Plans Interrupted: The Humiliation

Plans Interrupted: The Humiliation

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The contrast of her slender white fingers across his ebony skin was the perfect parallel of what I knew of my wife before tonight and what I was witnessing now. I watch her arms flex as she pulls him toward her naked body. His physical presence was only overshadowed by his raw sexuality as he mounted the bed at her head. Placing one knee of either side of her chest, he straddled my wife and smiled down at her as she ran her pink tongue across her red lips.

“You ready for a real thrill slut.” He said as he gripped his dark shaft at the base and rubbed it across one of her swollen nipples.

“MMMMM, please sir,” she purred as her hands ran across the tops of his muscular thighs, her eyes never leaving his.

Jim took both her breasts in his large dark hands and gripped them tightly. Capturing her nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand, he twisted and pulled them roughly as he stared deeply into her eyes. He held her gaze until she closed her eyes tightly and rolled her head back on the pillow. Her mouth fell open and a small gasp escaped her lips as he pulled both nipples toward him, stretching them to their limits. With a sadistic smile, he rolled is palms inward and upward. I stared at her nipples as they stretched and curved over his fingers. Slowly, but steadily, Jim twisted them until they wrapped almost encircled his black fingers completely. Shelly thrashed her head side to side as a keening shriek filled the room. Jim merely chuckled as he used his new handles to swing Shelly’s tits in small circles. Shelly kicked her heels on the bed and bit her lower lip, but did not protest his abuse.

As this dark giant mauled my wife’s tits, I felt my cock pulse against the bindings that held it against my thigh. Though I had never before had thoughts of doing something like this myself, I realized that I was excited as I watched my wife’s tits being punished. As I stared at her tits swaying and slapping against each other, I noticed that her sharp squealing had leveled out and was replaced with low moaning. Obviously, I was not the only one enjoying this.

I watched as Shelly reached around her swinging tits and greedily reached for his large cock with both hands. With one hand at its base, she stroked up his shaft with the other. Her fingertips barely met as she smoothed his pre-cum over his oversized glans. She stroked his entire shaft slowly as if she were mentally memorizing each and every inch of his cock. He gave a soft grunt as my wife worked his shaft reverently. Though he was savoring this adoration, he never relented in his mauling of her nipples.

A crimson flush blossomed on her chest as her heavy tits swung back and forth under her straining nipples. She ran her bottom hand from the base of his cock to heft his large balls. Rolling the large balls in her tiny hand, she began to milk his cock in earnest, her breaths getting faster and deeper with her building excitement.

“That’s it baby. Rub Daddy’s balls. Feel how full they are. Full of cum that’s gonna fill that slutty white pussy,” he said as he released her nipples. Falling from his grip, Shelly’s tits jiggled on her chest slightly. Her nipples, turgid and dark from the abuse he had administered, stood rigid atop her heaving breasts. I couldn’t tear my eyes from them as I watched them practically vibrating as her whole body trembled under this dark giant.

With a quick movement, the black man grabbed her hands away from his cock and balls. Lowering his face closer to hers, he commanded her to grab her breasts and hold them together tightly. With a quizzical look, she obeyed without question and pushed her full breasts together. He then guided his slick, hard cock between them and began to fuck it back and forth. Shelly strained her eyes to watch as he slowly worked his cock back and forth between her large, pale globes. Leaning into each stroke, his bulbous cockhead soon pushed past the top of her tits and began to bump into her chin.

“Now be a good little slut and open that mouth up baby,” he said as he moved up even further.

Without waiting on her response he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up as far as he could. With her neck bent sharply, Shelly’s eyes widened in fear. Once again, my manhood returned and I pulled at my restraints. Before I could voice a protest, I saw the fear in her eyes melt into a sexual hunger as she flicked out her tongue and ran it along the underside of his large head. She ran her tongue out to its limit and then slowly pulled it back toward the tip, capturing a sticky drop of his excitement as she did. With a seductive grin, she brought it back to her mouth and smacked her lips as she tasted him for the first time. Her eyes, filled with lust, never left his.

“MMMM…so that’s what black men taste like,” she purred. She quickly cut her eyes over to me to be sure that I had heard. Satisfied that I had heard and was watching, she strained her head back toward his cock and extended her lips to capture his cock again.

Jim wasted no time and began to stroke his large tool back and forth between Shelly’s tits. Each thrust pushed more and more of his cock into Shelly’s mouth. Craning my neck, I watched as he fucked my wife’s tits and mouth. Shelly ran her tongue out and held it firmly against the bottom of his cock as he worked it back and forth. Thankfully, Shelly’s large tits were keeping the last five inches of his cock from entering her mouth, but that still left five thick inches for her to handle.

