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Phoenix Debris Snatchers
by Thane KlenS (address withheld)

***

A man tells of his ventures with his voluptuous swinger 
Indian wife who likes to seduce and be taken advantage 
of by young boys at Comic Con and Anime Festival 
conventions in her cosplay outfit. (Fm, underage, wife-
exh, husb-voy, rough, intr, cuck, indian)

***

Author Note: The following is a fictional story based on 
real events

***

Part 1

You could hear the calming whispers of the air passing 
by our windows, exhaling into our mouths, my wife's in 
particular. The October birds and plants were abound on 
either sides of the road, and the ominous blue and 
purple hue of the sunset was painted across the waking 
starry night sky. The gentle tapping of jeweled earrings 
against my wife's ears as she rested her head against 
the window now only opened half way. Her red velvet lips 
reflecting highlights of white skylight, and her face 
lit by the fading sun. You could just smell the pure 
intoxicating aroma of plants, grass, leaves, trees, 
passing through our windows in combination with strong, 
high class, perfume of an exotic and gorgeous woman, as 
we became a wisp sound in the distance.

The road seemed unnaturally clear and straight, leading 
us in the direction of the new location of the Comic and 
Anime convention. I, personally, had only indulged in 
comics and anime when I was a kid in high school and 
college. My wife, on the other hand, had savored the 
nostalgia for a special weekend that came once every 
year: the convention.

The Year: 20XX

The Place: Manhattan, NY, USA

My wife, a real woman of her own right, had tailored and 
fitted her own Jean Grey costume as the Phoenix from X-
Men. Most men and women would inquire about her physique 
and fitness upon first glance, but her true strength is 
in her charm and charisma. She walks with dignity and 
acquainted majesty along with seductive and almost 
conciliated flirtatious magma. She is an older woman, I 
will say she is under the age of 40, and always dresses 
and carries herself with the weight of a true female; 
confidence and dripping with carnal tastes. 

She does not think of herself in regards to her age, she 
acknowledges she is a woman and she has an understanding 
that she can apply herself to get what she wants in 
life. Being Indian by nature and tradition (right down 
to the lingering accent) has made her an exotic fruit in 
the states. Most call her "busty." Unlike the 
stereotype, she takes care of herself in every sense: 
She uses expensive and professional creams and 
moisturizers and the latest cosmetics and makeup. 

She shaves in all the right areas, down and around. She 
smells intoxicating on every smooth lightly tanned 
surface on her body, and her figure, despite her 
motorcycle accident last year, has been kept fit and 
curvaceous. Her breasts, although larger than her 
cosplay character's, fit her figure nicely, though she 
has at times needed to use a back and waist strap for 
support while at home. Many times while in the city of 
New York we've encountered barrages of wandering hands, 
some more forward than others, approach and wander the 
curves of her bottom. 

I have to admit even I find her irresistible at times 
when I see her unbuttoning her work dress or when she 
unzips her outfits. There is a subtlety to her 
disposition; the way she walks, stands, holds and 
touches things all relay back to me as erotic. She knows 
how much of a woman she is and she knows that any man of 
any age will try to get a chance to be with her. That's 
why she likes the more fun challenge of young "nerds."

We are in the car, already late to the convention, but 
for good reason. We had decided to check out the local 
bars around in case we wanted to head over after the 
con, and she, being the opportunist she is, found 
sanctuary in the firm grip of the bouncer to an 
exclusive club in the neighborhood on her firm ass. 

She manipulated him easily into getting us on the VIP 
list for the exclusive club the weekend, and as a thank 
you gift she pressed her tight but voluptuously and 
curvaceously plump body against his tight buff bouncer 
body along with a long and seductive kiss that would 
make a man's heart, along with his pants, go hard. As 
they pulled their lips apart from the wet pressure of 
the kiss my wife exhaled in deep breaths. 

