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 Is there no cure to my sleepwalking wife By Bhuralund@gmail.com

   Sometimes, my wife walks in her sleep.  She has this problem since she
was 13.  So when we got married, my father-in-law told me to take extra
precaution every single night.  We went to many doctors but to no avail. 
We were told that this happens because her inherent desires lying dormant
in her subconscious crop up and she vents them out this way.  Eventually we
just resigned to her condition.  I learnt to sleep with one string tied to
my hand from her hand every night.  If I feel a tug, I just silently follow
her to protect her from anything she might bump into or fall into.  Usually
she is aware of her surroundings and I have nothing to worry about but I
follow her anyway, just in case.

   Over seven years of marriage, I developed my theories about when she
sleepwalks.  Nine times out of ten, I was correct.  She can go anywhere
when she sleepwalks.  Sometimes I have walked behind her, my eyes dying of
sleeplessness, for as much as five kilometers.  We have visited weirdest of
places - cemeteries, graveyards, kindergartens, deserted movie theatres,
libraries, supermarkets...you name it and chances are that she has
sleepwalked her way there.  There have been times, when we were encountered
by people - homeless people, alcoholics, policemen, prostitutes - but
usually once they see the string between us and after I tell them, they
understand and with some amusing and sympathetic glances, let her be.  The
most important thing about sleepwalking - and I am sure you know already -
is to never wake the person up as they might have a heart-seizure and die.
I am utterly careful of not even touching her during her nightly prowls. 
Anyway, it happens only once or twice a month so it's not so bad.

   Two months ago...her sleepwalking routine turned into an adventure for
me and made me look at her in a different light.  That even perked our sex
life a bit.  What happened was that one Sunday night, sharp at 3am I felt
the tugging of the string and resigned to having a grueling start to my
week, I got up (we always sleep in casual attire as just in case it be our
night out), slipped on my sandals and followed her.  She wore shoes, opened
the door and started walking towards the park.  It's a nice enough park
with many flower beds, benches, play-areas for children and fountains.  But
at 3.30am it looked rather spooky.  She walked along a jogging track for
about 10 minutes, she turned towards a restroom.  I tagged along.  She
entered and without looking around went in one of the cubicles.  It was a
tight squeeze but I walked in too and stood by the side of the toilet seat
(I can't block her way, you see).  She sat there for a while and then I
heard the unusually loud sound of her pissing in the bowl.  Just then I
heard a movement and someone entered the cubicle next to ours.  My wife
pulled out some toilet paper to wipe her pussy and as she might have got
up, something fell out of the partition.  I was shocked to see that it was
a cock - a half-hard, uncut black cock.  I could smell it from way above -
a distinct smell of rotting cock-cheese and dried sweat.  I thought of
pushing it back to the other side but before I could, my wife moved her
head towards it and sniffed it.  The man on the other side must have sensed
her breath on his cock, because he pushed it forward and his puckered
smelly cock hit my wife's lovely clean lips.

   My wife loves to suck my uncut cock and sometimes I like to keep it rank
for her sniffing pleasure so my theory is that she thought it was my cock
when she opened her mouth and sucked the dirty cock's head in.  The man on
the other side groaned and pushed his black balls through the large hole in
the partition.  My sleepwalking wife cupped his hairy balls in her dainty
white hand and gave them a tug and a squeeze resulting in another groan of
pleasure.  I was about to shake my wife awake when I remembered the grim
warning given to me by the doctors - "wake her up and she may die." Oh no.
What was I supposed to do when my sleepwalking wife was sucking a dirty
black uncut cock two feet away from me?  I resigned to my fate and hoped he
would cum soon and we could be on our way home.

   That was not to be.

   After my wife had sucked the fat black cock for a long period of time
(safe to say about 10 minutes) the man pushed his hands through two other
conveniently made holes in the partition (me the dumb-fuck had not seen
these three giant holes because my back was towards this side) and grabbed
my wife's head.  Then he gave a giant thrust and plunged his cock deep
inside her throat and came.  The way he was shuddering and jerking in his
orgasm he must have cum bucket-loads in my wife's mouth.  As he pulled out
his limp but still impressively fat cock out, my sleepwalking, glory-hole
wife smacked her lips and sucked a remaining string of thick cum from his
piss slit.  I looked at my wife's mouth and saw some cheesy smattering of
smegma on her upper lips.  Jesus, I thought as she opened the door and let
herself out.  Fortunately, the stinking black man whose smelly cock my wife
had just sucked to a fruitful orgasm was nowhere to be seen and we walked
home safely.

