Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. How my wife started modeling for used underwear By Bhuralund@gmail.com My wife and I are very simple-minded people. We both come from villages deep in the middle of nowhere and hence we are not very street smart. We don't have any friends at all except the stupid relatives who live far away in any case. Although I am not very well educated I run a grocery store and it earns us enough to survive. My wife helps me out at the store too. One month I made a good amount of money and decided to pamper my wife a bit. She always used to stare at the sexy lingerie worn by models in glossy magazine (the grocery store had a magazine section and my wife always browsed them for pictures - since she can't read at all). So I decided to buy some sexy lingerie for her. I came across a classified ad about underwear sale in the local tabloid and decided to bring my wife there. We took the bus and reached the warehouse for the sale. It was really far-flung and inaccessible. We had to walk about two kilometers before we even saw the building. What else could have we expected for such a cheap sale! The rickety building was on the verge of collapse and there was no sign of the sale at all. Somehow, we entered from a side door and found the area without any people. I was surprised as I had noted down the address correctly. There was a huge hall and at the end were four rooms. I heard some voices from one of the rooms and decided to check. The voices stopped as soon as I knocked on the door. A black burly man opened the door. He was reeking of alcohol and smells that come only if you haven't showered for a long time or washed your clothes. Anyway, it was a cheap sale, if there was a sale at all. "What do you want?" he demanded, exhaling his smelly breath all over me. "We are here for the underwear sale that you advertised about," I said meekly. "Underwear sale?" he growled and looked at my wife from her head to toe like he was inspecting a future underwear model or a goat up for slaughter. His eyes shone after he eyed my sexy hot wife. "That was last week," he muttered under his breath. I realized I had been reading last weekend's papers and sighed in disappointment, "Oh no, my wife will be so sad to hear that. You see, she doesn't have any underwear and I was really hoping to catch a good deal for some sexy underwear for my wife. You see, we are both from the countryside and have no clue about underwear at all. I was thinking my wife will be able to see some good styles and maybe try a few underwear and then I would buy one for her." "Let me check with my colleagues," he said and closed the door shut on us, he looked like he had just heard a ghost talking. I heard some muffled conversation and some laughter. Then he reappeared, "Actually we still have some underwear but those are display items and may not be brand new...we can give you big discounts if you are interested?" I looked at my wife and seeing her disappointed face, accepted the black nigger's offer. He grinned like a true underwear salesman and ushered us in. The room was dimly lit and there were two other black men slumped down in wooden chairs around a table. Half filled beer bottles, whiskey bottles and glasses were splattered all over. There were some chicken bones and some half-empty bags of chips too. All three of them were dead drunk and I really appreciated their kindness in working even though they were definitely on holiday or a break. There was a small door leading indoors, possibly their stock room. One of them went inside and I heard shuffling sounds like someone was changing clothes. Meanwhile, the first nigger, whose name was Travis, offered my wife the vacant chair like a true gentleman. My wife was wearing a short dress for ease of changing and trying many sexy underwear at the sale. As she sat down, her dress rode up and a fair bit of her tight creamy white thighs revealed themselves to the eager nigger eyes. I stood behind her nervously not sure of what was expected of me. The second man came out with some underwear in shabby plastic bags. He pulled out five pairs of underwear. Since my childhood, I have been trained to only wear homemade boxer shorts type of underwear and hence I have never seen any underwear save in magazine advertisements. The underwear on the table looked nice to my untrained eyes. My wife too, doesn't wear underwear and hence she asked, "Are these latest styles?" Peter, the second black man, laughed and nodded his head in affirmative, "Yes, cutie, these are the latest trends. Feel free to try." With that he offered one white underwear towards us. I took the piece of garment from him and looked at it. It must have been white before they put it on the display set. Now it was stained yellow especially at the crotch - the stains were deep like some thick ropey liquid was sprayed on them and then it dried. I couldn't help sniff it as there was a thick musky smell in them. Then I passed the underwear to my wife. She admired it for a while and for the same reason as I sniffed it, she too brought the underwear to her face and sniffed it. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled like she was dizzy. Peter and Travis laughed. Then the third man, whose name was Toby, spoke to my wife, "Lovely, why don't you try it. We are not here forever you know, so the faster you decide the faster we can go home and sleep." My wife smiled gingerly and got up. Travis looked slightly apprehensive and asked her, "No fitting rooms here my dear." But I doubt if my wife had heard him as she was already stepping out of her shoes to step in the underwear. "I reckon, you better take out your used underwear before trying this new one," Toby said slyly. To which my wife replied, "Don't worry sir, I am not wearing anything underneath." The three niggers' dropped their jaws open. I thought they didn't understand what she was saying so I added, "You see, she is not wearing any underwear so that she could try many new ones before we buy one." "Thanks mate, for explaining," Toby got up and put his heavy thick-set arm around my shoulders. By then my wife was pulling the stained-new underwear up. In doing so her dress rode completely up and Toby