With her lips stretched thin around his thick cock, she began to moan around his shaft as he worked more and more of it into her hungry mouth. The veins on her temple thickened with her efforts as she strained to take as much of this thick, black monster as she could. Her tongue bathed the underside of his shaft as she opened her mouth and throat for this stranger. I looked on in wonder and disbelief as she had seldom initiated oral with me, but here she was, sucking greedily on this stranger as if she hungered for it. I knew then that this was not an effort to “get it over with”.

As my own cock throbbed with the vision of Shelly slobbering and sucking on this black cock, I was surprised when Jim released Shelly’s head and it flopped back to the pillow. His cock fell out of her mouth with an almost audible “pop”. Without pause, he grabbed one of her wrists and pulled her up as he rolled off of her chest.

“Let me get more comfortable bitch and let’s see just how much dick you can swallow,” Jim said as he turned and sat at the head of the bed with his back resting on the headboard. Still holding her wrist in his large hand, he pulled her around and captured her head with his other hand. Again, he grabbed her roughly by the back of her head and filled his grip with a handful of her hair. He pulled her head back to his throbbing cock and slid his large cockhead along her lips. Shelly opened her mouth and pushed her head down on it, regaining the five inches of cock she had before. The sudden thrust of her mouth over the large shaft made a wet slurping sound that washed across me.

With her mouth impaled on his rigid shaft and her head held firmly, Shelly placed her hands on his hips for support. With her hands and his cock supporting her upper body, she arched her back and wiggled her ass in the air. Looking at her sexy ass sway, I noticed that one of the stays on her garter had released and the hose on that leg had sagged down to her knee. My gaze ran up her other thigh and saw that Eddie’s come had run down her leg and coated the top of her other stocking. I knew that I should have been enraged by this sight. I willed myself to shout out my anger at this group of deviants. Yet, I could only stare at Shelly acting like a cheap whore, wishing that I could move closer and see it all up close.

My body must have been telegraphing my thoughts as I felt the scary, skinny guy clasp my shoulder and say laughingly, “Don’t worry old man. I can tell you want a better view. Let me move you up closer.” I suddenly felt him grab the chair and lean me back sharply. Out of reflex, I strained forward as he pulled the chair backward. He grabbed my shoulder again and pulled me back harshly, my back slapping firmly against the chair rails. I did not attempt to fight as he pulled me, still bound to the chair, to the end of the bed.

“Hey man, pull that chest over here,” he said to Tattoo.

I turned and saw Tattoo drag Shelly’s cedar chest over and behind me. Skinny raised my chair upright and I started to turn back to the scene on the bed. With surprise, I felt the chair lean back again and stop when I reclined at about a forty-five degree angle. Tattoo and Skinny walked back in my field of vision and grinned down at me.

“Now you got a good view dude,” Skinny said as he shook his head and laughed.

I swiveled my head back and forth trying to see what held me, but quickly realized that they had left me leaning back on the chest. Satisfied that I would not fall backward, I turned my attention back to the bed.

The first sight I saw was Shelly’s upturned ass and leaking pussy. Her swollen wet pussy lips hung open, a mixture of her juices and Eddie’s cum leaking out from between them. I felt my mouth water as I recalled the last time I licked and sucked on that sexy cunt. I felt the shame return as I remembered how Shelly had rode my face with these men watching. Cursing myself inwardly, I told myself that I might never lick her again as I saw another rivulet of their mixed cream dribble out of her. But, my cock throbbed again and I felt another drop of my own excitement dribble down my thigh. Try as I might, I could not will my body to stop responding to my wife’s slutty behavior. To add insult to it all, she was obviously enjoying everything these strangers were doing to her.

Shamefully, I turned back to watch and wonder what would happen next. Looking past her leaking pussy, I saw her tits hanging down and swaying back and forth as she her head plunged up and down on Jim’s cock. From this angle, I could see that she was taking about two thirds of his cock now. The sight of her full tits swaying and her mouth devouring more and more of this monster was……hell, it was amazing! Like most men that had been married for a while, I had fantasies; fantasies that I had always kept to myself. Well, here before my eyes, was something beyond even my wildest fantasies.

Looking toward the head of the bed, I noticed that Jim was no longer forcing her head onto his cock. She was devouring this cock all on her own.