Adding to her sly seductive look in her eyes as she 
walked away from him she elegantly licked her bottom lip 
with the tip of her tongue and swung her long black 
glamorous hair back as she took my hand and I led us out 
to the car. Before I unlocked the car I pulled out a 
pack of cigarettes, lit one, and inhaled calmly and 
patiently. The warm toxic smoke snaked down my throat 
into my lungs and warmed my chest. 

As I exhaled I could feel the dispersing heat of my 
breath into the colder night air against my lips. I 
couldn't help but grin as I catered to myself in that 
moment of post-pleasure. I turned and saw a look of 
bereavement on my wife's face with modest puppy dog 
eyes. I handed her the cigarette and she began a similar 
routine as I had. Though she does not actively smoke 
cigarettes, if the occasion calls for it she will from 
time to time politely ask for one to embrace a higher 
level of a naturally pleasing moment. 

You could see the reflection of the cigarette's flame on 
her lips as she limply held the fag with both lips. When 
she was done she discretely slid the tip of her tongue 
around the curvature of the back of the cigarette in her 
mouth and then flicked it with her wrist onto the 
ground. I unlocked the doors and we got back in the car. 
In the car she changed into her costume, whereas before 
she had been wearing a black and red elegant 
dinner/dancing dress, slightly more high class than the 
bar was accustomed to.

My wife began undressing herself at a relaxed pace. Her 
physical movements and flashing glances let me know she 
was hungry. For the record I, too, am very well kept. I 
am clean and trimmed usually in the right places and I 
do not, as most white men and women think, "smell like 
curry" or smell of anything less than alpha male prowess 
and expensive cologne. I may not have as smooth of skin 
as my wife, but I do have, also contrary to the 
stereotype, a thick and large meat hidden away in my 
pants. My wife may fondle with other men, but she 
worships my body, and especially my thick cock. If she 
had an Achilles heel it would be my dick. 

She has some fascination with it in that she can only 
have it when I let her, but anyone else in the world 
would let her have theirs in an instant. My wife begins 
to take off her undershirt when she bites her lip and I 
look back at the road with one hand on the wheel and the 
other on her leg. I feel her hand, her elongated 
fingernails painted green for the occasion, stretch out 
and scratch against my pants on my leg moving closer to 
the center of my lap. I glance at her from the corner of 
my eye and see that coy and needy look on her face as 
her eyes are bolted onto the bulge in my pants. Her hand 
continues to wander.

You could hear the buzzing of night insects like 
grasshoppers and dragon flies, and the same natural, 
green, Eden-like scent pass through your face and hair 
as the car continued on its route to the con. I realized 
at some point my wife had undone my belt and zipper, 
opening a way to the thick fun meat stick she wanted so 
badly. Her anticipation was almost too much, as was 
mine. I took her by the hair, holding her head with my 
hand, and forced her head onto my lap. Our car is 
spacious enough that she can lay on her side with her 
chest and head mostly facing upwards in my lap and not 
be uncomfortable. 

She pulled my cock out of my pants with her tongue alone 
and wrapped her tongue around the very tip. With her 
body so close now I could smell the strong aroma of her 
perfume and it was even more arousing. My wife, a light 
skinned Indian woman mind you, was now giggling right 
below me in my lap, smiling with a genuine look of 
naughty playfulness, with my cock growing inside her 
mouth. Her tongue writhed into my foreskin while still 
inside her mouth and she sucked on my cock while she 
licked at it from within the foreskin. 

She put her hand into my pants and began holding and 
playing with my sack while she continued to deep throat 
my cock as I drove us to the Comic and Anime Convention. 
I tried to pay attention to the road but I was too 
overly excited to pass on looking her over. She was a 
beautiful sight, being so engulfed in having my cock and 
balls, as hairy as they were so close to her mouth and 
body. Her breasts were so close to my cock, and 
unfortunately I had not shaved my pubic region in a 
while due to forgetfulness, that the hair around my cock 
was being pressed between the back of her wrist and her 
cleavage. 

