We were a newly married couple, I was 20 and my pretty little wife Helen was only 18. She had been listening to older women chatting at the hairdressers about wife swapping and had been turned on by it. She eagerly told me all the gory details that she had heard and seeing that I was turned on as well, asked me if we should try it. Well the thought of being able to get my hands on lot’s of other women seamed a great idea. I hadn’t really thought about how I would feel seeing Helen with another man but my lust was up and all I could think of was all the fucking that I could be doing.
Helen found out from some of the women at the hairdressers, how to go about finding other couples. A woman gave her a copy of a contact magazine and we where really excited as we looked through it, reading the ads and especially looking at all the nude photo’s. There was a photo of a beautiful girl of 18 with long blond hair and an absolutely fabulous figure. I was really keen to reply to this ad but Helen pointed out that the husband was in his 40's. Seeing how dejected I looked, Helen agreed to write to them, she said his photo looked quite good, he seemed handsome and in good shape even though he was as old as her father.
We corresponded and swapped photo's and arranged for them to visit us at our house. We had been nervous all day and at the appointed time the doorbell rang. I eagerly opened the door only to be very disappointed, the husband (Larry) was on his own. I invited him in and he explained to Helen and myself, that he had lost our original letter with the phone number on and only had the address and directions I had given him over the phone. It seems his wife Tracy, had only this morning come down with the flu and not having the phone number he couldn't let us know.
We sat and chatted for a while, he told us of the many adventures he and Tracy had enjoyed. At Helen's suggestion, I had opened a bottle of wine. As the evening wore on, Helen was getting quite high and Larry, who was sitting next to Tracy, was getting bolder, rubbing her thigh, making Tracy laugh with rude jokes and innuendoes. I went to get more wine and when I returned they were kissing passionately. I was a bit miffed at missing out on getting to grips with the lovely Tracy but surprisingly found myself 'turned on' watching my wife being seduced by this older stranger. I just stood there as he lowered her top and fondled and then kissed her naked breasts. He then turned her to lay on the couch and lifted her skirt to reveal her pantyless pussy. As he got down between her legs and started to suck on her cunt, I put down the wine and took out my cock and started to wank myself. My face was burning up, my pulse was racing and my heart was beating that loud I was surprised they didn't hear it.
Helen moans got louder and louder as she neared her climax. As she came she screamed like I have never heard her before. Without undressing, Larry took out his cock and got between Helen's legs and my heart stopped and I froze as I watched a strange cock enter my lovely Helen. She let out a deep sigh as her pussy was invaded by this strange (and rather large) cock. He started to shove his cock in and out of Helen's pussy and at the same time sucked on her lovely small pink nipples.
He looked around and saw me watching. 'Come over here.' he said. It was more an order than a request. I did as he said and stood over them still wanking on my dick. 'Kneel down and watch me shag your wife.' As I knelt beside them, he raised himself up so that I could see his cock going in and out of Helen. He had one arm supporting himself on the back of the couch and with his free hand he reached out and pulled my head down onto Helen's stomach. My head was being squashed between their two bellies as he thrust in and out of my wife. He started to moan and I guessed he was about to cum into Helen's pussy when to my surprise, he pulled his cock out of Helen and squirted his cum on my face and then stuck his cock back in her cunt and finished cumming into her. As he finished, he withdrew his cock and said to me. 'Suck my dick clean!' I found myself unable resist his instructions and took his cock into my mouth and sucked and sucked like it was the most natural thing to do. 'That's enough! Now clean out this sluts cunt!' he said as he got off the couch. I got between Helen's legs and licked away at her used, sponk filled cunt.
As I sucked at her delicious pussy, she was moaning and urging me on. 'More, more, please I want more.' From the corner of my eye, I could see Larry go to the curtains and open and close them 3 times. Then he went out into the hallway. He came back into the room followed by 3 other men, all about the same age as Larry. I went to get up but my head was pushed back down. 'Don't stop now, the little lady is almost coming.' and indeed she was, 2 more sucks and she was screaming in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her. I was pulled out of the way as one of the strangers, who had stripped naked, mounted my lovely wife and proceeded to fuck her, hard and roughly, and it seemed the harder he went, the more she responded.
The 3 men and Larry took turns fucking Helen, they did nothing else to her, just straight forward fucking. Each man fucked her twice and I was made to lick he well used pussy clean, several times. When they had finished, Larry said to me. 'Well I think it's only fair if we let you have a fuck of this sex mad fuck slut.' I had to agree that she was indeed a fuck slut, 4 men had fucked her and she didn't even know that there had been a change. She was unaware that other men were here and that they were fucking her. All she knew was that she was being well fucked.
