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 My wife spots for my buddy and servant By Bhuralund@gmail.com

   My buddy Ben is a fitness freak and when he heard that and I had
installed a mini gym at home, he asked if we could train together.  I was
more than happy to have him with me as training alone is a bit boring and
my wife of 10 years has no interest whatsoever in fitness.  She prefers to
burn her calories with housework.  Luckily for Ben he stays in an apartment
block just near our house and he decided to train thrice a week.  It was
going smoothly for some time till I fell sick.  I had some viral fever that
incapacitated all my energy.  I was mostly bedridden for a few days and
completely dependent on my wife.  Ben came to see me and said he would
start training after I got better.  I insisted that he continued without
me. And told him to feel free to use the gym as and when he required.

   One day he was late at work and called to check if it was okay to come a
little later.  I told him no problems.  But he must be really late because
I fell asleep when he came.  The doorbell woke me up and I heard him talk
to my wife.  She was telling him to go ahead to the gym and that I was
asleep.  I heard him sound disappointed as he had invited another gym buddy
to join him for training as he needed someone to spot him on the weighing
machine but his buddy apparently had not been able to make it.  She just
laughed and said she would have helped what she could but she had had a few
gin and tonics and was not feeling very steady.  I heard him laugh.  I
drank a couple of beers too, he said.  Come on, where has booze ever
stopped someone to be fit, he pleaded with my wife.  My wife must have been
in one of her rarely charitable moods as she agreed.  I was amused that my
wife would be spotting for my best buddy.  Once they were in the gym I
couldn't hear anything so I got a bit bored and decided to drag myself
there.

   The gym is actually right behind the garage.  And there is a store room,
open from two sides, above the garage that connects inside the house from
the second floor.  I walked in from the upper floor and was greeted to the
most unusual view.  My drunken wife was actually spotting Ben, my buddy,
his shiny black skin rippling above his muscled body.  He was wearing a
pair of loose gym shorts and a white singlet.  My wife was wearing loose
dress she also uses as a nightdress.  I was really amused to see that Ben
had only used such small weights.  Probably to let my wife think that she
was really spotting him.  I was about to walk down to join in their banter
when Ben asked my wife if she would like to try the machine.  She laughed
and shocked me by accepting.  Ben readjusted the weights to even lower ones
and instructed her to lie down properly.  Then he stood right above her. 
She fumbled with the bar a little bit and tried lifting the weights.  Then
I saw her eyes lock inside Ben's shorts.  Oh fuck.  She could probably see
Ben's black cock!  He never wore any underwear while training and neither
did me.  And to say that Ben has a rather big cock would be to undermine
it. I always joked with him about his cock that his 10-inch long and 5-inch
fat cock would never get him anywhere even three quarters inside a pussy.
And suddenly I wondered if his big black cock would fit inside my wife's
snug little white pussy?  I jerked the thought away from me.  But I didn't
interrupt them.  I was a little voyeuristic pathetic husband sneaking peeks
at his wife staring at his friend's big black cock.

   She moved away, embarrassed.  But perhaps he never noticed anything as
he coaxed her to try harder.  Finally, even though she was drunk, she
lifted the light weights but her hands buckled under immediately.  Thank
god Ben was there as he quickly swooped the bar away before it landed on
her chest.  It wouldn't have been bad as it was only 2kg but still. 
However, in the process, Ben's hands landed straight on top of my wife's
brown nipples.  My wife just goes crazy once I start mauling her nipples
and when she is drunk, the impact is even more.  She was drunk, and Ben's
big black knuckles were pressed her brown nipples immensely.  She must be
getting randy, I thought.

   Ben removed his hands within minutes but it was much longer than
required.  I could see a slight tent developing in his shorts.  My wife
noticed it too.  But she still attempted a second lift.  Again, the bar
fell on her chest and Ben rescued her just in time.  This time, however,
Ben was holding the bar in such a way that his black fingers and thumb
squeezed her visually hardening nipples between them.  She moaned.  He
squeezed again.  She moaned again.  I knew I must do something.  I put my
hand inside my pajama to squeeze my own hardening cock.  There, Ben
straightened and moved forward.  His cock was now rock hard and pointing
down like an angry sword.  His crotch was now right above my wife's face.
He bent his legs and swatted a little so that the head of his uncut cock
peeked from under his shorts.  A drop of clear precum was hanging at the
tip precariously.  It quivered and fell down in a slow swoop.  It landed on
my wife's lips and she licked the pearly drop of nectar.  Ben looked like
he was in a daze and so did my wife.  Her eyes closed and her mouth parted
and Ben lowered his 10-inch spatula inside her mouth.  I saw the blue-black
cock of my friend slowly disappear in my wife's mouth.  Inch by black inch,
Ben's meat worked its way to my wife's gullet.