Her undershirt, basically a white tank top, was showing 
her now erect nipples on her fantastic breasts. I held 
her face down on my cock, feeling her wet and made up 
lips and face meet my body's skin, her nose and eyes 
being pressed against my skin just under my bellybutton, 
pulling her hair tight around her head and forcing her 
to go down hard as my cock entered the entirety of her 
throat. 

One of her hands was pinching her nipple and sliding 
back and forth across her cleavage and chest, even 
twirling my pubic hair at times, the other explored my 
balls, rolling her fingers around and between them, 
feeling underneath them and between my balls and my leg, 
exploring every part of my body in my pants out of pure 
worship to my subjection. When I thought she had been 
down there long enough I pulled her head back by her 
hair and she spewed out my cock, without spilling a drop 
of saliva or pre-cum, gasping greatly for air to breath. 

I pinched one of her nipples to play with her now overly 
sensitive body and she dully, almost in like a drunken 
stupor, flicked my hand away after I had already pinched 
her. She had drooled a bit on her chest, slippery drips 
of pre-cum and saliva sliding in between her breasts. To 
preserve the dryness of her clothing she wiped all the 
white fluid into her skin as if it were a daily skin 
regiment.

My wife is very good with her body and features, and it 
is that mastery of beauty that allows her to do such 
filthy things with me and still look dashing afterwards. 
By the time we arrived at the convention she had cleaned 
her hair and makeup up and was fully dressed in her 
costume. We pulled up to the parking lot and I opened my 
door, walked to the other side, and held her hand up as 
I led her out of the car. 

With such a tight costume her ass and tits, in complete 
form, were visible to everyone around her. A mother 
across the street, walking her child to the convention, 
covered her son's eyes and led him at faster pace inside 
the convention center. The building itself was huge, and 
I knew my wife would get many great stares and touches 
from people all around. I knew by her walk, reminiscent 
of a runway type walk, stepping almost one foot in front 
of the next that she was fully confident in her body and 
what would happen during the day.

As we passed large crowds of people who had regular 
passes we saw many eyes staring hard at my wife from 
head to toe. It was night now, the stars were out, and 
we knew no one made moves out in the open outside of the 
convention normally, so we headed to the VIP entrance. 
We walked by the security by the VIP doors and I flashed 
our identification slips. When we entered we were 
welcomed with an immense 5 level building with sections 
for both anime and comic conventions. There were people 
of many ages, ranging from teenagers to 50 year olds. 

My wife took me by the hand and led me through the 
overflowing crowd of attendees. I looked down at her 
body through the waves of arms and legs to see if anyone 
would bite, and I was right. A couple of boys, probably 
around the ages of 17 to 21, were crowding around my 
wife as she pulled me along. They were taller boys, but 
definitely young, one even had freckles. But they were 
not the type of boys my wife was truly interested in 
meeting, but she never let go a little appetizer before 
her main course.

As we walked through the diverse stampede of anime and 
comic character outfits, some even video game 
references, the troupe of boys circling us moved closer 
in to my wife. One boy was pointing to the other behind 
my wife's back while she spoke with the others in front 
of her. I couldn't make out what they were saying but 
they were very animated about taking everyone somewhere. 
The tallest boy was wearing a dark blue baseball cap, 
had red hair and freckles, and an Iron Man t-shirt. 

He and a tall Korean boy, wearing a black biker jacket 
and a brown shirt underneath, were the ones discussing 
behind my wife's back. In front of her were 2 somewhat 
shorter Spanish boys, both wearing X-Men t-shirts, one 
Black boy who looked like he stereotypically worked out 
playing basketball, and a blond-haired blue-eyed boy who 
was wearing an X-Factor t-shirt. The thing I liked most 
about these boys was that they obviously were working 
together on a scheme. 

