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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Mary Deanna's Anniversary Fuck (MMF, intr, wife) By Anonymous Author (2002) *** Prologue Like many husbands I have had a long time fantasy of watching my lovely wife, Mary Deanna, being fucked by a Black man. For about as long as I can remember I had dreamed of her sucking and fucking a big Black Cock while I watched her and maybe even photographed or videotaped her with her Black lover. I never expected her to actually ever let any man fuck her other than myself, but one has his dreams. In fact, I had only rarely broached the subject of sex with another man with her, as she was adamantly against it. For you to better understand what eventually happened you need to know a few things about my lovely but fairly prudish wife. Mary Deanna was born and raised in the South and it was inbred into her that no proper white woman would associate with a Black man, let alone even consider having sex with him! When I married my wife I was the first man to have ever Fucked her. Right up to our wedding day Mary Deanna refused to have sex with me, saying she wanted to be "pure" when she came to the marriage bed. I must say I was quite happy when I deflowered her on our wedding night. Seeing as she was a virgin, it wasn't the most wildly sexual night I had ever spent, but quite pleasing nonetheless. Sex with Mary Deanna was good and as she became accustomed to it she became better at it but was never in the category of an outstanding piece of ass. She never did overcome her prudishness and wore only conservative clothes and one-piece swimsuits. Mary Deanna was real Lady in all of its connotations. A soccer Mom, member of the PTA, sung in the church choir, the epitome of the All American prim and proper wife and mother. A Lady. And I was never able to get her to do oral sex on me, although she loved it when I ate her delectable pussy and climaxed strongly almost every time. She said having a man's penis in her mouth was "degrading and humiliating" and she wouldn't do it! Another thing my wife wouldn't do was let me Fuck her in the ass. I have to admit that it never had a great appeal to me but it would be nice to know my wife would yield all of her holes to me. But alas, I had to be satisfied with only her pussy. Another frustrating thing was she wouldn't allow me to photograph her nude, saying women who did were of "easy virtue". As all marriages do, ours developed its routines and as the years passed children were born and grew and sex became more and more infrequent, although good when it happened. Seems that after our 3 children were born, Mary Deanna lost her interest in sex. This bothered me because I could remember her wanting me to Fuck her so she could get pregnant. Of course she didn't say Fuck because she didn't use strong language either. After about 15 years our sex life was infrequent and dull. The usual bumps and grinds. Mary Deanna was not an experimenter... she only liked sex in a bed. No bursts of sudden passion in the car or on a deserted beach or in the orchards around our country home. She didn't even like to try various positions. The old missionary one was just fine with her. Rarely would she condescend to do it in any other position. I think in 15 years I had only fucked once or twice doggie style and only once with her on top. As a relief for my building sexual frustrations, I found myself more and more drawn into a fantasy world of Playboy type nude models and the like, and best of all daydreaming about Mary Deanna Fucking other men... white men, brown men, yellow men, but most of all... Black Men. Chapter 1 Anniversary Dinner One day while we were in bed and I had just shot a load into her still reasonably tight pussy, even though she had had three children. I asked her if she had any sexual fantasies. To my surprise she said she did and I asked her what they were. "Why do you want to know? she asked. I told her I was just curious as to her sexual fantasies. "I'll tell you what. You tell me your fantasies and I'll tell you mine." She looked at me and then said she had fantasized about having sex with movie stars. Specifically, Harrison Ford and Tom Selleck. She added that she just thought about it now and then and though it might be pleasant to try it with either of them. Now, I found this not unusual as many bored housewives probably had similar such dreams too. Then she asked me what my fantasies were. I was hesitant to tell her, knowing her sexual hangups. But I thought "what the fuck." Nothing ventured, nothing gained." I told her I dreamed of seeing her having sex with other men. She looked me in the eye and said, "Really?" I said "yes," and she naturally asked if I had any one in mind. I said no, as I had just fantasized about her meeting other men... in a generic sense. No one in particular. I didn't tell her I had jerked off time and time again fantasizing about her sucking and fucking a big Black Cock! Knowing how she felt about interracial sex, that would have been most unwise. As it was, I was surprised she even discussed it this far, because in the past whenever I even hinted around this subject it was dead in the water as far as he was concerned and that ended the conversation. Mary Deanna is not one of your hard-bodied babes you see in the newsgroups online. She is just a good-looking wife and mother pushing 40. She is attractive with a nice set of tits with pink areolas and nipples that jut out nicely when aroused. A natural dark brunette but lately she has died her hair kinda reddish, having tried blond and even black before. A while before this conversation I had measured Mary Deanna and she was comfortably upholstered at 38C-27-39. This is quite in line with her 5'5" 130 pound frame. Naked she is still shapely and my cock stands at attention whenever I see her that way... which lately hasn't been too often. Our 15th Wedding Anniversary was approaching and we decided to go out to dinner to a very nice restaurant in town... a French one, quite expensive. All day I found it hard to concentrate on my work anticipating the evening. We had arranged to leave the kids at her parent's house for the night, wanting to have an empty house for later. Knowing it was our anniversary I knew I would get laid that night even if our lovemaking was uninspired. I always got laid on our anniversary. As luck would have it, I had to work late that day and I had arranged with Mary Deanna to meet me at work and we would go straight to dinner. I told her since I was leaving from work I would just wear my suit but put on a clean shirt before I left. I asked her what she was going to wear. She answered, "Oh, I'll figure out something special and surprise you." Promptly at 7:00 she showed up at my office wearing a grey linen coat and silver high-heel open-toed sandal pumps with black nylon hosiery disappearing under the coat. Her coat was open at the throat displaying a nice view of her upper chest and a hint of cleavage. Circling her creamy white throat was a black velvet choker with a white cameo which only enhanced the view. I thought this was very sexy as she normally didn't expose any of her breasts. But since this was our anniversary I let it pass as she was just probably doing it special for tonight. Boy was I right on the money as I later found out! But for the present, I just enjoyed the scenery. We went to dinner and it was very pleasant spending over two hours in the restaurant. I love my wife very much and enjoy her company, anniversary or not. I was quite pleased at the looks other men were occasionally giving Mary Deanna. She WAS very attractive even though she was no longer young. It gave me a nice feeling to know other men still found my wife desirable. We toasted our marriage, our love and our children with champagne. As we dined, I gave my bride of 15 years her present which was a new gold anniversary ring with a large (for my budget anyway) 2.5 carat diamond. She put it on her right ring finger because she was wearing her engagement ring along with her wedding band on the left hand. I noticed she had on a set of diamond ear studs, but no other jewelry. I thought this was unusual, as she loved to wear lots of jewelry which I had given her over the years. When I put the ring on her finger she gave me a strange smile, and said, "Oh Honey! This is perfect... just perfect!" I asked her if she had a present for me? "Oh yes! Quite a nice one too. I am sure you will find it unusual too." She gave me a strange smile as she spoke and left the subject hanging. I assumed she had some kind of surprise for me. How true. How true, as it turned out. Chapter 2 My Wife Sucks a Cock We left the restaurant and drove away, as I headed home she told me she wanted to go for a drive. I asked her any place in particular and she said to go out the old highway heading north. I looked at her and saw that strange smile on her face again and I thought to myself, "She is up to something," as there wasn't anything out there except an old motel and miles and miles of miles and miles. I was soon to find out I was right and very surprising something it was! As I drove north we came upon the old motel, bypassed mostly now because of the new freeway, but still in business, barely, as there was only one other car in the complex. Mary Deanna told me to turn in here and stop in front of the far unit. The other car was several doors down and I assumed it belonged to the sole tenant in the complex. Mary Deanna got out and looked at me with that same strange smile on her face... "Coming she asked?" Then she walked away. I got out and started to follow her and asked, "What's was going on? She stopped in the shadows and turned to face me and I could just barely see she was holding her linen coat closed. She said, "I am going to give you your anniversary present. You do want it don't you?" With that she opened the coat and took it off in one swift movement... obviously practiced, and said "catch!" tossing it to me. I missed catching the coat and it fell onto the hood of our car. I watched as my wife stepped out of the shadows and into the light. I was amazed to see Mary Deanna standing there in the moonlight, smiling that strange smile and except for a pair of black thigh high nylons, her high heel shoes, and her wedding and anniversary rings she was as Naked as a jaybird. Mary Deanna was a lovely sight standing there in the bright October moonlight... her reddish brunette hair contrasting to her white skin... the dark triangle of fur on her Mound of Venus... her pink nipples distended and erect... the light reflecting off of the diamonds in her ears and on her hands. "Damn!" I thought. "All this time she was wearing nothing under that linen coat as we had dinner in the most expensive place in town. Jesus Christ, here is my wife standing Naked in a public place." Without thinking I swiveled my head around looking to see if there was anyone watching us... seeing my wife naked! "How out of character for her. She must have had fun planning this! Guess this is going to be a memorable night for me!" How right I was. But not the kind I was thinking about! Mary Deanna asked me, "Do you truly love me Darling?" Of course I told her I did. Which was true. I did love, truly love my wife. She had brought much happiness and contentment into my life. "I'm so glad," she responded. I want you to remember that... later!" She turned and walked up to a room and opened the door... lingering in the doorway, silhouetted by the lights inside, and still wearing that strange smile she said... "coming?" And how! I ran to the door, closing it behind me. The room was quite large and clean despite its age and almost abandoned look from the outside. The bathroom door was closed and I started walking over to Mary Deanna, planning to take her in my arms and kiss her. She said, "Stop! Take off all of your clothes please." "Ok," I thought... "she has plans ...I'll go along with it." I undressed quickly and my cock was already hard. I saw Mary Deanna looking at my hard manhood. Now, I am not large, 6" long and about 5 inches around. I know lots of guys have this thing about small cocks big cocks, but I was never ashamed of what I had. It gotten the job done for 40 years and I was satisfied with it. I assumed Mary Deanna had been too, as she had never once made any comment about its size in all the years of our marriage. I stood there naked looking at My Naked Wife looking at her naked husband. I said, "Obviously you have taken great pains to plan this... so what's next?" She moved within about two feet of me and looked me directly in the eyes. Saying, "I'm going to give you your anniversary present. Something I think you've wanted for a long time... many years in fact. I'm going to ask you just once if you want it. If you say yes, then there's no going back, darling. No matter what happens, there's no stopping it or going back. What is your answer? Do you want it?" Looking back on it now, I must have been pretty obtuse not to have guessed what she was referring to. But at that moment I did not have a clue. I think it was because everything she had done to that point was so far out of character for the woman I knew. I told her of course I wanted my present. It was clear she had gone to considerable trouble to get this far and I was wondering what she had planned anyway. Still looking me in the eyes she said, "Ok. "I want your solemn oath and your promise on our wedding vows that you won't interfere and won't try to stop whatever happens from here on out. Whatever I say goes!" I wondered what she was referring to... 'From here on out... what ever happens... no stopping it...?' I told her, "On my wedding vows I won't stop whatever you have planned and I won't interfere. Whatever you say goes!" Mary Deanna had a look of resignation on her face and in her eyes what seemed to be a little gleam of fear. I thought, "Have I made a mistake? What's going on here?" She turned and walked away toward the bathroom door. Her body erect, her proud full breasts swaying with each step, her erect nipples leading the way. She stopped at the door, took hold of the knob and hesitated for a second or two. She opened the door and said "Come on out," turning to face me and moving a few feet back my way. I was wondering to whom she had spoken when a tall, muscular, good looking and very dark Black man came into the room from the bath. Like myself and Mary Deanna, he was totally naked. As he moved his long semi-soft ebony cock with a its large helmeted purplish head swung back and forth. Even in its present condition I could see his cock was almost as long as mine was when it was hard. I thought when it is hard its probably 8-9" long and a good 7-8" around if not more! Mary Deanna looked over her shoulder at him, then at me and said, "This is Robert. Robert and I are going to fulfill your fantasy my love. Robert is going to FUCK me while you watch him. Oh, and you can capture it all on video and film too," pointing to the corner where I saw a video camera on a tripod and a 35mm camera on a table. As she spoke Robert moved up behind my wife towering over her, giving me a contemptuous look. He put his hands on her shoulders then slid them down over her chest and cupped her white breasts in his very large and very Black hands. I stood there dumbfounded. When Mary Deanna had said Fuck, she said it loud and with emphasis. Almost spitting it out. I didn't even know she knew the word. I had never heard her say it in our entire time together. I saw My Lovely Lily White Naked Wife being fondled by a Naked Black Man... she was looking me in the eyes with a look of achievement and then I knew what the strange smile meant. I couldn't say or do a thing. I was frozen in time and space. Robert was kissing her neck and he looked at me and said, "Yes, I am going to FUCK your wife for you white bread and show you how a white woman should be Fucked!" I was mesmerized by the sight of Robert's hands roaming freely over Mary Deanna's very white body. Fondling and squeezing her tits, massaging and kneading her small pink nipples till they stood out like erasers on a pencil, moving over her tummy and onto her hairy Mound of Venus, then a strong Black finger disappearing into her slit. Mary Deanna reached back with her hand, took hold of his cock and began stroking it slowly. She was standing there clearly enjoying this... for a woman with all of her sexual hangups she showed no sign of embarrassment at being seen nude or having a stranger's hands on her tits and pussy while I observed them. "Or was he a stranger?" While we had talked about what the military would call the "rules of engagement" my dick had gone flaccid. But at the sight of Robert's Black hands on My Wife's Naked Body and hearing from Mary Deanna's own lips she was going to be fucked by him... "FUCKED BY HIM!"