In chapter one, I related how I succumbed to the instructions of Mistress Sarah during a business trip to Chicago . At her direction, I ordered room service and answered the door wearing only a towel, which accidentally fell away exposing my nakedness to Denziel, the nineteen-year-old, black room service delivery boy.
That evening I allowed Denziel to enter me, without protection and ejaculate inside me. I climaxed three times as this teenager pummeled my little pussy with his large black cock.
I also relayed how Denziel seemed to enjoy disrespecting me, and even humiliating me. He obviously had no respect for me. And for some strange reason, being treated like a nasty little slut excited me.
In chapter two, I told you about my husband’s and my relationship. I told you how Jim shared me with other men on occasion, often with young college students. But Jim had one rule: I was not allowed to ‘party on my own’. Jim’s rule is that I needed his permission before getting involved with anyone. And on this night in Chicago , I violated this rule with a room service delivery boy.
In chapter two, I related how I confessed my transgression to my husband. I confessed it in excruciating detail. And although he was furious, the details of what happened at the hotel, aroused Jim. I am forced to face my assailant:
About a month later, Jim brought the subject up again.
“The guy you fucked in Chicago, do you still have his telephone number?”
“Denziel? I think it is more accurate to say, he fucked me, rather than I fucked him. And he fucked me up pretty good with you, too, if I recall,” I replied nervously. I was still ashamed of my actions that night.
“Regardless, do you have his number?”
Strangely, I had kept the card that he wrote his cell phone number on it. It was in my purse.
“I do still have his number. Why?”
“I want you to call him and see if he would be willing to get together with the two of us.”
I was shocked at this suggestion. “Why would you want to get together with him?” I asked with a confused tone.
Jim responded, “I want to meet him. He is the only person who has fucked my wife who I have not met. I want to meet the man who got you to do this.”
“Are you serious? He is in Chicago. You would actually fly up to Chicago to meet him?”
I felt my pulse quicken at the thought of making the call. “What would I say to him?” I asked.
My humiliation was being taken to a new height. I did not understand it, but I was suddenly aware of my clitoris. The thought of talking to this young man again frightened me; but it also aroused me.
Jim instructed me to make the call, and gave me some guidelines about what to say. My hands were literally shaking as I dialed the phone.
On the third ring, he answered.
“Denziel, this is Cindy B. You probably don’t even remember me, but you delivered me some cake to my room at the Westin Hotel about a month ago and you gave me a lot more chocolate than just a piece of cake. Do you remember?”
“Damn, who is this really?”
“This is Cindy. I was in room 1956, wearing a towel when I answered the door, and you took care of me, several times. Remember?”
“Is ‘dis really you? Are you back in town?”
“Yes it is me. And no, I am not back in town. But my husband and I are going to be back in Chicago soon, and I wanted to see if we could get together for a drink. He wants to meet you.”
“What the fuck! Your husband wants me meet me? Are you fuckin’ nuts girl? You told him about me? You crazy. This is fuckin’ crazy, bitch.”
“I tell my husband everything. And he understands. He is not pissed at you at all. He just wants to meet you.”
Denziel’s apprehension was obvious.
“I don’t know.”
I paused for a moment trying to construct a response. I decided that the best option was to tell the truth. I simply said, “Well that is not true; I do know. My husband occasionally let’s me be with other men. But he always knows who they are ahead of time. You are the only man I have been with that he has not met. I guess he wants to see who was able to fuck me without getting his permission first. “
“Are you fuckin’ with me? You serious?”
“Yes, do you want to speak with him?”
There was an extended pause in the conversation as Denziel tried to process what was being said. “So he is not pissed? He is not coming here to put a bullet in my ass? He is not coming here to fuck me up?”
“No, not at all. In fact, if you are cool with it, he wants to see you and I together again, only this time with a condom. You see, he likes sharing me with other men, but he insists they wear protection.”
I paused for a moment before continuing, “If you do not want to see me again, that is OK. But he wanted me to make the offer.”
“Your husband told you to call me and offer to fuck me while he watches? Seriously? He wants to watch me fuck his woman? What’s he gonna be doing while I fuck you, spanking his monkey?”
“Yes, he wanted me to make this call. I know it sounds weird but it is true. He’ll probably just watch. And no, he won’t be masturbating while he watches. He’ll get his later, probably after you leave. I know it sounds weird. If this is too much for you, just say so. I’ll understand.”
The conversation continued like that for about fifteen minutes. Denziel was clearly very apprehensive, but he also seemed to be intrigued. I sensed the idea of pounding my pussy again while my husband observed his prowess had some appeal. We discuss this for a while until Denziel finally agreed to meet us at a bar a few blocks from the Westin hotel where Denziel had used me a month earlier.
I hung up and reported back to Jim that the arrangements had been made for this coming Friday. That evening, Jim made flight and room reservations for the following weekend. He booked us in the same hotel where Denziel had taken me a month and a half earlier.
Jim instructed me to not masturbate until after we returned from our Chicago adventure. I would be 6 days without having had an orgasm when we flew to Chicago this weekend. Jim wanted me primed and ready. For me, six days was a long time between orgasms. I would be climbing the walls by Friday.
Friday afternoon we headed to DFW airport, boarded our flight and headed off on our adventure.
On the plane, I took Jim’s hand and said, “I am sorry I did not get your permission before letting Denziel fuck me. I promise, I will never violate your rules again. Thank you for not ‘kicking me to the curb’ over this. I love you so much, and I will do anything you ask of me.”
“Cindy, I love you too. But I have to know you belong to me. Even when I loan you to other men, I need to know you still belong to me.”
“Oh god, Jim, I do. You own me. I am yours totally. I could not stand it if you ever abandoned me. I am yours and no one else’s. I will go with whomever you tell me and let them do whatever you allow, but I am yours.”
I started to cry as I squeezed his hand. I meant every word I said.
We landed, caught a taxi, and checked into our room. Jim instructed me to call Denziel and confirm our date at the bar Denziel had selected. We were set to meet that evening at 8 p.m.
Jim instructed me to bathe, shave ‘my parts’ while he selected my outfit.
When I finished bathing, I exited the bathroom wearing the robe provided by the hotel. Lying on the bed was the black halter sundress Jim had selected. Nearby were a pair of nylons that required no garters to stay up, and a pair of high heel pumps. It was not surprise that there were no panties for me to wear. I would be going ‘commando’ tonight.
I dressed as Jim watched.
Also, on the bed was a box of a dozen ‘magnum condoms’ in a gift bag. Jim told me that I was to give this ‘gift’ to Denziel when we arrived, and instruct him that if he wanted to enter me tonight, he would need to wear these.
