undulated and I struggled to dance as my dick strained against my jeans. Her hands moved down Frank’s well defined arms and when they reached his hands he guided her to the prominent bulge in his expensive, tailored dress slacks. Her eyes widened and a mischievous playful smile spread across her face.
My wife’s eyes met mine for a moment. “Oh my god,” she mouthed silently as she held his dick in her small hand. I have an above average dick in both length and girth and My wife had always maintained that my dick was the biggest that she had ever had though her sample was admittedly rather small. She’d also always insisted that size didn’t matter to her anyway and anything bigger than me would hurt and she, unlike some women I’d known, did not like pain at all.
“She wants him sugar,” Sharice purred in her sexy Caribbean accent. Her right hand continued to stroke my cock as her left cupped my firm ass cheek through my pants. “We should head back to the hotel.” She whispered sending chills through my hyper excited body. I nodded, unable to think or speak, and she released my dick from her firm grip. She took my hand in hers and started to lead me off the dance floor.
I looked at my wife and shrugged and my wife smiled knowingly. My head was turning and my body was on fire. Sharice whispered something to Frank as she passed him and she led me out of the crowded club leaving Frank alone with my wife to do as he pleased without my watchful eyes.
“Don’t worry little man, they’re coming too. Big Frank just wants some time alone with your pretty wife first,” Sharice said in a sultry voice that sounded as sexy as anything I’d ever heard. Her long nails scratched my back and she walked quickly in her tall heals leading us to the hotel in a surprisingly short time.
Sharice pinned me against the wall of the elevator the moment the doors closed to take us up to her 10th floor suite. Her strong hands toyed with my firm, muscular pecs and she looked into my eyes with a sharp penetrating gaze that left no doubt that she was in complete control. “I’m gonna like this,” she purred as she tweaked my nipples sending jolts of pain through them. I moved my hands up towards her slim hips and she brushed them away again.
“I told you once little man, you don’t touch,” she said curtly. Her right hand moved to my throat and her long manicured nails dug into my flesh as her left hand cupped my cock and balls making me shudder when she started to squeeze them. Despite my nearly 100lb weight advantage over her she scared the shit out of me and I quickly complied with her stern command. I had often fantasized about being dominated by a powerful dominatrix but I’d never been with a truly dominant woman.
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly. I sounded weak and pathetic and it was out of character but an oddly welcome change from the daily pressure to always be in control. The elevator chime sounded, signaling that we’d arrived at her floor. Sharice released my throat from her grasp and turned abruptly towards the door. I could feel the divots from where her nails had dug into my flesh and my balls were a little sore as well. She pulled out her key card and opened the door before letting me inside first like she was the man and I was her date.
“Strip,” she barked firmly as the door swung closed she moved into the bedroom with fluid grace. I followed her like an excited puppy and watched her incredible round ass sway with each sensuous movement of her body.
Her hands rested on her hips and she turned to face me with a with fire in her pretty dark eyes.
I hesitated for a moment and then pealed my shirt over my head. I couldn’t believe what was happening and my cock sprung free as my pants and boxer briefs dropped to the ground betraying the depths of my excitement. I hadn’t been naked with any woman other than my wife in over fifteen years and I got a wicked thrill when her eyes light up. I was nearly forty but I worked hard at the gym to keep myself in good shape. My stomach was flat and rippled and my pecs were hard and well defined. Years of running and ice skating had given me thick muscular legs and my long thick dick jutted proudly from my body.
Sharice sat down on the bed and lifted her yellow silk dress up to her waist exposing he pantiless pussy to my eager eyes. The smell of her arousal hung in the air and my mouth started watering. I’d always been a very oral person and I obediently dropped to my knees between her spread legs. A pleased smile danced on her full lips when she saw me kneel before her and that gave me a strange sense of pride. I was a quick study and I looked up at her with soft pleading eyes while I waited for her permission to proceed.
“Can I touch now?” I asked excitedly. My voice trembled and I licked my lips letting her know that I was anxious to taste her delicious pussy.