... my cock had instantly grown hard. So hard it almost hurt. I grabbed my cock and stroked it. I looked at the video camera and saw it was already running. I wasn't sure why this was happening but by God, I sure as hell wanted to capture what was happening and picked up the 35mm. It was mine, as was the camcorder... "Mmmm... real preparation here." I saw a couple of spare videotapes on the table too. "Good Girl!" I took a couple of shots of Robert fondling Mary Deanna... she had her head thrown back as he kissed her neck and was placing hickeys there... a low murmur came from her throat. Robert spoke saying, "I am going to enjoy Fucking you Mary Deanna and I am going to enjoy it even more having your husband watch me Fuck you! "Yes," she said. "I want you to Fuck me in front of my husband. Make his day!" Mary Deanna turned and put her arms around Robert's neck and kissed him full on the lips... I was going bonkers watching My Naked Wife kissing a naked Black guy and knowing soon he was going to Fuck her right before my eyes! His hands found her ass cheeks and grasping both tightly, he drew her hairy pussy to him... his cock trapped against her belly, her tits and hard nipples pressing against his chest. "Oh Yeah, you can count on that," he said, "I am going to fuck you lady, but first you're going to suck my cock," as he pushed Mary Deanna to her knees. His cock was hanging semi-erect now, just before my wife's face. Mary Deanna looked at the video camera and adjusted herself so it would have an unobstructed view of her face and his cock. The thought ran through my head they must have choreographed most of this previously. I wonder if he has already Fucked her? Sometime before today? Tonight? My cock was raging hard now and I pumped it furiously for a few strokes, then took a few frames with the 35mm. Mary Deanna took hold of his cock and stroked it, then kissed the head and stuck her tongue in the pee hole, then licked it length-wise. Opening her mouth she wrapped her lovely ruby red lips around his Black Cock and sucked on him. I thought back to Mary Deanna warning me not to interfere or try to stop what happened. I laughed to myself. "Stop it? No fucking way! This is my dream come... cum? true!!!" I was thoroughly enjoying every bit if it so far and I knew the best was yet to cum... literally! Mary Deanna was really going to town on his cock... sucking and licking and bobbing back and forth on his stiff ebony shaft. For a gal who never would suck my cock she was doing an expert job of sucking Robert's. I wondered how she learned that? Robert was moaning... "Good, oh yes, suck it baby. Suck my Black cock. Show your hubby how much you love my Black cock. Tell him baby. Tell him how much you love sucking Black Cock!" Mary Deanna looked at me and the camera and said, "Oh God, darling... I love sucking his big Black Cock! I can't seem to get enough of it!" She rubbed his cock around her face then took it back into her mouth sucking and licking, her tongue swirling around the purplish Black helmeted head... her teeth scraping along the tender underside of the head. My Lovely Lily White Naked Wife was worshipping Robert's Big Black Cock with her lips, mouth and tongue. Robert took hold of Mary Deanna's head with one hand on the side away from the camera and the other on the top. He began thrusting his cock into her mouth... forcing his cock deep into her... deeper than she had been able to take so far. His cock was almost 6 inches into her mouth... I saw my wife choking on it as her gag reflex kicked in. His strong hands held her head in place not allowing her to pull away. Gurgling sounds were coming from her throat as she took his cock deep into it... she struggled but couldn't get away from him. His strong hands holding her in place. "Open your throat baby... you're gonna take all of it before I am through here." Mary Deanna stopped struggling and he began thrusting again. In and out, his cock gliding in my wife's mouth then deep into her throat... her saliva glistening on his Black Cock as it withdrew from her mouth. The big helmeted head popping in and out of her mouth. He increased the tempo of his thrusting and Mary Deanna knelt there as he fucked her face with his long thick ebony cock. Mary Deanna's eyes were open wide and she was watching him, but would occasionally steal a glance at me. I was alternately stroking my hard 6" cock and snapping shots of Mary Deanna sucking this Black stud's cock. I wondered what she was thinking as I watched and photographed her... "Naked on her knees and getting her pretty face Fucked by Robert's Cock?" Mary Deanna was moaning as her face was Fucked... her throat swelling as his thrusts went in. "MMMMM mmmm... MMMMM mmmmm... MMMMM mmmmm." I could tell my wife was really getting into having this big hunk of Black Cock Fucking her tonsils. Then I noticed a stream of glistening juice running down the insides of her thighs and the wetness of her pubic hair. "My God! He has made her cum just by making her suck him and Fuck his dick with her face!" "Your wife is a damn good cocksucker. I oughta know. I taught her!" Robert said to me as he thrust his ebony bone in and out of Mary Deanna's mouth and throat. "He taught her?" I thought to myself. "There's a lot more to this than meets the eye, that's for damn sure and I'm going to find out what!" Mary Deanna had both of her hands firmly grasping his ass cheeks and seemed to be pulling him deeper into her mouth and throat. Her ruby lips wrapped around his Black rod, the veins down its length bulging with the blood coursing through them. Robert's tempo had increased to a fast short stroke thrusting and I knew as his ass cheeks tightened that he was close to cumming. "Oh yeah baby, here it comes. Your first load of Black cum ..." Robert held her head and rammed his cock full length into her face. Her nose buried in his pubic hair above the base of his stiff prick. His back arched as he came and I saw the spasms of his cock against my wife's cheeks. Again and again his cock pumped his cum into her mouth and throat. White cum bubbled out around her lips... out from her nose... she began gagging and struggling as his load continued to explode in her mouth. She was clearly drowning in his cum! Mary Deanna broke his hold and as his cock came from her mouth a burst of cum spewed forth and splashed on her face... striking her right between the eyes... then dribbling down her cheeks and onto her heaving tits. Another burst struck her in the right ear as she turned her head and a third splashed into her forehead. Robert grabbed her hair and tilted her head back and told her to clean his cock, knowing as he did that white women just loved to do that anyway. "Clean it up baby! Show your hubby how its done!" Mary Deanna again took his cum covered cock into her mouth and licked and sucked it till all of his cum was in her mouth. All the while Robert had been Fucking Mary Deanna's lovely face with his rock hard shaft, I had been either jerking my cock with one hand or the other or trying to take photos of my wife sucking him off. I wondered how they would look considering how shaky I was. Mary Deanna wiped the cum from her eyes and her ear, kneeling there before us with cum all over her face and tits. More cum dribbling from her mouth she looked at me. Then she looked down at her hands and saw the cum all over her wedding and anniversary rings. Lifting her head she looked back at me into my eyes, a large smile of accomplishment spreading all over her face! She ran her hands over her face in a washing motion wiping Robert's jizz over her face. Standing up and rubbing her hands on her tits in cleansing motion she walked over to me. "Still love me darling?" she asked with an inquiring and hopeful look on her face. "Yes, of course I do," I answered. Mary Deanna stepped in close to me, pressed her cum wet tits against my bare chest and took my head in her even more cum wet hands. Leaning her head forward she gave me a kiss on the lips. I returned her kiss, tasting the salty slippery cum still on her ruby lips. Her tongue darted from her open mouth and my mouth automatically opened to receive it. Along with her pink tongue a fat glob of Robert's cum was deposited in my open mouth. The slimy salty gooey cum that had just a few minutes before been placed there by Robert's Big Black Purple Helmeted Cock! Chapter 3 The Fucking of My Wife Mary Deanna walked back to Robert who was still standing where she had left him. She placed her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth, driving her tongue deep into his mouth through his parted lips. Robert fondled and squeezed Mary Deanna's tits some more and again let his big Black hands roam freely over her white body. Turning to give the camera the best view possible Robert slid his hands down between my wife's white thighs, forcing them apart. Mary Deanna opened them for him giving access to her slit. His strong Black fingers massaged her labia while one finger disappeared into her crack and stimulated her clitoris. Soon she was wiggling as they continued to kiss, her hips moving about. I could hear whimpering noises coming from her throat and saw that Robert's hand was wet with her love juices. She was obviously hot and working up to a climax. Robert worked her love button rapidly and her moaning became louder. Her whimpers turning into AHH's and Umm's. Cum was flowing down her thighs and she was wet from crotch to knee, soaking the black thigh high nylons she was wearing. I saw her body tense then shake uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic delight swept through her body. "AAAA HHHHHHH... UUUUUU MMMM ..." she almost screamed as her orgasm convulsed her body. Her tits wiggling and jiggling as she shook. Now Robert is probably about 10 years younger than either Mary Deanna or myself. I never did learn his exact age. He is muscularly built and there is not much fat on him. I am just under 6' tall and he is about 4" taller than I. He picked up Mary Deanna like she was a feather and walked to the bed and placed her on it on her back. She automatically bent her legs and spread her thighs in the classic "Fucking" position. The bed had no pillows or covers, just a bottom sheet. Robert adjusted Mary Deanna so the camera could see what was happening and he placed his face between my wife's thighs and began kissing them and licking the cum and love juices there. Mary Deanna purely loved that and began purring like a kitten. Robert's face moved onto her Mound of Venus and licked the wetness there too. Then his lips drifted down her slit and probed the depths of her pussy. I could see his tongue parting her now swollen labia, pink with the blood in them. He licked her hairy crack from clit to asshole sucking up the cum he found there. Mary Deanna was getting hot again and I knew another climax was building. And he hadn't even really begun to eat her yet! Robert took hold of the back of my wife's knees and pushed them up towards her head and spread them wide, which rotated her pussy up towards his hungry mouth and made it easy for Robert to bury his tongue deep in her snatch. He worked his tongue in her wet box for several minutes and all the while Mary Deanna was getting hotter and hotter. She was rolling her head from side to side, her eyes tightly shut, her hands beside her on the bed. Her fingers digging into the sheet. Robert moved his hands onto both of her tits and began to roughly squeeze and pinch them. Tweaking her swollen nipples in his fingers till not only the nipples was erect and standing hard but the areolas were distended as well! Mary Deanna lowered her feet onto the bed and as her arousal became more pronounced she began bucking her hips toward Robert's face and tongue. She ran her fingers through his short kinky hair and then held his head close between her white thighs pressed tight to her wet quim. The now all too familiar Ahhh's and UUmmm's became louder and louder till she was really letting us hear her. I had never seen her make so much noise when I had eaten and licked her pussy. The most I had gotten were a few whimpers and once in a great while an Ohh! But here my wife had turned into a real moaner and groaner making lots of deep throaty noise and was telling Robert how good it felt to have him eat her pussy. "Eat me. Eat my pussy. Oh God, how great that feels... I'm gonna cum again... I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Great shock waves of sexual release crashed over my wife's body rocking and shaking it violently, her hips bucking up and down, as cum spewed from her pussy into Robert's face and waiting mouth. Robert's hands continued grasp her tits, roughly squeezing and kneading them, pinching the nipples between his thumb and fingers, pulling on them straight up till her tits were pointed. All the while his face was buried deep in my wife's pussy his tongue licking and tasting her juices as she climaxed over and over. Eventually her body slowed its jerky spasmodic bucking and she laid there with her thighs spread wide and her lovely wet pussy inches from Robert's face. Robert was up on his knees between Mary Deanna's wide spread legs, his ebony shaft again hard and erect as he stroked it slowly and aimed it at her love slit. "I think you're ready now for this Black Cock, aren't you Mary Deanna?" he asked of her. My wife opened her eyes and looked at him between her legs stroking his cock. She told him, "Oh yes! I'm ready for it." Inclining his head towards me in a jerking motion Robert told her to tell me what she wanted, as he laid his hard cock on my wife's thatched Mound of Venus. His long dark shaft pointing towards her tits and extending onto her white belly. "I want you to Fuck me with your big Black Cock," she said as he began to slide the head of his purple-Black Cock up and down the crack of Mary Deanna's pussy lips, just making contact with them. "MMmmm yes, that's it, give it to me," as she moved her hips toward the cock in his hand. "Tell him like I told you to tell him," he quietly ordered. "And look at him when you do it!" Mary Deanna looked me directly in the eyes and said, "FUCK my Cunt! Give me your Big beautiful Black Cock. Put that hunk of Black cock-meat in me. Please! Please, Fuck me." Robert retorted, "You want me to Fuck your white cunt with your husband watching us? Do you baby?" "YES, yes please! I want you to Fuck me with my husband watching. I want him to see how a Black man Fucks his white wife!" Mary Deanna's eyes never wavered from mine through this discourse. I heard her say Cunt for the very first time in my life. I didn't think she even knew the word, none- the-less its meaning. I now knew they had been together at least once before this night. It all made sense, too much preplanning and choreography for it not to have occurred. Robert placed his hands on the insides of my wife's thighs where her nylons stopped and spread her even wider and separating the outer labia lips, stretching the clitoral hood exposing her hard swollen clit. Mary Deanna's womanhood was total exposed and presented to him. His Proud Pulsating Purple Protuberant Prick 1/4 inch from her Pretty Pink Pussy. He slid his hand down her thigh onto her Mound then let his thumb rest upon her Clit. She moaned as it pressed in on her love button, wiggling and stimulating it. Mary Deanna tried to wiggle her pussy onto his cock but he held her off as his thumb brought her back into an excited state. "Fuck me," she groaned. "Give me that Cock! Ram it up my pussy and Fuck my Cunt! Please!" Robert directed her to, "Tell him the rest of it." Mary Deanna still looking at me said, "Ask him to Fuck me, Darling. I want you to give him your permission to Fuck me in front of you. And say please." I looked at my wife Naked and spread eagled on the bed, her wet twat 1/4 from a big Black Cock. I looked at Robert still giving me contemptuous glances kneeling between by beautiful wife's wide spread thighs. If this is how she wants it, so be it. "Robert. You have my permission to Fuck my wife. Right here. Right now. I looked back at Mary Deanna and then said, "Please Fuck Mary Deanna." My wife had a pleased look on her face as I said the words. Robert gave me another of his contemptuous glances... probably thinking I was a wimp for asking him to Fuck my wife. Or even worse that I was some sort of homosexual who wanted to suck him off after he finished Fucking Mary Deanna! "Ok buddy. I'll Fuck your white wife and give her the best Fucking she ever had. So pay attention and you might learn something. But when I get done with her she won't be wanting your cock anymore!" I looked at his large Black cock poised for penetration into Mary Deanna's snatch. It WAS big. Not the humongous horse cocks of erotic literature, but still plenty big. I looked down at my hard and erect cock. I knew I wanted this to happen or it wouldn't be so hard. My cock was erect and pointing straight out. It was a good looking cock, but no matter how you looked at it, it couldn't measure up to Robert's Black one. His prick was significantly bigger than mine in any direction you wanted to measure. I wondered if Mary Deanna could accommodate that much meat in her love canal. Of course she could. She's had 3 babies and they all were bigger than Robert's cock. But it had been a longtime, 10 years. Has her birth canal shrunk too tightly to accept his cock? I guess I'll know in just a few seconds. Robert had continued to stimulate my wife's clit and was poking his fingers in her pussy. Juice was oozing out in rivulets running down the crack of her ass and onto the sheet. Her hips were moving up and own as she orgasmed again. "Oh God please, Fuck me Robert. Give me that thing between your legs. I gotta have it!" Mary Deanna blurted out loudly. "FUCK ME NOW!" Robert pressed the purple head against her pussy lips and it slowly separated them, disappearing inside bit by bit. "MMMM MMMM, yes Robert that's what I want. give it to me." From my vantage point I witnessed his Big Black rock hard Cock slowly disappearing into my wife. Mary Deanna squirmed as his anaconda cock wormed its way into her pussy inch by inch. I could tell she was uncomfortable as it cleaved her pretty pink pussy, its Blackness contrasting sharply with the lily whiteness of her skin. "Oh Jesus, that feels good!" she moaned. "All the way. Put it in all the way. I want all of your cock in me!" Mary Deanna was raising her hips trying to force his cock deeper into her. I could see her pussy lips were stretching tightly to allow him to pass into her. He pulled it out a bit and then pushed it