Last month, my wife and I were at a bar when her old boyfriend came in with a few of his friends. We have been married for eight years now. My wife Tammi is a real looker. She’s twenty-seven- years old, five-foot-nine inches tall with long legs, one hundred thirty-two pounds, blonde hair, white creamy skin, perfect ass and a firm set of 38C tits with light brown nipples.
Her dress was loose and she wasn’t wearing a bra and she was hot.
Her ex-boyfriend Les saw her. He’s a black guy about forty-one-years-old. Tammi lived with him for a couple of years when she was eighteen. I knew this before I married her and that she had a reputation for going with black guys when she was a teen. Tammi used to tell me all about the kinky sex they had.
Well, we drank our drinks and when I saw Les go into the men’s room I followed him in. I had to peek at what Tammi used to get daily. Les had a jumbo-massive cock black, fat and uncircumcised. I couldn’t believe its size, which was at least twelve inches soft and thick! I went back to the bar. I couldn’t help but think about that cock fucking Tammi when she was younger.
Les came over and started small talk. He asked us to join him and his four friends. I said yes and soon we were all drinking.
I made sure Tammi sat next to Les. I sat on the far side of the table and watched them talk. I also saw his hands on her thigh and hers on his.
I set my beeper off to give me an excuse to go for a few minutes. I watched as Les slid his hand under her dress. I returned and Les suggested we all go to his place. We did, and I told Tammi that if she wanted to do anything it was okay with me. She said she wanted to fuck all five guys. She then confessed that it had been two years since she had any black cock and she wanted Les because his cock was huge and he brought the whore out in her. I told her to go for it.
As soon as we got inside Les’s house, Tammi already had her dress unbuttoned all the way down. Then Les told her to take it off. She did what he said and everyone got undressed. Les wasn’t the only jumbo cock in the room, they all were well hung and I mean well hung! Soon Tammi was on her knees sucking those cocks. She was rewarded with mouthfuls of hot come.
Then she was riding one cock and sucking another. They laid her down and held her legs up as each guy fucked her cunt, still offering her a black meaty cock in her mouth. After a while, it was Les who told Tammi to get on her hands and knees. She did as he instructed and he was right behind her ready and eager to fuck her asshole. As he entered her tiny asshole, she let out a passionate moan of joy. Each guy gave her luscious ass a real pounding and she sucked them afterward.
They sandwiched her–one in her ass, another in her cunt while she sucked another. After about an hour they laid her flat on her back and began to titty-fuck her spraying their come on her face and mouth.
Morning came and we were getting ready to leave. Les asked if we would drop by again. Tammi had a smile on her face a mile wide. I told him sure, but how about having a dozen friends over, and I’ll be sure to bring the video camera.
We’re planning on going there again next weekend. Tammi said she is shaving her cunt for this visit. And, she also confessed that she was once gang-banged by fourteen black guys on the college football team.
I am more than certain we’re bound to break that record someday real soon. I’ll tell you all about it!–H.P., Tampa, Florida
On-The-Job Master Fantasy Unmasks One Woman’s Deeply-Rooted Nature
I find myself recently with no avenue other than your pages to talk about my unique situation.
Audrey, my lovely petite wife of two years and I have always been rather open in discussing our erotic fantasies, and while our own sex life seemed fine to me, she had lately been restless about something.
When I finally confronted her about it, Audrey blatantly told me that she had recently begun fantasizing about a co-worker of hers, she works as a computer programmer . Strangely, I had absolutely no feelings of hurt or jealously, but rather a calm feeling of mounting excitement. I pushed Audrey about who this guy was, and what exactly drew her to him. I was further rewarded to hear that the co-worker, Diaz, was a large muscular black Latino, who according to a quivering Audrey, radiated powerful sexuality.
There was something reverent in the way my sweet wife spoke about him, and I quickly realized that if Audrey could ever be completely submissive to anyone it would definitely have to be Diaz.
Suddenly, the only thought that flashed through my racing mind was of making this become a reality. I wanted nothing more than to give my wife away as a sex slave to a tall, dark master. Audrey brought me back to reality by denying that it would work out, half-heartedly admitting that while Diaz was pleasant to her around the office, she seriously doubted that she was his type. He usually preferred women of a more ethnic appearance. She specifically mentioned two heavily made-up, slutty redheads. At this point I almost thought that my wife was attempting to talk herself out of these thoughts. I’d have none of it. I confidently suggested that if Diaz preferred a certain type of woman, why couldn’t she become exactly that type. Again only token resistance greeted this statement of mine. “Do you think I could, would it bother you?” Confidently I told her that the whole idea excited me greatly and I would go along with anything that would make it a certainty. My only request was that Audrey tell me all about her
experiences when she felt ready. She happily agreed.
We didn’t speak about any of this for almost a week, and then one day I had to work late. I called Audrey to tell her, and she told me there would be a few surprises waiting for me when I did get home.
My heart leapt with excitement as I pulled into our long driveway. But I found no sign of Audrey as I dropped my hat and coat in our doorway. I called out to my wife but the accented voice that greeted me was only a hint familiar. In fact the woman that was walking slowly down the staircase was no one I’d ever seen. This barely covered hot Latina approached me. I barely choked out the word Audrey, before this slut brazenly corrected me, calling herself ‘Bonita’.
She told me emphatically, that as a favor to her friend Audrey, she was more than willing to allow me to watch tonight as she pleasured her master Diaz for the second time today. At that moment I noticed the large hickeys surrounding the woman’s chest and other distinct areas of her body, even her now bare pubic patch barely concealed one.
When Bonita inquired if I agreed with this arrangement I could barely nod. Through heavily outlined lips, she smiled approvingly.
At nine fifteen it all began. As if in a daze, I watched this strange different woman pay homage over and over again to her dominant black master. She enjoyed herself in ways never dreamed of, as Diaz completely drew her into his world. Watching this Latina siren passionately, and obediently suck her man’s large black cock, and lick his sack reverently, these images danced and played before my eyes. Before the night was through this man fucked her, and used her mouth, pussy and even her ass to deposit full loads of his come.
All the while this slut slave that had recently been my loving wife begged for more. Diaz flaunted his power over her, but I surprised him with a gift I had bought for the occasion. A slave collar and leash, both of which quickly found their true place about Bonita’s tender throat. As they retired to our bedroom that night, she kissed me lightly on the cheek and thanked me for showing her her true nature.
We are still man and wife and yes, Bonita still worships her master’s uncut cock and continues to discover her bi-nature.–M.S., Newark, New Jersey