I climbed between her legs and I cant describe the pleasure I felt as I sunk my dick into all that sponk in her lovely cunt. I started to kiss Helen on the lips but as soon as she tasted the sponk in my mouth, she started licking it up, she licked all over my face licking, sucking and swallowing it all down. From when Larry first laid her down on the couch up until now that I was fucking her, she had never once opened her eyes. I thought that she was perhaps locked into a lovely fantasy but (as she told me later) she was just enjoying all the 'sensations that where invading her whole being' her words.
'It's time to be going!' said Larry just as I finished shooting my sponk into Helen. The men pulled me off her and stood her up and put a coat on over her naked body, one of the guy's knelt down and put her high heeled shoes onto her feet. 'We'll bring her back tomorrow and there'll be plenty of sponk for you to eat,' and off the went leaving me laying on the couch.
That was how it all started, it is a regular thing now for any of the guys, or their friends to stop by the house and fuck Helen. They come in ones, two's or any number. She enjoys being their 'Fuck slut' and I enjoy cleaning her after she has been well used.
The blond girl in Larry's advert turned out not to be his wife but his 17 year old daughter, and yes, I have had the pleasure of fucking her. She was brought to the house so that she and Helen could be the entertainment for a Stag Night. The girls sucked and fucked each other as a preliminary show to get the guys work up and then they were both used by the 40 guests at the party.
This is now our life style and we wouldn't have it any other way. I love it when Larry uses my wife for his pleasure or when he gives her to his friends to use.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Haunted by Ex Wife - Sex Story
I married Denise, my childhood sweetheart 18 years ago when we were both twenty. I remember how she looked on our wedding day, nearly 6' in her high heels with long, jet- black hair, pale skin and a beautiful young face. I recall we looked slightly odd in the photos, with me being only 5'4", and slightly built, against her firm, full figure.
Denise had put on a few pounds over the years, but in all the right places so that she looked even more sexy, and drew admiring glances everywhere we went. Not that I benefited much from her voluptuous figure. Over the years our sex life had been reduced to virtually nil, she just did not seem at all interested in bedroom activities.
Our troubles really started about three years ago, when I was off work for some time with a debilitating illness, a side effect of which was that I became temporarily impotent. Denise was very sympathetic at first, but began to get irritable with me after a time, particularly when she was forced to get a job to ensure we could keep our rented apartment. Things improved when she found she enjoyed her job, as she was working with a pleasant young black guy named Steve, who was a great help to her. She brought him round for drinks a couple of times, and I found him good company.
After a couple of months, Denise began to change. She seemed much happier, even though she had to work late rather a lot. I thought no more about it until one night she came home a little the worse for drink, somewhat dishevelled and with a love bite on her neck. It was obvious what she had been up to.
"Steve has been fucking you, hasn't he?" I accused her, my heart pounding and my mouth dry.
"Yes he has," she replied, with no hint of remorse. "Nearly every night for the past three weeks, as a matter of fact. He has a huge, stiff cock, and he has given me more pleasure in those three weeks than you and your tiny limp dick have given me in fifteen years. He will continue to fuck me as well, whether you like it or not you pathetic little eunuch, because I am having the best fun of my life!" I was devastated by her cruel words.
"Please Denise," I begged. "I know I can't perform in bed at the moment, but it will be better soon and we can get back to normal."
"Yes, but you will still be a lousy fuck," she sneered. "And now I have tasted the power of a real man's cock, your little thing will be redundant, even if you can get it stiff again!"
So it went on. Her affair with Steve only lasted a couple of months, but after that she began to go out regularly and find other, preferably black lovers. She would take great delight in coming home and taunting me about the long, thick black meat that had been stretching her mouth and her pussy. Her taunts became more painful when I returned to health, and was capable of resuming sexual relations. Denise would have none of it, telling me she was now only interested in black cock, and that when she met the right man she would leave me.
This happened just a few months later, when she met and fell for Sam, a wealthy local gangster who lived in a big house about a mile away from us. He was a massive man, about 6'5", and very broad. He was a year older than Denise and I, and ruggedly handsome. I knew I could not compete with his looks and money, and had to accept it when Denise moved in with him. They married as soon as our divorce came through, and I was in a state of depression for at least a year afterwards.
Finally, things began to look up when Sarah, a 17 year old girl joined my company. I noticed her the first day she arrived. She was tall, like Denise, with short brunette hair and young, innocent looking face, which was pretty enough not to need any makeup. Her figure was gorgeous, with firm breasts, not too big, and long, shapely legs. I made a point of introducing myself, and offering to show her around, which she accepted gratefully.