back in again when about half of it was in her. With each passing inch his cock steadily penetrated my wife and filled her pussy with the biggest cock she had ever had. Eventually it was in all the way. His pubic bone was pressed tightly against my wife's pussy lips. His pubic bush mingling with hers. Slowly he began moving his cock in her. Out and in. In and out. Slow long thrusts with his hips. His long cock sliding almost all of the way out of Mary Deanna's hot wet box. The juices from her hole lubricating his dick. "Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck me Robert. Put that big pole in me and Fuck me," Mary Deanna groaned. Her eyes were closed as he Fucked her slowly. A contented smile on her lovely face, now covered in dried cum from the face Fucking she had already had. They were positioned on the bed so that the camera could clearly see his cock in her puss. On the TV their coupling was flashing on the screen. I had been so immersed in the events unfolding before me that I had not realized the camcorder was connected to the TV until the light flashing from it caught my eye, as the sound was muted. I alternately watched them Fuck on the TV then in Real Life and back again. Mary Deanna looked between her legs and saw his cock gliding in and out of her cunt. Tears welled up n her eyes and flowed like a river... she began uncontrolled sobbing, tears running freely down her face. I didn't understand the tears. I thought I heard her mumble something like more... but it wasn't more... it was something similar. "Hey, white boy," Robert called. "I'm getting some of her pussy YOU never had," he laughed Robert had taken hold of her ankles and was holding her legs straight up and spread in a wide "V", her silver sandals opposite his head but arms length away. I was mesmerized again as I watched his Black Cock sliding easily in and out of Mary Deanna's love canal. He was thrusting his hips faster but not rapidly yet, taking long strokes. The size of his cock stretching her pussy and causing her clit to rub on the long veins running its length made Mary Deanna rise close to climaxing again. I thought she was having more orgasms tonight than in all of our married life! I heard my name called out and realized my wife was talking to me! "Darling, look at me!" she commanded. I looked at her face. Gazed into her eyes. "Darling, is this what you wanted? Look at your wife, Darling," she purred. "Here I am totally Naked before you. My legs are spread wide and a big pricked Black Stud is Fucking my Cunt with his long thick Black Cock. See how easy it glides in and out of my hot wet white woman's pussy. Isn't it wonderful, Darling? Don't you just love this? This is what you wanted isn't it? A Black man Fucking your wife!" A Black man Fucking my wife. "A BLACK MAN FUCKING MY WIFE!" I thought. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!!" I blurted out. A Black man WAS Fucking my wife and I was here watching it. I couldn't believe it. The truth of its impossibility was right before me... shattered forever. I never in my wildest dreams had ever truly believed I would see the day when my wife would let anyone, let alone a Black man Fuck her in front of me. I was so excited I could feel the pain in my balls and rock-hard erect prick. I had been so busy taking photos of what was happening I had become consciously detached from situation. More of a disinterested spectator than the indirect participant that I was. "Yes, my love this is EXACTLY what I wanted!" I said to her. "Happy Anniversary, Darling!" Robert looked over at me and said, "I'm glad your satisfied with it, but it's hardly even begun yet Bud. I like the feel of your wife's cunt around my cock and I'm gonna give it the Fucking it really needs and never got from you!" That same contemptuous look was on his face and I thought about dragging his ass off Mary Deanna and punching him out, big as he was. But I remembered the promise I had given Mary Deanna in the motel parking lot ..." won't try to stop it... won't interfere ..." Robert moved his hands to the back of my wife's knees and pushed the top of her thighs up to her head beside her ears. Her pussy was almost vertical and in an attitude for maximum penetration. I could see the lips of her vulva swollen with blood and hyper sensitive. He steadily increased the speed of his thrusts until he was ramming his shaft full length into Mary Deanna's cunt. Fucking her hard fast and deep. His rapid Fucking had brought her to the brink of climax. His cock hyper stimulating her clit till she was squirming, then bucking her hips up and down trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts into her hole. Mary Deanna was thrashing her head back and forth on the bed, her hands running over his back. Her long fingernails digging into his back leaving long dark scratches and deep marks in his ebony skin. No longer moaning and groaning, she was speaking in a clear and loud voice, albeit with ragged breath. "Fuck me Baby! Oh yes. OH Lord God, yes Fuck me. Put that big Black cockmeat to me. FUCK MY CUNT!!!!" Fuck my brains out! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Robert was thrusting into her with a speed of a dynamo. His cock was pistoning into Mary Deanna's cunt, her juices flowing from her hole lubricating his cock as it thrust deep into her pussy. Her juices flowing down the crack of her ass past her asshole and onto her lower back. He placed a hand on her ass and worked a finger over her little brown puckered asshole. He worked a wet thumb against the sphincter, pressing strongly till the nail slid into her tight asshole. He worked his thumb deeper into her brownie and she shrieked in delight. He then began a poking motion, timing it with the thrust of his huge bone in her cunt. Mary Deanna was going ballistic literally screaming in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, "I'm cumming... I'm Cumming... I'M CUMMING!!! Oh Fuck me Robert. Don't stop Fucking me. Fuck me all night! Fuck me... Fuck Me... FUCK ME ..." Robert was really doing some serious long dicking of Mary Deanna's Fuck hole now. They were wildly and wantonly thrusting and bucking. Mary Deanna's full tits were jiggling with each thrust like two cherry topped mounds of creamy white jello. All the while I had been moving about trying to keep out of the camcorder's angle of coverage and taking photos of Mary Deanna getting the Fucking of her life. I had run through several rolls of film so far and was thankful my forethinking and preplanning wife had put in a big stock of film. I noted on the TV the onscreen lettering indicated the VCR was recording at the slowest speed and had several hours left to run before it needed replacing. Robert's balls which had been slapping against my wife's wet ass were now shrunk up into the sack and his ass muscles were bunched up tight. He was close to cumming himself. I may not like the bastard but I had to give him credit. He could FUCK!!! "F-FUUU CCCKKK M-M EEEEEE EEEEEEE... !!!!!!!! screamed from Mary Deanna's wide open mouth. Robert pulled his thumb from my wife's asshole and with a strong convulsive thrust dumped his load into her womb! I could see his nut sack contracting time and time again as they pumped his warm, baby making cum, jism and sperm deep into My Beautiful Naked Wife's Hot Wet and OH So Willing White Wifely Cunt!!! "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" I said out loud when I realized for the first time that he wasn't using a condom. His cum was being fired right into my wife's cervix and probably right up into her uterus! My wife was still fertile. God I hope she doesn't get pregnant! I don't know haw we'd explain her having this Black Bastard's baby!!! Just at that moment I felt a pleasant pain start in my groin and spread out and proceed down the length of my stiff cock. I was amazed to realize I was shooting my load. I had been so aroused I had cum without jerking off. My sperm was firing out the end of my cockhead like water from a high pressure hose. I was thrilled to see the amount of jizm I was unloading onto the carpet. Robert let his still hard cock soak in my wife's dripping wet hole. Cum was oozing out around her cunt lips, testifying to the size of the load. He must have spewed forth his jizz for at least a full minute. Her cunt had to be full with his sperm wiggling and worming their way looking for an egg to fertilize. Mary Deanna looked at me with a look of satisfaction and also a look of prideful triumph. She called to me and motioned for me to stand by the bed. She asked me after what I had just seen if I still loved her? "Of course I do honey. I have always loved you and I will always love you," I said smiling. Robert pulled out of Mary Deanna's hole turned her over onto all fours, slipped his cock into her slimy cum filled cunt, and immediately began Fucking her some more. His cock was ramming deep into her cunt rapidly and Mary Deanna was soon pushing her ass back toward his cock meeting it as it rammed home. To my amazement, I saw her rise to climax again as he Fucked her dog style. My wife was ramming her ass back at his cock and I heard her making throaty noises, "MMMMM... MMMMM... MMMMM... MMMMM." I saw her swollen cunt lips wrapped around Roberts Black member and the cum and her love juices mixed on it as it thrust into her pussy. Robert had his hands firmly holding her hips and he leaned over and grabbed her hanging tits, groping them, pulling hard on her nipples, and squeezing hard. He was Fucking her hard fast and deep giving her some short strokes. My wife was clearly enjoying this Fucking from the rear... something she didn't like to do with me! Mary Deanna was cumming again and again as he Fucked her hard. Then he pulled out quickly and she cried, "No don't stop... don't stop... Fuck me Robert." Robert lay down on the bed and told her if she wanted more Fucking to climb aboard. Mary Deanna straddled his waist and quickly lowered her dripping snatch over his Black Fuck pole, self impaling her body on his hard rod. She was facing him and he roughly fondled her tits and pinched her nipples, then really began an unmerciful mauling of her tits and already erect nipples. She shrieked in pain as his fingers dug into her tit flesh leaving red marks wherever he touched them. Mary Deanna rode his cock hard, her eyes were glazed and her motions automatic as she humped up and own on his cockpole within her cunt. "Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh ..." she moaned as she rode his stiff thick shaft. I was continually being dumbfounded. Here was my wife riding this stud's cock Fucking it like crazy. She just wasn't turned on, she was rutting like a bitch dog in heat. Which as I thought to myself is exactly what she is right now. A Bitch in heat! She was cumming again and wave after wave after wave of orgasm shook her body. Her tits shaking and jiggling as she went through the throes of her passion... cum running freely from her pussy smearing over Robert's pubic hair, balls and even onto his stomach. Robert pushed her off and again put her on all fours kneeling behind her. His rigid cock smeared in the cunt juice and cum from her sopping pussy. He was stroking it slowly and he told her. "Tell him where you want me to Fuck you now!" Mary Deanna looked at me and said in a throaty but clear voice, "I want you to sodomize my ass. I want you to Fuck my asshole Robert. Please Fuck my ass." I was shocked. Never had she even allowed me to finger her ass, no less actually try to enter it with anything. Now here she was begging him to Fuck her in the asshole! Robert placed the wet cockhead on her asscrack and spread her cheeks with his hands revealing the tight brown asshole. He reached into her sopping, mushy pussy and got his fingers dripping wet with their cum. Using it as a lubricant he smeared it around her bunghole and placed the cockhead up tight against the brownie. He pressed and the head of his purplish Black Cock harder against her hole and the sphincter opened slowly and his cockhead eased into her ass. With constant pressure his cock penetrated her ass, the muscles relaxing and allowing passage into that forbidden territory. I could see the pain on her face she grunted and moaned as his large shaft stretched her. Mary Deanna cried, "Big... too big... it hurts... oooowwwww... can't take it all." Robert told her, "You'll take it lady. You'll take every inch of my cock in your ass. He viciously rammed his cock deep into her ass in one motion burying it to his pubic mound. His balls swinging and slapping her dripping pussy. My wife howled in pain as her asshole stretched to the breaking point and tried to get away from his cock. Robert held her tightly by the hips and she was held fast against his pelvic bone. Slowly he began a thrusting motion. In and out of her ass... a few inches at a time... until he was making long strokes deep into their ass going where none had ever gone before. "God I love ass fucking a white woman," Robert said looking at me. "Especially in front of her husband!" His thrusting began to increase in tempo and Mary Deanna's discomfort and pain soon was turning to arousal. I saw her pushing back to meet in incoming thrusts... grunting with increased pleasure as his cock plowed her rectum. Soon she was again making those throaty noises as her body climaxed again and again spewing her love cum from her open snatch. "God Damn!" I thought. "My wife is having an orgasm as he is being butt Fucked by this stud. I wouldn't have believed it unless I was seeing it myself. He was really laying some serious pipe in my wife's once virgin asshole. Of course I did believe it as I was seeing it ...I tried to take pictures but my hands were shaking so badly I was sure none of them were properly focused. I was so engrossed in watching what was happening in front of me I again didn't realize my body had reacted to the scene on its own and I felt my cock springing forth another load of cum onto the carpet. Robert on the other hand knew exactly what his body was doing as he fired another full load of his black cum into my wife's no longer virgin ass. "Oh BABY! I just love filling a white wife's ass with my jizz," Robert said as he looked at me with contempt and disdain. "Its the ultimate thing to take from her." Chapter 4 Aftermath Mary Deanna lay on her back and spread her legs, she rubbed her pussy and fingered herself as Robert moved up to her head and placed his slime covered Cock into her mouth. Remarkably, without hesitation considering where it had just been, my wife licked and tongued his softening cock, cleaning it for him. I was standing truly in awe at Robert's sexual prowess. He had Fucked Mary Deanna in all of her orifices and had cum three times, depositing his cum jism and sperm in each hole. All within the time of just about two hours! I knew I couldn't match that. Mary Deanna's oral work on his cock had removed the slime and cum from his dick and she was still working it over... causing it to find new life and stiffen steadily until it was erect and ready for action again. Robert moved between my wife's wide spread thighs and eased his cock into her cunt. Sliding it full depth with no resistance. He slowly pumped his cock in her as he held himself up off of her. "Do you love me darling," my wife asked of me. "Why yes, of course I do Mary Deanna," I replied without hesitation. I did love my wife. "Even after what you saw me do tonight with Robert?" she inquired. "Things I never did with you?" Did I? Good question. But I knew the answer. "Yes, honey. I still love you. Even after what I saw you do with Robert tonight." A thankful look spread over her face. Then she said to me, "Who am I?" I said, "Why you are my wife, honey." "Yes, I am your wife Darling, and what am I to Robert?" I wrinkled my forehead, "Uh umm, you're the one he just Fucked. Uh... his mistress." "Yes, I am his mistress. NOW! But what else am I?" she inquired again. "I don't know," I confessed. Mary Deanna looked into Robert's face and eyes and smiling she said, "I Am His Woman!" I was shocked to hear her say it. Shocked to the very foundations of my beliefs. "NO! You're not. You're my wife, Mary Deanna, my woman!" I exclaimed with force. Shaking her head she said, "No, you are wrong Darling. Not anymore. Tonight I am still your WIFE. But I am his WOMAN!!! She kissed Robert's mouth and Frenched him passionately. Looking back to me she said, "Darling, I know its hard for you to accept, but no female can be the woman of another man and do what I did with Robert. What I AM going to do AGAIN with Robert, TONIGHT!" She saw the uneasiness on my face and in my eyes and instinctively knew what I was thinking. Was I losing my wife right here, right before my very own eyes? Was my fantasy come true just the beginning of my worst nightmare? "Do not worry my darling. You haven't lost me. I am still your wife and if you want me I always will be your wife. But when Robert takes me again, when I give him my body again I will be his Woman. You must accept this Darling. Whenever someone Fucks me, I will be his Woman!!!" My mind was racing. What does she mean... "When someone Fucks me?" Can I accept it? Do I want to? I looked at My Naked Wife with Robert still between her thighs... his chest pressing into her full tits... his cock still pumping in her cunt... her mouth kissing and swapping spit frantically with him. I realized I had no choice. No choice that is if I wanted to keep my wife. "I accept it," I told them. "Good buddy, cause you don't really have any choice not to," Robert said to me scornfully. "I am going to make YOUR WIFE... MY WOMAN... often!" Crestfallen I turned and walked over to an easy chair... a fairly nice one considering