Chloe and Dave had been married a couple of years, both in their mid-twenties, both insatiable. They fucked anywhere they could get away with it—bathrooms, cars, changing rooms. Exhibitionism had become part of their kink: Chloe wearing sheer clothes in public, selling her worn panties or selfies to strangers online. Dave loved showing her off almost as much as Chloe loved being shown.

One night, Chloe dropped a new idea on him. “What if Jackie came over? You remember Jackie, right?”

Dave did. Chloe’s old college friend. Long red hair dyed dark, blue eyes, tanned skin, tits that strained tank tops, and hips so wide men literally turned around in the street. Chloe had fooled around with her before, but never gone all the way.

Dave’s answer was immediate. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

Chloe called her, and Jackie didn’t hesitate. She was in.

They set it up: dinner first, drinks after, then a club. The three of them walked in dressed to turn heads. Jackie’s dress clung to her body like it was spray-painted on, Chloe’s skirt was short enough to flash lace with every step, and Dave couldn’t stop thinking about what the night was about to become.

It all shifted on the dance floor. Chloe pressed into Jackie, grinding to the beat, then tilted her head and kissed her. Not a quick kiss—a messy, open-mouthed, tongue-hungry kiss that made jaws drop all around them.

The ten-minute ride home was unbearable. Chloe’s hand slid up Jackie’s thigh in the backseat, and Jackie whispered filth in her ear that made her laugh and squirm. By the time they got to the house, the air was heavy with sex.

The front door barely shut before Chloe’s skirt was around her ankles and Jackie’s dress slipped down, exposing her ass. Dave grabbed a drink and sat back in his recliner like a man settling in for the show of his life.

Jackie’s tongue was in Chloe’s mouth again, wet and greedy, the two of them devouring each other until they pulled apart gasping. Then their mouths moved lower—nipples, bellies, thighs—until Chloe was on her back with Jackie’s face buried between her legs.

The room filled with the sounds of wet mouths and muffled moans. Chloe returned the favor, spreading Jackie on the rug, tonguing her clit until Jackie cried out. They didn’t stop there. They licked and fingered every part of each other, pussies dripping, tight assholes teased until they were both trembling.

Dave couldn’t hold back. He unzipped and pulled out his cock, stroking slowly while his wife and her girlfriend put on a show most men only dreamed of.

Finally, the two girls collapsed side by side, hair stuck to their sweaty faces, bodies twitching from orgasms. Chloe looked over at her husband, smirked at the sight of his fist working his shaft, then crawled to him.

She wrapped her lips around his cockhead, bobbing her head while still tasting Jackie’s pussy on her tongue. Dave groaned, his hips jerking—sixty seconds and he was shooting hard into her mouth.

Chloe swallowed with a grin. Jackie, slipping back into her dress, they kissed and Chloe thanked her for coming over. “Damn, Chloe. His load tastes pretty good on your tongue.”

The girls kissed again before Jackie left for the night. Dave sat there in a daze, still reeling. He knew this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

Chloe and Jackie didn’t stop after that first night. A week later they were back at it, and Dave was back in his recliner, stroking while his wife and her girlfriend tangled themselves into knots on the bed. It became routine—every few weeks, Jackie would come over, and the two women would take turns eating each other while Dave got himself off watching.

But Jackie wasn’t shy. One night, as they were setting things up, she asked Chloe: “So… when do I get to play with your husband?”

Chloe laughed at first, but Jackie was serious. They’d already talked about it privately. Dave had never fucked another woman since marrying Chloe, but the idea of Chloe sitting back while he drilled her girlfriend had been stuck in both their heads.

They booked a motel with a big window view of the city lights. Champagne on the nightstand, a king-sized bed waiting. Dave sat in a chair, just like always, as Chloe and Jackie stripped and fell into each other.

Jackie broke the pattern. She stood up, grabbed Dave’s hand, and pulled him out of the chair. Chloe leaned back, smiling as if she’d planned it all along. “Go on, baby. Enjoy yourself.”

Dave looked at her in disbelief, cock hard in his fist, then followed Jackie to the bed.

Jackie was a three-hole girl, just like Chloe. Dave wasted no time—mouth on her tits, cock sliding into her pussy, then flipping her for her ass. He worked her over, pumping one load deep in her pussy and a second inside her asshole, groaning as Chloe watched from the chair.

When he finally collapsed beside Jackie, Chloe climbed onto the bed, kissed him deep, and whispered, “I love you.”

“Thank you,” he said, still catching his breath. “I love you too.”

Jackie laughed, stroking both their faces. “I hope this isn’t the last time.”

Chloe smirked. “As long as I’m watching, it doesn’t have to be.”

That opened the door. Over the next year, they added two more women to their circle.

Jan was nineteen, a tight little blonde with a perfect ass that Chloe loved spanking while Dave fucked her. Gail was the opposite—mid-sixties, heavy tits the size of melons, thick ass, and filthy talk that made Dave unload in record time. Chloe got off on watching all of it.

After a couple more years of fun, Chloe and Dave shifted focus. They wanted a baby.