“But a dozen?” I asked.
“I did not want him to run out,” Jim said with a wry smile.
Jim then handed me a felt tipped pen. I looked at him somewhat bewildered.
“Write ‘Jim’s pussy’ on yourself, just like you did for Sarah.”
I blushed at being reminded of that fateful night. I was ashamed at how badly I had behaved and how I had responded to Denziel. But the memory of being fucked like that, and used by him like I had been still excited me. Just the memory had my vagina starting to lubricate.
I nodded and took the pen.
“OK, but she called me her cunt, not her pussy.”
“I know. But I think pussy is a nicer term. That is my pussy. And you are my woman. I want Denziel to see that. I do not want there to be any doubt in his mind who you belong to.”
I did as instructed as Jim watched. I raised the hem of my dress and neatly printed ‘Jim’s pussy’ on my shaved mound. My hands were shaking as I printed ‘Jim’s pussy’ on my bare vulva. I could feel myself starting to leak already in shameful anticipation of being shared. As humiliating as it was to think about, the thought of being used by my ebony young friend was arousing me already.
“Are you going to join in tonight, or just watch?” Jim has been known to do both when he shared me previously.
“I don’t know. I will see how the evening goes. I am not even certain I am sharing you yet. I want to see if this guy deserves to have you again,” Jim said, indicating that this would a ‘play it by ear’ sort of night. He was not committing to anything without meeting Denziel first.
I wanted to prepare Jim for what we might encounter tonight. Jim has shared me with numerous men of all races over the years. Both Jim and I had previously enjoyed black men pleasuring me. There was something visually stimulating seeing the contrast of our skin color. But typically, these were actually college students at a local university. And such, they were educated, intelligent and were of an economic status similar to Jim’s and my own. Denziel was not like these college boys we enjoyed previously.
“Jim, this is not the type of guy we typically party with. He is a little rougher around the edges than you are used to, and not as well educated as the college boys you typically select or as our ‘friends’. I don’t know why I reacted the way I did with him; he is really not my type.”
“I know. You went ‘slumming’. I get it. I want to see you do it again. I want to understand what turns you on about this guy,” Jim replied.
“You mean other than his eight-inch long and two-inch thick, jet black cock?” I said, trying to make a joke.
“Yeah, other than that.”
I paused for a moment and then verbalized my thoughts.
“Jim, I cannot explain why I came so hard and so easily with him. There wasn’t a deep connection of any sort. He acted like he did not even really like me that much. He certainly did not respect me. Do you remember what I told you that he did immediately before he entered me the very first time?”
Jim looked at me with interest and merely shook his head.
I took a deep breath, before continuing. “He knelt between my thighs, and he took his huge black cock and slapped it against my clitoris six or seven times. Not really hard, but just hard enough to make me moan a bit each time he did it. He made it clear that he was not wearing a condom. And right before he entered me, he made me ask, no really beg him to fuck me. No one had ever done that before, or since. I felt like he was doing these things to sort of degrade me, or to make sure I knew I was his nasty little slut that night.”
I paused and then continued. “But, Jim, I actually almost came while he was slapping his dick against my vulva. Each time he took his dick and slapped my pussy with it, it was like he sent an electrical shock through my clit. He had me begging for him to please put it inside me. I can’t explain it, but lying there with my legs splayed apart while this teenager slapped the huge black erection against my sloppy wet pussy almost drove me over the edge before he even tried to put the head in. And really, he was just a kid. I think he told me he was nineteen-years-old.”
I could see a large bulge forming in the front of my husband’s pants as he formed the mental image of Denziel slapping his dick against my vulva. The scene excited both of us. I liked exciting my husband this way.
“And Jim, do you remember what I told you happened after he made me cum, and pumped me full of his sperm. What he made me do then is even more degrading. I had told him that he needed to pull out before he ejaculated. He just laughed and fucked me harder until he came. But rather than pull out, he buried himself inside me ‘balls deep’ and pumped me full. I was pinned under him and I could feel him throbbing inside of me, deep in my womb as he pumped rope after rope of his sperm inside me. There was nothing I could do but accept his ropes of semen inside me.
“After he filled me full, he pulled out and he placed a pillow under my ass to elevate it and instructed me to lay there holding his ‘sperm inside me until he returned after his shift was over. I don’t know why I did it, but I did. I found it wildly exciting to be humiliated and degraded in that manner that evening. But honey, I did as he instructed. I lay there alone for about forty-five minutes holding his sperm inside me until he returned to fuck me again. I do not know why it turned me on so much, to be treated like that.
I could see from the tent in the front of Jim’s pants that he was now fully erect.
“Cindy, if you keep talking like that, I am going to have to fuck you right now.” Jim warned. He was right. Not only did my description of my first encounter with Denziel have him erect, it had me leaking down my legs. I wanted to fuck my husband right then, but we both decided that it would be better to wait.
We took a cab to the bar and arrived a few minutes past eight. I was already quite aroused when we arrived in front of Leroy’s Old Time Tavern. The bar was in the basement of an older red brick building. We descended the outside staircase and entered the dimly lit room. Immediately I realized we were the only Caucasians in the bar. There were a few Hispanics, but the majority of the clients were African American.
I felt every eye looking at Jim and me as we entered. Being the only white people, we stood out. I was nervous and I took Jim’s hand.
The place was clean. There were about a half dozen tables between a dance floor and the bar. The music was loud, but you could still talk if you leaned close to whomever you were trying to communicate. Several large black men were playing pool on two pool tables in the back room. They interrupted their game brief to check out the ‘hot white bitch’ (me) as I entered the bar. My eyes had not yet completely adjusted to the darkness as I tried to find Denziel.
Finally, I spotted Denziel sitting at a table with another black man. “There he is.”
I led Jim to the table and said, “Denziel, I would like you to meet my husband, Jim. Jim, this is Denziel.” Then I looked at the other man at the table. I looked back at Denziel and said, “I was expecting you to be alone.”
Initially, Denziel ignored my comment about the other man at the table and directed his attention to Jim He stood up to greet Jim. Jim was one or two inches taller than Denziel with slightly broader shoulders.
Jim and Denziel shook hands and exchanged niceties as we sat down. Denziel leaned over to me, placed two fingers under my chin to lift it up and kissed me briefly on the lips, and said, “Girl, you’re looking fine as ever.”
I assumed that by kissing me, Denziel was testing Jim’s reaction. Jim did not react.
I wondered what all these other black men sitting at the tables around us were thinking when this young black man kissed me in front of my husband. Did they suspect the bizarre relationship my husband and I have? Did they suspect that I was here to get fucked by this young black man? I concluded that not only did they suspect; I felt they likely knew why Jim and I were here.