the sleazy kind of room this was and sat down. Mary Deanna and Robert continued to Fuck. I was lost in my own thoughts and despair seeing but not seeing him and her Sucking again and Fucking again, and again. The only thing I could think of was how can I accept this? How can I keep my wife? I must have fallen asleep. Robert and Mary Deanna were still on the bed. Their bodies intertwined sleeping. I walked over and looked at my wife sleeping with a self satisfied look on her beautiful face. Tears rolled from my eyes. I have lost my wife I cried... my fantasy come true has cost me my wife. I again sat down in the chair crying uncontrollably. I thought somehow I must fight this, but how? Again, I must have fallen asleep. I awoke to the sounds of Mary Deanna's throaty moans and groans as she climaxed on Robert's cock. I saw her straddling him facing the camera, rutting furiously on his Black pole. Her tits hanging, wiggling, jiggling up and down. She came and came and came. My God, I thought. How much can she cum? She is a sex machine turned on and never stopping, a real Fuck machine. But eventually, she did stop. I saw that it was 4am and Mary Deanna said to Robert that she thought it was time for him to go. He agreed and they walked naked to the door, his arm around her. He opened the door and I moved to the door intending to go with them. I saw they intended to go outside just as they were. I thought someone would see them and I wanted to stop them. I said, "Mary Deanna don't go outside naked. Someone may see you." Robert retorted, "Just who the fuck do you think is going to see us White boy? He had a good point. This place was so deserted even during the daytime they probably could go naked and no one would see them. Even so I wanted to assert myself and regain some of my lost self respect. I told them it didn't matter. She was MY wife and she wasn't going outside. Robert moved quickly and pushed me in the chest. I rocked backward but, it was a glancing blow and I recovered before he could get set. I grabbed his wrist pulled him towards me and before he knew it I had him in a control hold I remembered from my military police days. I told him, "Look mother Fucker. Just because I let you Fuck my wife tonight doesn't give you the right to order or push me around." Robert was strong and he was fighting the hold I had him in. I wondered how long I could keep him in it. I had to defuse this quickly. That or break his arm, because if he got loose he was going to kick my ass! "You keep your hands off me and we'll get along just fine, hear me? He looked at me and stared me in the eyes and finally said, "I can take you white boy." "You can try," I answered. We stood there for a few seconds then he laughed, "Ok. You're not the wuss I thought you were. Mind if YOUR Naked Wife, MY Woman, walks me to my car?" I nodded it was ok, and slowly let him loose, wary for some kind of trick move on his part. But he just took hold of Mary Deanna's hand and lead her outside. Just as she passed through the door she stopped and motioned for me to come to her. "I want you to thank Robert for helping me give you your anniversary present, Darling," she purred. She just had us fighting over her and she was pleased with that. I looked at her and saw she was serious. I looked at Robert and knew I would never like this Bastard. But he had fulfilled my fantasy, and I had just made him back down. "Ok, Mary Deanna. Robert, thank you for... for Fucking my wife in my presence," I said. He grinned at me and told me he knew I thought I had allowed him to Fuck her. But I was wrong. He took my wife without my permission he alleged. "Show him babe," he told my wife. Mary Deanna walked over to a drawer and took out my MP handcuffs and a rope. Robert said if you objected to what was going to happen or tried to interfere or stop it at any time tonight, your wife and I were going to use those on you. We would have let you leave, but any interference would have resulted in your being bound and gagged if necessary. Your wife promised me that if she entered this room tonight she wasn't going to leave until I had Fucked her repeatedly in all of her lovely holes. I saw Mary Deanna nodding in agreement. So you see, he continued, you didn't give me anything buddy. I took it from you. I made you a CUCKOLD! Robert said, "Punkin ..." "Punkin! He called her Punkin. That's the name of affection that only I use for her. None one else uses it," I thought to my self. "Has he even taken that from me too?" "... is prime white pussy. There was no way I was gonna let her get out of here tonight without getting that hot married white woman's cunt of hers thoroughly Fucked!" he finished saying. "Come on Punkin," he said again and they went through the door. They walked over to his car. It was chilly outside but I stood by the door on the porch and watched them. In the still bright moonlight they stood close and I could see he had put on some kind of coat. I could tell they were kissing and I saw his hands roaming over my wife's ass cheeks. I heard her giggle and say the word... Saturday. He got in and started his car and drove away. Epilogue Standing in the drive by our car, the moonlight illuminating the very Naked Mary Deanna, she asked me if I had enjoyed her anniversary gift to me? I said, "I certainly did. You couldn't have given me a better one. It was the best gift a wife could give her husband. But to tell you the truth, I still don't fully accept this 'my wife, his woman' shit! Just where did you find this guy?" My wife told me she worked with Robert and known him for about 2 years. She said he immediately began hitting on her and had asked her out several times but always she had refused. Refused until she realized I wanted a Black man to Fuck her. I inquired as to how she deduced that and she said she found my computer picture files full of Black men Fucking white women. That there were so few white couples pics and so many Black men/white woman pics, that she just knew that was my fantasy. I admitted it was and said I didn't have the nerve to ask her knowing how she felt about interracial dating and marriages. I asked her feeling how she did about it, why did she do it. Fuck a Black man? Her reply was she loved me and to prove her love for me she would humble herself, degrade herself to give me what I wanted most from her. Then without warning she shook violently, placed her face in her hands and cried uncontrollably, "I am so humiliated... so degraded... so cheapened by what I did tonight. How can I ever look you or any other decent person in the face again? You have no idea what this has cost me... will cost me." I took her in my arms and kissed her and held her close, assuring her I loved her and respected her and was proud. Yes, proud of what she had done because of her love for me. She raised her head and looked at me. "How can you darling? I whored for him to night. I let him have me, use me like a common street walking slut." "Lets have no more of that talk," I said. "You are not a whore and you are not a slut. Got that?" Mary Deanna nodded and I dried the tears from her eyes. "Cost you?" I asked. "Money?" Mary Deanna nodded yes, "Money. I didn't pay him to Fuck me, but I had to cover the cost of this room and I have to do other things in the future." "Now tell me exactly how this all came about," I told her. Mary Deanna proceeded to tell me she found out about my fantasy and decided to make it come true. She wondered who to do it with and about that time Robert began hitting on her again. She said he was good looking and he obviously wanted to Fuck her. Then in the coffee room at work one day she overheard someone say that Robert was a terrific stud and he was rumored to have a string of women and wives whom he serviced. She said she decided to see if he was interested in her proposition. Well he was definitely interested in it but he had certain conditions of his own she must comply with to gain his compliance with her requirements. She told me they had met after work one day and came to this motel. He told her it was perfect for what she had in mind. He told her that he rarely let husband's photograph and videotape him fucking their wives, but if she insisted he would go along with it. If she did certain things for him. Mary Deanna said he wanted her to meet him here every day for five days before our anniversary so he could teach her how to do all of the things she needed to know for the "show" they were going to put on for me. She said once they were there he insisted on her stripping and going naked for him all the time they were in the room setting things up and choreographing the nights activities. She said, "You have no idea how embarrassed I was the first time I let him see me Naked. I was so humiliated. He made me stand before him and do all sorts of nasty things with my body." "Like what?" I asked. "He had me spread my legs and show him my cunt, finger myself in my cunt and ass and talk all sorts of dirty filthy words. He told me that from now on I was never to refer to my pussy by any terms other than pussy or cunt or hole or some such similar vulgarism. Then he put his hands on me for the first time. I cringed. I was so mortified as he fondled my breasts and put his hands and fingers in places only you have touched. I cried and cried as he forced me to Fuck myself with a huge Black dildo in both my ass and cunt. I had told him that I didn't want any penetration of my pussy or ass by him until tonight because I wanted you to be there to see the first time anyone had Fucked me in those holes." I asked her if this was so humiliating for her why did she do it? And she replied, "Because I love you darling. If this was what it took to give your fantasy then I would endure it." She continued saying they met everyday after work and he had her come to the motel wearing nothing except her shoes and wedding ring. He got off on seeing me naked wearing only my wedding ring and shoes. He said I was no longer to go outside wearing a bra or panties and I was to practice letting men see me naked. She asked if I remembered when she had gone to the ladies room at the restaurant? She said Robert had told her to flash the Maitre 'D and at least one other employee. She said she did as she walked out of the ladies room she opened her coat and let the Maitre "D and the wine steward see her Nakedness and gave them both a big smile! My wife told me she recoiled in embarrassment when Robert told her to do it but he was so forceful so dominant with her that she knew she would do as he said. Also, I was to open my coat under the table and let people see my pussy, but without letting you know what I was doing. Everyone seated behind you was able to look under the table and beneath the table cloth which was off centered and allowed a clear view of me exposing myself. No wonder I got all of those admiring looks in the restaurant! I nodded in agreement. I had to admit he was forceful and he did clearly dominate Mary Deanna and the night's activities. He didn't use the usual verbal abuse and brutality I had half expected but he definitely had control of the situation and of my wife. Still had control of her. I asked her, "What's this about Saturday?" Mary Deanna looked me in the face and said, "I am going out with him Saturday night. To the restaurant we went to tonight and wearing the same thing I wore tonight. He said he has plans for me." "Are you going to go?" I inquired, looking into her eyes. "Do you WANT to go?" My wife said, "Yes. I want to go. I need to go. I HAVE to go." "Why?" I queried. "My... My," she stammered. "Your Master says to?" I asked. "NO. He's not my Master. I'm not his slave. He... he's my teacher. He's teaching me to come to grips with my sexuality. To overcome my inhibitions and prejudices." She shouted at me! "Ok then. I'll go with you," I said. Shaking her head she told me I couldn't. That was part of the deal. For every time I was with them while they Fucked, she had to meet him without me two other times. Saturday would be the first time and some day next week the second. I nodded acceptance of this. I knew it would be useless to argue. I knew my wife was stubborn enough to make me go along with it. Besides, an idea had suddenly popped into my head and I was formulating a plan around it. "Ok, you win. I stay home," I said. "Are you ready to go home? If you are I will gather up the stuff and put in the car and we can leave." "No, I am not ready to go home. Not like this, but I will. That's another part of the deal. I go home with you Naked, with his cum still in me and on me." I collected our gear and threw it in the car and as I drove home I looked at My Beautiful Naked Wife, Mary Deanna, who had that unmistakable fully satisfied glow of a woman who has been very well and very thoroughly Fucked! I wondered what lay in store for me and my wife? Episode 2 As Seen From Her Perspective Author's Note --- This episode essentially covers a lot of the same facts as in Episode 1, however, it is seen from Mary Deanna's view, and is definitely HER story. Chapter 1 Homecoming As we drove home... I was freezing. The cum on my body wasn't warm anymore and offered no protection from the cold. Unbeknownst to me, like my husband, I was thinking of what Robert had in store for me and him. I knew I had acted like a cheap, brazen, slut and whore and was so embarrassed and humiliated that I was sure my marriage was over, regardless of what professions of love and assurances my husband, Joe, made. I was sure I had Fucked myself into a divorce. When we arrived home to our empty house, I just went into the bedroom and took a shower, not caring that I was naked as I walked up the front steps and waited for my husband to open the door for me. At that point in time I could care less who saw me naked, although no one did. After showering I went to bed and my hubby didn't even try to Fuck me as I expected. This was added proof I figured, of the end of my happy home life. At that time I cried myself to sleep with my Joe lying there next to me awake listening to me cry. That morning when I awoke it was almost noon and the house was empty. My hubby was at work and I was at sea with my emotions and feelings. To be perfectly honest, I had really enjoyed the Fucking I had been given. I had never expected sex could be so good! My pussy was sore and I limped when I walked. I had never had it more than once in my married life and here I had been screwed in all of my holes several times each. Loving every one of them too I might add! But part of me recoiled at what I had done and was mortified to think that in a while I was going to have to look my hubby in the face. I thought how can I do this? I had been unfaithful to him and Robert had Cuckolded him. My husband was a CUCKOLD! I fell down and cried again at the thought. 15 years of marriage and I had Cuckolded him. Then the phone rang and it was Robert. I wanted to hang up on him but something wouldn't let me. He just phoned to remind me of our "date" on Saturday and told me not to be late. I told him I would be there as I had promised. Knowing as I said it, I was certainly sounding the death knell of my marriage. I felt cheap and dirty and went up to take another bath. I took two more that afternoon before Joe came home. When I heard his car in the drive and my heart leaped into my throat. Here it was... the show down. High Noon at 1717 Country Club Drive. Joe walked in with a wry smile on his face when he looked at me and just said, "Hi, honey what's for dinner?" He gave me a kiss on the cheek and acted like nothing was wrong, but there was a look in his eyes that he couldn't hide. I wilted inside. I wanted to die, just curl up and die! He didn't say anything about last night, but when he saw the new ring on my finger I knew he was thinking about it. And I knew it wasn't good. Eventually, I worked up the courage and told him I wanted to discuss last night. He said he didn't want to yet. He just wanted to read the paper and then listen to the news on the TV. I said I did and he ignored me. I got mad and ripped the paper from his hands throwing it around the room and screamed at him I did want to talk about it, "RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" That got his attention and he said ok, lets talk. I asked him if he loved me, looking for reassurance. He smiled what I knew to be a sincere smile when he said he did. I asked him what he thought of what happened last night. He told me that it was the most exciting thing he ever witnessed and that he loved very minute of it. This I knew to be a lie from the look in his eyes. But I didn't challenge it. He said, "Honey you gave me what I had been fantasizing about for 10 years. I love you for it and I am so very very proud of you for... for doing what was so much against your principles and morals. If I ever had any doubts of your love for me, which I never had, last night would have destroyed them forever." Then he dropped the other shoe. "I am grateful for what you gave me and now that I have had my fantasy fulfilled we can now return to our normal lives. I don't want you to see Robert anymore!" I thanked him for his love and gratitude, but I protested that I had to go out with Robert on Saturday. I promised him. I told Joe I had promised Robert when we were standing by his car just before he left that I would meet him on Saturday. Joe objected that it was unnecessary to honor a promise like that. I said I have to go and I played upon his sense of honor telling him that the promise I had given Robert was upon my wedding vows. That got to him. I saw fear in his eyes and surrender in the droop of his shoulders. All the while I was telling Joe why I had to meet Robert, I