“Make me cum,” she said in a smooth, matter of fact tone. Her eyes held my gaze and beckoned me closer.
I looked from her sharp dark eyes to her neatly trimmed pussy. I’d never before seen a black woman’s pussy and it was quite striking. The bright pink flesh of her inner labia contrasted sharply with her dark mocha skin and the rich fragrance of her arousal was a powerful reminder of what is was about to do. Her scent was distinctly different from that of my wife but it was no less intoxicating. I wondered briefly where my wife was and what she was doing with Frank as I leaned into Sharice’s tangy pussy and ran the rough surface of my tongue along her outer lips avoiding her clit at first so as to let her excitement build.
“Mmm, just like that,” she purred in a deep, raspy tone. Her strong hands gripped my head and her powerful legs squeezed me tight. My tongue worked the outside of her pussy and her juices flowed freely filling my mouth with her sweet nectar. She’d had a slightly briny flavor at first but once her juices started flowing her pussy became as sweet as any woman I’d ever tasted and I dug my tongue deep inside her in search of more of her succulent juices.
I heard the door open and Frank’s voice boomed loudly commanding my wife to strip for him. He was firm and aggressive and I knew my wife was putty in his hands. I’d never imagined that I would see my wife with another man and I tried to pull away to look at them but Sharice held my face tight against her molten cunt and ordered me to finish the job I’d started.
“Yes Sir,” my wife said obediently. I concentrated my oral assault on Sharice’s creamy delicious pussy.
“God I love how white boys lick pussy. It’s the one thing you do well in bed,” Sharice said in a tremulous voice. Her legs quivered and a deep guttural moan spilled from her trembling lips as a fresh surge of her juices flowed into my waiting, eager mouth. She held my head tight against her blocking the flow of oxygen into my lungs but I continued to lap at her until the final waves of her climax washed over her and she pushed me away from her hyper sensitive clit.
“Lay back little man,” Sharice said softly. She pulled me to my feet and guided me onto the bed as she grabbed my dick in her hand and started to stroke. It had been nearly half a lifetime since anyone other than me or my wife had jerked my dick and I moaned as she expertly manipulated it while directing my attention to her husband and my beautiful wife. “You wanted to see this.”
My wife was completely naked and in a deep, passionate embrace with Frank. His dark hands were a striking contrast with my wife’s creamy alabaster skin and I could tell how excited she was by the way she squirmed and by how deeply she was breathing. I’d never imagined seeing my wife kissing another man, much less liking it, and the fact that it was a distinguished, greying black man was even more surprising. She had always said that she wasn’t attracted to black guys but there was something about Frank that had captivated her from the start. He’d been exceptionally charming from the moment they had sat beside her at the club and he’d had a way of making us both feel comfortable and at ease yes intrigued and almost smitten.
“Spread your legs sugar,” Sharice said playfully. Her tone was playful but there was a firmness to it that kept me in my place. Her long fingernail teased my sensitive sphincter and I moaned softly letting her know how much I liked what she was doing. I’d long had an affinity for ass play but my wife was reluctant to play with my asshole and I’d been afraid to tell her what I really wanted. “Oh you like that do you?”
“Yes,” I croaked nervously. My eyes reluctantly moved from my wife and Frank to Sharice and my heard raced like never before. I knew from her expression that she could see something in my eyes that no one before had ever seen and I felt a lump form in my throat.
“Do you like it when I do this?” She asked as she sank two fingers inside me. Her nails were long but they were smooth and and not sharp and the feeling of her fingers stretching my asshole sent me into orbit.
“Oh god yes,” I admitted. My cheeks flushed crimson and I felt like she could see all of my darkest most secret fantasies. I had sometimes wondered what it would be like to be pegged by my wife and my cock twitched incessantly as she pumped her two digits into my welcoming ass harder and faster. Loud involuntary moans rose from my chest and spilled from my lips betraying my enjoyment at being penetrated by a beautiful woman.