The thought that these men all knew why Jim and I were in this bar embarrassed and excited me. I do not understand the reason, but having people know just how naughty I was planning to be tonight had a peculiar appeal. It aroused me.
Jim and I sat opposite each other since Denziel and the stranger were already sitting in the other two chairs. I wished I could have sat next to my husband. I would have felt safer and less vulnerable. As it was, I felt quite alone and isolated at my end of the table.
Denziel introduced us to his roommate, Tyrus.
I was taken aback by the Tyrus’s presence. I had not anticipated Denziel bringing a friend. This was an unexpected complication. I think Denziel sensed my hesitation.
“Tyrus is sort of my wing man. My back up in case your husband was not as cool with all this as you wanted me to believe.” Denziel and Tyrus exchanged a knowing glance before continuing. “Man, I just can’t get my head around your arrangement.”
We ordered drinks; I ordered a double vodka orange juice. I needed some alcohol, fast.
We stumbled through the awkward beginning of our conversation. It was clear that Tyrus knew about what happened between Denziel and me, and he understood that Jim was bringing me here tonight for a repeat performance.
Denziel broached the subject again by asking Jim, “So you know about me and your lady? I mean she told you what happened, and you’re cool with it?”
Jim simply nodded and said, “I believe she has shared every sorted detail. And yeah, we are cool.”
Denziel took a big swallow of his drink and continued, “I just don’t get it. Man, if someone fucked my bitch like that, I’d want to cap his ass. I would sure as fuck put a cap in her ass if she was answering the door flashing guys and shit.”
“I don’t expect you to get it. Our relationship is unique. But it works for us. I enjoy seeing her pleasured. I understand you did a good job of it too. It intrigues me how you pleased her so.”
“Yeah, she did go off like a roman candle when I was pounding her.” Turing to his friend, he said, “Tyrus, this bitch cums hard, and she’s a screamer.”
Jim interrupted the conversation, “Denziel, I assume you mean no disrespect, but let’s not call Cindy a ‘bitch’, especially when she’s sitting right here. OK?”
“Sure man, I’m down with that.”
Jim had established a bit of the pecking order by telling Denziel that tonight I was to be shown a bit more respect than he had shown me a month ago. I liked the fact that Jim did that.
Most men would have been insulted or threatened having these two black men discuss their wife’s sexual behaviors so openly. And most men would have been intimated being the only white man in a black bar. Jim was not most men.
Jim is an imposing man. He stands 6 ft. 3 inches tall, weighs 210 pounds, and has broad shoulders and large arms. He has been an avid weight lifter since college. Even though he is 44 years old, his physique clearly indicates that you do not want to fuck with him. He also exudes confidence without being arrogant or cocky in any way. God, I loved that man.
However, both Denziel and Tyrus were good sized men too, but neither were as physically imposing as my husband. I sensed both of them were just a little bit uneasy. Initially, both seemed to be concerned that Jim might be here to settle some score. Jim made it clear that was not the case.
We ordered another round of drinks and started to work through the awkwardness of our situation. I asked the waiter for another double screwdriver. I hope that two doubles would help relax me and loosen me up a but.
I studied both men’s faces. They were attractive with relatively refined features albeit youthful . Yes, they were really just boys who were here tonight to fuck a middle aged white woman. But they were attractive and nice enough.
“So you’re really okay with your wife and me?”
Jim smiled and said, “Yeah. How can I be upset with anyone coming on to her. I mean, look at her. And she did kind of provoke you, didn’t she? She told me that she answered the door wearing just a towel, right?”
“Yeah, I was mighty provoked all right, all nine inches of me was provoked right into that tight pussy” he said with a laugh.
Denziel might not refer to me as a bitch again tonight, but he was still pretty crass as he described what he had done to me at the hotel last month. Jim seemed to be OK with the direction the conversation was headed. In fact, he seemed to encourage it a bit as he allowed Denziel to describe my most intimate reaction to him to his friend.
I wondered what these two black men, who appeared to be just barely of legal age, thought about Jim and me. OK, I knew what they thought of me. I knew that they saw me as just a middle aged slut looking for some dark meat to feast on. I knew that they did not respect me. And as shameful as it is to admit this, I found their lack of respect somewhat stimulating. In the deep recesses of my psyche’, my shame and humiliation excited me. Something deep inside of me wanted to be their dirty little slut tonight while Jim watched over me and protected me.
But I also wondered, what did they think of Jim? Jim’s physical presence was intimidating. Jim did not fit the stereo-typical image of a weak, sissified cuckold who allowed black bulls to pleasure his lily white wife. In fact, he was pretty much the exact opposite of the stereo-type. But still, I felt that they could not understand, or respect, a white man that gave his wife to black strangers.
Jim was confident and in control. There was nothing weak or sissy about him. And truthfully, while it excited me on some level to be shamed and humiliated myself, I could not abide Jim being disrespected. And I knew, he would not tolerate either of us being disrespected either. I hoped these two young men understood that, or it would be an unpleasant evening.
“Cindy, don’t you have a present for Denziel?” he asked referring the gift bag full of over-sized condoms and tube of K-Y jelly I was holding.
I nodded and handed the bag to Denziel as I said, “If we do anything tonight, you need to use these.”
Denziel took the box of Trojans magnums out of the bag, and placed the box on the table for anyone to see. I was mortified.
“That is very nice of you, Cindy.” Turning towards his friend, he said, “Ty, I might let you use a couple of these tonight, too.”
“Denziel, please put those back in the bag.” I looked around and saw two men at the next table laughing knowingly as they looked at the box of prophylactics. There was no doubt in their mind, or anyone else’s, what was going to happen to me tonight. I had been brought to this bar by my husband to pick up my black bull for the evening. Or should I say ‘bulls’?
I was so embarrassed that every one knew that I was a middle aged white slut who would be fed some black cock.
I had been wondering if Tyrus would excuse himself once it was clear that Jim was not going to react badly. But he seemed to think he was invited to this party. And Jim seemed comfortable with both men being here. In fact, I sensed that Jim actually liked these two young men enough to loan me to both of them for a few hours. No, Tyrus was planning to be part of the party.
Jim confirmed that Tyrus was invited when he asked Tyrus, “Would you like to dance with my wife?”
Jim frequently invited men to dance with me in bars before inviting them to our room or home. I knew the ‘dance rules’ too. When I was on the dance floor with a man Jim had selected, I was not allowed to prevent them from touching me. I could try to verbally dissuade them from touching me, but I could not physically block their hands or remove their hands.