was telling myself I was crazy just Fucking crazy to do it and I was asking myself why I was going to. Knowing that it was seriously jeopardizing my now quite fragile marriage, even with Joe's talk of returning to normalcy. I realized I knew why I was GOING to see Robert. I loved his Excellent Black Cock Fucking me silly! The rest of the evening was strained and we tried valiantly not to show the tension between us. But the kids knew something was wrong. * * * Friday, and Joe was off to work as usual. After sending the kids off to school I was home alone. I was grateful I didn't have to go to work yesterday or today. There was no way I could hide from anyone the fact that Robert and I had... had done it. There is just something that signals everyone when a man and a woman have Fucked each other. Especially if the relationship is new, like ours was. Our relationship? I wondered what it would be. I was as sure there would be one as I was of my own name. Apparently Robert was too because he called me at home shortly after 8am. His call was short and to the point. He reminded me of our date the next night, told me where to be and when to be there and what he to wear (I already knew, the same thing as on my 15th Anniversary). He also told me things he wanted me to do today and tomorrow before I met him. I just answered him in monosyllabic yesses and noes. Then he asked, "You do want to see me again don't you Deanna? (Mary Deanna is my given name but I go by Deanna to most everyone. Only my husband and my mother call me Mary Deanna.) I told him coldly, "No. I don't want to see you again." "But you will won't you Deanna," he queried? Meekly I said, "Yes." "And why is that Deanna? Why are you going to meet me if you don't want to? I have never threatened you to make you meet me have I? "No," I replied. "Then why are you going to meet me?" For several minutes I was silent, not wanting to tell him what I am sure he already knew. "I'm waiting Deanna," he said. "I want your Black Cock. I need your Black Cock," I finally blurted out. Embarrassed by what I had just said and consumed with fires of guilt raging in me for what I had just said, what I had done with him on my Anniversary and what I wanted to do with him right now. What made it worse was knowing full well that if I saw him on Saturday, the likelihood of my marriage lasting to see Sunday was slim to none. "I will see you at 7PM, sharp. That is if you really want what I have to give you? Don't be late!" I was sick to my stomach. I ran into the bath and vomited violently. With my face hanging in the stool and vomit in my mouth I thought, "Deanna girl, you're a Fucking mess!" Friday night was still strained but not so bad as Thursday had been. At least the children weren't there to see us and feel the tension. Our two oldest had gone to the Friday night football game and our baby, only 10, had gone to the movie with her best friend. Joe and I were alone. "Mary Deanna, I want to talk to you," Joe said. I looked up from the book I was trying to read in which I had only made two paragraphs in the last hour. "Yes, Darling" I answered? Trying to sound as normal as possible. "Did Robert call you today?" How the hell did he know that? I thought? I told him had. The discussion then centered on my husband again thanking me for what I had done for him, but it was over and he didn't want me to go with Robert on Saturday. It was the same argument we had had on Thursday and I ended it the same way, by playing on his ironclad sense of honor. His final words rung in my ears as he walked out of the room, "Mary Deanna, I am begging you. Don't go!" Chapter 2 Joe's Torment But I knew I was going. I slept on the couch that night, not feeling I had any right to sleep in my marriage bed. The kids thought I had just fallen asleep waiting for them to come home, which I had. But I remained there after they went to their rooms. I slept fitfully Friday just as I had on Thursday... with dreams (nightmares?) of long thick Black Cocks invading my body and filling my holes with their cum jism and sperm till I was awash in a sea of white creamy fluids. I awoke and found myself soaked in sweat and lying on the couch with the afghan kicked off and my nightgown on the floor. I was totally naked and both of my hands were between my legs. I felt a warm slick mess there and was aghast to realize I had masturbated myself to what must have been multiple orgasms in my sleep while I dreamed of Black Cock. Ashamed of myself I took a shower in the utility bath in the laundry room. The hot water felt good on my body... there was still a bit of stiffness in my legs and lower back from the positions I had been in two days ago. As the water coursed over me I began to touch myself as I soaped my body down... Big mistake! I was instantly hot with thoughts of Robert's beautiful Cock fucking my pussy and filling it with cum. I was in a reverie of mental fucking when I felt strong hands caressing my body... passionate lips kissing mine... a probing tongue entering my mouth. I threw my arms around my lover and pressed my soapy body to his... my full tits flattening against his hairy chest... my soapy mound pinning his hard erect phallus against his pubic bones. My eyes were clinched tightly shut... I wanted that big hard cock in me ... "Fuck me... give it to me... now," I gasped. I was lifted from my feet and laid on the floor of the bath... he maneuvered between my legs and I felt the head of his cock slide into my hungry cunt. "Oh yes, Fuck me, baby... give me that thing," I begged. He glided into me and his hands grabbed my ass and he lifted me to him. I arched my back to make it easier for his cock to penetrate my depths. He thrust quickly, rapidly even, his cock filling me with pleasure... his hands moving to my stomach and onto my tits as I kept my back arched my ass several inches off the floor as his cock nailed my pussy with a increased fury. His thumb centered on my clit rubbing it and making it hyper stimulated I was in ecstasy... I was cumming steadily... my juices flowing like a river from my pussy, my nipples pinched between his firm fingers... I couldn't believe how good his fucking me felt. It was wonderful... so truly pleasurable as wave after wave of orgasm racked my body only making me thrust my hips to meet his cock thrusting into me. "I love you Mary Deanna"... broke through my reverie and I opened my eyes to see Joe between my legs with a look of pure delight on his face as he gave me the best Fucking of our marriage. A Fucking that had caused me to cum repeated while his cock had pounded my hot wet cunt! "I love you too, Joe," I murmured. He started to say something but I put my fingers to his lips and said, "Don't talk. Just Fuck!" He renewed his hard cock assault upon my sopping love canal and I again closed my eyes just enjoying the feeling of sexual excitement and the building of another orgasm... it was wonderful... as the intensity of my climax built I began bucking my hips harder and harder against the downward ramming of his cock. I felt myself again go over the edge as his cock and thumb brought me to a new height of sexual release... I could feel my already dripping pussy gush with another river of my cum ... "OH YES," I screamed! "Fuck me Robert!" World War III broke out right there on my ass! "YOU FUCKING WHORE," Joe yelled! With that he slapped my face hard, stunning me with a brain-blinding flash. Joe had never hit me, never laid a hand on me in anger before in 15 years, and now he had hit me, nearly ripping my head off. "YOU COCKSUCKING NIGGER'S SLUT! All the time I thought I was a causing you to orgasm you were just thinking about that Black Bastard's Cock Fucking you," Joe furiously screamed at me! Joe's cock once so magnificently engorged with blood as it pounded into my puffy cunt lips, had instantly shrunken to insignificance. His balls shriveled up into their sack and couldn't be seen. But the rage on his face was frightening. I wondered if I was ever going to make it up off of the floor alive. If the proverbial "looks could kill" ever applied, it did right then and there. Joe's face was contorted with pain, humiliation, and a murderously maniacal look. He knelt there between my spread thighs as my cum still poured out of my open and now empty cunthole. His hands clenched and unclenched, as he poured forth an invective of hate. "COCKSUCKING, CUM SLURING, SLUT CUNT, WHITE BITCH NIGGER'S WHORE!" And those were the nice things he yelled at me. I prayed the noise wouldn't wake the children and cause them to investigate. I couldn't bear to have them see and hear their father degrading me so violently with words. He reached out and grabbed me by the neck and squeezed, I tried to resist but I couldn't, didn't have the strength. I felt my self losing consciousness. I remember my last thought was... he has killed me! I awoke with the sun in my eyes, still lying naked on the floor in the utility bath. It was almost 8am and I could hear the kids moving around upstairs. I said out loud, "Well he didn't kill me I see." Saturday morning was busy with the children and their sporting activities, soccer, morning after football practice. Joe was nowhere to be found. His car was missing, and the kids asked for him... I told them he was... out. I spent the afternoon in my room thinking about the coming night. I bathed and prepared my clothes. Not much to get ready in that department. One linen coat, one pair of silver sandal pumps, one pair of black thigh high nylons. I put on my makeup and was ready by 6PM. Per Robert's instructions I sat in my room, wearing the nylons and pumps. No coat. Just my jewelry - wedding and engagement rings, anniversary ring, diamond ear studs. And oh yes, the black velvet choker with cameo. Around 6:30 I heard his car pull up in the drive. I felt my stomach knot up in fear. Was he coming to finish what he had started earlier? I panicked... not knowing what to do... I locked the door and I started to dial 911, but I was so nervous I kept dropping the damn phone! "Mary Deanna... open the door," he said after finding it locked. His voice sounded normal, composed... should I, I thought? I put down the phone and walked over to the door and unlocked it and stood back, not knowing if I was going to die or ...? Joe walked in slowly, a sheepish look on his face, hurt in his eyes, a droop to his once proud shoulders, a droop that would last for a long time. "I, I, I, I'm sorry," he stammered. I am so sorry, Mary Deanna. Please, please forgive me." Then he was on his knees, tears streaming from his eyes, his a face again contorted but this time with remorse and shame from memory of how he had struck me. My heart melted. I walked over to him and held his head against my stomach, my breasts just resting on the top of his head. Joe cried for 10 minutes, holding on to me tightly, his hands digging into my ass cheeks. He begged me not to go see Robert. Pleaded mightily, offering his soul to stop me. I had never seen him so worn down and so broken in spirit. At 6:45 I told him I had to go and pushed him away, then put on my coat. I led him by the hand downstairs and out to my car, a vintage 1964 1/2 red Mustang convertible, fully restored. It wasn't really convertible weather, but I had my instructions. I opened the door and sat down starting the engine. As it warmed up, Joe looked at me with his pleading eyes, that were saying, Don't go. I put the car in gear and Joe grabbed my left hand. We both looked at each other then to my hand. His fingers were wrapped around mine covering them completely. Completely that is, except for the gap where the diamonds on my wedding and engagement rings forced his fingers apart. A rueful look came over my face and I said, "Will you be here when I come home?" "Yes," he softly whispered. "The children still need me." I accelerated away and the last thing I heard was... "Mary Deanna... please don't." Chapter 3 Monday At Work I didn't return home until Sunday night. I was dreading Monday and work, having to face Robert there after the events of the past few days. I prayed I could conceal from everyone there our new relationship. A forlorn hope I was to come to learn, but I still had it. At least work wouldn't be the freezer my home was when I returned Sunday at midnight. Joe was asleep in our bed and I went in he woke up looked at me and then rolled over and didn't say a word. I knew then my marriage was as dead as my Great Aunt Grace who died in 1953. I cried as I gathered up my nightgown and robe and went to bed on the couch. In the morning, I was up long before the kids, and had breakfast on when Joe came down. He asked me why I didn't come home Sunday morning like I said I would? I looked at him and just told him flatly, "I wanted to Fuck some more." He stared at me for a minute, me not knowing what was running through his mind behind those tortured eyes. Then he simply nodded and left for work. As he left I asked him what he told the children when I wasn't home Sunday for church (we always go to mass at 8am)? He said I told them you were staying with friends. It was my turn to nod and he was gone. I wondered if I would be allowed in the house when I returned from work? The kids came down and were happy to see me saying, "We missed you, mom where did you go?" I just told them I had visited with some friends and steered the talk to school and such. I had no desire for them to further question my weekend activities. I kissed and hugged them all and sent them off to school, feeling relief but wondering if I would ever see them again? I gathered up my things and left the house with mixed feelings. Was all of this worth what was happening to my marriage? Was Robert's Black Cock and the Fucking he gave me with it, worth all of this? The wetness I felt between my legs told me It may not be worth it, but it was definitely something I needed! I parked my car in my usual place and sat there, not going in. I was as nervous as a whore in church on Easter morning! My stomach was churning. But I didn't have butterflies flitting around in there. Nary a one! They were all hiding from the B-52's whizzing around! I walked over to the employee's door, stood there with my hand on the knob. Do I want to go in? I didn't! I spun on my heels and started to walk away, thinking I will quit and never see Robert again. Then reality caught hold. My marriage is over, Joe is going to kick my cheating slut ass out, today I'll bet. I will have to support myself so I NEED this job. I returned to the door, steeled myself for the eventual confrontation and entered. I placed my stuff in my desk, hung my coat on the rack and started working. My friend Sharon, who as later events would prove was my VERY BEST FRIEND, asked me if I was ok, as I seemed upset. I didn't lie as I said my stomach was not well. An understatement! For the next two hours I worked with my head on a swivel, looking frantically for Robert. I wanted to see him before he saw me! Robert is a claims adjuster and doesn't work in my office but comes through frequently. I took a break and met Sharon in the coffee room. We were sitting and I was chatting nervously, when Robert came up behind me and said, "Hello Sharon, Mrs. Benton." I jumped in my seat, surprised by his voice. I turned and mumbled something, and as I did Robert walked by and laid his hand on my shoulder, giving a slight, and hopefully un-noticed by Sharon, squeeze. He walked on saying, "Nice to see you ladies, Sharon, Mrs. Benton" Sharon looked at me with an incredulous look on her face. "Deanna Benton! You and Robert?" I turned a hot red as my face gave me away. I lowered my eyes and nodded. She reached out and touched my hand. She said we have to talk girl and said meet me for lunch. I nodded silently and was grateful for her obvious affection. At that time several others entered and made private talk impossible. I returned to my work and worked busily till noon, gathered my things and met Sharon at her car. She drove as I was in no condition to. Chapter 4 Sharon Learns It All We went to a restaurant that had secluded tables and she just said, "Spit it out girl!" I didn't know how to begin. Sharon said, "I know its hard. I KNOW what you are going through. Let me help you." I stared at her, with the implication of what she had just said going through my mind. "You. You and Robert, too," I stammered? She nodded yes and said, "Robert has been Fucking me for two years. I was his first conquest after he started working here. Now, tell me how it happened." I let it all gush out telling her how my husband had fantasized about me Fucking another man and then learning his real fantasy was me Fucking a Black man, and what I did to set it up. She found it interesting to hear me tell of it. Making me give all the details I related the story: Two weeks before my anniversary Robert again hit on me, asking me to go out to dinner with him. I started to refuse him, but Joe's fantasy flashed to mind and I thought Robert would do it. I know it. I told him ok, when? He said how about tonight, giving me a quizzical look, wondering why after two years and many refusals I was agreeing so readily? I told him I would tell my hubby I was going out with some girlfriends and would be late. After he walked off with a smile on his face I wondered why I did that? But, I then picked up the phone and called Joe at work and told him the lie. I met Robert in the parking lot by my car. He said he had always admired my car and said he'd drive. Taking my keys we got in and he drove off sedately, the wind blowing in our hair. He told me he was pleased I had agreed to have dinner with him but he didn't know why, just now, when I had refused him for so long. I found myself, unable to say why, but