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Sunday, December 30, 2007

My wife became their white cum slut V

Life continued in much the same manner over the next two months. There were variations, for sure, and while the frequency and in-bed intensity didn't diminish much, the atmosphere changed dramatically. It went from frenzied lust to a more laid-back cuming-and-going, so to speak. Perhaps the novelty of a White woman's body had faded slightly and now it was more or less the normal male passion for pretty little pussy at every opportunity.

Over those several months I had no way of keeping track of how much Black cock, and cum, Susan was taking. I was at work all day and at night I wasn't always allowed to watch those giant Black dicks disappear into her sweat-glistening body. It was a lot.

I bought two new sets of sheets just so I'd have spares and could keep up with the laundry. It seemed all I did was wash sheets, towels, and washcloths.

The frequency of their visits to our home and my wife's bed was made very clear one Saturday afternoon when I was mowing the lawn. In the once-lush grass a very distinct path had been worn from the trail to the door of the house.

When the Black guys weren't around, things were pretty normal (except that I drooled at the sight of even a square inch of her exposed flesh). She was so sexually satisfied I almost felt ridiculous being horny. One look at her bare, shaved cunt and I was as stiff as a poker. And it certainly wasn't the same tight pussy I knew. Her pussy was totally different -- almost a caricature of what it had been. Her pussy lips had always been long and full and when she was having sex or even for hours after, her mound and lips were swollen. Now her pussy was in a constant state of red engorgement that was even obvious beneath the inevitable sundress.

After the first couple of weeks my agitation and anxiety at work abated and I could usually go through an entire day without wanting to rush home and see what was happening, whose big black dick was in her, and witness that look of pure animal lust on her face during orgasm -- which was the ultimate turn-on for me, even more so than the site of a big black cock sliding into her now-loose, slick pussy.

This may sound like just a straight interracial fuck-and-suck story, but there was a lot more to it than you might imagine. There was a dynamic among the 10 of us that took shape in the first month. I don't think there was a so-called pecking order among the guys, but certainly Susan and I came to see each of them in a certain light.

William was obviously the one the other black guys respected most and had a natural leadership ability. They looked up to him and even Mike, the rough and gruff, seemingly insensitive and physically superior of the octet, kissed the ground William walked on. They didn't call him Bill, or Billy, or Will -- it was always William and with a bit of a 'sir' in front of it. To Susan and I, William was a friend and a very superior person both intellectually and as a human being. I wish I had one other friend who was as empathetic and in tune with the people as that man.

Mike, as I have said, was gruff. But he wasn't mean or nasty. I recall one Saturday he and Susan were in the bedroom for hours. The usual humping and thumping was punctuated with moans, groans, yelps, grunts, and screams, but there was a good hour of silence. Susan later told me Mike pulled a sketchpad from his backpack and spent that time doing charcoal drawings of her. I still have those pictures and they are not only professional in a technical sense, they evoke in the viewer a tender emotion that is far removed from the orgiastic sessions by which Mike had come to know my wife.

Jonah was undoubtedly Susan's favourite. Although he was quiet, he was young and full of life. He was spontaneous in bed, totally uninhibited, and completely in tune with Susan's sexual makeup. When they fucked (and I witnessed it maybe six or eight times) they were like one body. Susan often said (and still says) if she could have another child (she's 45 remember) it would be by Jonah.

The point here, is that while I have previously highlighted the sex -- the pure fucking and sucking between two races -- there was a lot more to it than that. The guys often came for supper, listened to music, helped us with household projects (James is a fine carpenter as well as good with electronics), and even helped train our dogs. I personally learned a lot about the plight of their people in Jamaica, the role of Bob Marley, and some of the vast social improvements over the past 20 years. I admit there is a lot left to be done in that regard.

And I knew that at least most of them respected me for what I did, who I was, and my obvious deep love for Susan. And I know it may be difficult to understand, but of all the people I know, I respect Susan the most. What she does sexually -- both to please me and to please herself -- is the greatest gift she could give me and she says the same is true from her side of the marriage.

From one response to the first chapter of this story, I know there are people who don't understand the dynamic between Susan and myself. But put it this way -- I've analyzed our sexual relationship and all it entails, and don't understand it myself. And I've analyzed myself and have gotten no further. It exists in the way it exists. It is what it is and it works for both of us. We both know there is a line not to cross and while we don't know exactly what it is, or where it is, we sense it any time we get close.

The guys, as I implied, had quickly become part of the family, and I found myself looking forward to conversation and relaxation with them as much as the sexual aspect of the relationship.

I knew instinctively that the others always sought William's counsel and at such times as they did, it would be a few days later that he would approach me seeking advice about something, my thoughts on a certain subject, or my blessings in something connected to their sexual relations with my beautiful wife.

I bring this up because one Saturday afternoon William and I were in the Carriage House. As I worked on shaping a piece of wood for a cabinet I was building, William was sweeping up shavings.

He was a bit tentative at first and hesitated with only a few words out of his mouth.

"Hey mon, you think, I mean mon, would Susan ..." and he trailed off. "No, mon, never you mind."

He continued to sweep some sawdust from under the bandsaw.

"Go ahead," I said. "You know I'll listen and you know I won't pass any kind of judgment. What's on your mind William?"

I stopped, carefully laid the spokeshave on the bench, and sat on a crate. (I'd taken the bed apart and stored it overhead.)

"Susan be the finest woman I ever be meeting mon," William said as he too perched on a crate. "We none of us believed there be White people like you two, mon. And it be makin' us think about things. Jonah he be askin' what we could do for to show our gratitude."

He let the broom slide down to the floor and nudged it with his sneakered foot until it was lined up perfectly parallel to the edge of the workbench. His shoulders were slumped and his long arms hung down, elbows on knees and forearms dangling so his long fingers almost touched the floor.

It took a few seconds for what he was saying to register. Gratitude? I didn't know what to say. I shifted on the crate, slowly reached for a cigarette and took my time lighting it. I was mustering my thoughts and as I exhaled the first long drag, I had no more idea of what to say than when I started.

I was touched, I admit, and I just started talking. None of it was thought out and it came from somewhere that to this day I can't discover.

"Gratitude, William," I asked. "What is gratitude but an illustration of a person's appreciation for another person's actions? I think in this case the actions were mutual and were therefore the appreciation as well. Anyone outside this mutual arrangement -- outside this sexual arrangement and this friendship -- will look at us and say we are perverted and amoral. Susan would be cast as the slut and whore while I would be the uncaring, deviant husband pushing her to submit to degrading and disgusting sexual acts. The eight of you would be opportunistic men taking advantage of our depravity. And some would say we are going to hell -- at least Susan and I."

William hadn't even looked up and I could see he was digesting what I was saying and maybe not getting very far.

"But you and I know that every time you, or James, or Jonah -- especially Jonah -- spread her legs and sink into her hot, wet, and needy cunt, it's not a depraved act," I said. "And you know you are bringing her unimaginable pleasure. You're bringing her pleasure that we can only guess at. We fuck her, cum in her, use her, degrade her, and then do it all again and again. But we just cum. She milks us until we can't help ourselves and we shoot our seed deep inside her. And we think that we're the macho males fucking her, but in reality she's fucking us. We're just instruments on which she cums. She plays us and that can't be denied. She orgasms using our cocks and tongues and fingers as instruments."

William was now sitting up straight and was looking at me with a quizzical, yet thoughtful look on his face. And I could see that I was putting things in a way he'd never considered. Maybe he thought I was crazy and was only thinking of a way to respond and remain polite at the same time.

"Why is it that when you eat her amazing cunt you continue until she cums? Why do you hold off when you're fucking her until she's orgasmed once, twice, maybe three times? Why are you gentle with her at times and rough at others?" I was listening to myself but wasn't sure where I was going with it. But I knew for me at least this was the truth and the core of all the sex, threesomes, gangbangs, exhibitionism, and lust Susan (and I) had experienced in the past 25 years. I worshipped her body and would do anything to please it. Yes, I love sex and I love it only with Susan. But half the reason I love it is because giving her physical, sexual pleasure gives me pleasure of a completely different kind -- all tied up with emotion and, no doubt, long psychologists' words that some readers will no doubt conjure up and apply to my personality.

"Why is it, William, that you are grateful?"

His eyes finally caught mine and held them as he formed words in his mind and finally let them out.

"Because she allows us, mon, not some other guys, but US, to please her," he said with emphasis. "Because she respects us, mon, and be with us like we were people -- not ragged Black men from the slums and shacks of the ghetto's ghetto. Susan not be judgin' us poor ragged boys who be sleepin' on dirt floors all our life. Because she be teachin' Jonah how to read and write and get the power of the words that be the power over poverty, over dirt floors, over racism, over ignorance, and over those who still be opressin' my peoples. Because she be like an angel to us, like a mother to us, like a teacher to us, like a wife to us, like a lover to us, and like the healer who takes all the broken spirits and makes them whole and pure, mon, pure like we was when we was young boys. But where we be at home, mon, the water that springs clean and cold from the rock soon be flowing through the dirt and the filth and not nobody ever be clean."

I was stunned at this long tirade and I know my face must have shown my complete surprise because William dropped his gaze to the floor and in a softer voice continued.

"You not be beleivin' what I be sayin' mon, but what I be sayin' is a truth that don't be needin' any provin'. It just be what it is," he said, and once again looked up. "And you be not so bad yourself, even bein' White and rich (not so, I must interject) and bein' educated. We know you be playin' the cuckold game with us and with Susan and though we didn't be understandin' at first, it be clear now to us Jamaican brothers what you be doin'."

I was glad it was clear to them because I was still a bit foggy on the cuckold subject, but I didn't interrupt him on that point.

"But Susan be the one we be grateful to and we be wantin' to do something for her," William said as he hooked his toe under the broom handle just where it screwed into the broom. "Jonah thought maybe you might know what it be we could do."

He flipped the broom with his foot and neatly caught it in his right hand, hauled himself off the crate, and started sweeping again. I unclamped the wood, turned it by a quarter, clamped it down again and picked up the spokeshave.

"I'll think about it William," I said as I drew a long ash shaving off the length of wood. I love working with ash because it is so forgiving. You can work the grain in any direction.

"Thanks, mon," William said. "We be doin' something fine for Susan."

I wasn't troubled exactly by what William had said, but it was creeping into some remote part of my brain that these men had known Susan only a few months and in some ways knew her far better than I did. Or at least it hadn't taken them as long to come to appreciate her in all her facets as it had taken me.

