He outfitted his wife as a slave, and it turned into more than an act

For our neighbors’ Halloween party this year, I won a bet with my wife which let me choose our costumes. I decided I would be a sultan while Joan would wear a harem slave-girl outfit of little more than a bikini with a pair of gauzy sleeves and harem pants, plus a slave collar with a chain attached.

Joan was scandalized at first, but I reminded her that I’d won the bet, and she put the costume on. She looked incredible! While she’s only five-one, she has a stunning figure, and the out­fit showed it off beautifully. I wanted to fuck her on the spot, but we had a party to attend. Playfully, I grabbed her chain and gave a little tug, saying, “Come on, slave.” She froze for a second, and I thought I had gone over the line, but then she followed me with no further protest.

At the party we started circulating, and I noticed Joan getting lots of looks from the guys. At one point we separated, and when I returned I found her surrounded by a quartet of admirers. Like us, they had a theme look: two dressed as Roman centurions, the other two wearing togas. I recognized Kip, the son of the party hosts, but the others were new to me. One of the guys was black.

When the guys saw me approach, they backed off and melted into the crowd. I asked Joan about them, and she said the other three were all college friends of Kip’s. I noted that they had seemed quite delighted by her. She said they were just being polite to a guest.

As the party went on, Joan and I both drank a good bit more than we usually do. The masks worn by many of the party guests produced a sense of anonymity that allowed people to act more freely, and many of the men were taking advantage by ogling my wife more openly than ever, which to my surprise turned me on!

At one point a friend of mine challenged me to do a few shots. This turned out to be a mistake, as the shots went right to my head and I had to go upstairs and lie down. I closed my eyes for what was supposed to be five minutes, trying to stop my head from spinning, only to pass out and wake up a couple of hours later.

I made my way downstairs to find that the party had mostly broken up, with only a handful of really drunk people hanging around. I couldn’t find Joan anyplace. After searching up­stairs and down, I went to look in the basement. It appeared empty at first. Then I heard voices coming from behind a door on the far side. I went to it and opened it quietly, then peeked in.

It was a game room with a couch and several chairs, and there on the couch was my wife with her four young admirers—Kip on one side of her and one of the others (Phil, I found out later) on the other side, and the other two (Les, the black fellow, and Randy) watching from nearby chairs. Kip and Phil were making out with Joan, taking turns kissing her while running their hands all over her. She was obviously enjoying herself! I remained right where I was, incredibly turned on, despite the fact that I always thought I was the jealous type!

Kip got bold enough to free one of Joan’s breasts from her bikini top. She protested not very convincingly that she was a married woman. He assured her that her husband was passed out upstairs and would never know, then added that it was obvious from her choice of costume that she wanted men to admire her body, which was exactly what they were doing.

That seemed to quiet her objections, and when Kip began sucking her nipple, she melted in his embrace. Phil popped out the other breast and went to work on it, which made her almost swoon. Then the guys took turns fingering her pussy, getting her more hot and bothered than I had managed to do in ages.

Eventually the foreplay ended and the guys stripped Joan, leaving only her collar and chain. Kip started to position her on his lap, but she balked, insisting she couldn’t do that since he might get her preg­nant. For a minute it looked as though this was going to spoil every­thing. I silently cursed my luck! Actually, Joan and I had been trying to conceive for eight months but so far hadn’t had any luck. As a matter of fact, she’d been a little depressed over this.

After a short while Kip’s desire to fuck my wife overcame his scruples. He gave her chain a tug and said it was a slave’s duty to do as she’s told. She gave a little gasp and her whole body blushed, but then instead of protesting further, she straddled Kip’s lap and helped him ease his cock in her!

I realized I had stumbled on a heretofore-unknown submissive streak in my wife. That thought was reinforced a minute later when she was bouncing up and down on Kip’s lap while he sucked on her tits as best as he could. After several minutes he gasped, “Faster, slave, if you want my baby-maker to fill your womb.” She doubled her pace, and soon was crying out in orgasm. As her body convulsed, he grabbed her by the ass, keep­ing her in place while he filled her with what looked to be a huge load of semen.

Once Kip was finished, Phil had Joan move over to his lap. She straddled him with her back to him, so I got a perfect view of his cock plunging in and out of her. The sight of her firm tits bouncing around while she fucked him had me jerking off, and the three of us came within seconds of each other.

Les was up next, his dark skin a sharp contrast to my wife’s creamy flesh. He posi­tioned her on her back on the couch, her ass right on the edge, then rubbed his cock up and down her pussy a few times before sinking it all in. Watch­ing it play hide-and-seek in her pussy made me instantly hard again. After a couple of thrusts, he put her legs up on his shoulders and proceeded to give her the fucking of her life.

Eventually Les leaned forward so far that Joan’s an­kles were prac­tically around her head. She went wild and came as he buried himself to the hilt and bellowed that he was going to give her a black baby. She cried out for him to do it. His taut butt cheeks flexed as he filled her with blast after blast.

Randy was eager to take his turn, and as Les pulled out of her he slid between her thighs and began pounding away. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned and groaned with abandon. He didn’t last long before filling her with a fourth load of youthful seed.

By then Kip was ready for action again. He took hold of her chain and told her that if she wanted to be treated like a brood mare, she should assume the posi­tion. She moaned and got on all fours, looking eagerly over her shoulder for someone to mount her. It took everything I had not to rush in and do the deed myself.

Kip kept his hold on the chain as he got behind her and rode her hard. She took it all and enjoyed it. Having come once, he lasted a long time before giving her a spermy refill. Then he patted her bottom affectionately and said she’d been a good slave. I couldn’t believe the look of adoration she gave him in response.

Kip handed the chain to Phil, who took his place behind Joan and started fucking her really hard. Again she came like a wild woman as he banged into her, proclaiming she was the hottest piece of ass he’d ever had and boasting that he was the one who would knock her up. The others seemed to take that as a challenge and over the next hour took turns mounting her, fucking her hard and filling her again and again with their seed. I came twice more from playing with my­self while I watched.

By the time the guys were tapped out, it was late, and Joan was so exhausted that they had to help her back into her outfit. The bikini bottom quickly became soaked from the semen leaking out of her. I ducked behind some shelves as the guys came out and went back upstairs saying this had been the best Halloween party ever.

Once they were gone, I went in and collected my dazed but happy wife. I had to carry her to the car, but the contentment on her face along with the knowledge of all that seed filling her womb made me fall in love with her all over. I took her home and put her to bed.

The next day I told her I’d seen everything that happened. At first she panicked, saying she didn’t know what had come over her, it was like she just couldn’t say no to anything the guys wanted. When I said it was obvious that she enjoyed wearing her slave collar and having men order her around, she blushed, then nodded slowly. I told her that sounded pretty good to me, and said in an authoritative voice that she’d be wearing that collar a lot from now on so she’d better get used to it. Her face positively glowed.

That was four months ago. It turned out that the guys achieved their goal. Joan’s pregnancy is starting to show. She’s thrilled that she conceived while acting as a slave, and is already talking about “being bred” again somewhere down the line. I have no problem with that, and have a feeling we’ll have no short­age of volunteers willing to help us out.

—J.L., Albuquerque, New Mexico