This often resulted in an interesting dynamic on the dance floor. Many men would ‘cop a quick feel’ to gauge my reaction. I would verbally tell them they should not be doing that, but I was not allowed to physically resist. Often times they would continue feeling me while others watched while I tried to convince them to stop without physically resisting. The fact that I was verbally discouraging them while physically allowing them to continue touching me served to heighten the excitement of being fondled in public; both mine and theirs.
Since Jim invited Tyrus to dance with me, I knew he intended to let both men have me tonight. And they had 12 condoms to do it with. I was going to be a very sore little girl in the morning.
I took a large sip to finish my cocktail before being led to the dance floor by this young black stallion. The two double screwdrivers were beginning to work. I was starting to feel a bit ‘light headed’ already. Two to three drinks were typically my limit. I have the equivalent of four drinks already now.
As I left the table I asked, “Jim, would you order another drink for me?” I did not just want to relax, I wanted to eliminate all my inhibitions.
We moved to the center of the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me close, grasping my buttocks with his large black hands. He ran his hand under my dress and cupped my bare ass. “Girl, you ain’t got no drawers on.”
“Be good there young man. We are in a public place. Don’t be flashing my ass to everyone. We’ll get thrown out of here,” I cautioned, but allowed him to feel my ass.
I felt his cock pulse against my upper abdomen as he pressed himself against me. I wished I was taller so that his cock would grind against my pelvis; but at 5 ft. 4 inches tall, his larger frame simply towered over me. His erection was not able to contact my vulva.
He brought one hand up to the side of my breast and started to feel me up.
“You need to behave. There are too many people around to get too frisky in here” I admonished him again. But he did not listen.
“I am behaving. If I wasn’t behaving I’d lift you up right now and fuck you on the dance floor. I am on my best behavior” he said as he continued to grind his growing erection into my belly. I looked over at Jim and Denziel as they watched me getting ‘felt up’ on the dance floor. They seemed to enjoy what they were witnessing.
Tyrus leaned forward and kissed me. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue in my mouth as he teased my nipple with his large fingers. He had pulled the hem of my dress up so that the very bottom of my buttocks was visible to those sitting at the tables adjacent to the dance floor. I heard several ‘hoots’ and ‘whistles’ from the gallery as they enjoyed the show.
I was starting to respond to his touch and kiss when the song ended. We returned to the table, but rather than allow me to sit on my chair, he pulled me on to his lap.
I could feel his dick throbbing against my bare bottom as Tyrus placed his hand on my inner thigh.
“Denz, did you know that your lady ain’t got drawers on,” Tyrus announced loud enough for the next table to hear.
Denziel responded, “I told you she was wicked hot and nasty.”
I spotted my drink and asked Jim to hand it to me. I took a long swallow as Tyrus ran his fingers further up my inner thigh.
“Ty, you need to behave. There are people around. Jim tell this young man to be good. He’s getting a little carried away here. Denziel, tell your friend to settle down” I pleaded looking for some support from the other two men at the table. I kept my legs together preventing him from actually reaching my vagina.
His cock pulsed against my ass again.
Jim smiled and asked, “Well what exactly is Ty doing that concerns you?”
With his fingers trapped between my thighs, I looked at my husband and said, “He is trying to finger fuck your wife right here at the table.”
Jim looked at Denziel, and then back at Tyrus. Took a sip of his drink and said, “Okay, I think we need some type of compromise here. Tyrus, if Cindy gives you one nice kiss and lets you feel how wet you are making her, will you behave while we are at the table after that?”
Tyrus smiled broadly and said, “sounds like a deal”.
Jim looked at me and said, “Cindy, give him a kiss and let his see how wet you are.”
“Jim, there are people around.”
Jim just said, “Cindy”, indicating that I should comply. I opened my thighs and kissed Tyrus. Our tongues chased each other from mouth to mouth as his fingers found my wet opening. His middle finger slipped right inside me. I kept my eyes tightly closed, not wanting to know who was watching this shameful display.
I broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear. “Okay, a deal is a deal. You need to take your fingers out of me.”
I continued to look down, avoiding eye contact with anyone at the adjacent tables. My knees were about six inches apart. Tyrus’s arm was between my thighs. His hand was up, under my dress. No one glancing over at our table could mistake what was occurring. It was clear to any observer that he was fondling my vagina under my dress.
“This bitch gonna need some diapers she’s leaking so much.”
Jim ignored the ‘bitch’ comment. He and Denziel both just chuckled at my humiliation, watching with amusement as Tyrus continued to stimulate me. I could not keep from responding to his touch, despite the feeling of humiliation knowing that men and women were watching from adjacent tables while Tyrus ‘finger fucked’ me.
I tried to remain motionless, but I could not keep from rocking my hips slightly as Tyrus’s fingers were conducting massage at the very opening of my vagina. I bit my lower lip and tried not to respond. My arousal was growing. I started to hug Tyrus around the neck more tightly trying to sit still. I just could not remain motionless.
With Tyrus finger just inside my vagina I looked over at my husband and begged with a whimper “Jim, could we go somewhere a little less public? I will do whatever you ask of me, but take me out of here, please.”
Jim understood both what I needed and wanted. He could sense that I was at risk of ‘going off right’ there at the table.
Jim smiled, nodded and turned to Denziel, “Guys, would you like to join Cindy and me back at the hotel?”
Denziel responded, “That just don’t work for us. We both work at the Westin. Can’t go back there tonight when we are not working. No way to explain what we were doing there when we aren’t on duty. Why don’t you crash at our pad tonight?”
As Denziel spoke, Tyrus withdrew his fingers from between my legs. I closed my thighs together and adjusted the hem of my dress. I still could not look at the people at the adjacent tables. I stood up and walked over next to Jim. His arm came up around my waist and he patted my butt in a manner meant to convey that he loved me. I needed that reassurance now. I needed it badly.
“Where do you guys live? We don’t have a car, we took a cab to the bar,” Jim responded.
“We have a place about two blocks from here,” Denziel replied.
The idea of going to their place made me very uncomfortable. There was an element of safety back at the hotel It was clean, secure and I knew Jim could protect me in our hotel room. I did not know what I to expect back at their place. It was far more risky.
After a moment’s hesitation, Jim looked at me and asked, “Cindy, can you handle both of these men?”
I felt my face burning as I tried to answer. My voice quivered as I said, “I don’t know. Do you want me to?”
“Of course I do. I want to see them feed you all of the black dick you can handle.”