Saliva coated his black pole and her chin as she raised her head until just the tip of his thick cock was between her lips. I heard her inhale deeply and wondered if she had had enough. The sinking feeling of disappointment at this thought quickly evaporated as I watched her force her head down fiercely once more. Her lips stopped yet again with two inches or so of his cock still left. I began to tell myself that she had gave it a valiant effort when I saw her lips tremble and seem to open even wider. Her chin shuddered slightly as her neck muscles tensed and then, “POP”. Simultaneously, the last few inches of black cock disappeared under her lips and the top of her throat bulged slightly.

Jim groaned loudly as I watched her hold her lips firmly around the base of his cock. Her throat muscles rippled as she swallowed his load. I watched as his balls rose up and down in his sac several times as he pumped his load straight down her throat. All the while, she kept her lips held firmly against the base of his cock.

The room was deathly still as a low moan began in Shelly’s chest. Slowly, she raised her head off the still hard cock. Inch by wet inch, the cock escaped her swollen lips and shined in the bedroom light, slick with her spit. As the tip fell from her lips, she lowered her head back to it and gave it a soft kiss.

“That’s how much I can take Sir,” she said as she looked him in the eyes and licked her wet, swollen lips. “Don’t go anywhere. I still want that monster in my married, white pussy. After all, you promised,” she said with a mock pout.

“Don’t you worry babe. There’s still plenty of time left for that,” he assured.

She lowered her ass and sank back on her heels as she let him get up and off the bed. Sitting on the bed alone, she looked around and caught my eye.

“Well now hubby. How did you like that?” she said as she twisted around and reclined on the bed. She spread her stocking clad legs and ran her hand down to her pussy as she arched her eyebrows expectantly, awaiting my answer.

I stared at her hand as she slowly rubbed her clit with her fingers. Swollen and dark with her excitement, it popped up between her fingers as she slowly stroked them up and down in a languid caress.

Not sure how to answer her question, I sat there silently, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

Impatient with my silence, she stopped her hand and snapped her fingers in my direction. “I asked you a question! How did you like watching these men fuck me? Did you enjoy watching these strangers fuck your wife?” she asked in a firm, demanding tone.

“You guys might as well kill me now. If you don’t, then I’m going to eventually find you all and kill you,” I said with as much courage as I could. Sure, I had heard Shelly’s question and even recognized the accusing tone she had used when asking it. Yet, my mind and ego could not formulate a response. Instead, I made a threat that sounded as weak and ludicrous as I now must look.

Laughter erupted through the room as all four of the men laughed at me and my attempt at being a man again. My heart sank as I realized that Shelly, my wife, was also laughing along with them.

She stopped rubbing her clit and rose up on her hands and knees. The feline lines of her back and hips undulated as she crawled down the bed toward me. Her amber eyes captured mine as she fixed me in her sight. I felt my heart beat quicken as she approached, her lips smiling wickedly.

“Tell me now…. Tell me how much you enjoyed watching these strangers take my body, use it like I was just another girl they picked up at the bar. Used your wife right in front of your eyes,” she said, creeping ever closer to me.

Like a fish out of water, my lips opened and closed, but no words came. I lowered my gaze, my resolve withering under the domineering tone of her voice as she crept closer to my reclined and bound body. I felt her presence very close as my head moved slightly side to side in a weak attempt to escape her piercing gaze. Her musky perfume wafted over me, mixed with the hot scent of sex and her excitement. Just then, I felt my cock stiffen against its restraints as my balls pulled tightly in my sac. “Oh no”, I thought, “Not now….please no!” And then it happened.

The ties dug into my cock as it swelled and released stream after stream of cum. I felt each searing squirt as it erupted from of my dick and onto my thigh. Opening my eyes, I watched it run down my leg and onto the seat. Cruel, feminine laughter stung my ears as I watched my own cum, still flowing downward toward my balls. In my reclined and bound condition, I was helpless to stop it as it pooled around my balls, the wetness quickly cooling in the draft from the ceiling fan.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Shelly snapped. Like a cold slap to the face, her words cut through the fog of my embarrassment and my head snapped up to face my wife. “Now let’s get something clear Kyle. First, I’ve seen those porn sites you’ve been looking at when I’m out with the kids.”

“Oh shit!” I thought.

“Oh yes. You really didn’t think that I was so stupid that I didn’t know how to check our computer’s history. I’ve seen all the shit you’ve been looking at you pervert,” she chided as I felt my chin drop to my chest. “I even got Julie’s lawyer boyfriend, Stan, to come over and witness what you’ve been doing while I’ve been taking care of the children.”