just stared at this tall very good looking Black man. Robert is about 6' 4", and about 210 pounds. His shoulders are broad and he is abut ten years younger than I. Close cropped hair, a bushy mustache, impeccably dressed, and politely mannered. "You want something. Don't you?" he said. His eyes bored into my soul. I was embarrassed. If eyes are windows to the soul then mine must have been like sliding glass doors. How did he know? Was he omniscient? I looked down then, worked up my courage and told him, "I want... I want... I want you t-to. I want you to Fuck me. There I said it!" I blurted out in a rush. He looked at me with those black eyes. "Perfect," he smiled. "But what would cause a very prim and proper Southern lady such as yourself, to want to have a lowly Nigger like me fuck her" he queried? I was embarrassed, I turned red, mortified was more the word. I told him he wasn't a nigger. He interrupted me and said that is unimportant. I want to know why Mrs. Benton, you want me to fuck you?" I noticed we were driving around town, apparently not going anywhere particular. I also saw people staring at us. I told him I had my reasons and if he wasn't interested to get out and I'd go home. He indicated he was interested alright. That was why he had been hitting on me. He wanted to fuck me alright. Very much so. He turned on to the old highway and went to an old motel out of town and stopped at the end unit. He walked to the door and looked at me still sitting in the car. I told him I didn't want him to do it tonight, but on the 7th. Saying we would talk it over inside, he opened the door and entered the room leaving the door open. I sat there for a minute or two thinking is this right, is this what I want to do, do I love my husband? I closed the door behind me and saw him sitting in a chair. The only chair in the room. I looked around at the interior of the room, a room I was to become very familiar with. Nothing special. It was clean, weird patterned drapes on the window, brown carpet, queen sized bed, bath with door, TV, nice new TV, wet bar. Robert motioned for me to sit on the bed and told me, "Now, why, Mrs. Benton, do you want me to Fuck you? Be truthful. Its always best for everyone involved," he intoned. I was impressed by his casual and very restrained manner. I had half expected to have to fight him off once I came inside. I stood there wondering what the was going to think and told him of Joe's fantasy. He nodded and said it was a common one among white men, wanting to see Black men Fuck their wives as they watch. He asked me if I thought Joe wanted to suck his cock either before or afterwards, another common thread. I said I had no clue of that, Joe was clearly not gay or even Bi. He asked me exactly what I wanted from him and I told him: Fuck me in all of my holes for Joe to watch. Use me as his sexual plaything and give me the thorough fucking I know Joe wants me to have. Robert asked if I wanted it videotaped or photographed. I told him I hadn't even thought of that. He said he had, and Joe would want it. He said it will take some choreography to set up the action... kinda like a script. We'd need to rehearse some. I said, "WHOA there! If you think I am going to fuck you in advance of my anniversary we'd better quit now." Robert intoned, "What you want will require advance planning and set up. We will have to practice the camera angles and a lot of other stuff. From what you told me you have never had your ass fucked and you do not like to suck cock. The first is easy to fix... the second... now to suck cock takes skill and the only way you get that is by sucking one. I think I can teach you enough in about five sessions to get by on the "BIG DAY!" Listening to him speak I realized he was right and I would have to go along with it like it or not. I said ok and what exactly do I have to do? But I made it very very clear I did not want, nor would I go along with any penetration of my vagina or anus before my husband witnessed it. Robert agreed, but with one proviso. Dildos don't count! And he also said, "One other thing, Mrs. Benton. I never use condoms." I considered his statement and simply said, "No condoms." "Why are you doing this," he inquired? "I know this is repulsive to you. I can see it in your eyes and on your face." I stood there some long minutes and finally replied, "I love him." It was answer Robert understood. "Take off your clothes Mrs. Benton," he ordered. We need to get moving on this, we only have two weeks and you need special tutoring." My mouth gaped open, when I heard him say take off your clothes, as casually as if he was ordering a glass of tea at a restaurant. He saw the look on my face and knew what was on my mind. "Mrs. Benton, I want you to understand one thing. I am not ever going to FORCE you to do ANYTHING you really do not want to do. What you do with me you do because you really WANT to do it. Its as simple as that. Now, Mrs. Benton, sooner or later you will have to let me see you Naked. The sooner you do, the easier it will be to prepare for the rest of what you want me to do," he spoke. I thought on the logic of his statement and had to agree, but I was not prepared to do it right now. My mind resisted. "You want to make your hubby's fantasy come true don't you?" he inquired. I nodded yes. "To do that you'll have to take off your clothes. If you want to fulfill that fantasy then, take off your clothes," he explained again. I was convinced by his logic and my body reacted... I could feel a tingling deep in my insides, as a thought formed in my mind. In a few minutes at the latest, I will be standing naked before only the second man who had seen me sans clothes. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it from my skirt. I started to kick off my shoes but didn't. I reached around and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I was undressing quickly, not trying to be sexy. Just efficient. I figured I had about 30 seconds of courage left in me and If it was going to get done, then I had better do it now. I tugged my slip off over my head, after removing my blouse. I stood there in my bra and panties... white if you need to know... my pumps and thigh high nylons, the kind with elastic at the top that stay up without a garter belt. I saw his approving gaze and knew I had to go for the gusto or chicken out right here. I turned around and undid my bra... it unhooked from the front and let it fall from my shoulders. Then I heard him murmur, "Nice ass." Taking a big gulp of air and really screwing up my courage, I turned around to face him. It took all of my remaining courage not to make one of those silly "September Morn" poses trying to hide my nakedness by covering by breasts and pubic mound. I stood there before him as he was seated in the chair five feet away. Totally Naked. Staring him in the eyes. His nostrils flared as he gazed at my naked body for what seemed like years, but was only a few seconds. "Very nice Mrs. Benton. VERY nice indeed," he commented with a smile spreading across his face. "You have lovely breasts... WE, you and I, must refer to them as TITS. And just look at that hirsute pussy... combined with a great pair of legs and a hot ass... my oh my! Lovely... yes, yes, just fucking lovely you are Mrs. Benton. I am certainly going to enjoy fucking you!" I was embarrassed, mortified, I cringed inside every time he used a vulgarism to refer to my body. Joe referred to my breasts as tits and even my pubic mound as my bush and my vagina as pussy. But he was my husband of nearly 15 years. He had the right to be a little crude. But this man... none. But, as I stood there exposed to his lustful glare and heard him speak his crude and descriptive language, a tingling that had begun earlier was now a fire. A small one but nonetheless, a fire in my loins. "You look very good in red Mrs. Benton," he said smilingly. I wondered what he meant. I was feeling hot... very hot and did not know why. "You are blushing all over, Mrs. Benton. I find that attractive in a white woman, and you are quite a woman. Your husband is very lucky to be able to bed you anytime he wishes. But he doesn't, does he? Bed you anytime he wants? You only let him fuck you when you want it. Don't you? Well, by the time I am finished, you will be wanting it... a lot." How can this man know my secrets? "You are really going to have to get used to me seeing you naked. So why don't you just walk around and describe what you see in here while I undress. I had started to do as he said... funny how he says something and I do it. I whirled around in fear and backed to a wall. He saw my reaction to his statement, and reassuringly said, "Remember Mrs. Benton, you will never be forced to do anything you really do not want to do. I am only going to help you learn what it is you want to do." He finished undressing and my eyes were drawn to his penis. I didn't want to look but I had to, I couldn't help not looking. It was not hard but it was still bigger, significantly bigger than my husband Joe's. He knew where my eyes were riveted and held himself up in his hand for me to see. "This is a Cock Mrs. Benton. My cock, with which you will become very well acquainted and if I am not mistaken, will come to want more than anything in the world." He smiled wickedly, as he spoke. "Look at it. Isn't it beautiful? All Black and semi-ready. Wouldn't you love to hold it to stroke it, to feel its as it comes to life?" I had to agree, it was everything and more of what he said. My fire was growing rapidly. I could feel the heat between my thighs grow. I did want to touch it... feel his cock grow, and harden as he thought about what he wanted to do with it. To Me! "You want to touch it, then do it," he exclaimed! He sat down on the edge of the bed and his cock was now at rigid attention, pointing toward the ceiling. Its Blackness was awesome. Coal Black... dark as the night and hard. I moved over to him and knelt on the floor before him. He spread his legs and I closed in a few more inches closer. "Look at it Mrs. Benton"... he was only calling me Mrs. Benton... why... he knew my name? "Look at it. Think about how it will feel in your hand... long, thick, rigid with life coursing through it. It just makes you want to touch it doesn't it?" It did. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to touch him. I felt my loins burning with desire. I wanted his cock. I felt an old familiar wetness between my thighs. My body began shaking with the first waves of my climax. My God I thought he has made me cum without even me touching myself between my legs! What kind of man is this? I reached out with my hand. "No, not that hand. Your left hand. Only use your left hand Mrs. Benton," he directed. My left hand took hold of his member, my fingers just barely reaching around. I looked at my hand on his big phallus, I felt his life blood pumping through it. I began to stroke slowly... to pump it up and down. My fingers caressing the purplish helmeted head, scraping the sensitive underside of the head. "I see you like my cock Mrs. Benton. You must or you wouldn't be cumming like you are," he said gently! I am pleased you like it because it also means you want to suck it. Don't you? You've always wanted to suck cock haven't you? But most of all you've wanted to suck a Black one. Think about it Mrs. Benton. Be brutally honest with yourself. Isn't this true?" I could only nod my head in agreement. I didn't know why but I did want to suck his cock. I knew it was also true I had always wanted to suck a Black one. "There is nothing here that will hurt you Mrs. Benton. Kiss the head of my cock. Feel the head penetrate your lips. Feel the helmet pass between your teeth... Suck on the head, wrap your lips around my cock Mrs. Benton, he motioned gently. Isn't the head in your mouth wonderful? Swirl your tongue around the head. Take a little more into your mouth. Let your tongue glide along its length. A hard cock in your mouth is good. You love it don't you?" I did as he said and it was as he said. It felt wonderful and I did love it as I licked and sucked and swirled my tongue around his cock. I tried to get as much of it into me as I could. I choked as it touched the back of my mouth, my gag reflex kicking in. I stroked him with my left hand as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my tongue swirling around the head, my mouth slavering over his cockhead, covering it with my saliva. I worked on his cock for what seemed like was an hour and I felt his scrotum tighten in my hands as I rolled his balls with my fingers. Without further warning his cock spewed forth a hot stream of gooey white liquid with a forcefulness that took me aback. I gagged as the load of jism splashed against the back of my mouth and the entrance to my throat. I pulled my head from his cock and received four more explosions of his cum in my face, up my nostrils, in my eyes and even my hair. "Uggghhh," I cried, tasting the slimy seminal fluid for my first time. Not liking it at all! Cum flowed out of the head of his cock running down the side of his shaft over my hand, coating my wedding rings on the 3rd finger in a layer of sperm! I looked up at him with cum dribbling form my mouth on to my chin and then onto my tits. My face was covered in cum, jism and sperm. "Mrs. Benton, you are beautiful. You're going to make a lovely Cock Sucker," Robert beamed! I was amazed at myself. I had just stripped myself Naked in front of him then played with his cock and then sucked him off, letting him cum in my mouth and on my face. I had never let my husband Joe cum in my mouth or on my face and I had only tried sucking his cock a couple of times... its was nasty I had thought. What was happening to me... my mind raced like a car at Indianapolis. I had done all of this and he hadn't even laid a hand on me yet and to top it off. I had cum just thinking about sucking his cock!!! Now, per his instructions, I was laying on the bed with my legs spread and he was on his knees with his face 6" from my pussy and he was talking about honesty and never cheating on my husband! He told me that if I was to always tell my Joe about every time I let anyone fuck me or at least to have him present when they did it to me. He said that way you are honest and open about your love of fucking. Of course, at that particular moment I wasn't thinking about how much I loved to fuck. I was trying to get over my mortification at having Robert closely inspecting my pussy. Why was I doing this I thought? How can this man have this power over me? He says it, I do it! Then Robert said that if I was to put on a good show for Joe, I would have to get used to being fucked in my ass too and he thought my tight little asshole would need some attention. He told me to raise my spread legs and grab my ankles, pulling them to my chest. This raised by ass and presented my brownie to him. He took a tube of KY jell... "What are you going to do," I asked him through my embarrassment? He told me he was going to fuck my ass, but not with his phallus, but with this, and he held up a long fairly thick black dildo with a handle on the end. "Oh, no!" I squealed. "You're not going to shove that up my ass!" Robert patiently went through the routine of asking me what I really wanted and in the end... my end got it. He placed the slicked up end of that latex cock at the opening of my ass and gently applied pressure. My tight little brownie resisted mightily but after he told me to relax and think of my end goal, it loosened up. As the sphincter relaxed, the head of the fake cock penetrated my virgin asshole and was soon buried about 1/3 in me. It was very tight and it hurt. I whimpered and cried in pain. I was told to think about my upcoming anniversary and how much Joe was going to like my present to him. The harder I concentrated on that, the less it hurt and soon Robert had the black latex cock fully ensconced in my ass and was sliding it slowly in and out, fucking me slowly. I kept thinking how does he do it? He has not laid a hand on me! And look at me doing this!!! What would Joe think of his prim and proper wife if he could see me now? I began to feel the cock gliding in my bung hole to be less frightening, to even start to feel good! In short order Robert began talking about how good it must feel and he intoned in a monotone way about it for several minutes, and in that time my body reacted unexpectedly. The fire in my groin had sparked to life again and I was warm, then hot, then burning up as he fucked my ass. I felt my juices begin to flow and Robert murmured his pleasure in seeing the black dildo glisten with my moisture. From that point it was only a few seconds before I was in the throes of a strong orgasm as my unbelieving mind recorded the fact that I was cumming while my ass was fucked by a piece of plastic!!! My moans were music to Robert's ears and his pleasure was clearly evident on his face. He was enjoying the shit out of this. As I lay there, Robert was providing me with instructions on how to overcome my prudish nature: from now on NEVER wear panties or bra outside of your home, preferably not even there; go naked at home whenever you can; when in public, unfasten an extra couple of buttons on your blouses... let men see those pretty tits of yours; wear shorter skirts... show more leg; start thinking and using explicit language, your vagina is now a pussy or cunt or snatch or twat or fuckhole, your breasts are tits or knockers or melons or jugs, your buttocks is your ass. he told me a long list of terminology and insisted I use it in talking to him. "Now Mrs. Benton," he said with a pleased look on his face, "we are going to prime that pretty pink pussy of yours for my cock." I