To the casual observer it was more obvious, but to my 
wife she was just indulging in small talk with the boys 
in front as we pressed through the crowd to go to her 
first event of the day. The Black boy was being 
especially charismatic with my wife, occasionally 
putting his hand on her arm or holding her hand when 
pleading with her to go with them somewhere. Eventually, 
after my eyes returned to my wife after having looked 
around at the magnificent women and men around us, the 
Korean boy was now in front with his arm around my 
wife's waist. 

He was acting very sly, making small talk that sounded 
only slightly suggestive to the casual observer. 
Meanwhile the red haired boy, still walking behind my 
wife and in front of me, with his left hand on my wife's 
back, was carefully trying to slide his hand down into 
the bottom section of her costume. Obviously he was 
trying to put his hand down her pants and touch her ass. 
The crowd was so crazy and fast in pace that no one 
would notice except for me.

We finally arrived at the artist's alley on the fourth 
floor, which by this hour had been packed up and closed. 
All that remained were some groups of high school kids 
sitting and talking with one another and empty booths. 
To remain inconspicuous I let them continue walking, and 
I followed closely behind but casually so as not to draw 
attention. They banked around a corner, just past the 
men's restrooms, now huddled together tightly. 

I saw no one was really around, and my wife and her 
caretakers were out of sight just around that corner, so 
I took out my pack of cigarettes and lit a fresh joint I 
had prerolled earlier that day. I finished about half of 
it, unsure how much time had passed, then put it out and 
stashed it away for later. By now I saw no one except 1 
small group of maid cafe girls sitting against the walls 
near the escalators, probably waiting to meet their 
friends, and suspiciously a blond boy wearing an X-
Factor shirt standing by the door looking back and forth 
between the huge auditorium room and the escalators. 

I recognized him and remembered I was with my wife 
earlier. I waited for the blond boy to sit down and 
rest, lowering his attention to the room, to peak around 
the corner as though I were about to go to the men's 
room. My wife was there, just barely shorter than the 
rest of the thin yet tall group of young boys, with one 
of the boys holding her hand down their pants and the 
boy across from her holding her face to his lips making 
out with her. 

It was the Korean boy who was making out with my wife, 
holding her face close to his. My wife was leaning over 
somewhat in my direction though she did not know I was 
there. She moaned and I noticed there was the Black boy 
behind her with that "look" that boys get when they are 
having a new sexual experience at a young age. That face 
that is somewhat filled with bewilderment and over 
excitement. I had no doubt he was rubbing his hard-on in 
his pants over my wife's tight ass. 

I could see down her cleavage from this angle, and her 
necklace was hanging from her neck just in front of her 
full breasts. The red haired boy was holding my wife's 
wrist in his pants, moving her hand up and down with a 
firm grip on her. Suddenly the Korean boy stopped 
kissing her and pushed her from her belly against the 
wall. She was barely taken aback with a flirtatious grin 
on her face, biting her bottom lip. The Korean boy took 
her wrists while the other boys watched. He held her 
hands above her head with one hand and pulled out a 
Swiss army knife with the other. I was watching idly by 
just across from them out of their view. 

My wife was squirming sexily with her hips rubbing back 
and forth against the carpeted wall. Even I could hear 
her ass rubbing against those fibers. The boy moved his 
hand with the knife just under the start of her top half 
of her costume, but she quickly took out her hand from 
his grip and held his wrist in the air. The boy looked 
shocked. "No... I like this outfit." My wife said with a 
whisper of her lips looking him gently and seductively 
in the eyes. She let go of his wrist and slid her hand 
over his arm, to his chest, over his flat belly and into 
his black jean pants. The Korean boy put his knife away 
and moved in closer to my wife, with her hand pressed 
between her body and his cock in his pants. The boy 
started viciously making out with my wife, sliding his 
hands down her sides and over her hips.

I now had a raging hard-on in my pants, pulsating, and I 
had unconsciously started rubbing my hand over it 
outside my pants. I looked around the room from where I 
was standing, I was in the perfect place to observe the 
room just by peaking out my head a bit I could look 
around and barely be noticed. 