For some farm-related reason, a few days later none of the guys could make it over for the day or the night and Susan said I could sleep with her as long as I didn't touch her. She and Eugene had been entangled in a long and loud fuck session the night before and I had witnessed some of it. She needed the rest and as she lay naked in the oppressing, muggy heat, I asked her about teaching Jonah to read and write.

"We don't just fuck, you know," she said. Her legs were spread and she kept them wide apart as she drew them up, bending her knees so she was in the perfect fucking position. Her hand was down gently rubbing her swollen cunt. "Jonah's 19 years old and he's fucked me what 25 times maybe? But sex isn't everything with him. Sex isn't everything with William or James, or Eugene, or the rest of them. And it isn't everything with me."

My head was on the pillow and I could see the fingers on her right hand pull at her clit -- not hard, just enough I guess to cause some small sensation. Was she thinking about Black cock or about Black people? Or just about people?

'I love Jonah in a very different way," Susan explained. "Partly like a lover, partly as a mother, but mostly as a very dear friend. He's given me so much by fucking me to such unimaginable heights. A mixture of pure uninhibited animal lust and vulnerable, unconditional love -- or maybe respect. I don't know. It's like being worshipped."

I was starting to get a picture. I turned my lamp off so she would continue in perhaps a less harsh glare -- an atmosphere more in symphony with her thoughts.

"But that's what he's done for me," she continued. "He's given me something, not just sexual, but emotional, that wouldn't be possible with you, or William, or anybody else. And it's because he's young and unbridled, and uncluttered, and believes the world is good, and that people are good, and that goodness can be shared and spread until it becomes a warm and cozy blanket protecting us from the cold, harsh world."

Her nipples were an inch long and hard now, and I could see the glistening stickiness on her fingers. I marveled at her being horny thinking not about sex with Jonah, but about Jonah the person. Was I jealous? Yes, I admit for the first time in our many sexual adventures, I felt a tinge of jealousy and for a reason I would never have anticipated.

"Jonah has some basic literacy skills," Susan said, finally getting around to my question. "They say you become a man when you fuck your first woman. And the more women you fuck the more of a man you are. And maybe that's true. But to be a real man you need to be compassionate, understanding, empathetic, caring, and just a little bit feminine. Jonah has all those characteristics but if he's not literate, he can't become the real man who can use all those traits. That's why I'm helping him learn to read and write. That's my real gift to him and Jonah the boy will go home Jonah the man and do great things. It's just too bad he couldn't go on to college."

So she was thinking about gratitude as well. And here I was just thinking about myself. It was amazing what I had learned in the last few days from a bunch of 'ragged Black men' and a housewife I'd been married to for almost three decades. I swallowed hard. I couldn't think of one thing to say as she raised her soaked fingers to her lips and sucked off her own juices.

"You still awake," she whispered a few minutes later. I closed my eyes as she turned towards me. A few seconds later she pulled a sheet over us and turned off her lamp. She rolled over on her stomach and brought her right hand up under her pillow scant inches from my face. I drifted off to sleep with the aroma of her juices strong in my nostrils. In my dreams they were fucking slowly, yet with an intense passion, as she taught Jonah to read Bob Marley lyrics. He was doing a thesis on Marley and he needed to learn how to read first. There wasn't a lot of time so they were fucking and studying at the same time. William appeared at the bedroom door, his long hard cock in his hand, saying how grateful he was and wanted to know what time did his lesson started. Susan turned, letting Jonah's long ebony shaft slide out of her, his sperm gushing out of her cavernous cunt and down her thighs. She told William to put the broom down and come over to the bed. "It's too late for you to learn to read, Sir William," she said as he climbed onto the bed. "But I have something else to teach you. Whores are the best teachers. I'll show you what Mary of Magdeline showed Jesus. But just this once Sir William. Jonah already knows and soon you'll see him performing miracles."

The dream faded as she slid effortlessly down on William's cock burying all 12 inches up into her belly. "Soon you'll see Sir William....." Her voice trailed off as the vision faded.

My wife became their white cum slut IV

Susan was in the kitchen pouring a mug of coffee, decked out in the white sundress of the day before, her pert body startlingly obvious through the shear material. Her eyes were red, she moved slowly, but had a secretive smile on her face that told plenty.

I poured a cup of the steaming brew and sat at the table across from her while she filled me in on the events I'd missed.

They had dosed off for several hours after I left the carriage house, waking eventually to the sound of rain on the roof (I slept through it). They were soon fucking for a fourth time and William blew another load deep into her. They lay there with his cock still inside her, neither of them saying a word. She used her experienced pussy muscles to squeeze him hard again but before they began fucking again decided to go inside where they made a snack and took it up to the bedroom.

There they talked for half an hour about William's hope that she would be willing to service all eight Black cocks for the next two or three months. She had agreed without hesitation and with hardly any limitations. Of course if we had company fucking wouldn't be possible, and when she was on her period, or if she became too sore to accommodate them. She agreed that occasional visits to the farmhouse might be necessary if we did have company.

She also had no problem going out on 'dates' with them one at a time. What that might involve, none of us really knew at the time although later I'll write about one evening when she and Jonah visited Halifax.

As she poured a second cup of coffee, her back turned towards where I was sitting, she casually asked if our agreement was still in effect. My cock was rock hard and all I wanted to do was ram it into her swollen cunt and splash a hot load of jism into her like William had no doubt done an hour earlier.

If the agreement stood, that wouldn't be possible.

I hesitated. She added milk to the coffee. "Well," she asked. "You're going to keep the agreement, right?"

I stubbed out a cigarette on a saucer, not even realizing I had lit one in the house. She sat down and as I looked up she caught me in her powerful gaze so I couldn't look away.

"Yes," I muttered. "It stands."

For some reason, knowing that eight Black men would have the freedom to do whatever they wanted to my wife for literally months and I wouldn't be allowed to so much as touch her, made my cock as hard as rock.

"Good," she smiled. "Just making sure."

The agreement, in effect for many years, was that if she was fucking somebody regularly she was off limits to me until the 'affair' was over. If a week went by that she and he didn't fuck, the agreement was over. The deal was in effect twice before - the first time for only a month, but the second time for almost a year. The agreement didn't cover the many one-nighters or numerous threesome arrangements. Just what she defined as serious 'affairs.'

Every morning Susan would supervise me as I jerked off, and after every fuck session with the guy, I would jerk off as well. The masturbation was to ensure I could control my urges to fuck her.

She sat down on a chair facing me around the corner of the table. The white dress fell between her legs but she spread her thighs slowly and began pulling the material up towards her belly.

"Wanna see," she asked mischieviously as the cloth almost reached her cunt. Already I saw the redness of her inner thighs and could easily picture what was to follow further up.

I swallowed and sort of murmured my assent and nodded at the same time. She became serious and lifted the dress up the rest of the way.

She had taken a shower before she came downstairs, but the evidence of the night before was obvious. Her pussy was swollen and red, her clit was still engourged and stood out, and her cunt lips were long and distended. Her entire pussy mound was red from the poundings it had taken. There were teeth marks and hickies on her inner thighs and lower belly.

She continued pulling the dress up until her hands were over her head and her tits were visible. Bite marks and red splotches covered her twin orbs and her nipples were hard and swollen.

"Imagine after a week," she said, referring to the condition of her body as she began lowering the dress. "Or after a month. I think you better start getting your hand in practice and we might as well bring a few pillows and blankets downstairs this afternoon. I don't expect you'll be sleeping in the bedroom for the next three months."

I nodded agreement and asked when all this was going to start. Susan looked at her watched, considered.

"About six o'clock, so that's about seven and a half hours from now," she said. "I guess William is bringing one of the others over, you know, one of the two guys who couldn't make it yesterday. William thinks I'll be very pleased."

As she said the last words she spread her legs and let the thin white dress material fall between them. Her hand slid down and she cupped her swollen mound through the dress, gently caressing it and moaning.

Then she stopped and smiled broadly.

"This is going to be so much fun," she enthused. "I think maybe you should fuck me one more time before the agreement goes into effect."

I never heard sweeter words and she was pulling the dress up over her used body as I knelt between her legs.

"Five minutes is all you can have though," she said. "Just fuck me and cum."

She stood up, brushing me away and headed for the livingroom where she lay back and spread, waited for me to drop my jeans, and helped me slide my stiff cock into her cunt.

She didn't have to put a time limit on it. I came in about two minutes and the instant she sensed the last spert had been shot, she gently pushed me off.

"There. I hope that does for the next 90 days or so," she said as she stood in the doorway, cum dripping out of her. "As of now I'm off limits. You can watch if they let you, but no touching."

She didn't dress right away - just walked around dripping sperm and smiling. That afternoon she did shower, slipped on a really short sundress, and sat outside reading.

I cooked supper and we had hardly cleared the table when William arrived with Mike, a big, muscular Black man with no smile, and a look that would break rocks.

The newcomer gave my wife the once-over, nodded, and informed everyone that he would go first.

William winked at me, Susan was dumbfounded, and Mike took Susan by the arm and propelled her in front of him towards the stairs. I started to follow but William shook his head and held out his hand in a halting gesture.

"No mon, not with Michael," he said. "He likes his privacy. He's big and rough and he'll fuck her hard for all he's worth but he won't really hurt her, mon. No bruises except maybe from his cock."

I still hesitate but William gave me a look that convinced me and he suggested we wash the dishes and clean up from supper.

We no sooner had the sink full when I heard Susan exclaim loudly. Then a few more yells followed by some muffled noises, like he put his hand over her mouth or pushed her face into a pillow.

We heard the bed creaking and more muffled cries, then nothing for a few minutes, then she was moaning and yelping alternately as the bed sounded like it was going to come apart.

William calmly washed dishes and explained that Mike was very well hung and it didn't matter if a woman could take it all, she would anyway. It wasn't so much that his Black cock was long (it was about 10 inches) but thick.

"Thicker than a beer bottle, mon," William said. "You better be findin' another woman if he decides to fuck her ass."

We finished the dishes, made coffee, drank it and smoked, poured more coffee and had more cigarettes. After more than an hour the noises subsided for a few minutes and William reflected that he must have cum in her.

The silence last about 15 minutes and then the noise began again though less intense. For half an hour the bed creaked, the moans echoed down the stairs, and Mike's grunts punctuated particularly satisfying thrusts for the big Black stud fucking my wife.

Finally there was silence again and after a few minutes Mike rumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, the ghost of a smile on his stern face.

