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 I've tried to remember everything that happened and to put it all in date
order.  I have a good memory for events and conversations but since I'm no
writer I just hope it all makes sense.

   My name is Lauren I'm now thirty five with three children.  I'm married
to Kevin who is the greatest husband one could wish for.  I'm five foot
three, my legs are my best feature and possibly because I workout regularly
I've a good figure even after three babies.

   My husband and I have always had a good sex life and from the time we
first started going out together we used to play sex games.  Basically I
would wear sexy clothing and we'd go out.  Now obviously the nature of the
clothes varied so I wouldn't say anything was particularly typical however
it was always a big turn on.

   We never stopped doing this even after we got married and eventually in
our mid-twenties we fell into a bit of a repeating habit.  There were four
main venues we visited; three of them were nightclubs while the forth held
a large bar and a dance floor at the back.

   It was not unusual for us to go to one of these places twice a month,
depending how we felt, and although most times it often followed a similar
routine, it never failed to get us excited.

   As I've mentioned the outfits varied usually according to how we were
feeling.  Sometimes Kevin would persuade me to do something different but
we got a kick out of most things.

   Over time I collected a varied selection of clothing from short dresses
and skirts to see-though knickers and tops.  I was never completely blatant
but sometimes would really push our boundaries.  I had been out quite a few
times without knickers and once, just once, I went to a club in nothing
more than a short tight dress, heels and a nervous smile.

   I can still remember the looks I got and within minutes I had almost wet
myself I was so edgy.  We stayed only a short period and I spent virtually
all the time there pulling at the hem which was liable to slip higher as I
walked.  I was too afraid to dance so I stood by the bar sipping a couple
of drinks before Kevin consented to leave.  I'd been aware throughout that
my nipples were very visible as was the clear lack of panty-line.  Of
course the sex was great after that; we could barely keep our hands off
each other in the taxi.

   Most times it was a little more subtle but still involved me displaying
myself albeit slightly less blatantly.  I would often have no bra (my small
breast didn't need one) under a tight top or wear see-through knickers with
a short skirt.  Sometimes I would wear fetish gear under other clothes such
as a body stocking or playsuit and although I probably looked quite
respectable it got me very hot indeed.

   So that was the background to what happened.

   It was a Saturday night and we went to one of the clubs.  I wore a
shortish black dress, hold-ups and a pair of virtually transparent knickers
that showed my brown bush very clearly.  The bar we went to first was busy
and I was checked over by a few guys (which we both enjoyed) before we went
to the club.  Inside the place was on two floors and once we'd entered and
climbed the stairs to the bar we could look down on the dancers moving
about below.  Kevin got drinks as I bagged a couple of stools overlooking
the floor and lightshow below.

   I then sat or stood with leg open so that my half covered bush was
more-or-less exposed to anyone who looked up and caught me in the right
light.  I remained like that for some time pretending to enjoy the music
and dancing on the spot, all the while trying to glimpse someone staring up
at me.  I'd done this several times before and knew when I was most likely
to be spotted and sure enough two or three guys clocked me.  As was
normally the way, they were dancing with someone so had to steal furtive
glances up at me while trying not to bring it to their partner's attention.

   After I'd finished my drink I went to get us refills and adjusted myself
to show a little more of myself when I returned.  I was really excited to
see that a few others had clocked me and a small group of guys were nudging
each other when one of then got a momentary view of me during a flash of
bright white light.

   Following the second drink I went to the toilet before cruising down to
the dance floor, I had a brief dance then returned to my husband before
anyone got too close.

   After a couple more drinks I prepared for another tour before Kevin and
I vacated the seats and either left to get back to bed or we'd chance a
brief period on the floor.

   I went to the ladies and having relieved myself I stepped out of the
cubical only to be confronted by a large black guy holding a knife.

   A female voice said `be quick.' And I was shoved back into the cubical
where I stood as the door was bolted and the knife pushed against my
throat. I nearly passed out.

   `I'd hate to slice that gorgeous face of yours so keep completely silent
or you won't get out of here in one piece.' He nodded then as I heard the
cubical next to us shut he whispered `turn around'.

   I did so and his hand went up my skirt and covered my knickers.  I said
`please...' as the main doors opened and along with the loud music there
came the squeals from a group of girls who tumbled in all talking together.

   `Shut up or get hurt.' He hissed as he ran the blade of his knife up and
down my neck as if he were shaving my husband's face.  His other hand had
pushed the damp gusset of my knickers to one side and a large finger pushed
into me.  I was so ashamed that I was wet and open, from my flashing
exploits but I was far to frightened to risk any noise.

   One of the women went into the cubical opposite to us and continued to
talk to another who was next door.  The others went to the next group of
cubicles and could be heard chatting away.  The guy left my sex alone and
fumbled for something then said `open wide'.  I wasn't about to argue
although as I felt him place a ball against my mouth I knew immediately
what it was.  I tried to turn my head but the knife bit into me and I
froze.

   The ball-gag was pushed into my mouth and I felt the knife move away as
he secured the straps behind my head then it returned and he said in the
smallest of whispers.  `You've been offering your pussy to me all evening
so now's the time to deliver.'

   I knew he was going to rape me and wondered if there was any chance I
could raise the alarm without having my throat cut.  Looking back people
might suggest I could have yelled before the gag went in as he would have
been mad to attack me in such a crowded place but I was terrified and
didn't feel able to do anything.  In fact unless you've been in such a
position it's almost impossible to understand; I could barely remain
standing and if I hadn't just relieved myself I would probably have lost my
bladder.

   He sat and I heard a belt being undone then as I stood shaking, his
hands moved around my waist and I was pulled onto his lap.  His very large
penis rubbed my sex through my thin knickers then he moved the crotch to
one side and pulled me down.  I resisted but he hissed that if he got the
knife out again he would use it.

   I lowered myself and felt the head of his manhood part my lips and his
large bell-end begin to enter me.  I found it impossible to stop myself
shaking with fear as he penetrated me, I felt such shame at this violation.
I gave a muffled scream into the gag but that was completely hidden by the
sound of the nearby toilets flushing and the voices of some more patrons
entering.

   He took the opportunity to grip my hips and pull me down onto him and I
felt his large cock go deep.  I moaned and the tears which had started the
moment I knew I was going to be raped turned into a cascade.  All I could
think of was surviving this torment, I didn't want to die.  He put his
mouth close to my ear and said in a loud whisper.  `Get to work.'

   The noise from outside was almost deafening; the main door was being
held open and the music was blaring, the women inside were shouting to be
heard as he gripped my waist and directed my motion; I rose up then came
back down as I was forced to fuck with him.

   His large penis got deeper into me until he was all the way in at the
bottom of each journey.  He got me to continue this for some time, I was
thankful I had been well lubricated before this began otherwise I would
have been in agony, as it was it felt very uncomfortable.

   The commotion slowly died down until there was no sound from the
bathroom except the noise of my rapists cock going in and out of me.  Then
I heard a toilet bolt slide and a door open then the female voice said. 
`It's clear, open the door.'