The room was barren except one young maid cafe girl who 
was now being chatted up by the blonde boy with the X-
Factor t-shirt. The girl looked flustered and nervous 
but not uncomfortable, these boys weren't amateurs. I 
looked back at the action around the corner across from 
me at my wife and the boys. I felt that sudden rush of 
unease in my stomach as I saw her on her knees on the 
floor, her face blocked by the Korean boy's ass. He was 
gripping her head and moving his hips back and forth 
comfortably but with some force. He was face fucking 
her. 

I smiled... this guy had guts. The black boy had one of 
her hands on his cock which was out of his pants now, it 
was an uncut cock and I could make out against his dark 
skinned dick the smegma that was rubbing all over my 
wife's hands. She was wearing jewelry, earrings, a 
necklace that I had gotten her in Italy, and her wedding 
ring that was now being scrubbed with this black boys 
cock. It was always a turn on to see her being used in 
that way, let alone from boys who were uncontrollably 
horny. 

I could see her chest heaving greatly as she was trying 
to breathe with the boys cock in her mouth that must 
have meant his cock was quite big and long since she is 
a very proficient cock sucker. Her necklace swayed back 
and forth as the Korean boy, now taking off his jacket, 
he began fucking her more thoroughly and forcefully, 
pounding her face. I could hear her squeal a bit as the 
boy really shoved his cock in her throat over and over, 
taking his time, but so forcefully I'm sure even the 
cafe maid and the blonde boy could hear her squeals and 
the boy's balls smacking against my wife's chin now.

The tallest boy, the boy with freckles, had taken out 
his pale cock, which was very thick to my surprise, and 
was holding my wife's hair in a tight grip and rubbing 
his cock against her face and hair and sliding it up and 
down her face under her chin around her neck. He wasn't 
entirely hard but he was big enough that it was 
enjoyable for him to just degrade my wife so 
nonchalantly. I could imagine how she must feel, 
smelling all those boys cocks, feeling their cock and 
pre-cum on her face and hands, and being so startled 
with the young Korean boys forceful pushes into her 
throat. 

She was, of course, enjoying it, but I could tell she 
was still impressed and startled with how forward and 
powerful the Korean boy was being. One of the Spanish 
boys was on the floor, trying to get his hand into her 
pants to no avail. The other Spanish boy and the others 
talked with one another and the Korean boy and they 
stopped their actions on her for a moment, discussing 
something, like they were agreeing on what to do next 
with my wife. They all got up and pulled my wife up from 
her knees by her hair aggressively and she squealed in 
pain for a quick moment. Wow, these boys were rough and 
I loved watching it. 

It looked like they were going to go somewhere else with 
her into the large area further into the floor away from 
the escalator and stairs that we entered through when I 
felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Sir, you can't be up here. This area is closed." A boy 
in a Comic Con/Anime Festival staff t-shirt was standing 
behind me. He was taller than me, muscular, and had a 
serious look on his face. He was black, shaved head, and 
held his chin high with confidence. He was obviously one 
of those people who worked at the convention and in 
return had hours they could explore the floor. Behind 
him, just off to his side, was the blonde boy with the 
X-Factor shirt, smiling. "Oh, my mistake, I was just 
going to use the restroom then my wife and I will leave-
" but then the blonde boy interrupted me, "You can't be 
here. You have to leave. Now." 

I realized the boys were being very serious, and I 
didn't want to start any trouble, so I nodded my head in 
agreement and they walked behind me to the escalator to 
make sure I left. As I reached the stairs I heard my 
wife scream loudly in startled ecstasy. "Ooh! Ah! Uhf! 
NnngUH! Uhn!" 

Then I could hear only quieter sounds of panting and 
moaning. It took me by surprise, and I looked back but 
the two boys who were walking me out were blocking my 
view of the larger area ahead at the other end of the 
floor. All I could make out between them was a boy on 
top of what I assumed was my wife on the table, but the 
other boys were all around her so I could not really see 
what was going on. 