"She'll do mon," he said gruffly. "A real white whore if I ever saw one mon."

With that he strode across the room and out the door without even glancing in my direction.

William caught my eye and smile, flashing his white teeth.

"I'll go take a look," he said, although I knew he would do more than look.

He went for the stairs and I was right behind him. At the top he stopped and caught me by the shoulder.

"Susan told me of the agreement, mon," he said, a note of warning in his voice and an edge of steel in his eyes. "She's not yours anymore, mon."

I nodded dumbly and we went to the bedroom where Susan was laid out where he'd left her. Her gaping cunt was stretched beyond comprehension, but what was so unbelieveable was the amount of cum inside it (I could actually see way up inside her) and the cupful that was soaking into the sheets. Her thighs were smeared with jism and her mound was covered with globs of the sperm-laden goo.

She appeared to be asleep and as we got closer I saw more hickies on her neck, red splotches on her tits and belly, and when William coaxed her onto her side, I saw her ass was red with slaps of Mike's big hands.

She opened her eyes and smiled.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced," she said with awe. "I didn't know it could be like that. Honest, I never dreamed it could be so good."

Now her hands were between her legs and her fingers stroked through the cum and deep into her. I didn't know if she was trying to force a Black man's cum deeper into her or coat her fingers so she could lick it off.

Eventually her fingers pulled out and dripped cum on her belly and tits as she raised them to her lips.

I was mesmerized and it wasn't until she said "go ahead" that I snapped out of it and tried to figure out what she meant.

"You have your cock in your hand," she said to me. "Go ahead and jerk off."

I was amazed to find she was right. I was actually stroking my cock and didn't even remember getting it out.

And William was naked and hard and crawling between her legs, slipping his massive rod in with ease. And I jerked off as he greedily took her and pumped his potent seed into her white body.

Susan, fucked to orgasm countless times already, was soon crying with pleasure as William's sizable tool worked on her slick and slippery hole. In half an hour I counted five climaxes before the big Black cock spewed into her. When she recovered and became aware of her surroundings once more, she saw me and asked in annoyance if I'd washed the dishes. I nodded and she said I was supposed to take the dogs for a walk down the trail.

"They need the exercise," she said. "You're supposed to do it once a day. Or one of us is and as you can see, I'm a little busy. I'd say to walk all three, one at a time, it's gonna take you almost a couple of hours."

I nodded as I zippered up my jeans.

"And don't forget, you said you'd fix that chair. That shouldn't take more than an hour out in the Carriage House. I'll come take a look when you're done - say in three hours."

William was smiling the whole time, lying half on his side with his long Black cock still half inside my wife's cunt. Susan saw his amusement and gave him a quick grin before turning back to me and asking me to put a pot of coffee on.

I shuffled down stairs and got the coffee going, found the leash and hooked up the first dog. By the time I had walked them all two hours was just about up and after a coffee and s smoke, I took the broken chair out to the shop.

The whole time I could picture what was happening up in our bedroom and I knew it was happening time after time. They had stopped for coffee, but other than that I doubt if there was more than a moment or two his cock wasn't inside one of her holes.

It had been far longer than three hours when Susan pushed open the door, poked her head in, and asked how I was doing.

"Just about done," I said, wiping glue from my hands. "I had to take it apart a couple of times."

"Your mind not on your work," she asked with a laugh.

"How about you? Are you done for a while," I asked. "I was just thinking of coming back in for a coffee."

She slid her body around the door so I could see most of her sexy form. She was draped in a short bathrobe but in the dim light where she stood I couldn't see much, but I caught a look of indecision on her face.

"Well, I suppose we could put on another pot," she said. "I'll see if William wants to come down or if he's in bed for the night."

I gulped at that remark. I had sort of wondered if he was staying and I had my answer. I'd be sleeping downstairs and she was making sure I knew it.

I put the chair up on the workbench, threw some tools on a shelf, and turned out the lights. Susan was already gone so I made my way back to the kitchen door alone.

She was putting on the coffee and asked me to go check on William.

"See if he wants coffee or if there's anything he needs," she said offhand is if my serving her Black lover was a ordinary as sliced bread. "See if he wants you to run a bath for us now. We were thinking of taking one later."

William was half asleep with just a corner of sheet over his mid-section. The rest of the bed clothes were a tangle on the floor and the bottom sheet was taken right off the bed and lay in a damp heap in the clothes hamper.

"You want coffee or a bath," I asked, almost rudely.

He opened an eye and his lips curled into a smile showing white teeth.

"Hey mon, yeh. Start the bath and bring us up coffee mon," he said. "Me and her is gonna clean up a bit. Susan said you'd find some clean sheets and stuff to make up the bed again. Said you'd love to do it."

Back down in the kitchen the coffee was ready so I filled two cups while Susan sat, legs spread, at the table waiting. The bathrobe had dropped open and her swollen, red pussy with distended lips and engorged clit was prominent and purposely (I suspected) pointed in my direction. She idly ran her fingers down through the swollen lips, spreading her pussy briefly, and innocently lifting her fingers to her tongue and licking them.

"Ummmmm!" she murmured as her tongue lapped at her juicy fingers. "That's real man cum."

She slowly sauntered to the stairs and I followed her up with the coffee, catching glimpses of her popular pussy. I had started the water for their bath and after setting the coffee on a small book shelf that served as a night stand, I went to the bathroom and checked the water.

When I looked out, Susan and William were sitting up with their backs and heads on pillows against the headboard drinking their coffee. She said Indian style with widely splayed pussy and William had his long legs stretched out and semi-limp cock hanging over his left leg.

"William doesn't have quite enough sugar, Hon, can you fix it," Susan asked. "And make sure the water is still warm. We'll be in in about five minutes."

Her rope was fully open and her tits hung firmly, jutting out between the two sides of the garment. Her nipples were hard and they were still red blotches and teeth marks from previous sessions.

I did their bidding and had to run back down for a lighter and ashtray. Then they made sure I had laid out towels, washcloths, soap, and shampoo before they went in and closed the bathroom door.

"You should probably head down stairs for the night Hon," she said. "I don't think there's anything else we need, but if there is we'll call."

I'm guessing she rode him for 45 minutes and maybe sucked him for a while. I finally heard them open the door close to half an hour after I went down stairs.

"Sorry Hon," Susan called down. "Could you clean up the tub and the floor? We're heading to bed. Oh, and when you're down, don't forget to set an alarm for 6:30 a.m. You'll have to get some breakfast ready for William and then drive him to work. The alarm clock's just outside the bedroom door."

I did as I was told. They hadn't even pulled the plug and it only took a quick glance to see strands of cum floating in the water. And the floor was soaked - from splashing I guessed. The whole time I cleaned up, I could hear muffled talking and giggling from the bedroom.

I took the clock, set it, and tried to sleep. It was past midnight and I was so horny I knew I'd cum with just a few strokes of my hand. I grabbed some Kleenex and jerked off. But it did little good. I imagined what had happened the day before, and that night and began jerking off again. Finally I relieved myself sufficiently and fell into a fitful sleep filled with visions of giant Black cocks and Susan spread for them. In one sequence, she was on her hands and knees with a giant cock sliding deep into her. Behind the big Black man fucking her was a line of similar men stretching back as far as the eye could see. A bucket was placed between her legs to catch whatever dripped out of her - and it was half full of white jism.

Another scene had her on her back with another line of men waiting their turns. Her face was a study in animal lust as cock after cock brought her to climax in an almost continuous string of orgasms.

Finally the scene faded and was replaced with a flash of William's grinning face. The next thing I knew I was listening to a weather forecast and the sun was up.

I did breakfast, took it up and had to wake them and watch as they untangled their legs and moved their groins apart. William's limp Black cock slipped out of her gaping hole. They sat up and accepted the tray of food.

Half an hour later William was dressed and we were heading out the door. Susan was still in bed but before I left she explained that two of the other guys would be dropping by in the afternoon.

"Just so you know, I'll be a bit busy when you get home so you might think about getting some supper ready," Susan said. "Dinner for four, but I expect you'll want to eat out in the carriage house."

Work did take my mind off things, but by mid-afternoon I knew that back at home my wife was no doubt locked in a humping embrace with a Black stranger. By 4 p.m. I was ready to get up and head home. By 5 p.m. I left the office.

That evening was pretty much a repeat of the night before. This time it was James and Jonah and they had apparently spent a few hours double-teaming before I got home. I served supper at 6 p.m. and by the time I finished my supper and came back inside James and Susan were upstairs and Jonah was sprawled in my armchair watching TV.

Neither of them had to work the next day so both stayed at our place, and I could only guess that Susan spent the night between them in our room. I didn't bother with breakfast because I knew they'd sleep in.

It was the same with work that day - by lunchtime I was picturing what was happening at home. Turns out they got up, ate, watched some TV and then took turns with her until I got home.

That's how the week continued. I can remember who was there on what day or who stayed the night and who didn't. I know Thursday night nobody stayed over past 1 a.m. and Susan said I could sleep with her as long as I didn't touch her. That night she lay spread and naked describing all the things done to her and all the things she had done with those Black cocks. I jerked off three times laying there listening to her and watching her play with her cunt.

Finally, after I was spent, she dropped a bombshell.

"I'm spending the weekend at the farm house, Hon," she said. "Some of the guys work in the daytime but there'll be plenty of Black cocks most of the time. William is renting a digital video camera and James, apparently, is pretty good with electronic equipment and computers. They think it will be a hoot." My penis was rock-hard again but she gave me a quick smile, leaned over, and click off the lamp.

I don't know what happened at the farm house that weekend. Hours and hours of video was recorded and from what I've heard it is 'amazing' porn that has made its way in edited form to several porn companies. Susan won't tell me what companies and she claims she doesn't have any copies of the five full-length tapes that eventually came out of that weekend.

When she arrived home Monday afternoon, she went right to bed and slept until Eugene arrived at about 7 p.m.

My wife became their white cum slut III

"I be very pleased, Lawrence," William laughed and slapped me on the shoulder. "We sure be fuckin' her a lot. A whole lot mon. I be thinkin' there be two of my boys doin' the dirty with her while we be talkin.'"

Jonah came in, smiling, and politely asked for another beer, his hand resting on the handle of the fridge as he spoke. I nodded and he thanked me. I was amazed at how polite these Jamaicans were. Genuinely nice people.

William asked Jonah what was happening and the younger man said Susan had eased herself off the bed, took a cooler out of the little fridge, and was now sitting on the sofa sharing a toke with the others. I smiled to myself, well aware of the effect pot had on my wife. If she was toking, she was planning on taking a lot more cock.