“You’re coming back with me, right? You aren’t sending me back with them alone, are you?” I feared being sent off with Tyrus and Denziel without Jim there to protect and support me. I was slightly inebriated now, and I was feeling a bit emotional.
Jim laughed, “Well you did not need me to protect you a month ago when you took care of Denziel; did she Denz?”
“No, she handled me just fine by herself,” Denziel returned the laugh.
I lowered my eyes in humiliation as they discussed that fateful night of a month ago when I was teased, degraded, fucked, and forced to hold Denziel’s semen inside my womb all evening. “I’ll do whatever you ask Jim,” I said softly.
“What? Cindy, I can’t hear you. You have to speak up.”
I looked up at all three men and repeated, “Jim, I will do whatever you ask. I am yours. You can give me to whomever you want.” I had long ago resigned myself to doing anything my husband asked. “But please don’t send me there alone. Stay with me.”
“Baby, I will stay with you. I want to be there while you accommodate my new good friends here. Finish your drink and I’ll pay the check.”
Jim paid the bill. Denziel and Tyrus led me up the stairs out of the bar. Every man in the bar knew I was being led to be bred by these two black bulls with my husband’s endorsement. Everyone knew I was a middle aged white woman who was going to be stretched open by large black dicks tonight. Not just one black dick, but two. Everyone knew what a nasty little slut I was tonight.
As soon as we reached street level, Tyrus lit a joint of marijuana, took a long hit and handed it to me. It had been decades since I smoked grass. I looked at Jim questioningly.
“Go ahead, take a hit. It may help you,” Jim instructed. Jim knew that marijuana not only lowered my inhibitions, he knew it also raised my libido considerably. Grass made me horny as hell.
I did as I was told. I took several more ‘hits’ as I walked the two and a half blocks to their apartment between Denziel and Tyrus. Jim walked a couple of paces behind us, watching these two men fondle me as we walked. Hands were on my ass and all over my breasts as we walked down the sidewalk.
I attracted some wickedly disapproving stares as my black studs felt me as we walked. Despite my humiliation, I could feel my lubrication leaking out of my, coating my inner thighs.
By the time I reached their apartment building, I could feel the beginning effect of the marijuana combined with the alcohol. I was feeling slightly light headed and euphoric.
We arrived at their third floor apartment. I stepped inside and was pleased to see that it was simple, but clean. The living area had a couch and recliner and one straight back chair. A flat screen TV hung on the wall.
As the door closed behind me, I heard the lock latch and the chain slide across its slider. I was locked inside with three men; my husband and my two bulls. It might have been the marijuana induced paranoia, but I felt as though the locks were designed to prevent my escape. I felt more like I was locked inside a cage with wild animals than it felt like the locks were there to protect me from dangers outside the apartment.
Jim took my hand and pulled me towards him. He placed his fingers under my chin and raised my face towards his. He kissed me deeply as he untied the halter strap from around my neck, lowering the top and exposing my perky, erect breasts. I had my arms around his neck and sucked his tongue deeply into my mouth as he teased my erect nipple.
At that moment, all I wanted was to continue kissing my husband and to take Jim inside me. I needed to be fucked by my husband, and to take his semen into my womb. I needed to make love to Jim. But that was not what was ‘in the cards’ for me tonight. No, tonight Jim was preparing me to breed repeatedly with these very young black men. And both my husband and I knew I would do precisely what Jim asked.
While he continued to kiss me, Jim then reached around behind me, unzipped the halter dress and let it fall to the floor. Jim guided me to step out of it, leaving the black halter dress on the floor. With the exception of my high heel pumps and my stockings, I was now naked.
Denziel moved behind me, and while I continued to kiss Jim, I felt his hand cup my ass and reach between my legs searching for my opening.
We momentarily broke our kiss, but I kept my arms wrapped around my husband’s neck. I did not want to let Jim go. I did not want Jim to let me go either. I needed to be held by him right now.
I whispered into Jim’s ear, “He is putting his fingers inside me.”
Jim looked into my eyes and said, “I know”.
By now, Denziel had the tips of two fingers inside me. He was wiggling his fingers just inside my opening from behind. He was nudging my legs apart with his knee. I was forced to squat to allow him the ‘access’ he was demanding, and Jim was allowing.
“What are you going to let them do to me?” I whimpered.
You may not understand this, but while on one level I really did not want to be degraded and used this way, the entire situation of my husband loaning me to these two black youths, who really did not respect, or even like me, was arousing me deeply.
“I am going to let them fuck you over, and over again, until they can’t get hard any more. I am going to let them fuck you raw. Is that okay with you?”
Jim’s words caused my heart to pound in my chest. He knew precisely the words that would excite me.
With my arms around Jim’s neck, and Denziel’s fingers inside the opening of my vagina, I looked over and saw Tyrus had removed his shoes, shirt and was stepping out of his pants. A large, thick purple-black dick hung 7 or 8 inches between his legs. It was thick and firm, but appeared to be too heavy to stand up on its own.
I looked back up at Jim, and with my voice shaking, I said, “If you want them inside your wife, I will take them, Jim. I will let them do anything you ask.”
Denziel’s fingers were opening me up as I hugged my husband. This entire situation was surreal.
I do not know if it was because of the marijuana, but I felt very emotional at this moment. I felt tears start to form in my eyes and my voice quaked as I begged, “Don’t let go of me. Hold me while they do it.”
I wanted my husband to hold me while he gave me to these men. I needed him to comfort me right now. I knew I was going to behave like a nasty slut, but I needed to be loved while I did it. I needed to be reassured that Jim loved me even while he let these men fuck me.
Denziel knelt behind me and pulled my hips backward slightly, forcing me to bend forward. Standing like this in my high heel pumps was difficult for me. I kept my hands on Jim’s shoulders to balance myself as Denziel’s two fingers invaded my uterus. He plunged two fingers inside me forcing me to grunt as I struggled to maintain my balance.
“Oh god, Jim, it feels like his entire fist is inside me…oh shit”
With Denziel kneeling behind me, I felt his fingers curling towards the front of my womb, finding that special spot on the front wall of my vagina that triggers my orgasm. I tried to keep my hands on Jim’s shoulders, but could not keep him from moving away from me, leaving me bend forward at the waist, while I was being fingered. Tyrus immediately stepped in front of me where Jim had been moments before. He placed one hand on my head and held his large erection in front of my lips. I knew what he wanted.
I looked over at Jim. My husband simply nodded and said, “do it”, instructing me to allow Tyrus to use my mouth.
I wrapped my tiny white fingers around the thick black shaft. I was amazed at how thick he was. My fingers barely encircled the black shaft.