Sharice released my cock from her free hand and she turned my head so I could watch my wife and Frank. My wife was kneeling before him and looking up at him with a burning fire in her pretty greet eyes. He was shirtless and despite having a slight gut his body was rather exceptional. He had very broad, square shoulders and well defined pecs and I could see what both women saw in him beyond his strong, dominant persona. My wife’s fingers fumbled with Frank’s zipper and she eased his black slacks down his thick, very powerful thighs leaving him in a pair of loose fitting of red silk boxers. His cock, which looked to be only semi erect was enormous. It hung, like an elephants trunk, causing his boxers to tent noticeably and if I had to guess I’d have said that it was nearly seven or eight inches in a semi-turgid state.
My heart thumped loudly. I’d never seen another man naked, or at least not an aroused man, and I’d certainly never imagined wanting to, but my breath caught in my chest and I waited anxiously for my wife to reveal his big black dick to all of our eager eyes,
“God, it’s beautiful,” my wife exclaimed excitedly, “I’ve never seen one this big and pretty.” She was right. His cock was pretty. I’d never thought of another man’s junk as beautiful or pretty but his cock was stunning and I felt a pang of jealousy when she wrapped her small white hand around his long ebony shaft. But, I didn’t know who I was actually jealous of, her or him. I’d never before had a conscious gay or bisexual desire but as my wife’s hand moved over his long and still growing manhood I suddenly wondered what it would be like to touch it. It was a shocking and terrifying epiphany and my eyes widened with each stroke of,his big black cock.
“Suck it Princess,” Frank said is a velvety smooth tone. He looked down at her and smiled and she looked up at him with an expression of adoration and bliss. I’d never seen that look on her pretty face and it caused a huge pit in my stomach but Sharice seemed to know exactly what I was feeling and she didn’t allow me to dwell.
She eased a third finger into my ass and gripped my shaft anew. I felt my climax begin to build and my head started to spin. I felt like I was in a lust fueled haze, drunk with sexual desire and my mind was heading in directions I’d never dreamed possible. Soft grunts spilled from Sharice’s pretty lips as she pounded her fingers into my ass and they mixed with my guttural moans to create a symphony of sexual music.
My eyes closed and I concentrated all of my energy on what Sharice was doing to my body. Her talented fingers and hand worked me into a veritable frenzy. I was close to the point of no return but just before I reached it she released my cock and paused with her fingers deep inside me. She moved her fingers inside of me making my cock twitch and drool copious amounts of precum from the shiny tip.
“You want me to fuck you don’t you little man?” Sharice said confidently and I froze. My mouth went dry and my body throbbed. It was a question that I had asked myself countless times but never had the courage to ask of my wife because I feared that she would think less of me and yet when Sharice asked it there was no sense of foreboding derision and I looked up at her with desire in my light blue eyes.
“Yes please,” I answered. Like my wife had earlier my voice sounded small and almost childlike and I felt like my heart stopped as I awaited a response.
She nodded. “You have some secrets don’t you?” Sharice asked as she looked at me with surprising warmth. She pulled her hand from my ass and climbed off the bed with purpose. I watched her muscular round ass sway gently as she walked and then glanced at my wife, who was kneeling in front of Frank with both hands on his massive cock and her lips wrapped tightly around the bulbous head. She was moaning and cooing around the huge hunk of pulsating flesh and I felt another pang of jealousy.
Frank’s cock seemed to have picked up another inch or two in its fully turgid state. It was at least nine inches long and so thick that it barely fit in my wife’s mouth but she was determined to try. She had been a mostly reluctant cock sucker since we’d been married. She had done it, but she treated it as if it was a chore, but on her knees with her first black cock in her hand and mouth she was clearly enthralled. Her soft moans and squeals betrayed her excitement and she forced his giant dick into her mouth until she gagged like a porn starlet feasting on porn cock. I felt at that moment that we had lost something. That our marriage would never be the same. I felt less of her and I felt bad about it but I couldn’t help what I felt. She looked like a common whore, not my once faithful wife and I wondered if we could ever come back from that moment and yet I could not look away.