Julie was one of Shelly’s best friends. After her divorce, she had started dating her divorce lawyer and he was one vicious mother fucker. I had heard that he had never lost a case. I even knew several men around town that were very poor after he had represented their wives in divorce court. My heart sank at the realization of where this was going.

“Well, I was embarrassed as hell sitting there with Stan while he brought up every nasty site you had been on. Sitting in my own house while he brought up site after site, I was mortified as he went through it all. I was crying and about to fall apart when he called me over. You can’t imagine how low I felt when he told me what he saw”, she berated me as she leaned toward me. Her eyes were filled with hate as her words sliced through me. Sitting in a pool of my own cum, I shrank back as I felt my world crumbling away.

The fire in her eyes burned bright as she saw that her words had cut me to the core. I sat and did the only thing I could….I took it.

Then her face softened and her eyes filled with a twinkle. “Stan showed me that almost all of the sites you were spending your time on were cuckold sites”, she said as she gave a small giggle. “Well, I didn’t even know what that meant, but Stan explained it all to me. Imagine how I felt. My manly husband got off on the idea of wives being fucked in front of their husband by other men. How sick was that?” she said as she looked about the room at the smiling naked men.

“I was crushed! But, you know what? At that point, I made up my mind. If that’s what turns you on, then that’s what you deserve. Not just the fantasy, but the cold hard reality”, she said as she reached out and pulled my falling chin back so that I was again looking into her eyes. “Now, answer me or it’s all over!”

“I guess I did”, I stammered weakly.

“You did what?” she yelled.

“I enjoyed watching you with those men,” I whispered to her.

“I know you did Kyle. You’re sitting in a pool of your own cum wimp,” she said as she pointed one crimson nailed finger at my balls. I lowered my eyes to my lap to see my softening cock and the puddle of cum seeping past my balls, the cool fluid flowing between the cheeks of my ass.

“Let me tell you something else. Stan was very comforting that day. Too bad you weren’t there to watch,” she said with a knowing smile.

With that last jibe, she turned to Skinny who was standing close to the bedside table.

“Looks like hubby here needs help in getting ready for round two. I’m not going to give him the benefit, so hand me that penis pump,” she said with a smirk. “It’s that clear cylinder with the hose attached,” she said as he looked at the table quizzically.

Skinny walked over to her with his long thin cock swaying. “What is that thing?” he asked as he handed it to Shelly.

“It’s to give a guy help in getting a hard-on. Hubby here thinks it also makes his bigger,” she explained to Skinny as he stood close with a puzzled look. She reached out for his cock and gave it a gentle tug as she added, “Wish it had worked. Look how small he is compared to you guys.”

Skinny stood dumbly as Shelly gave his cock one last squeeze before she bent toward me with the pump. Her soft, long fingers unwrapped my cock from its bindings. As she untied the constraints, my cock drooped down, the head dropping into the remains of my cum.

Shelly laughed and turned to Skinny, “Pathetic isn’t it.”

Placing the open lip of the tube under my cockhead, she scooped it into the cylinder and pushed it firmly into my groin. Holding the cylinder in one hand she began to jack Skinny’s cock with the other. “Be a dear and grab the pistol grip for me,” she directed him as her hand slowly milked his cock up and down. Quickly he grabbed the plunger and stood there looking at Shelly’s tits sway as her hand stroked his long cock up and down.

“Pump it until I tell you to stop,” she directed Skinny. Her hand stroked down once more then continued south and cupped his balls as she took his cock in her mouth. With her hand busy rolling his balls around, her weight shifted and the cylinder pressed harshly into my groin. I felt the rounded edge of the tube dig deeply into my crotch.

A smile crept across Skinny’s face as Shelly began to work more and more of his thin cock into her mouth. Having taken Jim’s black monster before, she obviously would not have trouble with his long thin tool. Just as this thought crossed my mind, she plunged her head downward and took it all the way to the base. She moaned as she held her lips firmly against the base of his cock, her throat making swallowing motions as it massaged the length of it. Skinny gave a low moan as she worked his cock hungrily.

Slowly, Shelly began working her head up and down the thin length of his cock. All the while, he moaned and worked the pump. I felt the blood rushing into my cock as the pump pulled a vacuum in the cylinder. The “FOOF….FOOF….FOOF” of the pump working in Skinny’s hand mixed with his moans as he closed his eyes and let my wife fuck her face onto his dick.

I watched Shelly massage his balls with a milking action as she once again sucked him into her throat and hummed around his shaft. My cock swelled with each pump as Skinny worked the lever faster and faster. I nervously eyed my cock, purple and swollen in the cylinder, as I felt the skin of my shaft stretching uncomfortably. And still he worked the pump again and again. My eyes began to water as the pain burned through my cock. Finally, I gasped out, “Please. That’s enough.”