Sarah and I seemed to get on really well, despite our age difference, and before long I was taking her out for dinner. It turned out she had recently moved to town on her own, wanting to make a fresh start. I also found out she was a virgin, which pleased me, because she would have nothing to compare my modest endowment to, should our relationship develop.
It did indeed develop, and within three months I was so infatuated, that I asked her to marry me. To my delight she accepted, and we were married a month later. The first six months were pretty happy, especially for me. The only thing that troubled me was that, right from our wedding night, Sarah said she found sex was very disappointing, and could not understand what all the fuss was about.
As she did not know too many people, Sarah decided to join a gym. She thought this would help keep her figure firm, and give her the opportunity to make new friends. After a week or two, she told me about an older woman she had become friendly with. I was pleased for her, and suggested she may want to invite her over. She said she would when she got to know her a little better.
It was a couple of weeks later, when I got home from work that Sarah told me about the surprise she had had.
"You know that woman I am friendly with?" she said. "It's your ex wife Denise! Isn't that amazing?"
"Yes it is," I replied, feeling very uneasy. I suspected immediately that Denise was behind this chance meeting. Her last words to me were that she would get even with me for all the years of good sex she had missed out on, being saddled with a little limp-dick like me.
"When we realised," Sarah went on. "She said she would love to see you again, as it has been a while. She told me the divorce had been very amicable, and you could be friends. Anyway, I have invited her and her new husband over for dinner tomorrow, and they are going to bring her husband's 20 year old son Dan, who is staying with them."
"That's great," I said, without enthusiasm. What was Denise up to?
The three of them arrived at around seven the next evening. Denise immediately made pretence of being pleased to see me, throwing her arms round me and kissing me hard on the lips.
"Lovely to see you again, Michael," she gushed. "You look well, and you have a lovely new young bride as well. You must be very happy."
"Yes I am," I muttered.
"You know Sam, of course," she went on. "And this is his son Dan."
As I shook hands with Dan, I noticed he was a younger version of his well-built father, and if anything, even better looking. The sparkle in Sarah's eyes as she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek did not go unnoticed by me either.
As we sat down to dinner, I was at the head of the table with Sarah next to Dan, and Denise next to her husband. The conversation was animated, although it seemed to be mostly between the four of them, while I felt slightly left out. They were all hitting the wine rather heavily, and it was running out. Breaking off from Dan, and speaking to me for the first time for nearly an hour, Sarah told me to pop out and get more wine.
I got to the shop and back very quickly, not wishing to leave my wife alone with my ex wife and the two black men for too long. When I returned, they were all laughing and joking, helped by the wine they had consumed. Denise was stroking her husband's hair and kissing him, and I realised that even now, I was still jealous of my ex wife. I was even more jealous of the way Dan was ogling Sarah's body, as she now flirted openly with him.
Much more wine was consumed, and after a while Denise brought the conversation around to sex.
"Have you ever had a black man?" she asked my wife.
"No," answered Sarah shyly. "Michael is the only man I have slept with."
"Oh dear," Denise replied, trying to stifle a giggle. "Well I have to say that in my experience, black men are by far the best lovers. Certainly they are much better kissers. Why don't you try it out? Give Dan a kiss."
Given courage by the wine, my young wife leaned over, and gave Dan a gentle kiss on the lips. This was followed by another, until finally her mouth was wide open, and she was receiving the young man's tongue. This kiss seemed to go on for several minutes.
"Wow!" gasped Sarah, as she finally broke away. "That was fantastic! Why can't you kiss like that Michael?"
"That is not the only area where your new husband is lacking," Denise cut in, before I could speak. "Unzip Dan's trousers Sarah, I think you will get a surprise!"
"I don't think you should do that," I told my wife.
"Oh don't be so stuffy," she admonished me, sounding very tipsy. "It's only a bit of fun."
With that, she undid Dan's zip, and took out his cock. She gasped loudly at the length and girth of it, as she automatically stroked it. In seconds it was fully erect.
"My God, Michael, look at this," she gasped. It makes yours look like a tiny baby's cock!" The four of them laughed out loud, as my face turned a deep shade of red.
Finally, she let go of Dan, and let his cock subside, before gently putting it back in his trousers and zipping him up. The conversation then changed to a different topic.
At the end of the evening, Sarah gave our three guests a huge hug, and told them we would see them soon. Denise pretended to give me a friendly hug, and whispered to me that I would indeed be seeing a lot more of them. She then grinned wickedly, making me feel very uneasy.
A week or so later, I was told by my boss that I would have to attend a business course for two weeks, some two hundred miles away. I knew I had to go, but did not like the idea of leaving Sarah alone for that length of time.