   After that night, I was not expecting any more sleepwalking for a while.
But imagine my shock when three nights later, I found myself standing in
the corner of the same toilet cubicle as my wife sat down on the toilet
seat.  She peed and waited.  This time we had to wait for a full 10 minutes
before any action.  Sure enough, the same cock fell through the hole and
she immediately started sucking his smelly dirty cock.  The black vagabond
put his hands through the holes and groped my wife's massive tits as she
continued giving him a first-class blow job.  In less than five minutes, he
pulled out his cock and blasted ropes after ropes of thick sticky cum all
over my wife's face.  She dutifully scooped most of his really thick cum
and gobbled it down.  A few minutes later, just as she was about to get up,
another cock was pushed through the hole.  It was grimier and dirtier than
the first one.  I could see dark stains of dried sweat all over the fat and
long shaft despite its black color.  It was longer than the first cock and
just as I was watching he pulled his long foreskin back to reveal a purple
head smeared with cock-cheese.  The cubicle filled with the musky and
acidic smell of his cock-cheese.  My wife stared ahead till the man, pulled
her head close to his cock and rubbed his spongy cock-head on her lips,
still shining from cum.  The second man pushed some of the previous cum,
dangling from her chin, with his cock-head back into her mouth and she
slurped on it before gobbling his cock-cheesed cock.  Soon she had devoured
all the rank, smelly cock-cheese and was feasting on his fat long black
cock.

   Surprisingly, I was excited too.  I thought of offering her my cock
after he was done but at that time, my cock - hard to its maximum - was
happy leaking copious precum within my shorts.  My wife sucked on the black
cock for five minutes and he too pulled out to spurt jets of his black
street cum all over my hottie wife's face.  Once done, he wiped his long
cock on her shirt.  Then, to my horror and arousal, he threw a five dollar
bill in our cubicle and walked away, saying, "Thanks for the blow-job
slut!" I pulled out my cock in minutes and offered it to her mouth.  She
accepted it without any protest and gave me a glorious blow-job and
swallowed all my cum too.

   I started looking forward to when my wife would sleepwalk.  I bought a
few dresses and started encouraging her to wear those during nights -
"comfortable and casual" enough was my excuse.  I also realized that
although I should wake her up, if I did something to her, it was okay. 
Next week, when I felt the tug of the string, I quickly removed her
panties. Oh she was a sight to behold - a sexy hot wife, sleepwalking in
her small flowery dress which barely reached her thighs, and without any
underwear or bra!  Fuck.  I was hoping she would go to the rest room and
she did.

   We were in position in the cubicle.  The cock appeared (I think by now
they knew the routine and the time) diligently and my wife started sucking
him.  Midway, the man withdrew his cock.  Before I could react, the black
man was inside our cubicle.  Fuck, the bastard had removed the latch from
the cubicle.  He saw me and grinned, "Dude, I know your type...love to see
a black cock sliding in your wife's pussy...right?"

   I shushed him to be quiet and quickly explained to him about my wife's
sleepwalking habit.  He was a bit arrogant and brash but not stupid enough
to let a free blowjob go away.  So he shed his clothes completely and fed
his rock hard black cock to my wife's waiting mouth.  She sucked and sucked
and sucked.  She even licked his smelly hairy balls this time.  Then he
pulled his cock out and went down on his knees...his fat cock aligned to my
wife's bare pussy.  My heart was pounding in my chest and I was not sure
she could take a fucking by this rather large and long cock.  But I had no
say at all.  All these thought pounding my brain stopped when I noticed
that the fucker had already pushed his cockhead in my wife's surprisingly
wet and juicy pussy.  It was a bit awkward in the toilet but he made me
hold her head and pulled her legs above his shoulders and started pounding
her pussy with his 10-inch horsecock.  He was highly aroused and was
fucking her urgently even then he pounded her pussy for 15 minutes before
blasting his nuts deep inside her.  I watched in rapt attention as this
black vagabond pumped his black seed through his dirty fat and long cock
straight in my wife's fertile pussy.  I shot my load in my underwear.

   As he finished, he whistled and his older mate joined in.  He was
already naked and read with his hard cock...as the first one went out, the
second black man started fucking my wife's battered, sloppy pussy with his
even bigger and fatter uncut cock.  I could see his cock glistening with
shiny juices and coated with his friend's cum each time he pulled out.  He
grimaces, curling his thick nigger lips upwards and pushed one last time
inside my wife's pussy like he was hell-bent on impregnating her with his
dirty seed.  I could see his ass clench and unclench as he spurted his
thick sperm inside her.  He was still spurting his cum when to my horror
and shock, my wife woke up - her hands around the waist of the dirty old
vagabond and her bareback pussy stuffed with his spurting black cock.  The
black bastard, grinned, pulled his never-ending cock out of her battered,
beater and puffed up pussy and left.  Throwing, as he did last time, five
dollars on my wife.

   My wife was delirious.  As I embraced her and calmed her down.  Slowly,
I narrated everything to her and she sounded horrified.  She kept crying
and kept asking my forgiveness but I was not angry at her at all.  And
reassured her of my love.  "I would have not let this happen to you if I
was not afraid of your getting a heart seizure," I told her and she was
glad and appreciative.  That incident cured her sleepwalking habit
completely and unfortunately because I had just started loving her
sleepwalking.  But I could still drug her and call the two black smelly
vagabonds to pump their black virile cocks in her pussy...
   The End.