and I got an eyeful of her heavy-white dimpled ass. Then my wife twirled around and pulled the entire dress up so that I could see how the underwear looked like. It was a bit loose but otherwise the yellow stained crotch fitted perfectly over her hairy pussy mound. The elastic band on top looked really sexy as it displayed the brand garishly in bold letters - Dockers. "Not bad. Right?" she said and twirled again, admiring her first branded underwear. The three men had huddled behind me and were looking at her modeling for us. Then she pulled the Dockers underwear down and picked up the second one. It was labeled Levis and looked a lot smarter than the first one. As she stepped inside and pulled it up, I noticed there was a small slit in the front, "this one is torn," I said, and the three niggers laughed out loud. "You silly man," Toby said in a friendly tone, "This is new style." Then he came closer and whispered in my ears (but he was so loud that I am sure my wife heard his too), "This is for you to put something hard and hot inside her." I blinked my eyes a few times as I really didn't understand what he was saying, "Why would I want to put hard and hot things inside her," I asked, "And even if I wanted to what is that something hard and hot that I can poke inside her?" They just looked at each other with wide eyes and blurted out laughing hysterically. "Shall I show you," Toby asked. When I said yes with a nod, he sat down on his knees and asked my wife to come closer. As she stepped close to him, Toby licked his thick ebony finger and pulled the slit open with his other hand. Slowly looking at me he showed me how he was put his thick black finger inside the underwear slit. Then he pushed it through till my wife suddenly jumped up like something had bit her. Toby quickly removed his finger. "Got it?" "I see, you mean I can put my finger inside from the slit if she asks me to scratch her down there?" Toby rolled his eyes and stood up, "Yeah, something like that." My wife then peeled the underwear down and before she could pick up the third underwear, Toby snatched it from her hands and said, "Wait. I think I will show you the latest fashion these days. I can guarantee your wife will be crazy when she sees this one...and so will be you." Then he disappeared inside the inner room. In the silence that ensued, we all heard like Tony was pulling on something wet - like you pull on a cucumber slick with water. Then we all heard a pair of scissors cutting some fabric - krusch, krusch..or so went the sound. Then I heard Toby's chuckle and he was out, holding a pair of underwear that must have been on display for a long time. The brown underwear (I don't think it was white anymore) had a hole cut out in the front. Slightly below, just where my wife's pussy would soon be fitted inside the underwear, was a large wet spot - something sticky and watery. But that must be Toby's wet finger, I assumed. When my wife tried it, her long bushy pussy hair stuck out from the big hole. "I am sorry, this is a large size. Since this is the last piece maybe I can make some adjustments to make it fit nicely," with that Toby produced a pair of scissors from his back pocket and sat down on a chair in front of my wife. He pulled my wife towards him and pulled the underwear away from her body. Then he inserted the scissors in the hole and started cutting it downwards. Soon he had cut almost the entire crotch area. Now the entire pussy of my wife was on display through the hole. She really has big lush black pussy hair and almost all of her pubic hair was sticking out through the hole now. "This is very good fit," Toby said, and Peter and Travis nodded furiously. I had no choice but to say yes otherwise I would have looked stupid. My wife was being nonchalant. "Now I will show you how to use this hole, okay?" My wife answered him before I could even say yes. So he lubed up his finger again with his spit and said, "Let's have a little role play to make it easy for you nincompoops to understand." I didn't know what the word meant but took it in my stride. He asked my wife to pretend that she was busy working in the kitchen. Bent over the table, she was supposedly cleaning up after dinner. "Imagine that me, Toby, is actually you. So for the role play we will pretend that we are husband and wife." As my wife - excited at the idea of role playing - busied herself in cleaning the dirty table, me her husband - it was Toby but he was supposed to be me in the role play - sneaked in from behind and pulled her dress up to reveal her big ass covered in the brown display underwear. From behind, it was easy to see her entire pussy as well as the shithole, which for some strange reason was opening and closing on its own. Her pussy lips had filled with blood and were sticking out like meaty bacon. I could also see some liquid seeping slowly from her pussy slit. But Toby was me and he had started rubbing her pussy slit with his big black hands. His fingers were now slick with my wife's pussy juice and he was spreading her pussy juice up and down her meaty pussy. "Honey, now turn around and hug me," Toby instructed and my wife did so. "Now thank me and say, `darling, I really love this new underwear you have brought for me. It makes me feel so sexy and horny'." My wife, really into the role play, did a good job making me proud of her. I almost blurted "you are welcome" before remembering that Toby was her husband now and not me. Toby responded with an authoritative voice, "To thank me you must take off your dress." My wife looked at me and I was very clear about the role play, "Don't look at me. Right now Toby is your husband not me so better do whatever he says." She pulled her dress up and stood there looking so sexy in that brown underwear display set and her bushy pussy sticking through. Toby demanded, "Now let me show you how to use this underwear properly." He then started playing with my wife's pussy with his black fingers. She was really juiced up down there because a few times, his fingers slipped completely inside. My wife was quivering with his fingers jammed inside her pussy. "Now, sit in my lap facing Peter and Travis," Toby said and pulled her on his lap. I moved in front to