   My rapist leaned forward and unbolted the door and it swung open to
reveal a black woman maybe ten years older than me who was holding a camera
phone.  `Smile!' She said and snapped away.  Hold you skirt up,' my
attacker said and after a hesitation during which I heard him growl I did
so.  The woman whistled and said `damn she looks tight.' She clicked away
then said `Gag.' And the rapist removed the gag.  For a second the woman
paused, there came a noise from just outside the main door then she took
two pictures before saying; `smile.' The man bit my neck and I gave a
little yell which she captured then changing the phone for a camera she
said `smile nicely or he'll widen that mouth of yours from ear to ear.' I
stifled a cry and with my tears still flowing I gave a couple of weak
grins.

   The main doors burst open and the man pushed the door shut before the
new users came around to our section.  The black woman was back in the
cubical next to us where she stayed while I continued to work on the man
who seemed in no hurry to climax.

   It was quite a few minutes before the woman knocked on the door again
and it was opened.  This time she offered me a paper hanky which I used to
blow my nose and dry some of my tears.  `Now lets have a really nice smile
Lauren.' The woman had taken my purse and had obviously got my details. 
`Lift the dress.  Say easy.  Again, easy.  Say April.  Good now say fuck
me. Go on say it again and again and again.  Keep saying it.' The main
doors opened and she retreated and our door closed.  This time the wait was
brief.

   This time as she opened the door the man said `I'm gonna' cum' and I
felt him stiffen then shoot his load in me.  `Lauren you are such a good
lay.' He said then as my tears fell I was pushed off him and he pulled the
crotch back over my soiled hole.  The woman smiled and said.  `Lauren you
need to suck him clean.  On your knees and get to work!  Quickly, before we
get interrupted.  I'm sure you want to get back to hubby as soon as
possible.'

   I was almost beside myself having been used this way but I slid to the
floor and crying as I did so I took his penis into my mouth while the woman
was still snapping away.  `Cup his balls.' She directed.  `No hold his cock
with the other hand and cup his balls.  Stop crying.  Hang on.' She
produced a hanky then after a quick clean up of my smudged face I
continued. She continued circling me for a moment or two but the main door
opened yet again and with an irritated growl I was dragged by my hair back
into the cubical as the woman reluctantly closed it.

   I sat on my rapists lap facing the door as he rolled my nipples in his
fingers his soft cock lying against my covered sex lips.  We had to wait
quite a while but eventually a tap on the door told us the coast was clear.
I was on my knees again and put his cock back into my mouth only now it was
growing again and the woman kept saying `great' and `suck harder' but after
only a very short while the man stood and the woman shot to the main door.
`Not yet.' She said and I was pulled back inside and the door secured yet
again.  This time I waited only a minute or two when we heard the woman
say. It's clear get going.

   The man left me and for a second I stopped still, unable to clear my
mind; was I safe?  Then woman reappeared and pushed me up against the
cubical: `Lauren King, when we leave this room you will go straight to your
husband and tell him you've been ill and want to go home.  Leave
immediately without coming back in here.  I'd check your mobile phone when
you have a little privacy the pictures on there are pretty incriminating.'
She let me go.  `lauren.king123@torchhouse.com, an email will be with you
in the morning so I'd put off any thoughts about telling the police or
hubby about this until you've seen it.' She turned and pointed at the
mirror.  `Fix yourself then get out of here.'
I stumbled to look at my messed up face.  I did my best to fix the
make-up with trembling hands then trying not to cry any more I left as

another couple of women entered.

   Kevin was right by the entrance to the toilet corridor and the moment he
saw me he came rushing forward.  `Lauren what's wrong?' He tried to look at
me but I pulled away the tears were coming again.  `I feel terrible.' I
said with feeling.  `We need to go.'

   He followed me asking concerned questions but I couldn't have answered
without completely breaking down.  I shot down the stairs and went outside
leaving Kevin to get our coats.  The cooler air hit me and I suddenly felt
sick.  I managed to get around the corner before I threw up but was still
retching as Kevin approached.

   `God.  I'm sorry love.  You're in a really bad way.  Let's get you
home.'

   What I remember about the journey were my feelings of utter, utter
violation and humiliation and the then the awful feeling as the rapists cum
began to seep out of me and into my thin knickers.

   I got out of the taxi feeling the slime coating my sex and by the time
I'd got up the stairs some had escaped and was travelling down my thigh.  I
shut the bathroom door and removed my knickers before I sat on the toilet
letting what was left inside me slowly drip into the bowl.  To my horror
the door opened and Kevin came in standing over me as another dollop of
semen dropped into the toilet.  I was aware of my very soiled knickers
lying on the floor by his feet but thankfully he only had eyes for my face.

   `Do you want anything?' I was about to shake my head when I said `Yes a
hot water bottle.' He looked at me then nodded.  `OK.' He hesitated and I
was afraid he'd pick up the knickers.  `Now, please.' I added and he nodded
again and left.

   I grabbed my soiled underwear shoving then deep down in the laundry
basket then while Kevin was occupied downstairs I grabbed my mobile.  The
pictures the woman had taken were very different from what I'd expected: I
thought the rape would be obvious but she'd captured me looking excited
rather than upset and one of then looked as if I was enjoying the whole
thing.

   I began to delete them one by one then as an after thought I checked the
phone and realised they'd been shared with someone.  I'd finished the job
before Kevin returned and I had time to clean myself then as an
afterthought I found a tampon and inserted it to help clean up the mess. 
All thought of informing the authorities had gone and all I could do was
hope I got over the feeling of shame I felt, I didn't know if I could ever
look into Kevin's eyes again or if I would ever dare leave the house.

   I slept very little that night and was awake early to check my emails.
Sure enough one was there before 8am.  While Kevin slept I opened the
attachment and tried not cry too loudly.

   The email said `Dear Lauren please view the attached then go to the
following websites.  The list was of four sites and the entries I needed to
look for.

   The attachment was far, far beyond anything I'd expected.  The woman had
been using the camera in video mode and had seemingly recorded almost
continuously whenever she's had me in view.  She had then used the ample
material to produce something truly horrific:

   It opened with me getting on my knees and sucking the guy it was
inter-cut with close up shots of his face and fakes taken from behind him
obviously at another time although it was impossible to tell.  The audio
was mainly slurping and the occasional yes which could have been anyone.

   Then it cut to me holding my skirt up and it zoomed into his cock moving
in and out.  Then I was seen saying `fuck me, fuck me' before he said `I'm
gonna cum' and the camera zoomed in, in time to see some of his cum
dropping from me as I was lifted clear.

   There was little dialogue but the worst part was me fixing my face in
the mirror then leaving the toilet and climbing into a taxi with my
husband. The last part was a little under lit but it was clear enough.  I
was clearly recognisable and it looked as if I'd been more than a willing
player in the event.  I burst into tears of frustration and anger but more
out of fear.

   I recovered and checking that Kevin was still asleep I opened the
websites one by one: They were all similar; sites where people were posting
pictures of their wives with black guys and I found mine immediately.

   Thankfully my eyes were blanked out in them all but worryingly on one
site a folder was labelled Married Lauren's black adventure and the
preamble suggested that Kevin had posted it in recognition of my `first
black experience' saying that now he'd persuaded me to do it, he was sure
it would not be difficult to persuade me to do it again and let him publish
them uncensored.

   The bottom of the email had demanded I send a reply to say I'd seen it
which I did.  I closed my emails check that Kevin was still asleep then
made a coffee.  There was nothing in my in-box when I looked at 9am but
thankfully Kevin could do sleeping as an Olympic sport so he was still
crashed at 09.45 when the next email came.