worried what he had meant by that...? Robert removed the dildo from my ass and greased it up again with the ky jelly. I lay there still in my ass fucking position and thought to myself... that wasn't so bad. Could've been worse. He might not have used the jelly! Robert aimed the black latex cockhead on my slit and slid it up and down, exerting slight pressure on my puffy pussy lips. I knew I wanted it in me but the prim and proper wife I had been a few minutes ago, had it only been two hours?... recoiled with the thought of it fucking my cunt. Cunt... damn! The man is persuasive... now he has me talking dirty while I think! The head pressed home and it the cockhead impaled my cuntlips, entering my love canal. The slot behind the slit. It was big. Bigger than anything I had up in me before, except my children when they were born. It felt full, and filling, stretching me. As I drove home, I reviewed the events of the evening: I had let Robert talk me out of my clothes, into stroking and sucking his cock till he came in my mouth and on my face, let him ass and cunt fuck me with a big black dildo, start thinking and using in my normal conversation nasty and explicit talk, not to mention, I had climaxed at least five times maybe more in the past three hours, and still, even now, he had not put a hand on me. There still had been no skin to skin contact. The closest thing was when I had sucked his cock. He wiped the cum from the dildo and tasted my juices. The guy was a spellbinder! And to top it all of, the son-of-a-bitch got off without buying me dinner! For the next week everyday after work I would meet Robert at his motel room and upon arrival I would automatically strip naked and await his arrival. He and I would then go over the planned events of the fast approaching anniversary. We choreographed the camera angles, made sure I had enough film and videotapes, brought my husband's camcorder and 35mm SLR camera to the room and thoroughly discussed all possible reactions my husband Joe might have when confronted with what we had done. We made plans accordingly and on the big day I was to prepare myself for the nights activities at the motel room as Robert and I checked the plans one final time. We also "practiced" sucking cock. I would give Robert a blow job every day twice or three times an evening. He said it was only fair. He was giving me what I wanted, which was to please my husband. It was only right I give him something he wanted... to tide him over until "the moment of truth as it were"... namely a blow job, besides being a novice cocksucker! The week of my anniversary I took off as vacation. This was good because I had a very difficult time hiding my emotions and I didn't want anyone including my best friend Sharon to know what I had been up to. If I had been at work I am sure someone would have seen the tension between Robert and I and put two and two together. A side benefit was it gave me plenty of time to prepare for my first out of marriage Fucking. I was looking forward to it and was dreading it at the same time. I felt like I was two different persons caught up in one body. Of course, I was! By the time October 7 rolled around I had become quite comfortable being naked in Robert's presence and I had even learned to like sucking his cock! Will wonders never cease? When I woke up that morning I had butterflies and B-52's in my stomach again. I was nervous. I hoped my children and husband didn't notice. I had arranged for my kids to go to their grandparents after school so the house would be empty for my husband and I to party in upon our return from dinner. At least that was the story I told my parents when I asked them to take the kids. Joe went to work and I made sure everything was ready at home. By noon I had worked myself up into a frenzy. What the hell was I doing? Was I some kind of a nut? Was I crazy? What was this going to do to my marriage? I had no answers. I only knew one thing. I was afraid. I went to the motel by a round-about route as usual. Robert was there when I arrived at 3pm. I had brought everything I needed for the night. I would leave from here to meet Joe at his work at 7:00. I would get ready at the motel, bathe, apply my makeup, and dress, all in the presence of Robert, my soon to be new lover. As I did so he kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to go through with it. We had gone over this ground before and I assured him I did. He told me again and again over the past two weeks that I could back out at anytime. I told him I wanted to do it. I can tell you now, that I was very indecisive... I was afraid but my body overpowered my mind and made me do what I, what Robert and I had prepared. Just before I left to meet Joe, Robert stopped me at the door and told me to open it, which I did, and step through it to the walkway under the porch overhang. Again I did. Robert told me one more time that I did not have to go through with it. I had one more chance to call it off. I told him I was not going to do that. I had made up my mind. I told him I had come so far in so short a time. I was not going to chicken out. Of course, this is what I was telling him. Trying to act much more assured and confident than I was. In reality my knees were jello and I was unsure as hell. "Mary Deanna Benton, I want you to understand something. When you return and come back through this door, you will be naked. When you cross the threshold it will be too late to stop. There will be no stopping me then. Do you understand? It will have gone too far. I won't stop. If you enter this room again. Clothed or naked as planned, I am going to Fuck you. Neither you or your husband Joe, will stop me. If he likes the idea or not. If necessary, I will beat his ass and rape you! When you come in here... in all of your holes... your lovely ruby lipped mouth, your tight round ass and your hot married, white mother and wife Cunt... YOU WILL BE FUCKED!!!" "I understand, Robert," I said and left. The entire time I drove to Joe's work and during dinner I kept hearing those words over and over and over... You will be Fucked! Sharon had listened to the events unfold with rapt attention, not saying a word, just nodding her head as if to say, "Go on girlfriend." I continued on, indicating that brought us to dinner and I was trying heartily to not act nervous. Robert had wanted me to flash the Maitre 'D and any other patrons or employees I could. During dinner, unknown to Joe... I had unbuttoned the linen coat I was wearing and allowed the patron on the backside of Joe to see I was naked from the waist down. I was so excited I was sure Joe would notice. I just tried to keep a sweet look and smile on my face. Apparently I was successful, he never noticed or said anything until I told him later. I had the chance and when I came back from the ladies room I opened my coat and flashed the Maitre 'D and the wine steward. Both had amazed but happy smiles on their faces when I did that. They both came to the table and I was afraid they were going to say something to Joe about what I had just done, but they both just smiled at me and the steward poured more wine. The Maitre 'D mentioned to Joe something along the lines of, "Your wife is dressed beautifully, "Cest Man. I had Joe drive us to the motel, still unaware of what I had arranged for him. Once there I got out of the car and quasi-hid in the shadows while I unbuttoned my linen coat. Then I told him I was going to give him his Anniversary present and threw off my coat, stepping into the moonlight. Joe's breath was taken away when he saw me standing there totally naked save for my high heels and nylons and jewelry. I asked him if he wanted his gift and naturally he said yes, clearly expecting he was going to be screwing me shortly. I then cautioned him and made him promise on our wedding vows, that once we entered the room he was not to interfere, or try to stop what was about to take place. He was confused but he promised and I moved to the door, opening it and waited a second, knowing full well this was the decisive moment. I could still back out, call it off. I knew my marriage would not ever, ever be the same once I stepped across that threshold. Robert's words rung loudly in my brain... "YOU WILL BE FUCKED!" I looked at my husband, asked him if he was coming then stepped through the door. The rest as we say is history. Robert came out on cue and began fondling me, then he forced me to my knees and made me suck his cock in front of Joe. He really did a number on me though. He rammed his whole cock down my throat and face fucked me, cumming in my mouth and throat. He came so much he almost drowned me! When he was finished I had cum all over my face, in my eyes and ears, in my hair, dribbling down onto my tits, all over my hands. I looked at my cum covered hands. My engagement, wedding and anniversary rings were dripping with Robert's cum and jism. The rings Joe had put on my fingers himself 15 years ago and tonight too. Before Robert came in on cue I had had Joe strip too. I didn't want him to be dressed while I and Robert were naked and fucking. I couldn't believe it, I looked at Joe standing naked with a king-size hard on. I knew he liked what he had just seen and more was to cum! I had wondered about Joe when he had said he loved me, but I saw something in his eyes I was unsure of. I wondered how he was really handling this? Robert wanted me back and I pressed my body against him and we kissed a lot. He felt me up and fingered my pussy. I was so hot he made me cum several times just standing there being French kissed and having my pussy and clit manipulated. I was weak kneed and laid on the bed and spread my legs for Robert. A practiced move like most everything else we had done and were going to do, so the video camera we had set up could get good shots of the action. I was quite comfortable with the "show" so far and when I lay on the bed... I could honestly say I really was enjoying myself and wanted Robert to Fuck me. First he ate my pussy like it had never been eaten before and again I climaxed... several times. It was at this point that Robert indicated he was ready to Fuck me. I had Joe come over to us and made him ask Robert to Fuck me. He actually did it! I was astounded!! Robert said he would but I really doubted it until I heard Joe say the words. Robert and Joe had taken an instant dislike for each other and it is a significant sign of how much Joe wanted this to happen, for him to literally ask Robert to Fuck me. And Robert DID Fuck me. Without wasting anytime I was being fucked hard fast and deep and I asked Joe if this was what he had dreamed about. Joe said it was and professed love for me, but I could see something behind his eyes wasn't right. Robert fucked me in the ass then again in my pussy and shot loads of cum in both. I was in heaven. I had no idea how good a really good fuck was! Until now. I loved every bit of it and every inch of Robert's beautiful Black Cock. I couldn't get enough of it. We were laying there and Robert was still in me and I happened to look at my husband Joe. I thought there is my husband. He has just seen his wife of 15 years get fucked in her mouth, ass and cunt. He is standing there, Naked... I saw cum dripping from his cock and saw a large satin on the floor near him. I realized he must have cum heavily for that much to puddle. He is really turned on about this. My husband... gave his wife to this Black Stud to fuck! And fuck me he did. So very very well. I knew I had to have more... tonight. I looked at Robert and then back to Joe and back to Robert and back to Joe. A weird totally far out, and very unconventional thought sprang to the forefront of my consciousness. Looking at Joe, I thought, Joe is my husband, and Robert, this gorgeous hunk of Black Stud... so snuggly tight with his cock buried deep in my cunt soaking in our combined juices and cum... is... is my man. And I am his Woman! I am Joe's wife, but I am Robert's Woman!!! I tried to express this thought to Joe and make him understand how it was. I loved Joe. I truly, truly loved Joe. He was the father of my children. I was his wife, his very loving wife. Hadn't I just proved that? Proved that by allowing Robert to Fuck me in all of my virgin holes while he watched and photographed and even videotaped me? Hadn't I? I saw Joe wasn't buying into it. He said he was, but the look in his eyes was clear disbelief. Now Robert he did buy into it and he did believe it. I had also proven that to him too. I had proven to both of them with the same acts, but one was accepting it, the other wasn't. I then really really knew my married life was in for some very rocky ground. I didn't bore Sharon with vibrant descriptions of my sexual ecstasies. She knew! I could tell in her eyes she knew. I did tell her how Robert and Joe had had a minor struggle fighting over me and that I knew Robert had let Joe win the point. I even was able to get Joe to thank Robert for Fucking me!!! But Robert won the round by making me promise to meet him on Saturday and spend the night with him, without Joe. Sharon's eyes really raised at that! I told her of the ride home and going to bed unfucked by Joe. The first time on any of our anniversaries he didn't fuck me! I related the scene when he came home and of our strained relationship and trying to appear normal to the kids. She wanted to know about Saturday! I told her quickly I had spent not only Saturday night but all day Sunday and most of Sunday night till midnight with Robert without coming home after I left on Saturday. She was impressed with my description of the fucking in the utility bath and the subsequent scene with Joe. Episode 3 Mary Deanna's Halloween Fuck Chapter 1 Wednesday Dinner I have been fucking Robert for a little over two months now. Two of the most sexually wonderful and satisfying months of my life. What had started out in my mind, and I am sure in Joe's, was a one night stand, but the best laid plans of mice and men... well... now, I am getting fucked by Robert at least two nights a week, usually Wednesday and either a Friday or a Saturday. I am also getting it on at least one night by my husband. Sexually, I am satisfied, pleased with the fucking I am getting, even the one I get from my husband which, before Robert, had been uninspiring, but was now much more energetic and inventive. Competition does have an effect. It is almost Christmas and the relationship I have with my husband Joe is strained, even if he is fucking me on a weekly basis, there is the problem of our weekly Wednesday dinner with Robert at our house. Let me regress a bit. My first "date" with Robert and without my husband, Joe, was the Saturday after My Anniversary Fuck, as Robert refers to it. I spent the night and the next day till midnight with him, fucking a large portion of the time. But not all. We did spend a lot of time just talking between sexual bouts. Talking about everything in my life... Robert was becoming an expert on me and my life. Just before I left to return home, Robert told me he wanted to meet the rest of my family... my children, and see my home. He told me to have Joe call him and invite him over for dinner on the following Wednesday, the 14th. Which was exactly one week after My Anniversary Fuck. Joe would have none of it! He told me he didn't want Robert coming into our house in no uncertain terms. I was finally able to convince him to make the call. I was there and Joe dialed up the number and when Robert answered Joe just said, "You're invited to dinner, Wednesday, our house 7:00 PM." No lead in or nothing no small talk. I didn't realize Joe had nothing he wanted to say to Robert other than... "Stop Fucking My Wife!" Robert arrived promptly at 7:00 Pm and per his instructions I sent Joe to let him in... make small talk... get drinks... etc. while I was busy in the kitchen fixing dinner. Joe was not having a good time, but when I came out I could tell Robert was. He was enjoying Joe's state of barely concealed anger, confusion and disbelief that his wife's young Black lover was in his home and was an INVITED guest. Dinner was not a smooth thing. The kids were home as instructed and they knew something was not right. Robert made no advances towards me, no innuendoes, no improper touching. Everything was so above board it was almost sterile. By 8:00 dinner was over and the kids were on their way to visit with some friends. The house was ours for about the next two hours. I was sitting on the couch next to Robert when Joe came back in from seeing the kids off. Robert had his arms around me and I was leaning back into his chest. Robert's hands were fondling my tits and my head was tilted back, my skirt up around my upper thighs as I had hiked it upper Roberts request. I wasn't wearing any panties or bra, again at Robert's orders. Robert was looking at Joe who was looking at Robert feeling me up. My husband told Robert he'd "appreciate his keeping his hands off of my wife." Robert answered him by suggesting that we let me decide if I wanted them there or not. Joe looked at me and seeing I was obviously enjoying Robert's caresses just said that it was clear the deck was stacked against him any way so why bother. Good thinking Joe. I felt bad for him looking at us... we began to kiss and neck and in a few minutes we were both naked on the couch and I was sucking on Robert's Cock... delicious! Joe sat there and watched but didn't watch. He didn't pretend to ignore us... just focused his eyes somewhere else. I was getting real hot and wanted Robert to fuck me right there on the couch, but he said no, not yet and told me to take him to our bedroom. I led Robert upstairs and into our bedroom, with Joe following like a puppy... after