"Don't worry," she said cheerily. "I won't be lonely, I am sure I will see a lot of Denise, Sam and Dan." That is what was worrying me.
I did not enjoy the course at all, worrying what was happening at home. I was not due back until the Monday evening, but as the course finished early, I travelled overnight and got home about eight the next morning. As I approached our apartment, I saw Sarah, in a short nightdress, hugging and kissing Denise, Sam and Dan as they left. I hid round a corner until they were gone and then let myself in.
"You are early," said Sarah simply, as she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I had hoped after two weeks to have been given a huge hug, and been told that I had been missed.
"I saw Denise, Sam and Dan leaving," I said casually.
"Yes," she replied. "They stayed the weekend." I hated myself for what I was about to say, but seeing her in that skimpy nightdress that left nothing to the imagination, I knew I had to ask.
"Sarah," I began, my mouth dry. "Forgive me for bringing this up, and I know it sounds stupid, but please tell me Dan didn't fuck you last night."
"No he didn't," Sarah replied, in a matter of fact way. I sighed with relief.
"No, Sam fucked me last night," she went on. "And Dan fucked Denise. We like to change over sometimes, to add to the fun!" I was in a daze, and tried to open my mouth to speak, but my wife interrupted me.
"Why didn't you tell me you got a kick out of being cuckolded by black men?" she asked me. "We could have been doing it much earlier, you would have got your kicks, and I would have realised that sex with a real man is wonderful."
"But that isn't true," I whined. "I can't bear the thought of you with another man, please don't do this!" My heart was pounding at the idea of my new wife being unfaithful to me as well, and with the man who took my first wife away from me.
"Oh Michael," she snapped. "Denise told me you would deny everything. She has told me all about it, how you liked to watch her going out all dressed up, knowing she was going to be soundly fucked, and coming home to you full of another man's jism. And how you loved her to humiliate you by telling you how great their big cocks were, compared to your tiddler, and how it excited you when she denied you sex for long periods while she pleased her lovers."
"No," I said. "That is not...."
"I am not going to listen to you," she responded emphatically. "You could be open with your first wife, but do not trust me enough with your little perversions." With that, she stormed upstairs and locked the bedroom door.
I spent over an hour outside the door, trying to convince her that Denise had been lying, but she would not listen. Finally I went downstairs. She followed about ten minutes later, with her coat on, and carrying an overnight bag.
"I have phoned Dan," she announced. "He says I can stay with him for the time being. I will not come back until you start being honest with me." She then stormed out.
After phoning her at Dan's place a number of times, still saying Denise was lying; I decided to go and see Denise and persuade her to tell the truth.
"Hello Michael," Denise said smugly, as she let me in. "I hear you are having marital problems."
"You have got to tell Sarah the truth," I pleaded. "I want her back home with me."
"What will you do for me?" Denise asked.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
She lifted her short skirt, and slipped off her panties.
"I think the least you could do is suck my pussy for old times sake," she smiled. I refused.
"You do want me to speak to her don't you?" she continued. "I should tell you that Dan's friend Jim is staying with him at the moment, and I understand from Sarah that the two of them are fucking her raw every night. She tells me she is loving it, and is in no hurry at all to come home!"
"Alright," I agreed reluctantly, and knelt between my ex wife's lewdly splayed legs starting to lap at her pussy.
"You remember when it belonged to you, before I let all those lovely big black cocks in there?" she taunted me, as she stroked my head.
Denise continued to tease and taunt me, as I slowly licked her to orgasm. When I had finished the job, I stood up. Denise placed her hand on my crotch.
"You naughty boy," she chided me. "You got a hard on licking my pussy. What would your wife say if I told her?"
"Please don't," I begged.
"Alright," she conceded. "But I will phone her now."
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Hi Sarah," I heard her say as my wife answered. "I just wanted to say that I forgot to tell you that it really gives Michael a buzz if you make him lick your pussy clean after your black lovers have drenched it with cum. Yes, I thought you would enjoy that. Are you still taking two cocks a night, you slut? Yes? Well I am not surprised you are exhausted. I am sure it won't be long now before Michael comes round to try and get you back. I think he will tell you the truth about his wimpy fantasies this time. See you soon, bye."
Denise laughed at me cruelly, as she saw the look on my face. She suggested I go and see my wife right away, if I did not want a second divorce on my hands. I had to agree she was right.
I got a huge shock when Sarah answered the door to me. Her beautiful brunette hair had been dyed blonde, and her pretty face was now covered in makeup, and bright red lipstick. She wore a short halter-top with no bra, so that her midriff was totally exposed. Her short skirt barely covered her pussy, and she was barefoot. She looked like a whore.
"What have you done?" I asked incredulously.