It was true. She was sitting Indian fashion on the sofa, her swollen pussy lips hanging slightly open between her splayed legs, drips of cum still forming in droplets that splatted ever few seconds to the old upholstery material. Her inner thighs were red and glistening. There was a red mark on her neck and another (perhaps teeth marks?) on her left tit. She had a drink in one hand and a joint in the other.

All of us picked out perches and sat down -- all with our heads and bodies turned towards my wife as we wondered what would happen next. It was as if we were waiting for her to start things up again. There were two Black cocks waiting in the wings and we knew they would have to be satisfied before anybody used her body a second time.

I didn't toke, but everybody else did. I smoked a few cigarettes and finished off my beer, got another, and still everybody was sitting around talking, joking, laughing. Susan finished her cooler, turned sideways and swiveled onto her hands and knees and leaned over the edge of the sofa to set the empty bottle on an old crate that doubled for a table. Her legs were apart and as she set the bottle down she rested her swinging tits on the arm of the sofa leaving her ass high in the air. That was the signal and Robert and Ryan slid their shorts off again and one knelt behind her on the couch and the other cleared the crate and sat on it so his hardening Black cock was in perfect position for her mouth.

The next 10 minutes was an eye-popping blast as Robert slid easily into her from behind, about 10 inches of thick, glistening Black shaft disappearing and reappearing into my wife's tiny white body in an increasing tempo. Fantastically, his every thrust into her, forced her body forward so her mouth slid down Ryan's shaft.

Susan was half stoned, horny, and getting fucked from behind always made her cum quickly. This time was no exception and Robert had to pause several times as she came, the climaxes wracking her body and leaving Ryan's cock hanging in mid air.

And then Robert stiffened and pulled her back against him as he exploded his first load of the evening deep inside her sloppy, heated cunt. When he pulled out to a gush of escaping cum, Ryan switched positions and finished off in her pussy just as she reached another orgasm on his spurting Black rod.

She collapsed under him and sagged to the sofa, her legs finally closing and her head and shoulders hanging down over the arm of the couch, and her tits pressed against the fabric.

Ryan stod up, his long, semi-hard cock hanging between his legs like a flag pole.

Susan didn't move and her eyes were closed. A small moan escaped her lips and I knew she was just on the edge of consciousness. We stood and sat around her, gazing intently at her used body, the dripping cum, the red marks where their Black bodies slapped against her white flesh, and the wet, puckered anus that nobody had yet used but was pulsing visibly.

I was amazed to see it was almost 9 p.m. She'd been fucking almost non-stop for three hours, milking cum deep into her white cunt six times. William also remarked on the time, and reminded his friends that even though the next day was Sunday, they had to work. The others grunted but agreed and made preparations to leave.

William made no such preparations, and as the others finished their drinks, donned their shorts and sneakers, William opened another beer, never once taking his eyes off my sleeping wife.

In 20 minutes they were gone, leaving William and I alone with Susan. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize William wasn't finished slamming his Black cock into my wife's body and it was just a matter of time before he picked her up and spread her out on the bed with her legs spread wide.

"Hey mon," he said. "You be havin' a good time watchin' mon. I don't mind it bein' she be your woman."

He smiled as he stroked his cock slowly, raising it to rock-hardness before kneeling between Susan's legs and easing it into her loose cunt. She moaned in her sleep and William started a slow rhythm that he kept up for 10 minutes. She moaned constantly but never awoke, even when he increased the pace and her tits bounced as he did his fuck-pushups above her. After a good 25 minutes he sighed, stiffened and came in her. He lay on top of her for another few minutes and gently rolled off, his soft shaft plopping out of her and leaving a jism trail on her thigh as he moved away from her.

Then we talked for the next 20 minutes, testing each other out and setting limits. William wanted first rights until it was time to go back to Jamaica. I knew that was in a couple of months and had no problem with it. Basically I was agreeing that as long as she agreed, his cock would be replacing mine any time he wanted to fuck her. It could just be an afternoon fuck or it could be all night or even all weekend. I asked him about the others, and the two who hadn't come to the barbecue. He said that was up to them and Susan. I agreed.

We sat and watched the growing pool of cum between her legs. Seven loads all together. I decided to add my own and quickly stepped out of my jeans, slid my six inches into her gaping cunt and deposited my sperm after about five strokes. She didn't even moan. But of course she probably didn't even feel anything.

I pulled out, knelt between her legs and stared into the pussy that would soon be almost completely used by Black cocks on a daily basis. This wasn't a one-time thing. This was the way it would be for at least the rest of the summer.

As Susan lay splayed and vulnerable on the mattress, her puffy, swollen cunt dripping globs and strands of mixed cum, William and I sat and talked, hardly ever taking ours eyes off the amazing orifice that could milk and drain a cock so effectively.

I won't pretend to remember our exact dialogue because his accent and my memory preclude any accuracy.

Susan was the first white woman any of them had fucked and William said they would have all stayed that evening and continued with the gangbang except he had cautioned them that if they wanted continued use of her creamy white body and eager, gripping cunt, they would have to take it easy that first time. They all agreed and left hoping William was right about future fuck sessions.

He was, in effect, letting me know they were intent on continuing that evening's fun on a more or less steady basis until they headed for home. I said I figured that would be tricky considering they worked all day, seven days a week.

But William explained that the eight of them did indeed man the greenhouses seven days a week but did it in shifts. Each person had two days off a week but there were always six of them on duty. That meant every day two guys weren't working. He gave me an example: James and Jonah are off on Monday. On Tuesday Jonah and William are off. On Wednesday William and Eugene are off, etc.

I was beginning to get the picture. Every day there would be two guys and William's hints were that one would visit Susan after lunch and leave at mid-afternoon just as the second was arriving. Or if Susan preferred, both could arrive at once and take turns fucking her. Each guy would fuck her twice a week. And then of course there were evenings after the guys got off work - and holidays and days when for one reason or another they didn't have to go in or got off early.

It was still hot in the carriage house and perspiration glistened on my wife's body. William had cum in her twice that day and I knew he was intent on at least one more fuck - I could see his stiff cock twitching where it was trapped down the leg of his shorts.

I suggested he and I clean up the barbecue, the dishes, and see how Susan was when she woke up. He agreed and we spent the next hour washing dishes and putting things away. I brewed a big pot of coffee and when it was ready took a cup out to Susan who was wide awake, sitting on the edge of the bed rolling a joint. A vodka cooler was on the nearby crate and she had a cigarette going in an ashtray. Her tits swung and her swollen clit was like a hard little nub above her still-engorged and stretched cunt lips.

She took the coffee gratefully and listened as I recounted what William had suggested. When I finished she lay back on the bed, spread her legs and rubbed her pussy mound.

She said her cunt still tingled from all the Black cock. It was like they were still fucking her, she said with a wistful smile.

"What William was talking about - I want to do it," she said, and then looking around asked if everybody went home.

I told her William was inside. She swung her legs onto the bed, and I slid my hand between them, stroking her clit and mound. I felt the instant reaction and heard her moans as my fingers slid down and in to the sticky, loose pussy.

"You want me to get him," I asked as I applied upward pressure inside her cunt. She nodded and slid her own hand down and in as I slid mine out and raised the slimy fingers to her mouth.

In the kitchen William was drinking coffee. I told him Susan was awake and maybe we should go back out. I poured another coffee and grabbed some smokes and we went to the carriage house to find Susan sitting up and toking with one hand and rubbing her cunt with the other.

Her eyes were glazed from the pot, and she handed William the joint as she lay back down in open invitation.

It was quite late. Perhaps 11:30 p.m. This time William fucked her slowly but relentlessly, switching from position to position, and allowing her several climaxes in each. His mammoth shaft would be buried almost a foot inside her for moments at a time and she would keep him from moving as her orgasms slowly subsided.

An hour later she was still impaled on his cock, this time sitting on it facing away from him as he lay on his back. When he was fully hilted in her widely stretched cunt, her stomach would bulge slightly and her eyes widen. As she lifted off, and the long, thick black meat slid out, slurping and sucking sounds accompanied her moans.

Finally he rolled her off and as they both lay on their sides, he drove his shaft into her from behind as he held one of her legs high. She came within a few minutes and finally he spewed his third load deep within her as she still spasmed from her hundredth climax of the day.

I positioned myself on the bed so she could take my cock in her mouth and shot my cum down her throat in a matter of a few strokes. I pulled out, turned out all but one light, and went in the house where I crashed on the couch in the porch.

Sometime around 4 a.m. I heard the door open and though it was dark, I saw the dark shapes of Susan and William pass through the porch and into the house. A light came on in the kitchen and I imagined I heard the fridge door open and whispered conversation. After about 10 minutes the light went out and there were footsteps going up stairs. I dozed off again and didn't wake until 10 a.m.

My wife became their white cum slut II

Susan wore the dress. It was a bright, sunny day and the thin material was like gauze against her body. Her firm, pert tits pushed the material out and her dark, inch-long nipples jutted through the cloth practically begging to be sucked. The dress was slightly gathered at the waist, causing an accentuation of her hips as it flowed over them and down to brush against her mound which was clearly visible through the thin cotton.

Certainly she would have caused a riot in public, but in the partially secluded back yard, I figured she was safe. Nobody but our guests would be close enough to appreciate the visual feast she offered. And appreciation was evident the moment her new friends arrived.

William led a troop of six, tall Black men down the sidewalk and up the drive. They were all clad in loose-fitting Nike shorts, white T-shirts, and had a variety of hair styles ranging from almost shaved to full dreds. Susan was inside preparing same last-minute stuff in the kitchen as William stopped at the bottom of the verandah steps and said "Hello, mon. I be William and him beside me be my good friend James."

As the other four crowded behind him, William introduced Jonah, Ryan, Robert, and Eugene. It was a blur of names and faces, but in the coming months I would get to know those faces very well -- and their sexual desires, positions, stamina, and length of cock.

I said I was Lawrence and was pleased to finally meet them.

He made a joke that they named the town after me, and I laughed even though I'd heard that same line many times before.

"Susan has told me all about you," I said to William, and pointing at his feet said:"Are those the new shoes?"

He smiled and laughed. "Ya mon. Susan she help me with my wardrobe and I tell her she looks mighty fine in the white dress. Mighty fine!"

He looked beyond me to the kitchen window, checking I knew, to catch a glimse of my sexy wife.

"Ah, there she is mon," William beamed. "And she be wearin' the dress like she said she would."