see how he was using the hole in the underwear. I was so engrossed in watching my wife that I had not seen when Toby had pulled his cock out. His penis looked grotesque. It was the ugliest thing I had ever seen, bulging with unsightly veins on all sides and an ugly thick foreskin hanging loose at the tip of his penis. His scrotum was also too big - much bigger than the normal testicles I have. His scrotum and the base of the cock were full of black thick curly pubic hair. When he pulled my wife in his lap with one hand, his other hand held his big cock - 10-inches long and seven inches thick as my wife measured later - straight. As my wife descended on his lap, the cock, aimed at her pussy through the hole in the underwear, entered her slick juicy pussy. I sat down to see the action up close and saw very clearly that because of the hole in the underwear, Toby had no problem in inserting his hard and hot (oh...so that's what he meant!) cock straight in my wife's meaty pussy. I could see everything as Toby's black meat monster entered my wife's pussy slowly and majestically. My wife - looked ever bit flummoxed (I would look like that too if that fat cock was penetrating me!) - settled on Toby's cock. Toby started pulled her up and down on his fat cock and soon she got the hang of it and started pulling out and pushing down on Toby's cock by herself. When she managed so for 10 minutes, Toby pulled her down completely and I could see his big scrotum emptying its contents directly inside my wife's furry pussy. Once he had finished giving her the seed through the hole in the underwear. He slumped down and glugged some whiskey straight from the bottle. My wife was still impaled on his massive cock and Travis moved forward, his pants unzipped, and his black nigger cock - a twin of Toby's cock - extended straight to my wife. "Okay, now I am you husband," He declared and slapped my wife with his massive dong. I thought that was a bit unfair as Toby's cock was still embedded in my wife's cunt so technically he was still her husband but my wife had already started sucking on Travis' cock. Peter had also shed his clothes (I was amused that he had taken this role play really so seriously and was completely nude) and was stroking his cock - slightly smaller than Toby and Travis but much bigger than mine anyway - slowly. I think unlike Travis he was patiently waiting for his turn to be my wife's husband. I realized that none of the three men were wearing any underwear. Meanwhile, Travis' cock was spongier that Toby's and I think my wife was sucking on it like it was a thick fat lollipop. Thinking of lollipops made my mouth water and I wondered how a human lollipop would taste. My wish came of tasting a lollipop came true when slowly, Toby's spent cock fell out of my wife's fucked up messy cunt. It just sort of rolled out coated with thick white cream. I had been very close to the union of my wife's pussy and Toby's cock and now I was also sitting between Travis' legs as he fucked my wife's mouth with his huge black lollipop. Toby had been watching me from the side, and he pulled my head with hair and pushed me down on his cock. But I was clever enough to quickly lap at my wife's pussy while he thought I was going to suck his cock. My wife's pussy doors opened a flood gate and my mouth was filled with rotten smelling cream from Toby's cock. Once I had finished drinking that cream-pie milk shake, I attended to Toby's cock - deflated but still a good 7 inches long and five inches fat. I nursed and nibbled on his soft but big black cock like I was a baby nursing on his mother's teat. Actually I have sucked on a cow's teat to drink fresh milk many times on our farm and this was no different. I loved sucking on Toby's big black teat and because of my sucking he was soon hard and hot again. Again, very cleverly I pushed his fat hard and hot cock back in my wife's steaming cunt without even asking him. Ha ha ha...the poor nigger didn't realize that he was being a pawn in my hands. Anyway, soon he had no choice but to buck his ass up to fuck my wife as his buddy Travis fucked her mouth. As if in unison, the two black niggers blasted their bitter-sweet sperm inside my wife's two holes. They pushed me out of the way, and picked my wife like a rag doll and placed her on the dirty table for Peter - who it seems was Toby's son. Peter's rock hard cock sway dangerously as he moved towards his fuck-stick victim. He was heading to my wife while I had clenched my eyes shut and crossed my fingers to wish that he would choose me instead. I was starving to nibble his cock before he blasted his potent fresh baby-making man-juice in my wife's fertile baby-making cunt. My wishes went unanswered and he fucked my wife magnificently. He rammed his fat fuck-rod in her shithole and she hollared in pain. He alternated between her shithole and her pissholed pussy. He fucked like a true breeding stallion and when he came he pulled my wife up from her buttocks to that their curly pubes mashed against each other in a bone-crushing hug. I think he was just plugging her pussy shut so that none of his baby making sperms could get out without mating with her fertilized egg. Once he was finished, Peter pulled out his cock and lifted my wife's legs up in the air till he was confident that the breeding job was done. Then he just left her like a rag doll. Toby and Travis left along with him too. I ran behind them earnestly. "Thank you sir," I spun Toby around and bent down on my knees, "Thank you for the role play. Now I really know how useful this brown display set of underwear is. How much do I have to pay for it? I only want to buy the two pairs which have holes...no point buying one which doesn't not have a hole." Toby laughed heartily and pulled me up and gave me a nice hug, "Don't worry son. You are a nice couple and we have already made enough profit from the sale so you can have all the underwear for free. However, I need a regular model for my used underwear sale, do you think you can send your wife every Sunday to the warehouse? I will pay her good money and in addition I will allow her to keep all the used underwear she tries." I bent down and kissed his covered crotch before saying yes. The end.