Interrupted by my plea, Skinny opened his eyes and stared into mine. I saw a dark, evil twinkle in them as his lips curled up in a sneer. Instead of telling me to shut the fuck up, or some other witty reply, he merely held my gaze and raised the pump towards me. Slowly, deliberately, he squeezed the pump once more and laughed. Just as he started to give it another slow pump, Shelly pulled off of his cock and looked into my lap at my swollen cock encased in the tube.

She placed her hand on his arm and told him, “Just hold it a minute.” She leaned even closer and inspected my dick. The veins stood out along its length and the once pale skin had turned an angry purple. “Give it four more pumps,” she said as I opened my mouth to protest. “And not a fucking word out of you!” she snapped as she looked up at me with a stern expression. I wisely shut my mouth as I realized that my wife and these men held all the cards. Protesting would only make it worst, I told myself.

Skinny laughed loudly as he gave the pump five more pumps. Shelly laughed and told him, “Naughty boy.” With a chuckle, he dropped the brass pistol grip to the floor. As it fell, the weight of it tugged the cylinder and a stab of pain shot through my swollen cock. I bit my lip to silence the groan that attempted to escape my lips.

Satisfied for the moment, Shelly pulled Skinny toward the bed, using his cock as a leash. Though I could tell that dark, evil thoughts filled his head, he allowed Shelly to direct him. He stood obediently by the bed as she climbed back on it, positioning herself so that her legs were toward the headboard. I saw her knees spread wide as she hung her head over the lower edge of the mattress.

“Get that big, black dildo please,” she directed the slender man.

Eddie, who had been watching all of this, handed Skinny the big piece of rubber. It swayed up and down as the slender man held it in his hands. His eyes looked up and down my wife as she lay before him. I could see the shadow of his dark thoughts as his hand reached out and cupped her large breast.

“Now climb up here and let me finish sucking that nice lean, cock while you fuck me with that big, black dildo,” she told him as she pulled him back toward her eager mouth.

Wasting no time, he moved between her head and my bound position. I watched my wife open her mouth as he pushed his cock between her lips and into her waiting mouth. In this position, I knew he could fuck her mouth and throat easily. It wasn’t a minute later when he did just that as his balls slapped over her nose and eyes with the first deep thrust.

I watched as, having seated his cock in her throat, he leaned over her prone body and started to work the large dildo into her cunt. As he began to pump his hips, I could see his shoulder working the dildo back and forth as Shelly pulled her knees up further. The wet slurping sound of his cock fucking her throat made my cock pulse in the tube. Again, I felt shamed as I felt my cock responding to my wife acting like a whore. But, I felt my excitement building in my painful dick. I envisioned the large black dildo stretching her pussy and remembered having purchased it with that vision in my mind. And now, I , I couldn’t see it. That honor befell a stranger.

Lost in this thought, I felt a sudden surge pull at my dick. Already in pain, I felt a searing pain as I heard a “FOOF”. I pulled my eyes away from the sight of Shelly being throat-fucked and looked down at the clear cylinder. And then I saw what had caused the pain. Shelly had picked up the pistol grip and held it in her tiny hand. Looking below Skinny’s swinging balls, I saw her eyes light up as she gave the pump a quick squeeze.

My eyes pleaded with hers as my cock swelled even more, feeling as if it would explode like a stick of dynamite. My ears heard her moan loudly and deeply, louder than any of her previous ones. Then I saw her fingers tighten on the grip again as she worked the lever slowly again.

Flashes of light filled my field of vision. I shut my eyes against the burning pain.

The pain blossomed in my mind mirroring the swelling in my cock. It consumed my every thought, except one. A tiny pinpoint of understanding began to grow in the darkness of my self-pity. It burned and grew, pushing away the fog of agony. I watched as it took shape and raced to the forefront of my mind.

The pain I was experiencing was nothing compared to that which I had inflicted on Shelly. True, I had never inflicted any physical harm to her. But, by my actions and selfishness, I had hurt her far more deeply. I looked down at her and saw her cold, hard eyes as I finally realized what was happening.

It would be simple for her to walk out on me. Easy for her, but it would also be relatively too easy on me. No, Shelly was not going to be satisfied with just leaving me. Shelly was going to use that which I had hurt her with to destroy me. With shame and anguish filling my heart, I shut my eyes, my breath ragged with grief.

And that’s when I heard it again.

“FOOF….FOOF….FOOF”

(Part 5 to come…..)