   It had a further link which I opened and nearly died.  The page was
entitled Lauren King and then detailed me including my email address, and a
string of personal details all gleaned from my clutch bag.  There were
pictures of me with the rapist and a biog which stated that I'd been
flashing at men for ages and finally got what I really wanted, a black
cock. It went on to invite huge black guys to contact me for public sex
preferably when my husband was likely to be about.  I was still crying when
another email appeared.

   `As requested uncensored pictures will be posted on Tuesday am along
with directions to your private website.  Please reply to confirm you
really want this.'

   I of course replied with a no then got directed to a chat room.

   `Please send a complete, accurate and detailed history of your sex life;
that's every person you have had sex with, how good they were what you
enjoyed most with them plus details of all the sex games you've played with
Kevin.  Remember you've been about in town for months showing off your body
in various clubs so don't leave anything out.  I expect you've had dozens
of one-nighters so include them all.'

   I was shattered.  I found it hard to think but another look at the very
graphic image they'd added to the bottom of the email compelled me to
respond.  I wrote an edited version charting my sexual partners from the
first one to Kevin' with a few details about what we did, that was all
except for my more recent escapades with Kevin.  I started this before
Kevin woke, starting with a simple list of people and dates (it was not
that long and I left a couple out) then I filled in the details as he
watched the Sunday football then managed to complete it the next day before
he returned home from work.

   I was surprised to get such a swift reply.

   `I cannot believe you only had three men before Kevin and you've omitted
the one-nighters.  Check this site.' There was a link to one of the sites
I'd viewed the day before but now it held three pictures of me uncensored.

   Then my mobile went off and the female voice said that I had an hour
before the site went public.  To avoid this I had to email a far more
graphic account of all my lovers and one-nighters of which they expected
there to be many.  I was besides myself but with tears blurring my vision I
added a string of fictitious men along with my only genuine one-nighter who
I'd had sex with while I was still dating the guy before Kevin.  It was the
only story I knew so I embellished it a little and wrote that I did similar
with some of the fictional others.  I didn't intend to but I was now so
scared I just had to.

   The response when it came was an instruction:

   `The uncensored pictures have been removed for now.  Tell me about your
job; where it is, what hours you do and describe all your work colleagues
in detail.'

   I gave them what they wanted to know but the reply was `Much more detail
and this time include Kevin's while your at it.'

   I added a complete resume of me and after further prompting added a page
and a half on the people in my office.  Kevin's job, colleagues and working
history was brief but I sent them anyway.

   Then the reply.

   `You must go back to the club this weekend only this time you will have
no pubic hair.  Shave in front of Kevin so he knows.  You are to wear
exactly what you did last weekend.' That was all.

   I was almost beside myself I was so upset.  I had a very good idea what
would happen if we went back but I felt absolutely powerless to do anything
about it especially as I kept receiving a series of emails with pictures of
me pasted on them and links to the sites that still contained my pictures.

   Kevin was getting a little concerned about me but I dare not let him
find out.  I looked such a slut in the photos and worse the short video
made me look like I was cheating on him; he simply wouldn't believe me if I
said it had been rape.

   So I hid my fears and the shame then pretended I was keen to go to the
same club that Friday.  At first Kevin said no, partly because we had
planned to do other things but also because I was being withdrawn and a
little strange and I guess he thought I was ill.

   In the end to persuade him I was genuinely keen I made a big play of
shaving my sex the night before and as I suspect the black guy had expected
I was forced to have sex with my husband during which I actually faked a
climax; I felt degraded and dishonest.  It wasn't Kevin's fault but sex
didn't seem the remotest bit pleasurable anymore.

   So Kevin relented and we went along to the same club as the previous
week then once there we did much the same as the previous weekend only I
had more `hits' than usual which implied my sex (only covered by the almost
transparent knickers) was now more visible than before.  Eventually after
three drinks I saw the black woman signalling me to follow her.  I excused
myself and said I was going on cruise after the toilet then followed her to
the ladies were I waited outside a cubical until the coast was clear then
the man opened it and I went in.

   It sounds stupid but I was expecting this so I just went along with it
all hoping (without actually thinking it through) that I would get out the
other side with my marriage intact.  The black guy wanted me to step out of
my knickers so I did without comment then he handed them to the woman and
said that we should go and dance.

   She escorted me out but I couldn't go down to the dance floor as I'd be
completely exposing myself once we got there and heaven only knows what
would happen them.

   `OK, Snow White, you have two alternatives to the dance floor.' The
woman stated with a grin: `Go back, knock on the door and ask Mike to fuck
you or come with me over to that pillar where I'm going to finger-fuck you
in front of everyone including Hubby.'

   I looked horrified and said `no' but she simply smiled then leaned
really close and said; "either dance, fuck or I'll do you where we stand!"

   I was crying again as she pulled me towards the dance floor.

   `Please, I can't.'

   `Then I guess it's show time' she said and made a grab for my dress.  I
was backed against a pillar so she managed to grab it and started to lift.

   `No wait, Wait.' I'll go to the toilet.' I said in desperation.

   "You mean you'll go for a fuck." She said grinning.  `Go on then, I'm
behind you.' She gave me a nudge and I was forced to turn and with weak
knees and return to the bathroom.  After waiting until the room was empty I
knocked on the door and Mike opened it with a smile.

   `Come on in you know what to do.' He said and pulled the door shut
behind us.

   Once there he dropped his trousers and shorts and sat as before.  I went
to turn around but he stopped me.  `No Lauren.  Face your black lover this
time.'

   When he said, `guide me in.' I looked down then with a shaking hand I
gripped his big cock and manoeuvred it to my sex lips.  He tried to
penetrate me but I was far too upset and my pussy dry and tight.  There was
quite a commotion again the other side of the door so Mike said in an
almost normal voice,' there's a tube of lubricant in my jacket pocket.

   It was hanging on the door and I searched for it then handed him the
cream.  I stood as he spat on a finger then inserted it before replacing it
with the tub.  He then squeezed it and I felt the cold jelly enter me.

   `Get on.' He said and after a pause I got hold of him and guided him
into me.  I started to move up and down as before feeling his cock slip
fully inside.  `Kiss me and use your tongue.' He ordered and knowing what
would happen if I refused I did as asked as his hands ran all over my body.

   I was crying silently as this continued for some time until then there
was a knock and Mike leaned forward thumbing the lock and letting the door
open.  I began to turn to check if she had the camera again but Mike said
`kiss' so I did.

   After a very short while the woman helped Mike remove my dress and then
left as Mike shut the door again.  `Lauren, this guy Christian, when you
slept with him did he use condoms?' I looked confused.  `Well did he?'

   `No' I said.  Thinking this was what he wanted to hear.

   `OK.  So your boyfriend Pete, did he sleep with you the same night you
had sex with Christian?

   `No.'

   `How long after?'

   `What?

   `Did you sleep with him?'

   `I don't know.'

   Yes you do.' He said with menace.

   `Two days.'

   `You're lying.'

   `No please I'm not.'

   `How long?'

   I was really scared.  So I said what I hoped he wanted.

   `Ok that night.'

   `With another man's cum still inside you?'

   `I...  er...  yes.'

   `Good.  I want you to have sex with Kevin tonight.'

   `What?'

   `You will have sex with Kevin tonight.  And to make it more interesting
you will do it in the taxi home.  I'll follow to make sure you don't back
out!'