"I may be your wife," she replied. "But I am now Dan's slut, and this is how he wants his slut to look. What do you want?"
"I want to talk," I replied.
"You won't give me any more bullshit, will you?" she said threateningly.
"No," I promised. We went in and sat down.
"Right," she began. "Just answer these questions so we know where we stand. You want me to be fucked regularly by black men, right?"
"Yes"
"You want to be made to suck the cum out of my pussy when I come home after being fucked."
"Yes."
"You want me to constantly taunt and humiliate you, and deny you sex for long periods while I have whoever I want."
"Yes, as long as you will come back to me."
"Very well," she said at last.
"Good," I replied. "Shall we go now?"
"No," she responded. "Dan and Jim will be home later. I will have them both fuck me several times, and then I will come back to you. You will wait naked on the sofa for me, however long it takes, understand?"
"Yes," I said meekly.
She leant over as if to kiss me, and spat in my face.
"Go home little dick," she laughed. "I will see you later."
It was nearly 2.a.m. I sat there, naked as instructed feeling wretched as I waited for Sarah to return. I heard the front door open, and a few seconds later, she entered the lounge. I could see she was a little drunk, and there was no doubt she had spent the evening being ravished.
"How sweet," she slurred. "The dutiful husband, waiting for his unfaithful wife to return full of other men's cum. On your knees, you little pussy."
I knelt before her as she slowly began to undress. She slipped off the top, to reveal very red breasts.
"Look at that," she laughed. "That's from all the mauling and sucking they have had to put up with tonight!"
She slipped off the short skirt to reveal her sopping pussy, directly before my eyes. She pulled the puffy lips apart, to show the white cum bubbling around the entrance.
"See what those horny fuckers have done to your poor wife' cunt!" she exclaimed. "They have turned me into a cock sucking, leg spreading, black man's whore, and I love it! Your poor little cock will hardly get a look in in future, I promise you. Now suck those lovely boy's slime out of me, and be grateful your wife is at last getting the rough fucking she deserves!"
Tears came into my eyes as I lapped away at her abused pussy, as she belittled and taunted me. When I had finished, I stood up, and she ordered me to follow her upstairs, telling me that the little erection I was sporting would not be going anywhere. We got into bed naked, and she put her arms around me.
"We are going to have a kissing session," she explained. "To see how long we can keep that cock stiff and unsatisfied. Make the most of it, after tonight you will not be allowed to kiss me again."
Sarah spent the next hour cock teasing me, until I felt I could take no more. Finally she broke away.
"I have decided you will not have any sex for at least a month," she announced to my chagrin, as she reached into the bedside drawer. "However, Denise tells me you are likely to be unfaithful, or more disgustingly that you will jerk yourself off. So she has bought me this present. This is a cock cage, which you will wear all the time you are not with me. It will prevent you getting an erection, and coming without permission. I know it will be frustrating for you, particularly when Denise and I are teasing you with our bodies, but that's part of the fun isn't it? Denise has promised she will help me all she can with your humiliation, so I reckon you will be seeing as much of her pussy as you do of mine. And you won't be allowed to enter either of them! Oh, this is going to be so much fun!
I slept very little that night, dreading what humiliation and degradation I was going to suffer at the hands of my wife and ex wife, and their lovers.
Denise had put on a few pounds over the years, but in all the right places so that she looked even more sexy, and drew admiring glances everywhere we went. Not that I benefited much from her voluptuous figure. Over the years our sex life had been reduced to virtually nil, she just did not seem at all interested in bedroom activities.
Our troubles really started about three years ago, when I was off work for some time with a debilitating illness, a side effect of which was that I became temporarily impotent. Denise was very sympathetic at first, but began to get irritable with me after a time, particularly when she was forced to get a job to ensure we could keep our rented apartment. Things improved when she found she enjoyed her job, as she was working with a pleasant young black guy named Steve, who was a great help to her. She brought him round for drinks a couple of times, and I found him good company.
After a couple of months, Denise began to change. She seemed much happier, even though she had to work late rather a lot. I thought no more about it until one night she came home a little the worse for drink, somewhat dishevelled and with a love bite on her neck. It was obvious what she had been up to.
"Steve has been fucking you, hasn't he?" I accused her, my heart pounding and my mouth dry.
"Yes he has," she replied, with no hint of remorse. "Nearly every night for the past three weeks, as a matter of fact. He has a huge, stiff cock, and he has given me more pleasure in those three weeks than you and your tiny limp dick have given me in fifteen years. He will continue to fuck me as well, whether you like it or not you pathetic little eunuch, because I am having the best fun of my life!" I was devastated by her cruel words.