The others behind him stood on tiptoe and craned their necks as they looked beyond me into the kitchen. I turned just as Susan leaned over to picked up the salt and pepper shakers from the table. It was a cock-hardening sight as her firm tits hung like ripe friut just barely inside the confines of the skimpy material.

She looked up and catching sight of the six Black studs, smiled broadly and made for the door. In a few seconds she was down the verandah steps and they were crowded around her and very politely greeted her, thanked her, and generally drooled at what they saw and what she was obviously offering for their later use.

She later told me she became instantly horny and wet and the tingling in her pussy was an immediate sensation that only intensified as the late afternoon wore into early evening. Several times she and I ended up alone in the kitchen fetching food or drinks, and twice her fingers buried themselves in her drenched pussy for me to lick and suck off. And the smell of her sex was everywhere. Even outside I knew we could all smell her, like dogs picking up the scent of a bitch in heat.

Besides looking, nothing really happened for the first several hours. Then at the round, umbrella-covered tabled, she squeazed in between William and Jonah to eat her salad. She had a second vodka cooler and the guys were on their third beer.

The disappearance of William's left hand co-incided exactly with a small moan from Susan. A minute later her breathling was slightly more rapid and there was a flush on her face -- even through her tan. A few minutes after that William's right hand surupticiously clutched a napkin and eventually disappeared beneath the table. Then both hands appeared and in a while Susan was back to normal.

None of what happened was lost on the other five Black men. Soon Jonah's right hand was out of sight, and suddenly Susan shifted position, rising slightly on her feet and then settling back down. She later told me Jonah had been spreading her legs and pulling the dress out from under her -- and he did it all while taking a bite out of a hamburger and then a sip of beer.

Susan was rapidly losing interest in her salad and took several large drinks of her cooler, all the while looking more glassy-eyed and flushed. Conversation was continuing all around her and she even tried to make a comment about brands of beer but she stuttered on her words and never finished her sentence.

Listen Hon," I said. "You want me to get you another drink? That one's just about gone."

She nodded, and then as an after-thought, asked if I'd make a few more burgers and check to make sure the rest of the beer was put in the fridge.

"You shouldn't be gone for more than 10 minutes," she said, looking at me meaningfully.

I knew exactly what she meant. This was the point where I leave to give them time to make their play and actually get the gangbang going. Susan and I had discussed this point that morning and had even made preparation in the old carriage house that jutted out from the back of the house, right beside the stone patio where we were barbecuing.

I had set up an old antique bed with high oak headboard, cleaned and swept the building, and replaced a half dozen old 40-watt light bulbs for new 100-watt ones. The bed was made with white sheets and a cream-coloured douvet and rustic wood crates made for tables. There was an old stuffed armchair, a lumpy sofa, and a small bar fridge. On an old table were ashtrays, a small bag of grass, and some rolling papers. The bed was pointed right at the swing-out double doors and about four feet inside the entrance.

It was a cozy, warm atmosphere and the insulated walls made it relatively sound-proof. That would turn out to be a good thing.

I got up from the table, grabbed a few empty plates, tilted the top of the umbrella slightly away from the house, and headed around the carriage house to the verandah. I looked at my watch as I went and noted the time was 6:04 p.m. I'd give her 10 minutes but I'd go upstairs and be able to look down through our son's old bedroom window.

I did put the beer in the fridge, but I was up the satirs in a shot and soon standing back from the window looking down. Tipping the umbrella had given me just enough of a view to see Susan as she still sat at the table. William was leaned over her, hands cupping her breasts and his mouth on her neck (that always drives her crazy). Jonah was half off his seat under the table and I could see Susan's dress was bunched up around her waist and her legs were wide apart. I couldn't see Jonah's right hand, but Susan's hips were moving and his shoulder was in perfect rhythm.

I couldn't hear her, and I couldn't see her face as they played with her. After 45 seconds of this, William scooped her off the chair, swung it around, and sat down on it facing the house. Susan came to rest with her legs on each side of him and though her back was to me, I could tell she was pulling at his shorts. I couldn't see the result, but in a few seconds he was lifting her up and she was slowly lowering herself down.

She went slowly, and her hands clenched William's shoulders and his big hands held her waist as she inched her wet, eager pussy around what I could only imagine was a large, hard Black cock. She rose slightly and sank down even further. She repeated the motion several times and finally threw her head back and I could see the unbridled lust in her face as she began a slow up and down motion.

The dress, of course, hid everything -- cock, pussy, slick juices that I knew were forming on William's big fucking black dick.

His hands found the hem of the dress and he slid the material up to expose her tits to him and then his head moved forward and he buried himself in her breasts.

The motion caused her dress to rise slightly in the back, but not enough to see the junction of his glistening jet black body and her small, white form.

I looked at my watch and it said 6:15 p.m. But I could hardly tear myself away. I watched as Jonah slid in behind William and lowering his shorts produced a massive, hard Black shaft that was just at the height of Susan's face. Though I couldn't see her mouth, I knew it was being filled, like her pussy for the first time ever, with Black cock. When I went to get a bear it was 7:45 p.m. and it seemed like they had no intentions of stop fucking her any time soon nor did she seem like she wanted it to stop

The other four had left their places and stood side by side forming a barrier against prying eyes from the only unprotected direction. Their hands were rubbing ominously large black dicks and they couldn't take their eyes off Susan.

William at one point threw his head back and I could tell he was moaning, or groaning. He pulled the straps of the dress off her shoulder and let the garmet fall to her pumping hips. I could just see the edge of one flopping tit but Williams face quickly move forward and Susan raised her arms to place her hands on his head, pushing him against her.

Meantime Jonah's cock was pumping a slow rhythm in and out of her mouth, and his hand held her neck to keep her mouth in position. All the time she was sliding up and down and the others had moved a few steps forward. James said something and pointed to Susan's hips and William drew back, nodded and Jonah pulled his big Black cock out of her mouth. William then took the dress and Susan raised her hands in the air as he pulled it up and over her head.

What I saw from my vantage point wasn't much, but it was amazing just the same. Just the contrast of Black and white was enough to make me harder than I'd ever been. I checked my watch again. It was 8:21 p.m. and I decided it was time to take a closer look.

I slipped down the stairs, into the kitchen, and through a side door into the carriage house. I switched on the lights, strode across to the big double doors and lifting several gate hooks swung them open -- just in time to get a clear view of Susan lifting up on William's long and massive cock. Her juices gleamed on the hard shaft and formed a white ring at the base where I could just see the beginning of a large sac and two large testicles.

Heads swung in my direction -- everyone's but Susan's and William's who were in the throes of extasy and issuing moans and gutteral sounds that told me my wife was on the verge of climax and William wasn't far behind.

All eyes spotted me and several of the men (hands on bulges) cast their heads down or looked aside like dogs caught doing something wrong. When they looked back, it was the bed they saw and smiles cracked their faces and the sun glinted off rows of white teeth.

Susan slammed down on William's huge Black pole, forcing it for the hundredth time almost a dozen inches inside her white body. William was beyond the point of return and grabbing her shoulders forced her tightly onto his groin as I knew molten gobs of his plentiful cum was splashing deep inside her. He held himself ridged for what seemed like ever and his screwed up face revealed the pleasure he was experiencing inside my wife. Finally he began to relax and then slumped back in the chair with Susan flopping her contrastingly white body against him, her face passing just inches from Jonah's forgotten ebony rod.

Nobody moved until James finally took two steps, slid an arm around Susan's waist, and gently but firmly pulled her away from the panting William and lifted her slowly up and off William's sagging cock. As it left her well-fucked cunt their was a "plop' we could all hear, and several thick strings of William's jism dangled from her now-gaping twat -- one still connected to the slit in William's massive cockhead. We watched, alomst in slow motion, as the sticky strand of jism stretch, became thinner and finally snapped and disappeared inside my wife.

James, the only one who didn't witness the scene, slid his other arm around Susan's ass and carried her like a toy doll to the bed and lay her down gently with her legs spread facing the door. She was still recovering from her last climax and her hand slid down to her abused pussy, rubbed her swollen-beyond-recognition clit and down inside her cock hole.

I turned as I heard William approaching and he shakily walked into the room, pulling the doors closed behind him. I turned back in time to see Susan's cum-laden fingers disappear into her mouth.

Jonah, it seemed, had been on the verge of exploding in my wife's mouth several times, and was anxious to shoot his load in the very near future. But as he crawled onto the bed, his big Black cock bobbing in full erection, it wasn't her mouth he went for. He was between her legs and rammed into her before she knew what was happening -- she didn't mind. Her face was contorted in pleasure and just before she closed her eyes I saw that vacant, glazed look that Susan always displayed when she had devolved into her pure animal-lust state.

William had ditched his shorts and the others were now doing the same. Cocks ranging from nine to maybe 12 inches sprang into view and the guys all began slow stroking motions as they watched Jonah's cock appear and disappear inside my wife in a steady pistoning motion that already had her close to orgasm to. William's cum began to appear on Jonah's shaft, and with each thrust more of the spent jism coated the stretch lips of Susan's cunt and dribbled down to her ass and the sheets.

The rapid in and out of his cock was accompanied by a slurping, sucking sound and the slap-slap of his huge balls against her cum-slick ass. Her moans and yelps were constant and in rhythm with her thrusting and bucking hips. Her knees were bent and her spread legs were drawn up against her tits offering the deepest possible penetration, which with Jonah was a good four inches deeper than my cock had ever been.

Jonah was reaching toward climax and within seconds I knew he would spurt his hot load deep inside her milking, eager cunt to join William's considerable cum. I could see his face working and the sweat dripped from his nose and chin to land in little splats on my wife's tits as he began to tremble in his "push-up" position on top of her. He tensed, drove in deep one last time, and let go a growl as his hips jerked several times to grind against Susan's groin. I knew his Blackman's sperm was jetting through his long dark shaft spurting against her bruised cervix and back up around his pulsating cock-head.

The sensation and grinding brought my wife to another body-wrenching orgasm and she threw back her head, clenched her fist around a pillow and heled it to her face to stifle an intense animal scream.

Jonah must have spurted into her a dozen times before his arms gave out and Black body collapsed on top of her just as she began to go limp and lower her open legs to the bed.