My eyes were riveted to my wife’s eager lips and my dick twitched and drooled from what I was seeing. She was no longer my wife, the woman who had bore my children and spent the last fifteen years of her life with me. She was a ravenous whore who was enthusiastically sucking the dick of a man she had just met. Her hands released his shaft and cupped his big hairy balls. Unlike me, Frank didn’t groom his pubic hair but clearly my slut wife didn’t mind. Her jaw slowly stretched to accommodate his substantial girth and she managed to stuff maybe a third of his length into her mouth and once she did she tried to get more of him inside of her.
“Ahem,” Sharice announced, drawing my attention from my randy wife to her delicious ebony form. A studded yellow leather harness was fastened around her dark waist and a big black latex girl cock hung lewdly from it. The latex cock looked to be smaller and narrower than her husband’s giant rod but it was bigger and thicker than mine and I shuddered as she climbed onto the bed and spread my legs wider. “Are you ready for me.” She asked rhetorically. I forgot, for a moment, about my slut wife and focused my attention on Sharice. She was a beautiful and supremely sexy black woman and she was about to give me something I had longed for. She poured a copious helping of clear viscous lube onto the shaft and slowly ran her hand up and down the long fake cock as if she was jerking it for her pleasure.
My dick wilted to a semi turgid state and a large glob of precum oozed from the tip onto my smooth shaved belly. My eyes fixated on her hand as it moved over her shaft and she poured more lube onto it, coating every inch before drizzling the cool liquid into my ass crack. I knew that she’d done this before but I was certain that her strong dominant husband didn’t take it up the ass. My mind began to conjure up images of the beautiful ebony goddess fucking other men, white men like me, and I was lost deep in though when a jolt of searing pain tore through me. I had on occasion fingered myself and I had even secretly used my wife’s dildo on myself but I was ill prepared for the size of her latex girl cock and I groaned like a wounded animal as she relentlessly fed the entire length into my depths.
I looked up at her and shuddered anew from the triumphant grin on her dark pretty face. My eyes travelled down her tone, sexy body, pausing at her firm, pert tits capped with candy kiss like nipples, before journeying further to her undulating hips. My cock was still semi erect and drooling a steady flow of clear liquid onto my belly. She saw where I was looking and scooped up several large drops with her painted red nails. A curious expression crossed her lips and she brought her finger to my mouth. I’d tasted myself before, though never with my wife’s knowledge, and I eagerly opened my mouth and let her feed my precum to me as she began to increase the pace and ferocity of her assault.
“You like my girl cock don’t you little man?” Sharice teased. Her beautiful body slammed against mine and her cock hit that spot inside me making me moan with each powerful thrust of her hips.
“Yes Mistress,” I panted like a wanton bitch in heat. I felt humiliate and ravenous and it was as if I was watching myself from above.
“But you have another secret don’t you?” Sharice continued. She looked at me with hard, knowing eyes and relentlessly pounded her latex cock into my depths. I didn’t know what she was inferring and I looked at her quizzically.
“No,” I answered hesitantly. I was afraid of where she was going and I hoped that she would take pity on me and stop.
“Sure you do little man. You want a real cock don’t you?” Her words hung in the air and time seemed to stop. I felt my wife’s eyes on me and Frank’s too. My cheeks flushed and my dick wilted.
“Please don’t,” I pleaded. I was certain that if I admitted to her, in front of my wife that I would lose her. I was beyond conflicted and I wanted to stop but at the same time I didn’t want her to stop what she was doing. I felt a tremendous warmth in my ass and it was spreading outward like a spiral consuming everything in and around me.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t do this,” I pleaded softly as I hung my head in shame. The answer to her question had already been given by my actions but she wanted to hear me say it.
“Just answer the question and it will set you free.” She reached out and lifted my chin until my eyes met hers. My cheeks were burning and I inhaled deeply.
“Yes Ma’am,” I said softly.
“Louder, so your slut wife can hear you,” Sharice demanded loudly. She pushed her girl cock deep and paused as her nails dug into my hips.