   `No.  I couldn't.  I really, really couldn't.'

   `I don't like this arguing.' He whispered still putting real venom in
his voice.  `OK I'll let you do it against the front of your house after
the taxi's driven off, only you will have to pay a penalty.

   `But...'

   `No buts, we will follow and watch.  Just do it then since you have
Wednesdays off work I want you to dress in stockings and heels only for me,
when I visit you that afternoon.  About two PM.'

   `No I can't!  Please don't visit, I'm begging you.'

   `OK then fuck in the taxi.'

   `No I couldn't.'

   `You debut video will be on every porn site I can find by tomorrow and
so will all the pictures of you unless you choose."

   `Please don't.' I cried.

   `Then make a choice.'

   I had no option.  Sex I the taxi was just ridiculous and would either
result in the driver calling the police or throwing us out.  Come to think
of it knowing some of the creepy ones we'd been given a ride home by he
might even expect a treat himself.  The prospect was awful.

   `OK but please if you must come to my house, be discrete.' He laughed at
me at that point then said kiss and he mashed his mouth on mine as I
continued to fuck him.

   There was another knock and the door opened gain and the woman said
`that's it honey give Mike the relief he needs.  Milk him dry.'

   The door was open for ages but only because there was no one there and
eventually Mike came in me while the girl watched and urged him on.  This
time however he stayed in me for several minutes as we were interrupted and
I was forced to sit with him still inside me until the room cleared.

   Finally I was directed to my knees and sucked him clean before the
coloured woman told the guy he should go immediately and he jumped up and
left.

   She returned and after I'd put my dress back on she again waited as I
reapplied my make-up (I was prepared this time) and then she ushered me out
all the while Mike's cum was escaping from my bare, exposed sex.

   The woman passed me my knickers and told me to give then to Kevin then
kiss him and take him home.  I did this knowing I tasted of Mike's sperm
but I had no choice and we left, Kevin eager to get me to bed.

   I managed to slip a paper hanky up myself in the taxi without Kevin
seeing so that when we were home I dropped it in the gutter before
encouraging Kevin to take me as we stood in the shadows, once our outside
light had gone off.

   I felt really loose and sloppy but Kevin just thought me excited so he
went at it with enthusiasm.  I had my back against the wall so I spotted my
attackers watching so almost instinctively I kissed Kevin forcefully and
made a fuss of him, faking an orgasm as he came himself.  I was thankful of
the distraction because it masked my abused pussy from Kevin.

   The week shot by until Wednesday arrived and I found myself waiting
anxiously for my tormentor.  He arrived at 2'25 and I reluctantly let him
in wearing stockings and heels only.  He was accompanied by the woman who
had two large bags with her.

   We went straight to the bedroom where, despite my pleading she set up
two video cameras and then with the guy grinning from ear to ear I knelt at
the end the bed as ordered and performed oral sex on him.

   It was so very different from the toilet: Once he felt ready he pushed
some lube in me then got on top and we began to have sex.  He kissed my
neck and nibbled my ears then began to ask me about the sexual adventures
I'd had with Kevin.  He wanted explicit details and got me to describe the
`no knickers episode' in detail asking me how I felt, who saw me, what my
pussy was like and of course what we did after.  He made me tell him all
about our lovemaking in the bushes the previous summer and a petting
experience in the cinema.

   My sex felt sort of warm and tingly from the moment the lube went in and
his neck kissing plus the sexy talk began to have the effect he wanted and
despite everything I very slowly began to respond.  We both knew it so he
worked even harder and when he redoubled his assault on my neck I actually
moaned.  He kissed me for real (meaning I actually responded a little) and
he began to move his hips so that his cock came almost out then slammed to
back the hilt causing me to grunt with every thrust.

   He knew that he had managed to make my body betray me, something up
until then I would have claimed to be completely impossible.  This spurred
him on and he really worked on me his while body gyrating against me as his
manhood circled in my stretched hole.

   Then to my utter, utter shame I felt an orgasm building and I hated
myself for it but it grew and grew until I could demy it no longer and I
let out a gasp and started to move up to receive his thrusts.  Then my
humiliation was complete as I came violently and with a greater intensity
than ever before in my life.  To make matters worse the guy timed his
climax to mine and we clung to each other as our bodies convulsed.

   I lay shattered, humiliated and ruined as he pulled out.  I wanted to
turn away but he made me kiss him before he released me and I finally
turned my back to him tears falling utterly distraught.  I was obliged to
remain in this state of undress as I was then ordered to show the black
woman around my house.  She spent ages looking over all my clothes,
especially my sexy ones, and making crude comments about how my pale white
body looked covered by a black man.  She then returned me to the guy who
now wanted seconds.

   I got on the bed and lay under him as he made very slow love to me. 
There was no enjoyment this time and I was very aware of the cameras and
the woman as she moved in and out with the one she held in her hands.  She
called a halt after a while then directed me to dress for her and I
reluctantly put on my white basque and slipped on a short white mini-dress
then returned to find the guy fully dressed and waiting by the door.

   `Put you hand to his face and kiss him.' She directed.  I did so but she
wanted me to do it again and again then we moved to the bed where I undid
his trousers.  I pulled out his cock and as instructed I gave him a blow
job, cupping his balls as directed.  Finally I stood still holding him in
one hand then let him lift my dress so he could finger my wet hole.

   She got me to ask him to fuck me several times as apparently she didn't
think I sounded as if I meant it - which was true - but after a while she
gave up and the guy removed my dress then I lay down as he got on me and we
began to have sex again.  We continued this for some considerable time; me
occasionally forced to kiss him then he stopped and I was directed on top
of him.

   I rode him for a while until he decided to take me on all fours and
that's how he finished in me with a roar.  I remained in position as the
woman moved in and took several shots of my dripping pussy.

   She packed up as the guy did his own exploration of my house while I
remained on the bed as ordered.  Finally he returned to me and directed me
to the lounge where to my horror my sex began to leak and stain the light
upholstery of the sofa.

   `Thank you Lauren.  Clearly you had as good a time as me that was some
climax you had!' I looked down in shame as my face reddened the woman made
a sniggering sound.  `Just to stop you getting bored I've set you a little
game of hide and seek.  I've placed a couple of pictures of you about the
house and I've also written the website details of some of those great
sites you're now staring on, in a few places about this place.  If you
don't want Kevin to find out about your new dark secret you'd better find
them before he gets home.'

   I looked at him fresh tears spilling and wondered if I should simply let
Kevin find them.  It would be easier and at least this part of the
nightmare would be over although so would my marriage.

   I stood naked in the hall as they left.  `Three pictures and three
messages,' the black man added leaving the front door wide open, `and check
your emails because I suspect you'll need a little help.'

   I waited until they had driven off then rushed to grab a robe before
closing the door.  Despite my anxiety I cleaned the sofa of the slime then
took a long shower; during which I dug at my abused sex until I could no
longer feel his filth within me, then I tackled the bedroom.

   Despite my apprehension I knew I needed to sort it out just as much as
finding the messages so I aired the room of the stench of sex as I changed
the duvet cover, sheets and pillow.