Around me the others were slowly stroking, and James moved the few steps to the side of the bed as Jonah summoned his remaining strength to ease himself up and out of my wife's swollen, sticky cunt. I knew what he was feeling when he was to the point where his large purpleish-black head was just inside her pussy. It was the hardest part, pulling out that last inch or so, and Jonah hesitated for a good 30 seconds, allowing us all the amazing sight of her cum soaked inner thighs, the globs of William's jism that now matted her trimmed pubic mound, and the rush of cum that accompanied Jonah's final extrication.

He rolled from between her legs and off the bed, just as James moved forward. He simply slid his cock into her and pumped 20 or 30 times and came in a loud groan. Susan didn't even have time to recover from Jonah before James was finished.

I can't remember who went next, but halfway through he flipped my wife over and did her doggy-style for two or three minutes. I can still see the cum from the previous three Black men dripping down her white thighs, and even little globs of it splatting on the sheets all around them as it flew from her body. Then there was another groan, another cock spurting into her, and Susan's face turning red and contorted just as she buried it in the pillow to stifle the howls she couldn't hold back

Then she collapsed like a rag doll onto the bed, the spent ebony cock sliding out to hang at halfmast above her ass, a single drip of cum hanging by a thin strand. We all watched it in suspense as it lengthened and finally snapped to fall squarely on the wet and pucked orfice of her ass.

The Black body moved back and off the bed and we just stood there and watched her laying there on her stomach, face still buried in the pillow and her still-pulsating cunt a small river of four Black men's cum dripping from her clit to the large wet circle of fuck juice on the bed.

It was a good two or three minutes before she moved, and that was simply a small thrust of her ass several inches into the air. Somebody had spotted the grass and was rolling a joint. I opened the doors and went inside for a beer, forgetting there was a stocked fridge in the carriage house. William had donned his shorts and followed me inside where I handed him a beer, opened one for myself, and lit a cigarette.

We were both slightly stunned by what we had seen. In the first place, it didn't seem possible that a woman five feet tall could take a foot-long black cock -- to the hilt. And take three more of almost equal proportions within the next hour and 45 minutes.

William was grinning again and praising Susan and her body, and her pretty little pink pussy, and was asking me permission to continue fucking her while he was in Canada. I nodded and smiled, took a drink and told him they were all free to do as they pleased, when they pleased, as often as they pleased.

My wife became their white cum slut

It's often hard to believe some of the cuckold stories I've read are actually true, yet there were recent events that made me believe even the most far-fetched account of a husband giving up his horny wife for other men quite plausible.

My wife Susan, a very young-looking 45 and very sexy, has had her share of long stiff cock rammed between her spread legs and swollen cunt lips. She has never failed to milk the sperm from her partners and nine times out of 10, the hot jism is deposited deep within her hot, slick pussy. The other 10 per cent of times it slips down her throat to the content, smacking sound of her lips.

This past spring a local farm market hired eight Black men from Jamaica to help with crops. It was one of those Canadian federal government programs, and when the tall, lean labourers arrived in our small community there was no mistaking who they were. They had only the clothes on their backs, no luggage, and a desire to work.

I had heard of their arrival, and quite frankly gave it little thought except that I praised the local farmer -- a woman -- who was helping them.

Our son was the first to meet them and struck up a bit of a friendship and even visited them several times at the old farmhouse bought especially for their use. I was surprised to learn it was less than a kilometer away from where we lived.

Again I gave it little thought.

One afternoon while I was at work, Susan called me about something and in the course of the conversation said that one of the Jamaicans had shown up at the door with one of our dogs that had somehow gotten off her rope.

"He asked if the dog was ours," Susan explained. "I said it was and thanked him for bringing her back."

He stood on the verandah steps while Susan took our mutt inside.

"When I came back out he was still there. He asked if perhaps he could have a drink of water," Susan said.

It was a hot day and Susan didn't think twice about getting him a drink. When she brought it out he sat on the top step and drank it in slow sips. She asked him his name (William) and told him she was Susan. They talked for about 10 minutes and she thanked him again before he walked back out to the road and headed back towards his new home.

After that, William waved to Susan every time he passed, and a few times stopped to talk. Once he had one of his Jamaican friends with him and he introduced the other fellow as James.

A few weeks passed and our son returned home for a visit. He was with Susan in the yard when William walked by. Susan waved and William did a double take when he saw our son. He walked across the lawn and soon figured out the relationship between his two new friends - mother and son.

Susan, as usual was wearing a short, Indian cotton sundress and of course had absolutely nothing on under it.

The sun was hot so they retired to the verandah and Susan brought out drinks -- beer for William and our son, and a vodka cooler for herself. William stayed for about an hour and had a second beer. Susan had a second cooler. She mentioned that we were thinking of having a barbecue that Saturday afternoon if he was interested. "You could bring James along if you want," she said. "And you don't need to bring any food, we'll have plenty."

Our son decided to take one of the dogs for a walk down by the river, and Susan soon found herself alone with William on the secluded verandah contemplating whether or not she should fetch more drinks or make an excuse to nudge William to head for home.

"So," she said. "I've got to get back to work in the flower gardens. What about Saturday? Think you'll make it?"

William said he thought he could make it, and Susan, a little tipsy (she said) suddenly realized her legs were slightly spread and the way she was sitting she was sure William could see her bare pussy.

"He was trying not to be obvious about looking, but I'm sure he was," Susan said. "It was the funniest thing, as soon as I knew he was looking, I got really wet and my pussy actually started to tingle."

She suddenly made up her mind, stood up, and told William she had to get back to the flowers. She walked as far as the garden she was working on, and William said his goodbyes and went back out to the road.

"See you Saturday?" Susan shouted as he walked down the road. "I put on a good spread."

William waved, grinned, and said he hoped so.

It was a Tuesday when Susan made the barbecue invitation and on Thursday William walked by again, this time on his way back from the store with a few bags of groceries. Susan saw that he was limping a bit and asked him what was wrong with his leg.

It turned out his shoes were falling apart and his foot was blistered.

"Well, can't you get a new pair," she asked. He said he would but didn't have any way to get to a shoe store and he was trying to save more money to send home.

That was when Susan told him about a chain of popular second-hand clothing stores. There was one about 20 minutes away. When he said he still had no way of getting there, Susan hit on the idea of getting the car and taking him on a little shopping expedition. She would look for some shorts, a new sundress, and maybe a couple of short skirts. William said he'd look for shoes and some jeans.

It was all planned out and the next day, dressed in hardly anything, she drove me to work and went back to pick up William. That evening I heard the story of their shopping adventure.

William was amazed at the piles and piles of clothing in large bins. He even talked of sending some home to Jamaica for his mother, brothers, and sisters. The prices were so low he couldn't believe it. He quickly picked out a pair of good work shoes, some T-shirts, and two pairs of jeans.

Susan had a basket and picked out a bunch of shorts, skirts, dresses, and a few nice tops.

Finally, with William tired of looking and now following her around, she headed for the dressing room to try the stuff on. After she donned each garment, she opened the door and asked William what he thought. He'd nod and grin if he liked it or shake his head and frown if he didn't.

She saved the best for last. It was a white Indian cotton sundress with long, thin straps on the shoulders to show lots of cleavage, and was pretty much see-through. She opened the dressing room door a crack, and when she was sure nobody else was around, stepped out and showed William.

"He almost fell over," Susan said. "He backed up slightly, hit one of the bins and sat down in a big pile of underwear."

On his face was first a look of awe and then his mouth broke into a broad grin, his eyes gleamed and he slowly nodded his head.

"That's the one," he said in his thick Jamaican accent. "That's the one mon, that you wear to the barbecue."

He had considerable trouble standing up without showing his hard big black dick, but Susan noticed how it lay down the length of his thigh and although he didn't notice, she actually gasped at the size of his dick.

She was actually trembling as she pulled the dress over her head back in the dressing room, and in spite of the heat noticed her nipples were erect and her pussy was tingling and her swollen clit pulsating. She took a few deep breaths, put her little dress back on, and opened the door.

William was still smiling and followed her to the checkout. Susan, carrying the large basket, hit against one of the bins and as the basket got stuck, she came up short and William bumped into her.

It was only for a second that his crotch was pressed against her bottom, but Susan thought it was a bit longer than it needed to be and William's hands came up around her waist as he lurched to a stop.

She got the basket away from the bin and they went to pay for the clothes.

On the drive back William was rooting through his clothes and marvelling at his finds for only a few dollars. When he finished he opened the bag with Susan's clothes, pulling them out one by one until he found the sheer, cotton dress. "She look mighty fine in this," he grinned, as if talking to himself. "Mighty fine indeed."

Susan gave him a questioning look and he laughed.

"You look very fine if I do say so myself," William said. "Never did I see such a fine looking woman as when I see you in this dress. You will wear it sometime? Just so I can see you in it again?"

Susan didn't know if he meant sometime that day or just some time. She said she'd wear it, but didn't say when.

"That be very good," William said, nodding.

When they approached our small town, she told William she could make the small detour and drop him off at his house. It was a slow farm day between busy periods and William and his friends had the day off. When she pulled up to the house, several other men were sitting outside in the shade, stripped down to shorts with muscles bulging on their long, athletic frames. Susan judged them to range in age from 20 to 35 and their jet black skin glistened with sweat as they smoked cigarettes and sipped what turned out to be juice.

"Come and meet my friends," William said as he climbed out of the car. "James, bring Susan a drink mon, and be quick mon. She dying of thirst."

Susan had no plans of getting out, but James was already on his way into the house and the other tall, dark men were smiling and several were making their way to the car. She got out and James arrived with the juice as William introduced her to the grinning, polite farm workers.

She took the drink and accepted a cigarette from a young well-built boy named Jonah who was trying not to stare at my wife's scantily clad, very sexy body.

Everyone was talking and asking William questions about the clothes he was showing them and all seemed to agree they would go shopping at the same store that Saturday.
"And Susan has bought something she said she will wear," William grinned mischiviously. He dashed to the car and returned with the bag containing the white dress. He pulled the thin material from the other clothes and held it up for his friends to see. Then he held it in front of Susan as if to show them what it might look like when she was wearing it.

"Try it on," William urged. "My friends would not believe what I saw."

Susan hemmed and hawed, but finally ducked into the house (it was spotlessly clean and tidy), to the bathroom, and put the revealing dress on, and as usual she was not wearing panties or bra. Her pussy was throbbing and she knew she was soaked. It took considerable willpower not to finger herself right there and then.

She went back outside, shading her eyes against the harsh sun as the five or six black men smiled, made hand gestures to each other, and spoke in thick and unintelligble accents as she made a few turns for them, and then stopped in the middle of the loose semi-circle they had formed.