I opened my mouth and struggled to take him inside my lips. But I could not open my jaw wide enough. He was simply too thick. I kissed the head, licked the head and pumped the shaft as his friend assaulted my womb with his fingers. Actually, I was using Tyrus’s erection to help me keep my balance.
Despite my shame at being treated like such a slut, I was responding to the fingers massaging my uterus. I could feel my vagina dilate, deep inside, telegraphing the extent of my arousal.
I stopped kissing and licking Tyrus’s cock, but continued to grasp it for balance. I was squatting and pushing back against the fingers buried deeply inside of me. I felt my climax approaching rapidly.
“Oh fuck, Jim, he is going to make me cum…oh fuck, I can’t help it…I am going to cum,” I screeched.
Bent over at the waist, Denziel’s fingers in my womb, balancing myself with Tyrus’s erection in my fist, I started to climax. I quaked and convulsed. I fought not to fall as these powerful waves of pleasure rocked me.
Denziel quickly removed his fingers from my vagina, leaving my dilated pussy to go through a series of spasms, searching for something to grasp.
Jim stood me up, and handed me the bag of condoms.
“Cindy, help your dates get properly dressed.”
Denziel protested, “Man we don’t need to wear those. It’s like showering with a raincoat.”
“I am afraid so. It’s either wear these or ‘no fucking my wife tonight’. It is that simple,” Jim responded.
After one or two more protests, both Denziel and Tyrus seemed to accept these terms and conditions. Jim nodded at me and repeated, “help your dates get dressed”.
Still trying to recover from my climax, I struggled to open the cardboard box and then struggled again with the tin foil wrapper. I felt the wetness seeping out of me as I finally tore the tin wrapper with my teeth. I waved Tyrus over to me. His large cock swung in front of him; it seemed too heavy to actually point up. I grasped the heavy shaft and placed the lubricated roll of latex in the large, purple head and started rolling it over the distinct ridge and down the shaft.
Tyrus filled the condom fully, stretching the beige latex almost to the breaking point.
I watched Denziel stripping while I placed the beige prophylactic on his friend. Denziel’s cock was slightly longer and harder but not quite as thick as Tyrus’s thicker, heavier cock. Denziel’s penis stood erect while Tyrus poked out and slightly down. Looking at Jim, I said, “I did not exaggerate the size of his erection, did I?”
“No, baby, you didn’t,” was Jim’s response, as he began shedding his clothes too. It appeared that Jim intended to join in the fun tonight. It appeared that I was going to have three dicks to contend with tonight.
I motioned for Denziel to approach me.
“Denzie, let’s get you dressed as well,” I said as I ripped open the second over-sized condom with my teeth. I stretched the latex sheathe over the coal black erection. Now both my men were safety contained in their protective barriers. They could take me and use me, but they could not infect or impregnate me.
As soon as I completed the installation of my men’s latex sheathes, Jim led me over and bent me over the back of the couch.
Jim walked around the front of the couch and sat down in front of me. He took both my hands in one hand holding me in place. He asked, “Gentlemen, who would like to be first? Ty, since you have never enjoyed my wife’s hot little twat, why don’t you take her first?”
I could feel my heart racing as I prepared to be penetrated. Bent over the back of the couch, Jim holding my hands in place, I felt quite vulnerable. I could feel my vagina dripping with anticipation as Jim gently massaged my shoulders and upper back with one free hand as he held my two hands together with his other.
With Jim holding my hands, keeping me bent over in position to be mounted, I felt as if I was shackled in place. I realized that I had asked Jim to hold me while these boys took me, but this was not exactly what I had in mind.
Tyrus positioned himself behind me. I felt him sliding the lubricated latex encased head up and down my slit.
Jim held my hands, holding me into position to be mounted and asked, “What’s he doing back there, baby?”
“He is running the head of his dick up and down my slit. I am pretty sure he is getting ready to fuck your wife.” I felt the thick head starting to press into my dilated vulva. “Oh god, he is pushing into me now. Are you really going to let him fuck me like this?” I said with a whimper.
With Jim restraining my hands and holding me into position, I was quite vulnerable. I could not even reach behind me to try to slow his rate of penetration. I was powerless to do anything but allow him to pry himself into my wet cunt. I felt so dirty and naughty.
Having just climaxed myself with Denziel’s fingers inside me, I was aroused and open. I felt the ridge of his head pass my outer ring. The texture of the latex was different and quite distinct from the warmth and smoothness of an unprotected penis.
Ty pushed into me. I felt him trying to press too deep.
“Oh shit, too much, that hurts,” I begged. He pulled out and slid back in, forcing himself deeper inside me and evoking another cry of mixed pain and pleasure from my core. He pulled out and pushed back in again, deeper still. Tyrus repeated this sequence several times, forcing himself deeper each time.
I felt his pace start to increase, and his penis began to grow harder inside me. His erection was actually growing as he fucked me. But I also was aware that he could not force his entire length inside me. When he was inside me as deep as he could go, his balls and legs were still not touching my buttocks. He had more dick to offer than I could accommodate in this position.
His hands grasped my hips as he started pumping in and out of me with an increasing pace. Suddenly, Tyrus stiffened and I felt his penis pulse inside me. I knew he was pumping his prophylactic full. I remained bent over accepting his climax.
After several very arousing moments of his penis pulsing inside me, Tyrus withdrew. As he exited me, my vagina made a strange slurping sound. I was aroused, but had not cum. I was close, but did not quite get there. Before I could even process what had just happened, Jim stood me up and turned me to face Denziel.
Denziel walked towards me; his 8 inch erection stood swayed proudly in front of him. His rigid cock strained towards the ceiling like a jet black snake covered with transparent beige latex sheathe. The distinct head stood prominently atop the thick shaft. Even covered with the latex sheathe, the thick veins were plainly visible. This huge, erect cock was an intimidating sight.
Jim kept his hands on my shoulders, in effect, offering me to Denziel. Denziel’s erection literally almost came up to my chin as he approached me. My pussy was still experiencing a series of spasms from Tyrus’s sudden withdrawal. Jim stood behind me, and raised my arms, placing them around Denziel's’ neck.
I was being presented and offered to my youthful black lover.
I kissed Denziel as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Denziel pulled me up, off my feet, and placed his hands under my thighs. He lifted me up, forcing my legs open and placing my thighs around his waist. I wrapped my legs around his torso.
I could feel his erection throbbing us against my vulva, searching for a ‘point of entry’. I was ready to accept my second black bull of the night. I moved to position my vagina’s opening over the pulsing head.
