From Perfect Wife to Black Cock Slut – Part 2

From Perfect Wife to Black Cock Slut – Part 2

Part 1 is at http://stories.xnxx.com/sex_stories_december_2007/perfect_wife_to.php


It had been 2 weeks since our anniversary, 2 weeks of turmoil. 2 weeks since my wife had been fucked by a huge black dick. The owner of that dick would be calling this very night and I was preparing for my future as a cuckold.

We were returning from a romantic anniversary break in Rome when I realised my darkest fantasy of Chris being fucked by another man. I’d been concerned about my limitations in bed for a long time and was sure that what Chris needed was to be sexually satisfied. Oh, she always told me that I was good and everything she needed but I knew, deep down that I just wasn’t doing it for her.

We were trying for a child so she was not on the pill when the stranger pumped his semen so deeply into her that it was still dripping from her gaping vagina 4 hours later. Even though she should have been safe I was convinced that she had been fertilised during those hours of madness. She was late, she’s never late, she should have started four days previously but then, seven days after her first black dick she began her period.

Chris had changed dramatically, she was already confident in herself but now she positively relaxed in her certainty. She dressed to feel and look sexy, she’d joined three interracial porn sites and spent several hours most nights, sometimes into the early morning hours downloading and watching movies, “Learning how to fuck” she said. “But you know how to fuck”, “No” she said “I know how to have sex with you and not very well at that, now I’m learning how to fuck properly”. Before that day 2 weeks ago we had sex was once or twice a week. From our arrival home up until her period started she’d wanted sex three or four times a day and that sex was wonderful. She’d started taking the lead and to experiment and we’d done things that we’d never done before. Oh yes, that day had been worth the misgivings I’d suffered sitting in a motorway car park while she was fucked by a stranger.

Yesterday Chris was in a panic, she was still bleeding heavily with little sign of letting up. This morning everything was perfect. She always becomes extremely welcoming and responsive for a few days following her period so I knew that Chris and her lover would be enjoying very satisfying sex tonight.

I had to go into the office to tidy up a few things and I returned home just before noon, Chris was not at home. A note told me she was having her hair done and a few other things and would be back by 4. There were 2 parcels delivered by courier soon after I arrived home, both addressed to Chris so I left them in the hall for her.

By 5pm we were upstairs, I was watching Chris preparing herself for her date. She was flustered because she’d arrived home late from the beauty spa where she’d spent six hours being prepared for tonight’s encounter. She looked radiant but I was not sure about her new hair colour, she is a natural honey blond and never had it dyed before but she’d had it done in platinum blond, to me it made her look cheap but I didn’t tell her this. She was in her dressing gown putting finishing touches to makeup that really didn’t need any finishing touches and was deliberately avoiding actually getting dressed. It seemed to me that she was stalling for some reason. We discussed what I would be doing tonight, my thoughts were that with her lovers agreement I could join in or maybe just watch or if he objected I could stay out of sight in the spare room or go to the local hotel for the night. Chris said she had a plan but wanted to leave it until he arrived and see how he wanted it to go.

Promptly at 5:30 the doorbell rang, Chris asked me to let him in, “surely you should go” I said, Chris replied “No, it’s important to me that you admit him to the house and beside, I’m not ready, I want to look my best for him”. I was as nervous as I could be when I opened the door, I welcomed him to our home and told him that Chris would be down in a few minutes, I showed him to the lounge and offered him a drink, “Juice please or black tea, I don’t touch alcohol”. He was very polite, personable and very easy to like. I was nervous and excited that I was facing the man who would very soon be fucking my wife and it showed.

A tense twenty minutes later when Chris eventually walked into the lounge she took my breath away. Was this my wife? She looked absolutely stunning in the most wicked possible way, obviously the parcels contained a new outfit. She couldn’t possibly leave the house dressed like that, well perhaps she could but surely she’d be arrested, there must be a law against going in public looking so wanton.

Her shoes were pure erotic bondage, red leather with brass stiletto heels and pointed brass toe caps with thick straps running across the top of her foot and buckled to the side of the shoe. Around each ankle and attached to the heel was a three inch thick strap that fastened with big brass buckles. At the back of each of these straps was attached a bulky brass loop. The heels must have been around five inches high and her slender legs went on and on. Literally an inch below her crotch the dress began, again mostly red, as she moved it became apparent that it was iridescent with an underlying golden tint that highlighted her curves. It was figure hugging and very tight, accentuating every curve in her slender body right up to her breasts, still tightly fitted the material was moulded to those wonderful mounds and seemed to allow her breasts to defy gravity, the material stopped just above her nipples leaving a fraction of the top of her areola visible. Each wrist was adorned with a thick buckled red strap to match those at her ankles. Her platinum blond hair tumbled over her shoulders and around her neck she wore a red leather choker with brass lettering that read “FUCK ME”.

I sat in stunned silence as she pirouetted then with her back to her lover she bent down, legs straight and slightly apart allowing that dress to ride up and show she was not wearing panties. She straightened and turned to face him, then parted her legs, placing her feet a couple of feet apart. She looked at him while she sensuously stroked the firm mound of her left breast then lifted her hand up to the choker and she stroked it. He stood and walked across the room to my posing wife and without preamble slipped his hand between her legs, “hmmm, smooth” he said, she whispered “Just for you” then threw her arms around him and they kissed. She moaned as his fingers spread her lips and slipped into her bringing the pleasure she craved.

She asked him if he minded if I watched “No” he said, “no problem, to tell the truth my partner and I love groups”.

“Partner” Chris said, she stepped back and his fingers slid out of her, she was visibly shaken by this revelation, “Oh it’s not a problem” he said, “she’s very open minded, she loved your photograph and would love to meet you. She asked me to invite you both to come and visit us soon.”

“Oh. . . I see. . .” she glanced at me and I nodded “OK yes but back to my question. I don’t want him to join in he’s not much good at sex anyway. I have a surprise for him and I’d like him to watch your beautiful body and magnificent dick doing to me what he’s never been able to do”.

Given my concern over my ability I felt completely inadequate and I’m sure our visitor was embarrassed but Chris went on belittling me “he is so small” she held up a finger and thumb to demonstrate “he’ll never be able to do what you can, he cums so quickly and he has no staying power”. She described the sexual consciousness he’d awoken in her with his huge member on that fateful day two weeks ago and how she’d dreamt of feeling him fuck her again rather that not feeling when I attempted it.

She was going over the top to belittle me and although I felt truly worthless my dick was throbbing and the more she put me down, the more she extolled the virtues of his big dick the harder I seemed to get.

Chris placed her hand on his crotch and as she stroked the bulge it visibly grew to her touch. She nibbled his neck and ear, glanced at me and said “Let’s go upstairs” then she addressed her lover, “Will you wait down here a few minutes while I get my husband ready”.

She asked me to pull the bed away from the wall then asked me to strip. She went to the dresser and rummaged in the larger of the two packages. She pulled out another pair of stiletto shoes and a couple of the same wrist bands she was wearing. I griped when she asked me to put the shoes on but she gave me a pleading look and I complied, they fitted me quite well and she made sure the ankle straps were secure then buckled the wrist bands to my wrists and instructed me to stand in the gap between the wall and bed. I tottered between the bed and wall then she fastened my wrists to the finials with buckled leather straps.