And that was all that happened. They told her she looked stunning, she was gorgeous, had the body of a teenager, and "your husband he is a lucky mon."

She knew that her bullet-like nipples were clearly visible, and that her trimmed pussy may as well have been uncovered for all the dress hid of it. And her clit was swollen and throbbing as all eyes assessed the white body that was in front of them.

"I was so horny knowing that they were all thinking about sliding their big black dicks into me," Susan said that night. "They were all getting bulges and as I saw their cocks begin to stiffen under their shorts I almost came when I realized they were getting hard in order to force their cocks inside my body. And my body was responding by lubricating the very hole they wanted to use."

She said it was something completely beyond her control and if it hadn't been for James spotting the farmer's truck coming down the road, she was certain she would have been gangbanged all afternoon.

"Must be work this afternoon," William sighed as the truck rattled up the driveway. "Damn!"

Susan slid into the car without the farmer seeing what she was wearing and waved as she put it in gear and started to drive off when William hollered after her. "We all be comin' to your barbecue. Is that all right?"

That night Susan was as horny as I've ever seen her. She told me the story as I ate her wet, dripping cunt.

She didn't respond. "Tomorrow's Saturday and we have a bunch of well-hung Black men arriving for a barbecue. We don't have a barbecue. We threw it out when we moved here."

I put "Buy Barbecue" on my Saturday morning to-do list.

I knew full well what was going to happen the next evening. I'd seen Susan fucked by other men many, many times and she regularly met her boyfriends for fuck sessions at motels or their apartments. But it had always been two guys at the most -- me and one other. And White men only.
This was going to be different.

These were a group of well-hung Black men who wouldn't be happy with one session. After that they would show up at the house individually while I was at work and Susan would suck them, spread her legs for them, draw their long Black cocks into her hot, wet pussy, and allow them to pump in and out of her engorged orifice until they spurted jets of hot jism inside her body.

They might cum in her white body a couple of times, thank her, finish their drink, and trapse off to the farmhouse. The next day a different one would show up, and another one the day after. Or maybe even two a day.


I knew that my beautiful white wife would soon be receiving Black cock daily for the next three months -- starting the next day. She was half asleep and her hand strayed down to that swollen mound and gently stroked her still-swollen clit. A moan escaped and her fingers kept rubbing.

I wouldn't have believed how accurate my predictions were. The events of the next day paved the way for about three months of pure lust and debauchery that continued almost daily morning, noon and night. Susan's swollen pussy was so loose from constant use by those mammoth Black dicks, and there wasn't a time she wasn't dripping globs of sperm-laden jism.

There was only one week, when my sister and kids visited, that the raw sex acts of all descriptions abated somewhat. But even then Susan found excuses to duck out and visit the farmhouse where she was virtually a gangbang captive for several hours or more.

And while my predictions were accurate, there were some unanticipated surprises as well. But I'll get to them and you will be amazed. It was the barbecue that started it all, and it is one of the most memorable nights I ever remember.

A husband that cares

Tracy, my wife, was rapidly approaching 40. The closer her birthday got the more depressed she got. She started crying for no reason at all. To hear her tell it she was almost ready for the old folk's home. Nothing I did seemed to help. In the end all I could do is hold her and whisper loving words to her.

In truth she is anything but ready for the old folks home. Girls half her age are jealous of her. Even after having three kids she has managed to keep her 35B, 24, 35 figure. When she goes bra-less there is no sagging. And you can see her intelligence in her face.

Anyway, I know she will get over this senseless worry about age sooner or later. Sooner I hope. But I have another problem to deal with. What am I going to get her for her birthday?

I have a reputation for picking out just the right present. It never mattered what it was, a dress or piece of jewelry or something else, I always made the right choice for that particular occasion. But here I was, stumped.

What do you get someone who feels OLD, but isn't? If I didn't come up with something pretty soon it was going to add to her depression.

It was about three weeks till her birthday party and I was beginning to have trouble functioning. I couldn't get it out of my mind. What am I going to get her?

One day, since my work was suffering, I ate lunch at my desk and continued working. I had my intern Rob join me and we kicked around some ideas for the files we were working on.

Rob is one bright college kid. He's going to go far. He is a very handsome twenty year old black. He's over six feet tall and well muscled. He has an engaging smile and a deep mellow voice. Rob has been my intern for the last two summers. Since he graduated from high school. Believe me, he wouldn't have been invited back if he weren't good.

Rob and I have developed a good working relationship and have even become friends, in spite of me being twice as old as him. We maintain contact during the school year and he comes in on breaks to keep up on business. I've had him to my house several times for parties. We both look forward to working together once he graduates and starts working here full time.

"Hey." I looked at Rob and realized he had been talking but I hadn't heard a word. "You haven't been here all morning. For as much work as we're accomplishing we might as well be in the pool with a cold beer."

I smiled at him because I knew he was right. He went on, "You haven't been yourself for a couple of weeks now. Care to share the load with a friend?"

"Yeah, Rob. I would like to share my problem with someone. But I don't think someone of your youth would understand."

It was his turn to laugh. "Well, OLD man, I just might surprise you with my insight into OLD people's concerns." We were both laughing by then.

I told him that Tracy's birthday was coming up, which he knew because he had been invited to the party. I told him I hoped none of the guests brought gag gifts that would make her feel old. Then I told him of my problem in finding the right gift. Rob was well aware of my uncanny ability to make the right gift selection, so he knew I was seriously bothered.

"What are you thinking of, clothes, jewelry, vacation?"

"That's just it. I don't even have an idea of where to start. Tracy will be forty and she is afraid it means she is over the hill. I need to get her something that will make her feel as young as she looks."

We discussed several things, but they were all the usual stuff and just didn't have the right feel. Then Rob suggested a convertible and proceeded to get wild, all the way up to a yacht.

We were both having a good relaxing time, laughing at his outrageous suggestions. Then he said, "How about a young stud?"

"Well that would certainly be a surprise. But how would that make her feel younger?"

"What you need to do is find a twenty year-old black guy with a big cock that would fuck her brains out."

"You wouldn't happen to know of any such man would you?"

"Gee, I could check with my friends and see if any of them would like to bed a beautiful older white woman. One that leaves you breathless when she wears one of those lightweight tops and no bra."

"You know, Rob, you might just have something there. The only problem is, if I brought home such a present it wouldn't make her feel younger. For that to work whoever the guy would have to want to do it just because he's attracted to her, not because I wanted him to."

Rob really cracked-up then. He's always liked my sarcasm. After spending almost an hour talking and laughing I felt refreshed and suggested we see if we couldn't get some work done. We completed more work that afternoon than I had been able to do in the last week. We didn't solve my problem, but at least I got my mind off of it long enough to do some real work.

That mood lasted into the next week. But then the worry returned. Now I had only twelve days till the party and still not an inkling of what to get Tracy.

I was half listening to the radio on my way to work when Rob's outlandish suggestion popped into my head. I was surprised when it occurred to me. My experience has been that when a thought pops up like that it has some merit. I told myself that it was silly and I'd better get to thinking for real.

After that first time, the idea of some young stud fucking Tracy kept jumping into my mind. Let me tell you, I immediately rejected it each and every time. I mean, it's not like I would really even consider such an idea.

With just three days till the party Rob and I were having another working lunch. He knew I was still troubled and unable to think clearly. It seemed that I couldn't do anything right. I made one mistake after another.

When I knocked over my coffee cup Rob sat back and said, "OK, that's enough. We're not really accomplishing anything. We're just spinning our wheels."

I sat back in my chair. "You're right Rob. I just can't concentrate. I've only got three days left. Two and a half now and still brain dead. I'm so desperate I've even been thinking of your idea of giving Tracy a young black stud for the night."

"Well give me the form so I can apply." I gave him a sharp look. Over the years we've gotten close enough to speak freely with each other, even making jokes about screwing each other's woman, but this might be stretching things a bit. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was afraid he might have gone too far.

We sat there looking at each other. I'm pretty sure he was calculating the damage he had done to his career. I was surprising myself by thinking that Rob might actually be just the right gift for Tracy's fortieth birthday.

We must have sat like that for ten minutes before I cleared my throat. My words were kind of strangled when they came out but there was no mistaking what I was saying. "You don't need to fill out an application Rob. I know you'll do a great job." It was a few minutes before I realized I had said you'll do a great job, and not you could or would do a great job.

When I realized I meant every word of it I smiled at Rob. As an executive, I'm used to making decisions and living with the consequences. Once I make up my mind the matter is settled. The unease in the pit of my stomach was just something I would have to live with. Jealousy was another matter. But I decided I would get over that too.

Rob gave me a funny smile, "You can't be serious!"

"I think I am Rob. I think Tracy could get over her doldrums if you made love to her, or fucked her brains out as you so delicately put it. The more I think about it the more it seems like the right present."

"Look, man, I would love to get into your wife's pants, but I like and respect you too much to throw away our friendship over a piece of ass. I know I suggested the idea, but I was joking. Remember, I also suggested cars and yachts. And you said yourself that it wouldn't work if you brought home a stud as a present."

"I know Rob. I'm not going to take you home as a present. You're coming by invitation. And I hope that as a friend you will convince Tracy that you are hot for her. Not because I asked you to be, but because you are truly attracted. My present to her will be to let her have you."

"Oh man. I'm not sure this is a good idea. I'm really not comfortable with it."

"I'm not exactly thrilled at the prospect myself. But I do think it's what Tracy needs. I think we're the only couple in our group that at least one partner hasn't been unfaithful in all the years we've been married. I married Tracy for better or worse and I think having a guy half my age fucking her is about as worse as it can get."

"You sound serious."

"You know me, Rob. You know I'm very serious. We've always been honest with each other and now is not the time to change. It hurts me now just to think about it and it will hurt more when you're doing it, but I'm also turned on by the idea. Don't ask me why because I don't understand why. All I know is that for the last several days every time the idea entered my head I got hard."

"Shit, you're not the only one!" That got us both to laughing.

Once I had made the decision I found it easier to live with than one would think. I repeated to myself, "Rob is going to fuck your wife.", probably a hundred times a day. Each time, my heartbeat increased and it got difficult to breathe. But the closer the time came the more excited I got.

I knew that Rob seducing and fucking Tracy wouldn't be all she needed to get over her ridiculous fears. I knew the only way to put an immediate end to that line of thought was to have her friends see how desirable she is to a young stud.