Denziel began lowering me, impaling me on his rigid, black rod. I felt the head start to penetrate the outer ring of my vagina. I looked at Jim as I lowered myself on the huge black cock that was piercing my vulva. With my arms around his neck, and my legs around his torso, the head of his cock slowly arched up and slide deeper into my wet opening.
Denziel handled my 114 pound frame easily. With his hands under my thighs, he lifted me and lowered me in a series of moves, each cycle penetrating me more deeply until he had 6 inches of his dick inside my tiny pussy. I did not know if I could take any more of him; it felt like he was ‘hitting rock bottom’ with the pulsing head of his cock.
Denziel surprised me, with about six inches of his large dick inside me, this young black man walked me over to the wooden, straight back chair. He sat on the wooden straight back chair with me still impaled on his erection.
I tried to control the amount of penetration by lowering my legs to the floor, but my short legs barely reached the ground. My toes were straining to reach the floor when Denziel lifted my legs up and placed them around his core once again. In this position, my legs around him waist, I held myself up with my arms, using Denziel’s broad shoulders for leverage.
I looked between my thighs and saw at least two inches of his erection remained outside my vagina when I felt I could not take any more of him inside me. I was trying to prevent being impaled on his long erection that was wedged deep into my womb in this position. He was simply too big.
He arched his hips forward, forcing his rigid erection deep inside me uterus. The sudden, unexpected penetration sent sharp, searing pain into my core. I yelped, “Oh fuck, Denz,…oh shit, I can’t take that much of you…oh fuck…you are too deep….it hurts…”
“Jim, he is too big. Oh shit, I can’t take him…it hurts…too deep…don’t hurt me…please…I need time….oh shit….” I whimpered. I felt myself begin to cry out of fear. The pain in my womb was intense.
Jim tried to calm my panic. “Baby, relax. You can do this. You’ll be OK. Just relax. You can take him. Take all of him; for me, try to do it, baby”
Jim wanted me to take this huge black dick inside me. I would do whatever I could to accommodate my husband’s desires and the desires of my young black bull but I did not know how I could accommodate this large cock. I tried to lower myself down, grunting with pain as the head wedged deeper inside of me. I just could not take all of him inside me.
“Oh god, I can’t. It hurts too much.”
Jim then shocked me.
“Baby, try him bareback….take him bareback.”
I looked at Jim in disbelief. “What?”
“You can do this if you take him bareback.”
I was holding myself up on Denziel’s shoulders as I tried to confirm what I thought Jim was telling me. “Are you sure? I mean you want me to take him bareback’? Really? I thought you didn’t want me to let him cum inside me?”
“Yeah, baby., I know. But now I want you to take him like you did last time. I want to see his spunk dripping out of you when he is done with you, Will you do that for me?”
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to process this request. I do not know why, but the thought of taking Denzie into my womb, unprotected, and accepting his semen into my womb, was terribly exciting. It was dangerous and stupid, but I wanted Jim see me do it.
“If you are sure that is what you want. I’m not going to be in trouble for letting him pump me full, am I?”
“No baby, I promise. This one is on me. This is my idea.”
I looked at Denziel and said, “Lift me off for a second. You won’t be sorry. Jim wants you to take me bareback.”
Denziel face lit up like a kid on Christmas. He stood up, with his dick still inside me. Standing, he lifted me high enough so that his erection slipped from my vagina and then lowered me to the floor, standing naked in from of him.
I grasped his thick shaft and fumbled trying to remove the latex sheathe from his long, black cock. Because of the lubrication from the condom itself and my own vaginal juices, I could not seem to grasp the edge of the prophylactic. It was simply too slippery. My fingers kept slipping off as I tried to remove the rubber that was stretched so tightly around this large ebony snake that was sticking straight up.
Glancing at Jim as I struggled to free Denziel’s dick from its confines, I wanted to confirm Jim’s request one last time. I wanted to give my husband one last chance to change his mind. “Are you sure you want me to do this? You are sure you want me to take him bareback? He is going to fill me with his seed, you know?”
I saw Jim’s cock arch up noticeably as I uttered the words ‘fill me with his seed’. The idea excited my husband, a lot.
Jim nodded and said, “I’m sure. But you need to take all of him. Will you do that for me?”
“I don’t know if I can, but I will try. He is very big, you know.”
Perhaps it was because it was stretched so tightly around his thick shaft , but I could not seem to remove the rubber from Denziel’s erection. Denziel finally got impatient with my fumbling with the slippery wet latex condom. I could not seem to get a hold of it. He reached down and was able to remove the latex protection from his rigid erection. He tossed it on the table next to the chair.
His naked, unprotected cock stood straight up, straining towards the ceiling.
“Let’s move to the bedroom. Jim wants me to take all of you inside me. I need you to lie on your back on the bed and let me control the action, okay?” I suggested.
Jim interrupted us. “Baby, I have a better idea. Denziel, I would like you to take her the way you did back at the hotel. Cindy told me that you gave her one of the most powerful orgasms she has ever had. I would like to witness what you did to her that night that made cum so hard.”
Denziel smiled from ear to ear. He was absolutely beaming as he answered, “Yeah, I guess I can do that.”
He looked at me and said, “That means you won’t be in top, little lady. You ready to get fucked good and hard, and to take my load?”
I nodded nervously, “I guess so. I mean, I guess we’ll find out how ready I am.”
I was still apprehensive. I was not at all certain I could accommodate that huge dick. On the other hand, I had done it once before more than a month ago.
Denziel led me to the bedroom. The bed was not made, and there were clothes thrown over the back of a chair. Denziel cleared the mess from the bed with one swipe, sending clothes and blankets to the floor.
I climbed onto the bed and rolled on my back. Denziel climbed between my legs and, placing his large black hands on my knees, he pulled them apart with a sudden, slightly rough motion. There was nothing gentle about it.
Then he saw it. He saw “Jim’s pussy’ printed neatly on my shaved vulva. “What the fuck girl? You been writing on your pussy again? Damn girl, you gotta stop doing that.”
Jim spoke up, “I had her do that. I wanted you to understand that this was a loan, not a gift. You need to know that is still my pussy.”
With his hands still holding my knees apart, looking right at my gaping vulva, Denziel replied, “Got it boss. She‘s still yours. But I’m gonna be stretching that pussy out of shape now. But you get it back when I’m done….I got it.” Then looking back at me, he added, “It is a pretty pussy though.”
Laying there on my back, my legs being held open by my black lover, I looked over at my husband, I said, “You know, I am doing this for you.”
Jim nodded and said, “I know. I love you for doing it.” I liked hearing that. In fact, I really needed that reassurance as Denziel prepared to mount me.
Both Jim and Tyrus were watching intently; their erections in hand anticipation..