   It was over half an hour after they'd gone before I finally started on
the search for the items my rapist had left behind: Thankfully I found a
picture of me almost immediately in the jacket pocket of one of Kevin's
suits which looked to be hanging wrong.  Then I discovered a note listing a
website link that was stuck to the computer screen in our spare room, both
inside five minutes so I was optimistic it would be completed quickly yet
twenty minutes later the others had all eluded me.

   I was getting frantic so I stopped to check my emails only when I opened
the computer I found my desktop picture now had me impaled on the black guy
(looking like I was in heaven) as the background only of course he wasn't
identifiable but I was.

   I rectified it and then as an afterthought I checked the screensaver and
found that was now a picture of me on my knees sucking the man's cock in
the bathroom of the club.  Finally having changed it as well I spotted a
new email and opened it.

   `Dear Lauren, I really enjoyed our fun today, I never knew a woman could
climax so hard.  It is clear you are as keen as I am to continue this
wonderful affair but this weekend I'm busy so we will have to wait to get
together again.  In the meantime Caren our mutual friend will be dropping
off a gift to your work tomorrow, I would suggest no one else opens it
unless you want the world to know about us.'

   Then a PS: `If you are struggling to complete the quiz I set you I will
sell you the answers; email again if you wish to buy.'

   I sat and cried I was so upset but despite another more cautious search
I only found one more item; a website address printed on a piece of card
placed inside one of Kevin's shoes.  After an hour I emailed now desperate
since Kevin was due home in less than half an hour.  Thankfully the reply
was swift:

   `Log on to this chat room: He gave me the address along with what were
apparently my own log-in details; I signed in as BlackLuvinLauren then he
connected to me.  "OK tell me which ones you have.' I did so.

   `Right.  I will sell you one if you agree to pose for Caren next
Wednesday.  Just you and her only.'

   I said yes immediately and was directed to the TV remote that had a
website address stuck to the back.  I returned and asked for another.

   `This one will cost you more.  As I've said I'm busy this Saturday but
Caren isn't.  I think you should go out shopping with her on Saturday,
she'll take you to someone who will make you look even sexier.  Don't
protest or the world will see your new website.'

   After more tears I typed ok: He didn't tell me outright but told me it
was in the bathroom.  I searched for ages before finding the photo stuck to
the underside of the toilet cover.

   I returned and found I'd been timed out so logged back in then waited
desperately as time ticked away.  Finally he connected but the reply was.
`This one will be very expensive I'm afraid.  I want you to turn up at
Grant's a week on Friday in your little yellow dress and heels, nothing
else.  You will be alone and I want you to sit drinking at the bar which
will allow everyone to admire your pretty legs.  I expect you to wait for
at least one hour and during that time if people buy you drinks say yes and
talk to them.  I will be watching so don't make the mistake of ignoring
anyone.

   I didn't reply but went and had another look but time had run out and I
heard a car which might have been Kevin so I dashed back and agreed.  He
wrote some stuff about me taking a long time to reply but then when I
actually begged him and agreed again to a trip to Grant's he directed me to
our coat cupboard in the hall where it was stuck to the back wall behind
the hanging clothes.

   I was shaking with relief when I'd finished especially as it was only a
few short minutes before Kevin appeared.  I wanted to die I really did but
I managed to sort myself out and was all smiles for him.  I was thankful he
wasn't amorous that night my sex was still loose and sore.

   That Thursday a package arrived at work thankfully without anything to
suggest what might be inside.  I slipped into the toilet and opened it to
discover it contained a DVD with a picture of me as the front cover, lying
on my back kissing the man, my sex in the foreground oozing his cum.  I
looked a complete slut yet there was little doubt it was me.  The DVD was
really professionally packaged with the title `Lauren's black lover' with
the back cover holding a brief of the `story'.

   `Lauren King a pretty married woman has turned to black men for her much
needed sexual satisfaction.  She was so desperate to go black she agreed to
meet her new black lover in her own house and be filmed with him in her own
marital bed.  You will witness Lauren having a genuine climax live on the
screen as this amateur real wife shows how a hard black cock finally
satisfies her.'

   I brushed away the tears and stuffed it deep into my handbag.  There was
a little note attached to the cover: `Lauren please look at this DVD
carefully.  There are four questions Caren asks as she commentates during
the DVD.  You need to email the answers to her before 7pm tonight or the
email now in your in-tray will be sent to Kevin.

   I dashed to my workstation and checked my emails finding the following:

   `Mr King.  I'm sorry to tell you but I cannot keep quiet any more as you
get hurt by your slut of a wife: Lauren is being unfaithful to you with
black men, if you don't believe me look at the attached mpeg and check this
website.'

   The attachment was me having sex with Mike the previous Saturday, I was
riding him and kissing him and looked like I was controlling the whole
thing.  Then I followed the link and found a whole section of pictures of
me completely uncensored.  They were very explicit but I noticed there were
none that clearly showed my face although Kevin would have certainly known
it was me.  Just as significantly the way they'd been shot made the
photographs look like I'd been with a number of different men.

   I cut from work early to view the DVD and sat tears streaming as I
witnessed the film in all its horror.  It began with a scene of me kissing
Mike then seemingly enticing him to bed.  Then it followed a pattern of me
seemingly eagerly having sex with the guy.  There was no doubt about my
climax either nor the fact that I was enjoying the sex for much of it.  I
had to play the Video very loudly twice before I heard the questions.

   They were very base and intrusive.

   How big is Kevin's cock?  What's the largest object you ever got inside
you?  Have you ever used a cucumber to bring yourself off?  Have you ever
tasted female cum?

   I sent the answers as soon as I could.

   Later I got a call on my mobile and it was Caren:

   `Hi honey.  Thanks for the answers.  I want you to buy a Cucumber
tomorrow and when I pick you up on Saturday I want at least ten inches of
it buried in that lovely snatch of yours.  I'd wear jeans to keep it in
place and hide any stains.  Oh and by the way I will help you with the
final answer sometime.'

   Friday I actually had a reasonable time that night with friends but with
Saturday lurking it was short lived.  When Caren picked me up around 10am I
was shaking with fear and disgust.  She insisted on meeting Kevin as I
stood with most of a cucumber buried inside me then chatted to him for
quite a while before we finally left.  I felt extremely uncomfortable with
the object inside me and it was very hard to keep still.

   `He's a very nice man.' She said.  `He'll appreciate your new look.'

   I said nothing but sat fretting while trying not to cry.  We parked her
car then walked round to the front of a shop where I stopped.  `Oh God no!
Please Caren I can't, not that.' The place was a tattoo parlour.

   She smiled.  `It's ok they do piercing as well.'

   I was not any happier.  `I don't want a piercing.' I added

   `We'll you will have one or the other or I'll send the email to Kevin.
Your choice.' She stood and looked coldly.  It had been clear during the
stupid game I'd played during the week that they were quite happy for Kevin
to find out and that was a sure fire marriage wreaker so after hesitating l
let her direct me inside.

   I was shown to a room at the back where Caren got me to remove my blouse
and bra.  The woman who came in was a real Goth but she was very pleasant
and told me I'd look fantastic with them.  She pierced each nipple and left
a small stud in place then told me to turn them regularly until fully
heeled.  Caren asked about rings and the women nodded.  `After they've
healed.  No problem.'

   My nipples were sore and leaving without my bra on wasn't much of a
problem but I felt so low I cried all the way home.  Caren allowed me to
clean up then before she let me out of the car I had to show her the
cucumber which she removed (I was almost hysterical from the fear our
neighbours would see) then I was forced to eat some of it; I was nearly
sick.  Only after that did we go inside.