To that end I developed a plan that I didn't let Rob in on. It was a plan guaranteed to show everyone just how desirable Tracy is. The downside to my plan was that it would prove humiliating to me. But when you're married to such a wonderful person as Tracy there is no humiliation so great as to be insufferable.

Party time finally arrived at 7:30 Friday. There were a dozen married couples, some with children, Rob and his girlfriend. The party began with a barbecue and swimming.

I watched all evening as Rob pursued Tracy. It was easy to see that she was flattered by all the attention he

gave her. He chased her all over the pool and had her splashing and yelling and carrying on like a teenager.

I saw him get in a couple of feels too during that time. At one point when they thought no one was looking I saw him slip his hand into the top of her one piece bathing suit and fondle her tits. She let him get away with it for a minute before she pushed him away and swam laughing all the way to the other side of the pool.

At another time I saw the shock on her face as he took her hand and pressed it against the bulge in his trunks. Tracy gave his shaft a pretty good feel before she let go and moved away from him. She wasn't laughing that time. When she got out of the pool she didn't look shocked so much as horny.

I think I was getting just as turned on as they were, just from watching them. Tracy's nipples were really hard when she came out of the pool, but she would probably blame that on the cool air. I knew the real reason they were hard. But there wasn't any way for Rob to explain away the bulge in his swimsuit. When he got out of the pool he quickly wrapped a towel around him and then went to change clothes.

It did cool down a little around 9:00 so everyone was changing out of swimsuits and into clothing that provided a little more cover. We shipped the kids off to a movie with a couple of baby sitters at 9:30 so the adults could enjoy the rest of the evening.

As soon as the kids were out of the way we put the music on and some couples started dancing. Naturally, Rob grabbed Tracy and danced with her. Even in the dim lighting from the lanterns and moonlight I could see how flushed her face was. She looked gorgeous.

I knew the time was rapidly approaching that Rob would be fucking my wife, but in a way I was happy. I knew he would be good to, and for her. And I was secure that when he was done she would be even more loving to me.

Rob was becoming more and more insistent as he danced with Tracy. It didn't matter whether the music was slow or fast. He held her tight to his body. He moved her gracefully around the dance area, slowly moving into a more protected corner. An area that was poorly lighted and much less visible to those of us around the bar.

I moved away from the bar to a better vantage point. I watched as he gradually enveloped her in his arms, her arms encircling his neck. Their lips brushed in a light kiss. I could see Tracy's breast rise and then fall in deep, slow breathing. Rob's tongue lightly licked her lips, softly probing. My wife's mouth slowly opened to his persistent licks.

With one hand sliding down over her firm ass, Rob slipped his other hand up her side and onto her tits. I could see Tracy's breathing become faster. Rob started grinding his hard cock against her belly, bringing out a small moan.

I gave a discrete cough so as not to alarm the lovers. They reluctantly parted. I suggested it was time for Tracy to open her presents. She was flustered and embarrassed at having been caught in such an ardent embrace.

The three of us moved to the table loaded with gifts. I announced that Tracy was going to open her presents now. The others gathered around to watch.

Just as I feared there were several gag gifts. Things like false teeth and hearing aids to indicate someone that is deteriorating. Her smile couldn't hide her pain from me.

Once all the presents had been opened and everyone had had a good laugh someone noticed that she had not opened a present from me. Others then began questioning what I was giving my wife for her fortieth birthday. I held up my hand and waited for them all to quiet down. When they were all quiet I made an announcement.

"I've noticed how a certain young man has been pursuing Tracy tonight and I'm sure if I wasn't here he would be trying to get into her lovely little panties." Tracy was blushing furiously and trying to get me to stop.

"I don't know of another forty year-old woman that can command such ardent attention from a suitor. Especially a suitor that knows the woman's husband is just a few away. Rob has been trying all night to get Tracy to himself. And I think we all know what he wants." There were some discrete chuckles and whispered comments.

"My present to my wife is that she may have this young stud for the rest of the night." There were gasps and exclamations all around. I noticed that Tracy was silent.

"Rob, would you come over here please?" I could see that Rob, even though he is dark skinned, was blushing at being singled out this way.

When he was standing on the other side of Tracy from me I looked at her with a smile. "Wouldn't you like to open your present and show everyone what you're going to enjoy?" There was no one making a sound now.

Tracy turned and looked at me. She studied my face for a minute then reached up and kissed me. "Thank you for the most wonderful present ever."

With that she turned to Rob and said, "You're mine, now, stud." she giggled. There was a little nervous laughter from some of the guests but no one made a move to leave.

My wife unbuttoned Rob's shirt then caressed his chest and belly. Her hands danced over his well muscled chest, then slid up to his shoulders and pushed his shirt off and down over his arms. She leaned forward and sucked first one nipple and then the other into her mouth. Lightly biting and tonguing his nipples. Her pale white skin stood out in sharp contrast to his darkness.

Rob was moaning from my wife's tender ministrations. His nipples were hard points stabbing at her mouth. Her hands glided down his dark body pausing to rub and probe his belly button. His muscles were twitching and rippling as her white hands caressed his black skin.

Tracy's hands slowly moved downward, further, sliding over his hard shaft. Her lips followed the trail her hands had blazed. Lips kissing and tongue flicking against him she moved lower and lower. Her soft pink tongue probed his bellybutton bringing moans from deep in his chest.

Those dainty white hands unfastened his pants and pulled them down as she sank to her knees in front of him. She lovingly raised his feet, one at a time and removed his pants. The only sounds around the pool were breathing and soft moans.

Rob's white shorts were like a beacon. My wife's hands moved up over his legs causing them to tremble and shake. She grasped the waistband of his shorts and began to pull them down. Rob moaned as she held his cock for the first time so she could pull his shorts over his hard muscle.

Tracy was panting. Her nostrils were flared. I knew she was close to orgasm. Once his shorts had been removed she began stroking his big black cock. I heard gasps from some of the other white women as they enviously watched my wife with her present.

As a jewel of pre-cum grew on the tip of Rob's cock I saw the hunger in my wife's eyes. She moved forward and her tongue flicked out to taste his maleness. Rob's hips jerked as her tongue probed his pee slit.

Suddenly, Tracy's body shook with orgasmic spasms. She silenced her screams by impaling her mouth on Rob's black spear.

"AAAAHHHHH Jesus." "Oh fuck!" "Yeeeessss." Our guests jealously complained or softly voiced encouragement.

My wife's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate Rob's massive black cock. Her hands stroked his shaft in time with her head rocking back and forth, sliding the head of his meat in and out between her lips.

I felt an urge to help. I moved up and knelt beside my wife. When I touched the top of her dress her head snapped around and her eyes blazed at me in anger. When she saw it was me her expression softened. She took my face in her hands and gave me a soft kiss. Then she turned her attention back to the hard black pole waiting for her.

From a few inches away I watched as she once again worshiped her black lover's cock. I unfastened her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. Reluctantly, she released Rob's tool, but only one hand at a time, allowing me to remove her dress.

Next, I unfastened her bra. I reached to the side and picked up a knife off the barbecue. I used the knife to cut the bra straps and allow it to fall free. Then I lowered her panties and used the knife to cut them so I could pull them all the way off her.

Rob was groaning in ecstasy as Tracy stroked and sucked his big black cock. Tracy's right hand dipped between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She dug two fingers into her wet pussy and pulled them out, dripping with her pussy juice. She spread the juice over his big light pole dick. Then she did it again. Repeatedly she took juice from her sopping pussy and slathered Rob's big dick.

She could sense Rob's approaching orgasm and her movements quickened. Her cheeks were sunken with the force of her sucking that magnificent black pole.

Rob's groans got louder and louder. He yelled, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." I watched his balls spasmodically jerk as he filled my wife's mouth with cum. Tracy swallowed and swallowed, trying not to lose any of his seed.

It seemed like he would never stop eumming. Still, she didn't stop stroking and sucking on his cock. Her lips were glistening wetly from her juices on his cock and some of his cum that had escaped her voracious appetite.

I could see that Rob was weak kneed from his violent orgasm. After several minutes he held my wife's head and pulled his cock from her mouth. "I have to fuck you now."

"Yeeessss." Tracy hissed in reply.

She turned on her knees and leaned forward to rest her arms on the ground, leaving her ass in the air. Rob knelt behind her and rubbed the head of his big cock up and down her slit. Juice was dripping from her pussy as he teased her.
"Please put your cock in me, Rob. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me NOW!"

She thrust her ass back at the same time Rob drove forward. He slammed all the way in her until his pubic hair was scratching her ass. I was awe struck as I watched his shiny black cock sliding back out of my wife's pussy. Then they drove together again.

Rob's only contact with my wife was his cock buried in her pussy. Neither of them said anything. But there movements were a well choreographed dance. They moved in unison. Pulling away from each other, only to slam their bodies together again.

Tracy was whimpering as she had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. She repeatedly impaled herself on Rob's cock trying to get more and more of him in her burning hole. Minute after minute the wet slapping sounds got louder and louder which each new orgasm. Several of the white women watching the muscular black stud fuck my white wife cried out with their own orgasm as they had been fingering themselves.

My own prick was so engorged I was in pain as I watched my young black boy slam his long thick lance into my white beautiful wife pussy that up until tonight it was tight but after this fucking I would never be able to enjoy it again.

Finally, Rob roared as he grabbed Tracy's hips and held her, with his cock completely buried in her pussy, pumping his fertile sperm deep in her womb.

Once again, everything got quiet. Then Rob got up and helped Tracy up. They stood in front of me with Tracy looking at the ground and saw sperm dripping from Rob's cock she wasn't about to let it go to waste so like a hungry animal my wife was on her knees licking his cock like her life depended on getting every drop of their fuck juice in her mouth. Rob looking me in the eye. "I'm going to take her to bed now. You can have her back in the morning."

I was unable to speak. I had been so confident that my wife would happily return to my side after a little fling. Now I wasn't so sure. Tracy raised her head and looked at me, with Rob cum on her lips she stood up then, she leaned forward and gave me a kiss, with Robs cum on her lips.

My wife looked around and was startled to see all of our friends witnessing her falling under the black man's spell. Her luscious body was exposed for them. Rob's cum mingled with her own juices were running down her legs.

She smiled at our guests. "You may go now. My lover is going to take me to bed." I hoped I would be able to watch from the window. I didn't know what else I could do. I hope you guys had as a good time watching as I did having it done to me. I saw the look in some of the white female there, it was a wanton look a look of envy. She told me to sleep well and she would see me for breakfast, Rob look at her and nodded okay I will see you for a lunch.