I heard some laughter and talk but nothing I could make 
out completely other than "bitch" and "hold her..." The 
two boys walking me out had a little grin on their faces 
and walked forward towards me, forcing me down the 
escalator. I stepped on the moving steps and began going 
down to the lower floor. Once I was on the escalator the 
boys closed the glass doors and the staff boy locked the 
door with a key. I was locked out from my wife and a 
bunch of boys who were practically raping her, but this 
would give me time to enjoy the convention and find 
prospective younger boys and even older men for new 
contacts.

I went outside and around the corner of the building 
where all the parents who smoked would congregate and 
discuss their kids together. I leaned against the wall 
next to a woman who looked to be about 27, she was 
Hispanic by the looks of her hoop earrings and her 
jacket and leggings and the way she showed off her bust 
and hips. 

I'm not the type of person to rely on stereotypes of 
people, but you know the type of woman who wears herself 
out in that sort of way; in the way that she likes the 
attention of others but is strong enough to fight off 
any guys who might try to take advantage of her. She had 
a wedding ring on, and she lit a second cigarette, her 
first inhale of the fag lit up her lips and eyes. You 
could hear that first part from her lips as she quickly 
pulled the cig from her lips and licked her lips 
briefly. She moved her hips from side to side to get 
comfortable. 

Though her breasts weren't as large as my wife's I still 
found them quite lovely. It was a bit chilly outside now 
that the sun had gone down and it was the time of day 
where there was still some light around from the sky, it 
wasn't 'dark' just yet, but the sun was nowhere in sight 
and the stars weren't completely visible yet. A blueish 
hue ran over everything in sight and I kept my eyes off 
the woman to my side as she took out her phone and 
expediently texted someone of interest. 

She looked bored, maybe a bit frustrated. Perhaps she 
wasn't getting attention from someone she wanted 
attention from. I had already lit my second cigarette 
when she went into her pocket to get a third, sucking 
them down like there was no tomorrow, and she pulled out 
an empty carton and powerlessly flung it to the ground. 
I offered her my already lit cigarette and she smiled 
coyly, in that way a girl will dangerously smile pulling 
her chest away from you and dropping her chin to her 
chest looking at you in a temptuous fashion. 

She moved her lips closer to me and I put the cig in her 
mouth, she was pleased and smiled at me not taking her 
eyes off mine. I smiled back, and a cool breeze followed 
my smile and took out everyone's lighters and matches 
just as everyone was about to light their next cig. The 
night had fallen around us, and the only light left was 
on that woman's lips, illuminating a seductive smile and 
eyes burning with caged desire waiting to be unlocked 
and shuffled with another's. 

I took the fag out of her mouth and moved my lips to 
hers, holding my hand cautiously on her waist just to 
invite her to move closer. Her lips met mine and we 
passionately and aggressively, though slowly, began to 
make out against the cement wall. One of her legs was 
lifting up behind me and pulling me closer, I put one 
hand on her leg sliding up to her ass and hip, my other 
hand caressed her soft neck and under her ear. I had 
dropped the cigarette that was now illuminating us 
against the wall. I heard footsteps as a few men walked 
closer without any words. 

I looked into her eyes and saw the silhouette of men 
ready to join me, her eyes were soft and inviting and 
she would do anything right now and take it all. I 
parted my lips from hers, but she moved closer to me to 
try and hold the kissing just a little more. I looked at 
her and saw the shadows of the men on the wall I was 
holding her against. I heard a zipper either open or 
close, and then a few more. Then someone stepped on the 
lit cigarette and the lights went out. 

The night air gave her smooth body goosebumps and the 
remnants of cigarettes, that dry wavering scent of 
tobacco around, intoxicated the air. It was night now, 
dark... 

I wondered what my wife was doing.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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