   She chatted to Kevin for some time before leaving, then as she departed
she told him I was a bolder girl than she and left with a cheesy grin. 
Kevin was intrigued and eventually I plucked up the courage to open my
shirt and show him.

   `Bloody hell!' He said then `Wow, that's...  that's fantastic.  Christ
baby I mean wow!'

   We were in bed a few minutes later and I faked an orgasm as Kevin came
quickly he was so turned on.  I must admit that I'd never have had them
without being coerced but they made me feel very sexy and I slightly
enjoyed the fact they were there although not the reason.

   So to the following Wednesday.  I was presented with a box of clothes by
Caren at 09.30 then told she'd be back to at 11.00 I had to wear lots of
make-up; red lips and nails lots of blues above the eyes and fake lashes.

   The clothes were outrageous: There was a sleeveless black top that was
tight and shiny black plastic, zip up the back which separated my breasts
and pushed my nipple through holes.  It buckled around my throat.

   My legs wore black mesh suspender tights with the tallest shoes I've
ever seen.  They were so high only my toes were on the floor and to keep
then in place they had several buckles around my ankles.  The skirt was
also shiny plastic and was down to my mid-thighs.  It had a zip up to the
waist at the front that when I'd pulled it to the top the material was so
tight I couldn't walk properly as my thighs were pushed tightly together.
The zip had a small lock that secured it as did the shoes and the top which
was locked at the neck.

   Caren inspected me then fastened the locks before smiling and saying
today would be so much fun.  I was expecting the shoot to happen in my
bedroom but it didn't and after a short verbal fight I was forced to walk
to her car then we drove (several people caught a glimpse of my exposed
nipples) to her studio where I found it was set up for the day.

   I won't go into enormous detail about the morning since it was basically
a shoot of me posing and slowly stripping before the rather more explicit
shots of me playing with myself and using objects.  I had a big vibrator
that spent several periods up me plus a smaller one that I worked into my
rear.  As I'm sure she expected I eventually came after an hour or so with
the toys.

   We took a break and shared a nice lunch before she dressed me in
Victorian gear; corset, bustle and all that, then I did another slow strip
and this time I played with myself and used a wooden doll as a dildo.  I
was lying working the object in and out when Caren said she'd help me and
before I knew what was happening she'd picked up the small vibrator and
pushed it into my rear while the toy was still in my pussy.

   I began to get excited and soon I was quite worked up.  It was at that
moment she pulled the toy out and went down on me.  I climaxed almost
immediately and then while I was still having `aftershocks' she kissed me
her tongue swirling in my mouth.

   `Now you've tasted a woman's cum.  I'll let you taste mine another day.'
She said.

   I felt cheap and rather disgusted with myself but Caren insisted we
continue with my pictures for another hour of so then she finally let me
dress - this time into a body stocking and a mini-dress before she took me
home.

   I was exhausted and slept for an hour before getting dinner.  Kevin was
also tired but I was now actually quite excited and we made love that night
and despite all that had occurred I came twice.

   But then there was Friday.  I faked a girl's night out and managed to
slip away without Kevin seeing what I was wearing.  I looked so
underdressed I was ashamed but went to the place (I'd had a couple of
drinks before I went out for courage) and walked to the bar.  I knew people
were watching me as I was showing a huge amount of thigh and I just hoped
that was all.  I had two drinks before people started to hit on me and I
soon became aware that my bare sex was dangerously close to being on
display.  My thighs were pressed tightly together so that the furtive
glances (along with the more blatant ones) didn't actually see my bare sex
but it wasn't easy.

   Finally I was surrounded by several guys all of whom were beginning to
get highly suggestive and the dress was so short that despite everything I
was still in genuine danger of exposing my sex.  Just then the black guy
entered the bar and came over to me.  `High babe.' He said and slipping to
my side he turned my head and kissed me.  We exchanged tongues for several
minutes then he turned his attention to the guys around me.

   He said nothing but smiled at the closest then ordered a drink asking me
if I wanted another.  I said no and he then started to chat to the guy next
to him.  It wasn't as I expected rather than putting them off he encouraged
them to stay and I was forced to sit my sex so close to being on display
for simply ages.  Finally he leaned close and whispered `do you want me to
take you out of here and fill that married hole of yours with my black
cock?" I said yes and I stood pulling frantically at the hem of the dress
hoping I'd not exposed myself when I'd left the stool.

   We exited then went down the street me clinging to him embarrassed at
showing so much bare flesh while petrified that someone I knew would see me
with the guy.  Rather than going somewhere for sex he took me to a burger
and ribs place and then got me to squeeze into a booth with him.

   I knew what was coming but it didn't make it any easier.  My legs were
parted so that my sex was completely on display then after we'd ordered he
began to play with me.  The worst part of it all was the fact that this
continued for simply ages.  We drank then ate all the while his fingers
returned again and again to my open sex.

   I had one traumatic visit to the toilet before we finished our meals and
then I sat as he worked on me again.  I guess he'd known that I'd
eventually become excited and so I did and by the end I was gently moving
my hips as he got me closer and closer then he stopped and I looked at him
before he said: `Do you want me to bring you off when the girl comes back
with the card machine or in the back of your car?'

   It was a daft question.  The girl had already given me a couple of looks
and I was pretty sure she knew what was going on.  I didn't want Mike's
fingers in me while she waited for us to pay.

   `My car.' I said.

   `Good.' He answered then giving my sex a light pat he left me alone.

   After we'd settled up and I'd just about protected my modesty as I
slipped out of the booth we walked back to the car park where I unlocked my
car and waited as the black guy got in and dropped his trousers.  I
dutifully slid onto his cock once I was inside and we began to make love.

   `You didn't realise but your sex was visible to all the waiters.' He
said.

   `I don't think so.' I replied.

   "Yep sure was.  Anyway since you've volunteered to do me in your car I
want you to do something else."

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "take off the little dress." He said smiling.

   "No.  People use this car park all the time."

   "OK but if you don't I'm going to publish more pictures.  I bet there
are one or two of you friends already wondering if you're the Lauren in the
pictures."

   "None of my friends look at that filth." I replied.

   "Want a bet?"

   I didn't.

   "Dress!" he added and I reluctantly pulled it over my head.

   It is awful to say but the moment he clamped his mouth over my nipples I
began to get really turned on.  Then I heard footsteps and a couple walked
behind out car towards one a few bays away.  They both turned to stare at
me as then continued on but the woman actually smiled.

   A few minutes later another couple passed by but either they didn't
notice or were too embarrassed to stare however the worst was to come: two
blokes appeared and walked over to the car next to mine then spotting us
they slowed and watched.

   The guy had seen them and began to put on a show getting me to rise up
really high.  One of the guys knocked on the window to attract his
attention then said `do you need any help mate' followed by laughter.  I
was almost hysterical when my black assailant said to me, `It'd be rude not
to share.'

   "No please." I begged.

   "Come on what's the difference?  My cock, his cock, neither of us are
your husband so it doesn't matter."

   I'd stopped for a moment but he said `work' and I started again.

   "Please not that.  Please!!!!" I was crying now while trying to keep my
face away from the blokes at the window.

   "What will you do for me if I don't let them in?"