   I was so absorbed in the scene that I never noticed my servant - a
Pakistani man of 60 watching my wife's mouth being deflowered by a black
man.  Sandhu, as we called our servant, was clutching at his lump in the
pajamas he was wearing.  Absentmindedly I saw him pull the string of his
pajamas and they fell down around his ankles.  He was not wearing any
underwear as well.  And I spotted a gnarled, knobby old cock extended more
than 12-inches from his groin.  I was shocked to see such a huge piece of
Pakistani meat hanging from this old smelly servant.  I reckon his cock had
not seen a pussy for a long time, because he didn't look like a servant
anymore.  He looked like a rugged old man ready to deposit his breeding
sperm in my wanton and drunken wife's pussy.  My wife's dress had ridden up
and my 60-year-old servant was warming his eyes with the heat from her
potent, ripe pussy.  Ben and my wife were so engrossed in their carnal
activities that neither noticed Sandhu.  It was only when he rubbed the
head of his ugly donkey cock on my wife's pussy that she looked down.  Even
then, her eyes only widened in shock as she saw the old brown cock
penetrate her pussy in two quick jabs.

   Ben had seen Sandhu before and he didn't look like he minded another man
in the fuck party he had started.  In fact he winked at Sandhu and
encouraged him to fuck "his master's pussy and breed it with his smelly
sperm." My wife went back to sucking Ben's cock after the initial shock of
seeing her servant fuck her hairy pussy with a massive horsemeat cock.  She
was humping her ass right back at each stroke from Sandhu and chewing on
Ben's fat black cock like it was a bull's milking teat.  After 15 minutes
of slow fucking, Ben and the 60-year-old servant swapped positions.  The
old Pakistani man's cock weighed down with its own weight and Ben's
45-year-old black cock bouncing up and down dripping precum.  Ben's cock
was two inches shorter than Sandhu's 12 inches but it was much wider.  And
when he impaled my wife on his big fat black cock, she flinched - I don't
know in pain or pleasure.

   They established a good rhythm fucking my wife from both ends and at
times groped her pussy and breasts like they belonged to a $5 whore.  After
15 more minutes of this unfaithful fucking, Ben who was in her pussy then,
grunted like a bull releasing his sperm inside a breeding cow, and then he
erupted his volcano of sperm inside her pussy which was visually clenching
itself shut to keep all the sperm inside.  Ben collapsed on top of my wife,
his face just a few centimeters away from Sandhu's old Pakistani cock
pistoning in her mouth.  Cum in her pussy, old man, cum in her pussy,
encouraged Ben to Sandhu.  He just moved his body slightly up to give the
old man enough space to fuck my wife with his puckered old Muslim cock from
underneath.  I saw Sandhu's cock slapping on Ben's heavy hanging balls a
few times as he sucked on my wife's lips with his thick lips despite the
fact that Sandhu's cock had been inside the mouth just a few seconds ago.
He also pulled his cock out and let it lie besides my wife's pussy so that
each time Sandhu's old cock went in, it brushed against Ben's cock.  I saw
Ben's cock hardening again with all the action and slowly he inserted his
own fat cock in my wife's pussy together with Sandhu's fat Pakistani cock.
The two of them were fucking my wife's pussy like a ripened banana split.
Their combined white juices were frothing like fresh cream.  Soon the old
man grunted and started cursing my wife in his native language as his big
monster cock spew torrents of thick, lumpy man-cream inside her pussy. 
Then he withdrew his still large cock and wiped it clean on her face.  Ben
continued fucking her sperm flooded pussy and gobbled Sandhu's cock in his
mouth as he sucked it clean together with my wife.  In five minutes Ben too
added his second load in my wife's pussy pie.

   Once they were done, he gave my wife a kiss and said he would be back
for training tomorrow.  She laughed and said it's too late why don't you
sleep in the guest room.  Tomorrow is Saturday and anyway, since he fell
sick, I have been sleeping there all alone.  Then she looked at Sandhu and
said, you can come in too old man.

   I just came in my hands and tried to disappear as fast as possible
before being spotted.