"Please Denise," I begged. "I know I can't perform in bed at the moment, but it will be better soon and we can get back to normal."
"Yes, but you will still be a lousy fuck," she sneered. "And now I have tasted the power of a real man's cock, your little thing will be redundant, even if you can get it stiff again!"
So it went on. Her affair with Steve only lasted a couple of months, but after that she began to go out regularly and find other, preferably black lovers. She would take great delight in coming home and taunting me about the long, thick black meat that had been stretching her mouth and her pussy. Her taunts became more painful when I returned to health, and was capable of resuming sexual relations. Denise would have none of it, telling me she was now only interested in black cock, and that when she met the right man she would leave me.
This happened just a few months later, when she met and fell for Sam, a wealthy local gangster who lived in a big house about a mile away from us. He was a massive man, about 6'5", and very broad. He was a year older than Denise and I, and ruggedly handsome. I knew I could not compete with his looks and money, and had to accept it when Denise moved in with him. They married as soon as our divorce came through, and I was in a state of depression for at least a year afterwards.
Finally, things began to look up when Sarah, a 17 year old girl joined my company. I noticed her the first day she arrived. She was tall, like Denise, with short brunette hair and young, innocent looking face, which was pretty enough not to need any makeup. Her figure was gorgeous, with firm breasts, not too big, and long, shapely legs. I made a point of introducing myself, and offering to show her around, which she accepted gratefully.
Sarah and I seemed to get on really well, despite our age difference, and before long I was taking her out for dinner. It turned out she had recently moved to town on her own, wanting to make a fresh start. I also found out she was a virgin, which pleased me, because she would have nothing to compare my modest endowment to, should our relationship develop.
It did indeed develop, and within three months I was so infatuated, that I asked her to marry me. To my delight she accepted, and we were married a month later. The first six months were pretty happy, especially for me. The only thing that troubled me was that, right from our wedding night, Sarah said she found sex was very disappointing, and could not understand what all the fuss was about.
As she did not know too many people, Sarah decided to join a gym. She thought this would help keep her figure firm, and give her the opportunity to make new friends. After a week or two, she told me about an older woman she had become friendly with. I was pleased for her, and suggested she may want to invite her over. She said she would when she got to know her a little better.
It was a couple of weeks later, when I got home from work that Sarah told me about the surprise she had had.
"You know that woman I am friendly with?" she said. "It's your ex wife Denise! Isn't that amazing?"
"Yes it is," I replied, feeling very uneasy. I suspected immediately that Denise was behind this chance meeting. Her last words to me were that she would get even with me for all the years of good sex she had missed out on, being saddled with a little limp-dick like me.
"When we realised," Sarah went on. "She said she would love to see you again, as it has been a while. She told me the divorce had been very amicable, and you could be friends. Anyway, I have invited her and her new husband over for dinner tomorrow, and they are going to bring her husband's 20 year old son Dan, who is staying with them."
"That's great," I said, without enthusiasm. What was Denise up to?
The three of them arrived at around seven the next evening. Denise immediately made pretence of being pleased to see me, throwing her arms round me and kissing me hard on the lips.
"Lovely to see you again, Michael," she gushed. "You look well, and you have a lovely new young bride as well. You must be very happy."
"Yes I am," I muttered.
"You know Sam, of course," she went on. "And this is his son Dan."
As I shook hands with Dan, I noticed he was a younger version of his well-built father, and if anything, even better looking. The sparkle in Sarah's eyes as she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek did not go unnoticed by me either.
As we sat down to dinner, I was at the head of the table with Sarah next to Dan, and Denise next to her husband. The conversation was animated, although it seemed to be mostly between the four of them, while I felt slightly left out. They were all hitting the wine rather heavily, and it was running out. Breaking off from Dan, and speaking to me for the first time for nearly an hour, Sarah told me to pop out and get more wine.
I got to the shop and back very quickly, not wishing to leave my wife alone with my ex wife and the two black men for too long. When I returned, they were all laughing and joking, helped by the wine they had consumed. Denise was stroking her husband's hair and kissing him, and I realised that even now, I was still jealous of my ex wife. I was even more jealous of the way Dan was ogling Sarah's body, as she now flirted openly with him.
Much more wine was consumed, and after a while Denise brought the conversation around to sex.
"Have you ever had a black man?" she asked my wife.
"No," answered Sarah shyly. "Michael is the only man I have slept with."
"Oh dear," Denise replied, trying to stifle a giggle. "Well I have to say that in my experience, black men are by far the best lovers. Certainly they are much better kissers. Why don't you try it out? Give Dan a kiss."
Given courage by the wine, my young wife leaned over, and gave Dan a gentle kiss on the lips. This was followed by another, until finally her mouth was wide open, and she was receiving the young man's tongue. This kiss seemed to go on for several minutes.