   "Anything." I said desperately.

   "You mean that?"

   "Yes."

   "Ok.  Then bring me off while I think of what I want you to do."

   We continued for several minutes until the other guy got bored and
dragged his mate away.  They drove off leaving us along for the next twenty
minutes until Mike came with a grunt.  I had lost any enthusiasm and wasn't
close at all.

   "You were so good at the club the other week I think we should do that
again.  You will get Kevin to pick me and Caren up and we will pretend to
be a couple.  You will show your bare pussy to the guys at the club after
which I intend to fuck you in your own house with Kevin around." He laughed
and then allowed me to get off.

   The following Saturday I danced in a short skirt as Kevin was distracted
by Caren.  My bare pussy was seen by dozens of men but with Mike (the black
guy) dancing close no one tried anything.

   On the way home Kevin chatted away to Mike while I sat in the back with
Caren.  She kept touching me up and by the time we were home she had three
fingers working inside me.

   Then it happened.  Caren and Mike were to stay over so we opened some
beers and chatted away until Mike got me to stand around the corner of the
room just out of view and he then began to fuck me hard.  It was my first
ever knee trembler but it was something else and my already excited pussy
was unable to cope and to my even greater shame I came in minutes much to
Mikes enjoyment then he stopped and we sat down again.

   Kevin knew nothing about what went on over the next hour but Mike and
Caren took turns playing with me or in Mike's case fucking me until
eventually Kevin drifted off to sleep and then I was led to the spare room
where Mike fucked me hard as Caren watched.

   Mike continued to pump in me until he came with a yell and I was left
full of his slime once again.

   Caren then insisted we go and wake Kevin and as I stood by with Mike's
cum sliding down my bare thighs she told him to get up as his wife was
gagging for it.

   Kevin hadn't drunk that much so with a smile we went to our bedroom and
it was clear he would expect sex.  I managed to get into the en-suite and
clean the mess a little but I was very aware I was pungent, loose and very
slimy but thankfully Kevin was rock hard so I got him in me quickly and
despite being as open as a barn door he took me for several minutes and
still came.  I could hardly feel him.

   The following morning Caren distracted Kevin by `accidentally' flashing
her almost bare pussy about and he was easily persuaded to show her our new
rockery at the end of the garden.  Of course as the were still walking down
the path Mike's large cock was working into me and I was taken standing at
my own bedroom window watching Kevin chatting away to Caren as they
discussed the layout and she pointed to various plants.

   Mike was still in me as they returned to the house and to my utter shame
he refused to pull out even when Kevin called up to me and started to make
his way to the bedroom.  He timed it perfectly and erupted in me then
shoved me at the bedroom door.  I Stumbled into Kevin my short skirt only
just sliding over my bare legs in time as his cum slid down my thighs.  I'm
ashamed to say I was also coming down from a very intense climax and felt
like a real shit especially when Mike stood chatting to Kevin a few minutes
later as Caren forced me to sit legs up on a stool in the kitchen as she
snapped pictures of my pussy as Mike's cum continued to slide out of me.

   I was now theirs to control so it was a simple task given Kevin's
interest in Caren for them to arrange a drunken evening where she basically
offered sex to Kevin who didn't realise that she wasn't actually Mike's
partner at all.

   To his credit he refused but when she did it again in front of me and
Mike, he looked at me embarrassed and it was Mike who said "Wow Baby" then
faking sad asked Kevin if he liked her as well, He said `yes but' but Mike
basically asked me if I was cool about it and I said maybe (as per the
script) and Mike then said ok let's swap.

   Poor Kevin was completely out of his depth.

   Caren played with him and got him off in minutes then Mike did me with
his mouth and after I'd cum (I faked it) Caren then took Kevin in her mouth
and pretended this was the prelude to intercourse.  Mike then got me to do
the same only Kevin was left looking at Mike's huge equipment and worse
this hung black man as he penetrated me.  Caren was deliberately giving
fast and furious head so poor Kevin never got to sample her pussy because
he came too soon.

   That was it and I endured Mike for almost an hour until with a roar he
pumped his seed in me as I climaxed for the second time.  After that we sat
chatting Kevin looking a little embarrassed and confused but worse was to
follow as Mike suggested we do a double on our bed and that involved Caren
and I lying head to pussy as the guys took us.  Basically Caren then
insisted she was not on the pill so rubbed some cream on Kevin before
putting on a condom.

   I knew it was one of the stimulating ones designed for men who had
trouble keeping it up so within moments Kevin's cock was throbbing from the
effects and then when he put it in her and she used her muscles so he came
really quickly.  Of course at the same time Mike's huge cock was pushing in
and out of my stretched hole right next to Kevin's face.  After he came he
lay watching as the cock sawed in and out of me and the cum deposited in me
over the past 24 hours bubbled around it.

   Mike whispered that Kevin was seeing me filled with a black cock for the
first time of what will be hundreds of occasions then he started talking
about how I was now resized to his cock and that my pussy was finally
adjusted to receive black cock only.  At this despite it all, I came hard.

   After it was finally over we lay with our respective lovers before Caren
and Mike got dressed and went home.  I asked Kevin if he was ok and he said
yes but I knew the sight of me being pleased by Mike would live with him
for a long time.

   A week later Mike took me again in front of Kevin as Caren sucked him
off then he saw me riding the monster cock and sucking it over the next few
hours.  Kevin was aware that while he got to have a very quick fuck with
Caren using a condom I was engaged with Mike for a long time and receiving
huge climaxes.

   Finally it was Mike who coerced Kevin into letting me go to a nightclub
again dressed without knickers.  We went as a party of four only this time
the club was a place we'd not been to before.  Of course once we arrived it
was obvious the place was very run down and worse seemed to be almost
exclusively black, well black men at least.

   I was under strict instructions to dance and flirt in front of Kevin and
although I wanted to refuse Mike had actually opened up one of the websites
to public scrutiny so I had to beg him to shut it down and agreed to go
along with his idea.  I danced with several men then Mike signalled me
which was the cue for me to allow them to take liberties so pretty soon I
was being groped and molested.

   I saw Mike speaking to Kevin and knew that he was telling him to chill
since it was pointless to deny my needs any longer.  Kevin looked sick but
stood helplessly as guys began grope me and put their fingers in me, then
after about an hour it was clear several of the men wanted to do much more.

   So I reached the lowest possible point of my life.  I was `escorted' to
the toilets where I was shoved into the men's room and the first guy pushed
me against the wall and fucked me for several minutes until he came.  Then
another followed only I was unable to remain standing so one guy suggested
his van and I was bundled out of the place with lots of looks and few
remarks then I was laid in the back of this van surrounded by paint and
things then taken repeatedly.

   I'm not sure how many took me but they were all black and every one
fucked my pussy and left their load.  It was so degrading because despite
being very, very sloppy I still felt every cock (some more than others
admittedly) and to my utter shame I climaxed many times.

   Finally I got to my feet and turned to see Mike and Kevin standing a few
yards away.  "Fuck Lauren, you are one black cock hungry bitch!" Mike said
with a grin "still I guess you got what you needed." With that we returned
to our ride where Caren was behind the wheel and drove home.  Kevin said
nothing but Caren gave a running commentary of how hot I'd looked taking
all those black guys and then added: "No offence Kevin but she sure looks
good with a black man between her legs!"