Then, just as he had during our previous encounter, Denziel took his erection and used it to slap against my vulva several times, slapping against my erect clit. It was degrading and stimulating at the same time. He mad no pretense about respecting, or liking me; or even caring about what I wanted. He was treating me like a nasty little whore.
I realized that he took Jim at his word and was going to try to recreate the interaction I experienced in the hotel room more than a month ago. I was so aroused, but I was scared too. This was a freaky situation. My original encounter had not been gentle, affectionate love making. No, it was far from it.
I moaned slightly each time he slapped his large cock against my clit. It was like a mild electric shock when through my clit with each slap of his dick.
I was so fucking aroused, and wet. And at my husband’s request, I was prepared to allow him to take me unprotected. I looked at Jim and saw his cock arch up slightly each time Denziel smacked my clit with his large, firm, black snake. Jim was enjoying this show.
Denziel pointed the head at my vaginal opening, and then grabbed my legs to pull my ass a bit higher in the air and slowly started to work himself inside me. I felt him stretching me wide.
I looked over his shoulder and mouthed ‘I love you’ to Jim as Denziel slid inside me. My husband mouthed back “I love you too’. I needed to know that. I would do anything Jim wanted if I knew he really loved me…and I did know that.
I felt slight pain as he stretched me open.
“Please, you are so big, please go slow….” I pleaded.
He just laughed as he stroked himself deeper and deeper inside me. After about four strokes, he was three quarters inside me, and I was starting to respond, moaning at being stretched this way, being taken this way.
“Oh you are so deep. But you feel good,” I panted. I wanted to recreate the mood of the first time Denziel took me for Jim’s sake. “But please, don’t cum inside me. Please pull out to cum…” I pleaded, feigning concern. But Denziel, Jim and I each knew that Denziel was not only allowed to ejaculate inside me, Jim wanted him to do it.
“Sure, I will pull out, just like last time. Don’t you worry. I won’t cum in your cute little white pussy” he responded with a laugh. Denziel pulled my legs up, over his shoulders and began stroking into me deeper and deeper.
I could feel the head of his cock bumping up against the front wall of my womb, deep inside me. I could feel the orgasm starting to build in my core as he balls slapped against my upturned ass. He was going to make me cum as Jim and Tyrus watched.
I started to move my hips, arching them to meet his thrusts, taking him as deep as I could. I reached down and grabbed his ass, and pulled him into me. He was plunging into me with a vengeance now, evoking a loud moan from me each time he ‘hit bottom’. I was fucking him back, trying to trigger my own orgasm.
As I approached a climax, I often could feel my womb ‘open up’. On rare occasions, when I was very aroused, my vagina opens up deep inside me. It is almost like someone is inflating a balloon in my womb. It was a peculiar feeling when I ‘opened up” like this. This only occurs when I am extremely aroused.
My entire insides felt like they were able to accommodate any penetration. When this occurred, I knew my climax was inevitable and would be powerful. I was rapidly approaching the point where my climax was unstoppable.
With legs over his shoulders, my heels by the side of his head, my ass high in the air and his large boner plunging deep into my womb, I started to cum. “Oh shit, oh shit, I’m gonna cum….oh god, Jim, I’m cumming….fuck me, fuck me hard….please don’t stop…..Oh shit….don’t stop…” I screamed.
Denziel was now punishing my womb with his rigid black cock. He would pull all the way out and plunge back into me. I felt his large balls slapping against my upturned ass, demonstrating without a doubt I was taking all of him. Each punishing thrust send another orgasmic wave of pleasure through my core.
I was squeezing my own nipples as he continued to pound into me.
Suddenly, Denziel tensed up and buried himself, balls deep, into my pussy and held me pinned under him as his cock began twitching and pulsing inside of my open and welcoming uterus. He kept me pinned underneath him as penis erupted, shooting rope upon rope of his thick viscous semen into my waiting womb. Pinned as I was under his weight, with my legs above his shoulders, I lay there accepting his black seed into my cunt.
He held me there for several minutes, as I could feel his large cock pulsing inside me; and I knew he was draining the last drops of his semen into me.
Denziel slowly withdrew from me, and then placed a pillow under my upraised butt, and said, “Girl, I want you to stay just like this. Don’t let any of my ‘spunk’ leak out of you.”
I nodded and raised my bottom up to allow him to place the pillow under me. ”
He stood, his cock still erect, leaving me with my semen soaked pussy elevated in the air, storing his ‘spunk’. Jim looked over at Tyrus and offered me to our new friend, “Ty, would you like to add your seed to my wife’s pussy?”
With my bottom elevated with a pillow, Tyrus climbed into position and slid right in. My lubrication and Denziel’s semen made his entry easy. He was hard and ready. He pumped in and out of me, slapping his balls against my ass as my husband watched.
“Oh, you feel good” I cooed as he fucked me. But having just experienced two orgasms, I was not going to climax again so soon. After several minutes of pounding into me, Tyrus stiffened and ejaculated inside me. Adding his semen to the load already stored in my uterus.
I was sloppy wet now. The semen from two men was swimming inside me, and leaking from me. I looked up at my husband, “Honey, do you want to add yours?”
Jim did not answer. Instead, he climbed between my thighs and slid his erection inside me. After having Tyrus and Denziel inside me, Jim felt small, but I wanted his semen nonetheless. He entered me easily.
“Baby, did you like seeing me fuck those boys? God, they were huge. But I took them, I did it for you.” I whispered into my husband’s ear as I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close to me. “Do you feel how wet I am? God I am so open I can barely feel you. Will my pussy ever be the same?”
My words seemed to excite my husband. I felt his cock grow harder, and begin to pulse. “Kiss me” I insisted as his orgasm began. Jim kissed me passionately as he began to ejaculate inside me, adding his semen to that sperm already stored inside me.
I wanted Jim’s seed mixed with the other sperm inside me. I loved how he convulsed as he came.
I lay there, with the semen of three men inside me. I was content. My two orgasms had me well satisfied.
The rest of the evening is a blur. I really cannot say how many times they entered me, or came in me. But I remained ‘open for business’ until they all finished.
Sometime after 1:00 a.m., Jim called a taxi and took me back to our room. We slept until noon., had breakfast and headed to the airport.
On the flight back to Dallas , I took his hand, and asked, “did you get want you wanted last night?”
“I think so…but I really liked seeing those big black dicks pounding you. I might want to see you do that again.”
I just replied, “Okay”
Then I added, You know the semen from three different men is still draining from me, you know. I have quite a mess in my panties.”
Jim smiled and said, “Denziel was right, you are wicked hot and nasty.”
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