“Yes Mistress, I want a real cock inside me,” I admitted. The room was spinning and my entire body was burning up. I couldn’t believe what she had done to me. My life was over. My marriage was over. And yet, she was right. I felt free.
My wife’s moan startled me from my trance and I watched as Frank effortlessly scooped her up in his powerful arms and carried her towards the bed. He laid her perpendicular to me, with her ass by the side and her head resting beside my chest. I reached out and touched her soft, silky flesh and stroked her pert white tits. They were roughly the same cup size as Sharice’s but on her broader frame they looked smaller. She had always had sensitive nipples and I stroked them as Frank moved into position with his enormous fuck stick. I cringed when he paused for a moment and looked hard into my eyes. I wondered if she would be permanently stretched from his size and also if he was going to hurt or tear her. She had sometimes complained that my much more modest cock hurt when I fucked her doggy style but she didn’t cry out in pain when he pushed his hips forward.
“She’s very wet,” Frank said in a deep manly voice dripping with the confidence of knowing that he was the source of my wife’s copious juices. I craned my neck and watched his ebony cock disappear inside her and I marveled when he backed out. His cock glistened with her juices and I could clearly see how deep he’d gone. My eyes were wide and I watched with rabid fascination as he began to thrust rhythmically into her.
“Oh fuck,” my wife moaned wantonly. Her fingers clutched at the sheets and her eyes closed tight. “He’s so big.” She was speaking to me and her excitement tore at me. My anger and fear balled in my stomach and I wanted to stop him. I wanted to run from the room with her in my arms but Sharice thrust hard into my depths forcing me to accept my position beneath her.
“Does it hurt Baby?” I asked sincerely and hoped to hear what I needed to hear.
“No, not at all. I feel stuffed,” she replied honestly. Her answer ripped my heart from my chest. The slut was enjoying it. She liked getting fucked by a stranger with a big black cock. I was disgusted with her and with myself for allowing it to happen and yet my cock grew painfully hard from the humiliating exchange.
The bed rocked to and fro as Frank and Sharice fucked us hard for what seemed like an hour. Their stamina and pace was relentless and Sharice continued to scoop and feed me the precum flowing from my rigid dick. The room reeked of sex and the sound of slapping flesh filled the air. My wife’s head thrashed violently from side to side and her body tensed and released as intense jolts of pleasure rocked her to the core. A loud, yet unintelligible string of profanity and babble spilled from her trembling lips before she went slack beside me in a flushed, sweat soaked heap of creamy white flesh.
Frank pulled his glistening cock from my wife’s well fucked hole and grinned at his wife. “Is he ready.” He asked as he strolled around the bed to where my head was positioned.
“Give him a taste first, before you breed his sorry ass,” Sharice replied in a harsh tone.
“I’m not gay,” I said weakly but we all knew it was merely a token protest. I’d already admitted what I wanted but 40 years of conforming to societal norms was a tough hurtle to leap. I had never imagined sucking another man’s dick before that night but in the heat of the moment, with his wife’s girl cock continuing to slide slowly and methodically into my gaping ass, it was what I wanted to do.
Frank stood at the foot of the bed and pulled me to him until my head was dangling upside down off the edge of the mattress. I could smell my wife’s pungent juices on his cock and I opened my mouth wide accepting my fate. My eyes looked up at him and I silently urged him forward until he was inside my mouth. The taste and feel of his hard granite cock was amazing and I moaned wantonly around his fat bulbous head. I couldn’t believe what was happening or what I was doing but I liked it on every conceivable level. The erotic experience of sucking a cock coated with pussy juice. The dynamic between the two dominants and my wife and I added fuel to the fire and the fact that my wife was witnessing my descent into depravity tied it all together with a neat little bow.
I let my hands explore his body and each new tactile sensation pushed me farther down the rabbit hole. His hips jogged fore and aft and my cheeks bowed inward each time he backed out from suction. His big hairy balls slapped gently against my forehead and his shaft disappeared down my throat. I could take him all at that angle and I felt a rush of adrenaline and I was filled with pride.