The problem: Dave couldn’t. Cancer treatments as a teenager had left him sterile. Artificial insemination was an option, but Chloe didn’t trust it. She wanted it raw, natural.

Dave was secretly thrilled. Watching his wife get fucked was his ultimate kink, and now there was a reason for it. They started talking options. Friends? No, too messy. Strangers? Better. Even better if there were multiple men—more chances to knock her up, and they’d never know whose child it was.

Dave set up a profile on swinger and fetish sites, posting ads in other cities. Replies flooded in, but one caught his eye: a group in Omaha, specializing in gangbang and breeding parties.

There was one twist—they were all black men.

Dave’s heart raced. The thought of his white wife on her knees surrounded by black cocks made him hard instantly. He wasn’t sure how he felt about raising a black baby, but part of him wanted it, anyway.

He worked out a schedule. They’d fly in, meet single white breeders for the first two days, then on day three, he’d spring the gangbang surprise.

The flight was short. They checked into their hotel, and Chloe put on a sheer teddy that left nothing to the imagination.

At 11 a.m., the first breeder knocked. A stranger, nervous, but Chloe eased him quickly. She sucked him, bent over the bed, and took two thick loads in her pussy while Dave sat off to the side, stroking.

Half an hour later, another knock—a nineteen-year-old with a fantasy about fucking another man’s wife. He fucked Chloe like he was auditioning for porn, pounding her while making sure Dave had the best view. He managed three loads before rushing out to make way for the next man.

And so it went. All day, all night. A revolving door of strangers filling Chloe’s pussy. Dave watched every load go in, every moan, every kiss. By two in the morning, Chloe was tired but smiling, her body dripping with strangers’ cum.

She showered, rested a few hours, and did it again the next day. More men, more loads. By the end of day two, she was sore, but a trooper. Dave finally couldn’t hold back—he flipped her on her stomach, lubed her up, and fucked her ass hard until he filled her with his own cum, groaning about how much he loved watching her.

Day three was different. Dave didn’t tell her what was coming.

They took an Uber across town, arriving at a hotel suite. Chloe walked in first, then froze. The room was full of black men, already half-hard, waiting.

Her eyes went wide. “Dave… what is this?”

He grinned. “Your gangbang. I know you did some in college. Thought you’d like to do it again. And don’t worry—every one of them is going to cum inside you. If the baby comes out dark… so be it.”

Chloe’s knees almost buckled. “What do we even tell people?”

“We tell them you got fucked by a group of black men. Simple.”

She rolled her eyes, but her pussy screamed yes, yes, yes. A few minutes later, she nodded. “Fine. Just don’t let them tear me apart with those monsters.”

“They’ll take care of you,” Dave assured her, sitting back in a chair with a perfect view.

The men didn’t waste time. Hands groped her tits, fingers slipped under her shorts to find her wet, married pussy. Her shirt and bra came off, big tits bouncing free.

They put her on her knees. A thick black cock swung in front of her lips, and she opened wide, taking it down her throat. She gagged, then moaned as he fed it to her slowly.

Another man took over, shoving deeper, making her throat bulge. “Holy shit,” one of them laughed, “she’s a sword swallower.”

One by one, they used her mouth until everyone had a turn, but her husband!

Then it was time for her pussy. They stripped her naked, bent her on the bed, and one slid into her from behind while another used her throat. A perfect spit-roast, Dave stroking furiously from his chair.

For over an hour, they rotated, stuffing her pussy and mouth, groaning as they dumped an occasional load inside her. She took it all, dripping with their seed, moaning for more.

Finally, they moved to her ass. A bottle of lube hit the bed, and Chloe straddled one man’s cock while another pressed behind her. With a grunt, his cock slid into her asshole. She growled low as she was double-penetrated, pussy and ass stretched full.

“Fuck, I really missed this,” she gasped.

They pumped her in unison, and she came hard, body shaking. When one man warned he was about to cum in her ass, Chloe looked back breathless and said, “Do it. Cum inside me.”

He groaned, pumping his load deep into her guts.

Round after round, they filled her holes. Some pumped her pussy, others her asshole, and a few even stuffed both cocks into her stretched pussy at once. She screamed at the start of the double stuffing. WHAT IN THE FUCK!!!" This went on for close to an hour. She was about the tap when the last two shot their black seed inside of her. Then, she collapsed in a heap of sweat and cum.

Dave couldn’t take it anymore. As the men dressed, he dropped his pants, spread his wife’s cum-soaked legs, and plowed into her sloppy pussy. It was loose, dripping, like fucking a warm bowl of water—but it was what he wanted, and he unloaded inside of her with a roar.

When it was over, he told her not to clean up. “Just get dressed as you are.”

Chloe rolled her eyes again, pulling her clothes over her dripping body. She kissed him with the same mouth that was just sucking a room full of black cock. He could taste their cock on her lips and tongue! 

They left the room with Chloe filled with a bunch of black men's seed.

Dave looked at her, proud, breathless. “You’re perfect. Now to see if someone got the job done!”