   We got home and were left at the door.  Once inside Kevin surprised me
by kissing me so I held him and kissed back.

   "I know I can't compete.  Caren told me about your confession to her."
He started.  I looked at him quizzically.  "About how you love the contrast
of your white skin against a black mans and the animal lust that grows in
you when a black man gets near." He paused and looked sadly at me.  "I
still love you, you know.  It may seem funny to you but I do." He looked at
me and I wanted to cry I felt so guilty.

   "Caren suggested that maybe if I let you go out once a week you might
satisfy your demons." He added.

   "I love you Kevin, I really do." I said holding him tightly tears
falling.

   "How about I let Mike take you to that club once a week, do you think it
might help keep us together?"

   "Mike?" I questioned.

   "Caren said they would be willing to escort you but I didn't think it
wise for me to go there again, I had some very threatening looks and Mike
stopped one guy having a go at me simply for being white."

   "You would do that for me?  Let me go there knowing what I might get up
to?" I said in surprise.

   "Yes, because I love you."

   I actually cried like a baby then rushed to the shower where I spent
fifteen minutes dragging the last vestiges of cum out of me before
returning to Kevin and insisting he let me make love to him.  Actually it
was surprisingly good despite all the men who had been there before.

   So that was the green light and Mike gleefully took me out the following
week insisting I dress like a tramp.  Kevin watched me wobble out on my
stupidly high heels to the same club where at Mike's insistence I was taken
by another large group of black men this time on all fours in the men's
toilets.

   I tried to rationalise it all as something I couldn't avoid which I
guess was true only I had been doing it for so long that it had become the
`norm' for me to have sex with black men that I no longer resisted if a man
accosted me or took me roughly.  Mike loved the fact that Kevin stood by as
he collected me for this next round of debasement and so he devised more
ways of humiliating me.

   The following week he made me sit alone on a park bench while he stood
in the shadows of a tree a short distance away.  I wore a short dress,
stockings and heels and my bare sex was on display as I had strict
instructions to keep my legs wide open.  Finally after several dozen people
had seen me, including a group of teenagers who hung about for a few
minutes until Mike `appeared' and they scarpered, I was given the signal to
make an invitation.

   I had been very thankful Mike was so intimidating as I don't think Kevin
could have got the group of lads to leave.  Of course the only reason he
moved them on was due to their colour or more specifically the fact that
they were all white.  So it was no surprise when three coloured youths
approached my phone went bleep and I saw the text message: "fuck them all"

   I looked at them as they sauntered past then since it was still light
they clocked my bare sex and one of them gave me an enquiring look.  I
smiled at him and pushed my knees even wider so that he was under no
illusion what I expected of him.  He glanced at his friends then came over
while the others stood back.  I smiled at him them moved my head so that it
was clear I was looking at the other guys and said `Hi'.

   They were all around me in a heartbeat and stood so that I was
practically nose to nose with the first kid.  He stood looking at me then
put out a hand and ran it over my short dress cupping my breast which was
of course bare under it.  I said nothing so he ran the other over my hip
and that was when I stepped forward and kissed him.

   Five minutes later I was on my back behind some shrubs with the kids
cock buried in me.  He was actually very small and it was only the
hedonistic nature of our coupling that got me slightly excited although I
remember I didn't cum for him or his mate.  His other friend wouldn't have
sex with me and I knew that I would be punished for that which I was.

   Mike forced me to walk the length of the park with him naked although we
did duck into the trees near the far end, when it was clear some old woman
was contacting the police, and from there made it back to the car park
undetected.

   A week later Mike chatting casually to Kevin while Caren made me suck
her sex until she came then we left me in tight leggings and a stretch top
that showed just about everything.  I suppose I should have been thankful
that we were not going out somewhere public however instead we went to a
party which turned out to be a bachelor evening and I was the
entertainment.

   I danced with the guys naked for an hour or so (my sex was actually
bruised with all the pulling and shoving that went on) then I was given the
floor and after sucking the groom off I performed oral sex for loads of
people.  After a short break when I was given a few drinks and the ache in
my jaw eased I was then taken to a bedroom where I spent the next few hours
being screwed by everyone at the party including the very drunk step-father
of the groom and his mate both of whom must have been in their sixties.

   To add to the occasion after my final man Mike got me to pull on a pair
of plastic knickers then he took me home in only those.  He actually opened
my front door and escorted me up to our bedroom where Kevin was sleeping.
He then insisted I suck him, which I did waking him fully and only then did
Mike pull the knickers off and instruct me to ride my husband.  He even
grabbed me and started me going up and down then helped Kevin to hold my
waist.

   I was very aware that a good portion of the semen pumped into me over
the course of the night was either still inside me or coating my thighs and
as I was now upright it cascaded out of me sliding down over Kevin's cock
which I couldn't really feel at all.

   He slipped out of me but to my utter surprise Kevin fished about and
pushed his erection back into my gaping hole and we carried on.  This
happened three times until I was finally able to feel him so that I could
stop moving too much for him to stay put.  I'm not sure when Mike left but
I carried on for Kevin's sake until after what felt like hours (my thighs
were really tight and I thought I was going to get cramp at one point) he
finally got faster and with a little urging I got him to cum.

   That was the strangest evening of my life because despite everything
I've just written the one thing that occurred at that moment was my own
orgasm and not just `an' orgasm this was quite spectacular.  As I felt my
husband's body stiffen I had such an outpouring of the deepest emotions
that I hit my own climax and my pussy convulsed like it never had before.

   I was simply overcome and yelled then holding him close I showered him
in kisses telling him (honestly) that he was the greatest man in the word
and that I would love him for eternity.  I suppose it helped that I hadn't
had any form of climax that evening despite what I would guess must have
been nearly twenty men inside me mainly because the first man had been
quite repulsive and he had set the tone for the evening.

   After that I lay with Kevin and told him all I could remember about all
my time with Mike and Caren including some of the more hurtful events.  He
listened then told me after a short period of silence that he loved me even
more for being so brave!

   Brave!  I'd been a slut and a willing one for some of it but that only
made me feel even closer to him.  Partly to make him aware of everything
that happened I decided to write it all down which is why this has come
into being.

   The following day I sat down and started and finished the first version
within a few days.  I had remembered a lot more so when I showed it to
Kevin I wondered what he would say but he just repeated that he loved me
then asked what I wanted to do now.

   I think the stupid, wonderful man thought that now I was so immersed in
the lifestyle I might want to continue but I did not.  Mike was silent when
I told him it was finished and then of course I had to endure several
months in the knowledge that my website was open to all however despite my
fears no one came up to me in the street and none of our friends gave the
slightest indication they knew about this other life.

   Finally about a year after this, when I was about six months gone with
our first child, Caren appeared and after insisting she come inside she
actually apologised to me and said that although there was no way she could
make it up to me she had destroyed all the material she possessed and the
website had been taken down.  I didn't give her the satisfaction of
forgiveness but was ecstatic when I did a search on the web and couldn't
find my pictures anywhere.

   This occurred some eight years ago and I now have a lovely family to
look after but just recently I found the details of the events on my old
computer and decided to rewrite it as a story rather than the dry details
of what occurred.  I would just add that a few of the events are still not
known by my husband as I deliberately omitted them to spare him the agony.
My final confession is that I do occasionally fantasise about some of those
wild events but I never want to experience them over.