"Wow!" gasped Sarah, as she finally broke away. "That was fantastic! Why can't you kiss like that Michael?"
"That is not the only area where your new husband is lacking," Denise cut in, before I could speak. "Unzip Dan's trousers Sarah, I think you will get a surprise!"
"I don't think you should do that," I told my wife.
"Oh don't be so stuffy," she admonished me, sounding very tipsy. "It's only a bit of fun."
With that, she undid Dan's zip, and took out his cock. She gasped loudly at the length and girth of it, as she automatically stroked it. In seconds it was fully erect.
"My God, Michael, look at this," she gasped. It makes yours look like a tiny baby's cock!" The four of them laughed out loud, as my face turned a deep shade of red.
Finally, she let go of Dan, and let his cock subside, before gently putting it back in his trousers and zipping him up. The conversation then changed to a different topic.
At the end of the evening, Sarah gave our three guests a huge hug, and told them we would see them soon. Denise pretended to give me a friendly hug, and whispered to me that I would indeed be seeing a lot more of them. She then grinned wickedly, making me feel very uneasy.
A week or so later, I was told by my boss that I would have to attend a business course for two weeks, some two hundred miles away. I knew I had to go, but did not like the idea of leaving Sarah alone for that length of time.
"Don't worry," she said cheerily. "I won't be lonely, I am sure I will see a lot of Denise, Sam and Dan." That is what was worrying me.
I did not enjoy the course at all, worrying what was happening at home. I was not due back until the Monday evening, but as the course finished early, I travelled overnight and got home about eight the next morning. As I approached our apartment, I saw Sarah, in a short nightdress, hugging and kissing Denise, Sam and Dan as they left. I hid round a corner until they were gone and then let myself in.
"You are early," said Sarah simply, as she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I had hoped after two weeks to have been given a huge hug, and been told that I had been missed.
"I saw Denise, Sam and Dan leaving," I said casually.
"Yes," she replied. "They stayed the weekend." I hated myself for what I was about to say, but seeing her in that skimpy nightdress that left nothing to the imagination, I knew I had to ask.
"Sarah," I began, my mouth dry. "Forgive me for bringing this up, and I know it sounds stupid, but please tell me Dan didn't fuck you last night."
"No he didn't," Sarah replied, in a matter of fact way. I sighed with relief.
"No, Sam fucked me last night," she went on. "And Dan fucked Denise. We like to change over sometimes, to add to the fun!" I was in a daze, and tried to open my mouth to speak, but my wife interrupted me.
"Why didn't you tell me you got a kick out of being cuckolded by black men?" she asked me. "We could have been doing it much earlier, you would have got your kicks, and I would have realised that sex with a real man is wonderful."
"But that isn't true," I whined. "I can't bear the thought of you with another man, please don't do this!" My heart was pounding at the idea of my new wife being unfaithful to me as well, and with the man who took my first wife away from me.
"Oh Michael," she snapped. "Denise told me you would deny everything. She has told me all about it, how you liked to watch her going out all dressed up, knowing she was going to be soundly fucked, and coming home to you full of another man's jism. And how you loved her to humiliate you by telling you how great their big cocks were, compared to your tiddler, and how it excited you when she denied you sex for long periods while she pleased her lovers."
"No," I said. "That is not...."
"I am not going to listen to you," she responded emphatically. "You could be open with your first wife, but do not trust me enough with your little perversions." With that, she stormed upstairs and locked the bedroom door.
I spent over an hour outside the door, trying to convince her that Denise had been lying, but she would not listen. Finally I went downstairs. She followed about ten minutes later, with her coat on, and carrying an overnight bag.
"I have phoned Dan," she announced. "He says I can stay with him for the time being. I will not come back until you start being honest with me." She then stormed out.
After phoning her at Dan's place a number of times, still saying Denise was lying; I decided to go and see Denise and persuade her to tell the truth.
"Hello Michael," Denise said smugly, as she let me in. "I hear you are having marital problems."
"You have got to tell Sarah the truth," I pleaded. "I want her back home with me."
"What will you do for me?" Denise asked.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
She lifted her short skirt, and slipped off her panties.
"I think the least you could do is suck my pussy for old times sake," she smiled. I refused.
"You do want me to speak to her don't you?" she continued. "I should tell you that Dan's friend Jim is staying with him at the moment, and I understand from Sarah that the two of them are fucking her raw every night. She tells me she is loving it, and is in no hurry at all to come home!"
"Alright," I agreed reluctantly, and knelt between my ex wife's lewdly splayed legs starting to lap at her pussy.