“God that is so hot Baby,” my wife purred in a low raspy tone. Her voice sounded different and I could hear her fingers busily teasing her excited cunt whilst he sank the entire length of his big thick dick into my throat. I was beyond ravenous. I was out of control and my singular purpose at that moment was as a fuck toy for both Frank and Sharice to enjoy. I was the unapologetic slut and I existed only for their pleasure.
“You like that do you Baby Girl?” Frank asked my sexy slut wife.
“Yes Sir,” she answered quickly. He shaky voice spoke to her enjoyment and to the fact that she was nearing another climax from her busy fingers.
“Do you want to see me fuck him Baby Girl?” Frank boomed. His loud deep voice echoed in my head and the fact that he was discussing me like I was merely an object with my equally out of control wife sent me further into my spiral. My entire body was throbbing and pulsating in time with their actions and tears streamed down my cheeks as I gagged on his huge hunk of man meat.
“I do Master, and when you are done I want you to take my ass too,” my wife squealed. She had never managed to take my more modest cock but I had no doubt that he would get her worked up enough to bury his huge sausage in her tight ass.
“He’s ready Baby,” Sharice said as she backed her girl cock from my gaping asshole and sauntered off to the bathroom.
Frank grabbed the lube and climbed onto the bed. His cock looked positively massive and my gut tightened with fear. I’d been fucked for I wasn’t sure how long by his wife’s latex cock but I’d never seen a dick like his much less taken it in my ass and I was terrified by the thought. I was afraid but I was also intrigued and excited and when he lubed it up and positioned it at my entrance. A strange calmness came over me and I looked up at him with warmth in my eyes and desire in my loins. My body relaxed and he slowly fed inch after inch into my anus.
My eyes rolled back and I immediately understood what my wife meant when she said that she felt stuffed. I was sure that his huge cock would have hurt immensely if I hadn’t been fucked for so long by his wife’s girl cock but when he paused balls deep inside me I liked what I felt and I moaned softly.
“How do you want it Boy?” He asked loudly. He grabbed my hips for leverage and backed our frustratingly slowly until just the tip of his big dick was crowned by my sphincter. I had never felt more excited in my life. My sex life with my wife had been far from vanilla but the possibility of bisex had not even entered my conscious mind but once it did I knew what I needed.
“Fuck me hard Sir,” I groaned like a common whore. My cock was literally dripping precum onto my stomach and I ached for relief.
“I knew that you’d say that,” Frank replied quickly. He trust hard into me and I grunted like a wounded animal. His thrusts grew harder and harder until my head was again hanging off the bed. He pulled me back onto the bed and then I felt the warmth of my wife’s lips on my needy and long ignored cock.
I looked down the landscape of my body and watched my wife suck greedily on my cock as Frank relentlessly pounded my ass. My climax built quickly. The bed shifted as Sharice joined us again. She had switched the girl cock in her harness for a bigger black cock that was every bit as long and thick as her husband’s dick and she knelt behind my very pretty and theretofore very straight wife. She fed the latex phallus into my wife and her hips moved in time with Frank’s assault on my quivering anus and the room filled with a myriad of moans grunts and groans and I spiraled into the abyss.
My climax built quickly and I tensed as my cock erupted inside my wife’s hungry mouth. She had never liked it when I came in her mouth and she hadn’t swallowed my cum since before we were married but she gulped and slurped until every drop of my seed had disappeared down her gullet. My cock went soft in her mouth and she released it and smiled at me as the sensuously ran her tongue over her lips.
Frank pulled out of my ass and cleaned his cock off with a baby wipe he’d placed beside the bed. He turned slowly to face my wife and smiled triumphantly. He offered his cleaned off member to her and she quickly took him into her mouth as Sharice fucked her hard from behind. Her body trembled and quaked as she climaxed on Sharice’s big black cock. Her body went slack and she collapsed beside me. She turned to face me and we kissed tenderly. I felt my heart swell and in an instant my anger and fear evaporated into the ethosphere. I felt closer to my wife than ever before. We had shared something surreal and eye opening and we’d both tested our limits, expanded our worlds and opened our eyes.