picking up all of our clothes. He didn't want the kids to see them if they came home early. Joe objected as I pulled down the covers and made the bed ready for sex. There was a real deeply pained look in my husband's eyes when he realized Robert was going to fuck his wife in our marriage bed, in the very bed where all three of our children had been conceived. I KNEW what he was thinking, as I was thinking the exact same thing. A part of me rebelled at the idea. But another part, a stronger part wanted me to be fucked in this bed... and to have my husband Joe witness it. I walked over to Joe took his face in my hands and kissed him softly and gently on his lips and told him I was his wife and loved him. He quickly replied... "my wife... but not my woman... anymore?" I lowered my eyes and shook my head no... not anymore, and then rejoined Robert in our bed. For the next two hours Robert and I passionately fucked ourselves silly. I sucked his cock, he ate my pussy, he fucked me in my pussy my mouth and my ass. He deposited two loads in me within 20 minutes. He was not pacing himself... he gave it to me furiously and I took it wantonly, screaming in delight whenever he brought me to orgasm with his mouth, fingers or cock. Of course this was often. It was good the kids were out of the house. There was no way they wouldn't have heard me. My children came home at 10:30ish and went directly to bed. Joe met them and told them I was already asleep. At that exact moment he was telling them... I was straddling Robert and riding his cock slowly... quietly, as not to let on to the children that their mother was whoring for a Black man in her own bed, in her own house. Joe came in and watched us for a while then lay down on the floor wrapped up in a blanket and tried to ignore us. Fat chance that! Robert and I fucked way into the night... resting then fucking then sleeping then fucking. Joe awoke(?) at 6:00 in the morning, showered and started fixing breakfast for the kids. Robert and I slept in till after they had gone. Then we fucked again and Robert filled my pussy for the 5th time. Just as Robert finished depositing his latest load in me Joe came in. I was laying on the bed on my back totally naked with my legs spread obscenely, giving an unobstructed view of my freshly fucked quim with Robert's seed oozing from between my labia. Joe looked at me on the bed and Robert standing near me and shook his head and then said, "Mary Deanna, look at yourself. Here you are in our bed, your cunt spilling his cum from it and you have no shame for the fucking you've done all night. YOU are a whore!" Robert spoke sharply, "Well, Joe, if Deanna is a whore, then its your fault. You made her what she is." Joe rebutted, "How in the fuck do you figure I am responsible?" Robert said, "If you hadn't let your wife know of your secret desire for her to fuck a Black guy, she never would have. But because of the love she had for you she did, and now she has found out she likes it. That's good for her and bad for you. And now you're pissed. Tough shit Joe. I don't like you and it makes me feel good to know I have taken your woman from you. That's right, Deanna is my woman now. She may be legally your wife, but she is MY woman." Joe looked balefully from Robert to me... I lowered my eyes not being able to look him in the face. Robert continued, "See Joe, she can't lie to you. She's my woman and she knows it. I took her Joe. I took her from you with these"... and he held out his hands... "and these"... pointing to his lips and tongue... "and these"... he grabbed his cock and balls. I took her by fucking her better than you ever did. I took her by giving her what YOU can't give her... a Big Black Cock! I've only fucked your wife on three different occasions, but in those three I have done more with her, she has given me her body in more ways than she ever gave it to you, I have fucked her better than you have done in fifteen years of marriage. She's my woman now because I took her by the Right of CONQUEST. Isn't that right Deanna?" I looked at Robert and Joe then nodded and said, "Yes Robert I am your woman now." Joe was seething with anger, he was barely holding it in... I was afraid he would go over the top, loose all control because of the harsh way Robert was treating him. I thought of the gun Joe kept in his closet, just a few feet away. Robert then spoke of how it was clear I had chosen him as her lover and was going to fuck him in her own home in her own bed, even when her children were there. I lowered my eyes in shame at Joe's glaring look. Robert said new arrangements must be made. The 2 for 1 was out, and he felt every Wednesday he should come for dinner and then fuck me in our bed. Robert told him if he wanted to watch or not, it was up to him, he could even join in if he wanted... but then he changed his mind saying it was better Joe watched and videotaped us fucking. Robert further described our new situation as that on either Friday or Saturday... sometimes both... I would go out with him somewhere. Needless to say, I liked the idea and Joe hated it. He told Joe to think on it and call him at work when he had decided to accept. Joe said what if he doesn't accept? Joe was told he would accept, because even though his mind rejected this situation, his body was loving it. Robert said think on it... even though you hate me fucking Deanna, your cock is hard when I do. You like it alright. Your mind is just fucking with you. Robert told him besides, he had no choice, as I had already accepted the new arrangement! Robert then told Joe he had better run along to work and if he was wondering, he and I had arranged for us to miss work that morning and we would be doing a little more fucking while Joe was gone. He asked me if that was right and I was unable to look my husband in the eyes and simply nodded yes. After Joe had left, I asked Robert if he thought he was handling Joe a little too roughly, as Joe was a proud man and he was really rubbing his nose into it? Robert thought about it a bit and said he didn't think so. He knew Joe was having a hard time handling this but he thought Joe was more resilient than I thought. Robert said, "Joe has to get over his pride and ownership of you Deanna. If he loves you as much as I think he does. Then he'll come around, if not... well ..." Chapter 2 Halloween Joe and I didn't talk a lot for the next three weeks... just enough to conduct family business. On Friday and Saturday nights I was "dating" Robert and fucking him at home in our bed on Wednesday. Our kids wondered why Robert came over on each Wednesday and we just said there was "business" to conduct between us... not so much of a lie if you think on it. They KNEW there was more to it than that... but we kept the truth from them. Joe was impassive on our Wednesday night romps. He dutifully videotaped Robert and I fucking. We made him do it naked, and we saw his cock was rigid hard. The tell-tale sign that he really liked what was happening even if his mind would not admit it. Robert stayed the night each time and I had arranged to miss the morning work, not being due in till 1:00 PM. I had asked Robert to be discreet around the office and he was as good as gold on his word, not making any improper references, touching, etc. I was thankful. For the part of me that was still thinking in conventional terms did not want everyone to know I was fucking Robert twice a week. There were enough people who already knew. I did not need anyone at work other than Sharon to be in on my secret. Of course that was doomed from the beginning, but I was trying to stave it off for as long as I could. On our "dates" Robert would take me to his favorite Black bar and show me off to his friends... it was clear to all I was his new "whore" as that was the way his friends referred to me. Afterwards he would take me to the motel and fuck me all night and into the next day... sometimes I wouldn't come home till Sunday afternoon or even later. I realized I was addicted to Robert's Black Cock. I HAD to have it and would do anything to get it... I was to learn how far I would go very quickly. On Halloween night, a Saturday, I was with Robert as usual and he told me we were going to a party at a private home. I had been told to dress in a costume... he was the Devil. How appropriate I thought... I was told to dress as an angel. Robert gave me my costume which he had purchased. It consisted of a very thin and quite revealing white negligee with a pair of wings on the back and a golden halo resting on my head, and silver high heels on my feet. I told Robert I couldn't go in public wearing this, as it showed everything... I was almost nude in it. He told me I WOULD wear it because if I didn't, I could forget ever getting any more of the cock he knew I loved so much! I looked at him and cried because I knew I was beaten. I would do anything he asked just so he kept on fucking me. When I walked into the home there were only Black people there... no whites, no Hispanics, no Asians. There were a few Black women, most very pretty. Everyone had some kind of costume on... even if it was only a mask. No one was dressed scantily... only me. It was clear I was "on display." I was embarrassed and blushing all over, they all were making lewd comments about me and talking about fucking me. I was scared silly. I clung to the only familiar thing I knew... Robert. For about an hour there was nothing but talk, then Robert led me into the bedroom and told me to undress. I did as he asked even though the door was wide open. I asked him if he was going to fuck me now... here? He said I was going to be fucked but not by him. I stepped back with my hand to my mouth... I knew what he had in mind... but I was so aghast at the prospect. I asked him, what he meant... knowing full well what his answer was going to be. "Deanna, I think it is time you found out what it was like to be fucked by more than one man at the same time. I have arranged for you to fuck some friends of mine. I am sure you will enjoy it, if... IF... you let yourself. You will have to forget your long held thoughts on this and just enjoy the pleasures of multiple cocks in you." I told him, "Robert please don't make me do this... please. I beg of you." He told me he wouldn't dream of forcing me to do it. I had the right to refuse and if I asked he would take me home immediately. But if I did, I wouldn't ever get another inch of his cock again! I looked at him and told him I couldn't believe he was doing this to me... I told him, I was "his woman" and didn't that mean anything to him? He said he was glad I was his woman and if I was his woman then I will do as I am asked if I wanted any more of his cock. Tears streamed down my face as I begged him again to just take me to the motel and fuck me. He said I will fuck you as much as you want... after. I knew I was beaten, I couldn't resist him. I meekly asked him where this was to happen and who would see it? Robert said right here in this room and only those actually fucking me would see it... well except for the two would be videotaping it. I shrunk... withered inside... thinking two men are going to videotape me getting fucked. Robert finally said... "Well? What's it going to be Deanna?" I wiped my eyes and tried to standup straight, but I was shaking with nervousness when I told him, "Lets get it over with." Two pretty Black women immediately walked in with two camcorders... they had obviously been listening from the hall. They were followed by two naked men who stood beside me. Their cocks were hanging semi soft and were as Black as coal. The girls started the videos and Robert narrated, introducing me by my real name, saying who I was married to and telling the camera that I was going to get my first gang bang fucking. At this the two guys began touching me and fondling my breasts and groping my ass and running their hands between my legs. I was really afraid. I had never had more than one man doing me and this was so unreal... so frightening, but so very erotic! I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about being fucked by these men. I tried to will myself to relax... but I was very tense. They put me on the bed on all fours and one stood in front of me and stuck his cock in front of my face... I opened my mouth and he fed his shaft between my lips. The second one put his face against my wet quim and licked and tongued and fingered me. Part of me didn't want to acknowledge this was happening... but my body responded as the pussy-licker began to excite me. I began sucking the guy's cock in earnest and was finding it very pleasant to have a cock in my mouth as a tongue penetrated my pussy. Robert told me to enjoy and walked out of the room. I began to panic... I wanted him here... he was my link... my safety blanket. I felt a hard cock pressing against my labia and felt it cleave them and slip in me slowly... I gasped involuntarily. I was being fucked! My new lovers fucked me with little technique but lots of stamina and desire. I on the other hand became very aroused as my inhibition against two sex partners crumbled. I started enjoying the feeling and thought, "This is not so bad... in fact its pretty good." I put more effort into sucking the cock in my mouth and was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cum. No sooner had he pulled out than a new cock was offered to my mouth... I felt the cock fucking me let go and shoot sperm in my pussy. It was rapidly replaced by another new cock. I was not aware that Robert was sending new men in as soon as one blew his load in me. Finally, I was so wrapped up in sucking cock and being fucked Dog style that I lost count and reference to when new cock entered me... until. Until a nasty voice spoke in my ear. "Hello, Mrs. Benton. You don't know me, but your husband does. He got me fired. But I am getting even now... I am fucking his 'devoted and proper wife', and he doesn't even know. But he will! For what seemed like hours I was fucked dog style... missionary... me on top... every which way. I couldn't keep track of how many men fucked me... I only knew I was getting royally fucked. I was hot, turned on with the idea of so many men fucking me. I came many times... sometimes screaming... sometimes whimpering... sometimes I talked hot and nasty when they did... other times I said nothing. I only knew I was thoroughly enjoying my gangbang, and the only thing that would make it better was for Robert to fuck me. But he didn't... yet I remember riding one particular cock... long, maybe 10+ inches and thicker than Roberts. Each time I came down on it I could feel it press against my cervix. I thought when he comes in me... there is no way I cannot help but get pregnant, as he will be planting his sperm right where it needs to be for conception! I shook with another orgasm as I thought of being pregnant with his Black Baby. I was sure Joe would kill me! As the fucking got hotter I felt a third pair of hands touching me... I knew I had a 3rd lover and prayed it was Robert. It wasn't. I was straddling a well hung Black guy when #3 touched me every where and eventually moved behind me and shoved his ebony phallus against my asshole. Now I was nearing sensory overload... I had a cock in my mouth fucking me wildly... another in my pussy and a third trying to enter my ass. My asshole screamed in pain as this huge cock penetrated my sphincter and entered my bowels. Through the erotic fog, I realized I was the recipient of a triple penetration! I screamed as loudly as I could... with a big dick in my mouth... "God Yes! Fuck me, it feels so Good!!! Through the course of the evening I had been fucked by 12 men... Robert later informed me, each had cum in me multiple times... all of my holes had been well used, and I had submitted to three triple penetrations. Robert said he was surprised but not so very surprised at my capacity for sexual fulfillment. He stood me in front of a mirror. I had rashes all over me from my body being used by so many men... my vulva was swollen and bright red, I had cum -jism semen and sperm everywhere... in my mouth on my face, in my hair, on my eyes and in my ears. My pubic hair was soaked and matted with it... my pussy and ass both dripped with the loads of 12 men oozing forth. And I had the glow that only a very well and thoroughly fucked woman had. Robert was very pleased. He led me out to the car with my angel costume in my hands... saying it was time for me to be returned to my husband. He dropped me off at the curb and told me to get out... it was 3:00 AM... I didn't think anyone would be seeing me. I walked up to my home and the door opened and I went in to my husband Joe... newly gang banged... and strangely... proud of it! Joe took one look at me holding my "angel" costume in my hands wearing only my shoes, and I could see in his eyes that he knew what I had done. How could he not? I was a real mess. He just asked, "How many?" I was embarrassed. I didn't want to tell him. "3, 4, 6, a dozen he asked? I nodded finally and he said, "12 men fucked you tonight Mary Deanna?" I whispered, "Yes." "All Black, unprotected" he asked? I again whispered, "Yes." He had the most terrible look in his eyes... the most pain I had ever seen until then. "Why? Why would you let something like that happen?" he inquired hotly. "I wanted it," that's why Joe. Its as simple as that. I wanted it" Joe looked at me with what I saw as undisguised revulsion. "You Fucking Whore! You let 12 of those Black Bastards fuck you and you have the temerity to come home to me and your children with their cum still in, and on you? You Fucking Nigger's Slut, get out of my sight!" The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 19