"You remember when it belonged to you, before I let all those lovely big black cocks in there?" she taunted me, as she stroked my head.
Denise continued to tease and taunt me, as I slowly licked her to orgasm. When I had finished the job, I stood up. Denise placed her hand on my crotch.
"You naughty boy," she chided me. "You got a hard on licking my pussy. What would your wife say if I told her?"
"Please don't," I begged.
"Alright," she conceded. "But I will phone her now."
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Hi Sarah," I heard her say as my wife answered. "I just wanted to say that I forgot to tell you that it really gives Michael a buzz if you make him lick your pussy clean after your black lovers have drenched it with cum. Yes, I thought you would enjoy that. Are you still taking two cocks a night, you slut? Yes? Well I am not surprised you are exhausted. I am sure it won't be long now before Michael comes round to try and get you back. I think he will tell you the truth about his wimpy fantasies this time. See you soon, bye."
Denise laughed at me cruelly, as she saw the look on my face. She suggested I go and see my wife right away, if I did not want a second divorce on my hands. I had to agree she was right.
I got a huge shock when Sarah answered the door to me. Her beautiful brunette hair had been dyed blonde, and her pretty face was now covered in makeup, and bright red lipstick. She wore a short halter-top with no bra, so that her midriff was totally exposed. Her short skirt barely covered her pussy, and she was barefoot. She looked like a whore.
"What have you done?" I asked incredulously.
"I may be your wife," she replied. "But I am now Dan's slut, and this is how he wants his slut to look. What do you want?"
"I want to talk," I replied.
"You won't give me any more bullshit, will you?" she said threateningly.
"No," I promised. We went in and sat down.
"Right," she began. "Just answer these questions so we know where we stand. You want me to be fucked regularly by black men, right?"
"Yes"
"You want to be made to suck the cum out of my pussy when I come home after being fucked."
"Yes."
"You want me to constantly taunt and humiliate you, and deny you sex for long periods while I have whoever I want."
"Yes, as long as you will come back to me."
"Very well," she said at last.
"Good," I replied. "Shall we go now?"
"No," she responded. "Dan and Jim will be home later. I will have them both fuck me several times, and then I will come back to you. You will wait naked on the sofa for me, however long it takes, understand?"
"Yes," I said meekly.
She leant over as if to kiss me, and spat in my face.
"Go home little dick," she laughed. "I will see you later."
It was nearly 2.a.m. I sat there, naked as instructed feeling wretched as I waited for Sarah to return. I heard the front door open, and a few seconds later, she entered the lounge. I could see she was a little drunk, and there was no doubt she had spent the evening being ravished.
"How sweet," she slurred. "The dutiful husband, waiting for his unfaithful wife to return full of other men's cum. On your knees, you little pussy."
I knelt before her as she slowly began to undress. She slipped off the top, to reveal very red breasts.
"Look at that," she laughed. "That's from all the mauling and sucking they have had to put up with tonight!"
She slipped off the short skirt to reveal her sopping pussy, directly before my eyes. She pulled the puffy lips apart, to show the white cum bubbling around the entrance.
"See what those horny fuckers have done to your poor wife' cunt!" she exclaimed. "They have turned me into a cock sucking, leg spreading, black man's whore, and I love it! Your poor little cock will hardly get a look in in future, I promise you. Now suck those lovely boy's slime out of me, and be grateful your wife is at last getting the rough fucking she deserves!"
Tears came into my eyes as I lapped away at her abused pussy, as she belittled and taunted me. When I had finished, I stood up, and she ordered me to follow her upstairs, telling me that the little erection I was sporting would not be going anywhere. We got into bed naked, and she put her arms around me.
"We are going to have a kissing session," she explained. "To see how long we can keep that cock stiff and unsatisfied. Make the most of it, after tonight you will not be allowed to kiss me again."
Sarah spent the next hour cock teasing me, until I felt I could take no more. Finally she broke away.
"I have decided you will not have any sex for at least a month," she announced to my chagrin, as she reached into the bedside drawer. "However, Denise tells me you are likely to be unfaithful, or more disgustingly that you will jerk yourself off. So she has bought me this present. This is a cock cage, which you will wear all the time you are not with me. It will prevent you getting an erection, and coming without permission. I know it will be frustrating for you, particularly when Denise and I are teasing you with our bodies, but that's part of the fun isn't it? Denise has promised she will help me all she can with your humiliation, so I reckon you will be seeing as much of her pussy as you do of mine. And you won't be allowed to enter either of them! Oh, this is going to be so much fun!
I slept very little that night, dreading what humiliation and degradation I was going to suffer at the hands of my wife and ex wife, and their lovers.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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