The Taking of my Wife
My wife and I have had a rather strange relationship for the past three out of
four years of marriage. She’s very attractive, in fact built like the proverbial
brick house. She’s 5’6″ tall, 128 lb. with firm breasts to drool over (40DD),
narrow waist and flat stomach, and a wonderful round ass. She has long,
kinky-curled brown hair and smooth, fair skin, too. Dynamite. So, obviously, her
looks aren’t the problem. I am. I’ve been so caught up in work – 60 to 70 hours
a week – that, after our first year of marriage, I really began ignoring her.
The truth is, if we’ve had sex a half dozen times in the past three years, that’s
a lot.
I guess the other thing I need to mention is that I’ve always been a submissive.
I had never told her that, and she really didn’t have any dominant tendencies, so
our love making was always rather weak and ineffectual. We got married because
we had so many other interests in common, and, I guess, she thought that she
could turn me on enough sexually to be able to satisfy her lust. She had always
been very active sexually before we had met, she told me. Well, anyway, in the
past year, our relationship really began falling apart. She was often out with
her friends, so she said, though I began to suspect she was having an affair. It
really hurt me to think so, but, who could blame her? I sure wasn’t giving it to
her.
Well, things really changed big time two months later. My wife, Angela, manages
a health club and often would bring home one or more of her co-workers for
cocktails on a Friday or Saturday night. This one particular Friday night, she
brought over a new employee around 8:30 or so in the evening. I had just gotten
home from my office and was taking off my tie when I heard her enter. I went
back downstairs to say hello. She was just entering the living room with her
employee, a large, very muscular black male.
“Hello, John. Meet Will. He started at the club last week,” she said.
I replied to Will that it was nice to meet him. He ignored my outstretched hand
and just kind of stared at me. A little flustered, I mumbled something about
just getting home and wanting to finish changing and made my way back upstairs.
While I was changing, I could hear ice tinkling in glasses and the musical
laughter of my wife and the low rumbling chuckle of Will. I put on a pair of
jeans and a tee shirt and went back downstairs. I entered the living room to
find Will and Angela sitting side by side on the couch. Will had an arm around
her shoulders, and she was caressing the inside of his thigh with one hand and a
drink in the other. Both were breathing a little heavy and obviously getting
turned on. I felt my face getting red and felt a gut-wrenching hurt inside my
stomach. I was about to explode, like a good husband in this position should,
when Angela spoke:
“Get in here, John! Sit down on the floor next to my feet. That’s a good boy,”
she sneered. I had never heard her like this. I obeyed, more from shock than
submissiveness.
Again, I was about to speak up, when Will said, “Hey, wimp! Your wife and I have
been talking about you all week. She says you can’t get it up. That true, wimp?”
“Well, ah, n-no,” I stammered. “It’s just that…”
“Shut up, wimp!” Will growled. “You’re a loser, boy. You got a wife who’s a
real fine piece of ass, and you can’t even fuck her. What a loser!” he laughed.
I started to speak again, but Will interrupted, “I said ‘Shut up’, boy! Angela
and I decided she needs a real man around the house, not a wimpy boy like you.
So, since I need a place to stay, I’m moving in here! Understand?”
“N-now, wait a m-minute,” I mumbled.
But Angela interjected, “Shut up, John. What Will says is right. I’m sick and
tired of your wimpy-ass, little boy submissiveness. I know you need domination.
I’ve known it all along. Well, now you’re going to get it. >From Will!”
I started to stand up, but Will jumped up and knocked me back down to the floor.
Then he ordered me to strip. Again, I started to protest, so he flipped me over
onto my back and sat on me, pinning my arms to my side. He told Angela to remove
my pants, which she promptly did. Then, he flipped me back over, sat on my naked
ass and tore my shirt off me, so I was now completely naked in front of them.
And… I had a hard-on! I couldn’t believe it. Will got off me and ordered me
to stand up. I did, with my little hard-on standing straight out. When he and
Angela saw it, they both started laughing.
“Look at that little prick,” Will chuckled. “Man, I order him around, and he
gets a hard-on.” Angela was standing slightly behind and to the left of Will as
they laughed at me, pressing her ample right breast against his muscular back.
“Now, get on your knees, little boy,” he demanded. I knelt in front of them,
eyes downcast from humiliation.
“Okay, you little turd. Beg me to fuck this beautiful white wife of yours,” he
sneered. I thought I would cry. I know I hadn’t been giving her any, but I
couldn’t bare the thought of someone else fucking her. I couldn’t get my lips to
move. Will bent over and slapped me across my face, hard. Tears did spring to
my eyes then.
“P-p-please, S-Sir,” I whispered. “P-please f-f-fuck m-my w-wife.” And, with
that, I started to cry for real. The tears just began streaming down my face,
and I sobbed with shame. But, my little cock was still hard. Angela and Will
began laughing uproariously. Still standing behind him, Angela ran her left hand
over his chest, down his stomach and then started to caress the huge, hard mound
in the front of his pants. Will pulled away from her and removed his shirt,
revealing a well-built chest. He turned to face her, wrapped his massive arms
around her and kissed her, her mouth opening under his, their tongues
intertwining before their lips touched. Carefully, he removed her shirt while
they still kissed, showing a bra straining from her immense, firm breasts.
Again, he pulled her to him, smashing her tits against his chest as they
continued to kiss. Then they separated, and Will looked back at me.
“Take my pants off, turd,” he ordered. I reached up and unbuckled his belt.
Then I unzipped his pants over his rock-hard organ. I unbuttoned the pants and
pulled them down, helping him to step out of them. I also removed his socks at
his further order. He now stood there, with massive muscular thighs glistening
and an enormous cock barely contained by his briefs.
While I had been taking Wills pants off, Angela had taken hers off also, standing
there in bra and bikini panties. What an incredible body she had. She could
easily have modeled for Playboy. Will again turned to her and took her into his
arms, pulling her against his body. She had both arms around his neck as his
tongue probed deep into her mouth, and she ground her pussy against his rod. He
held her by those wonderful, round ass cheeks, humping her at the same time.
Finally, they came up for air. He reached behind her back and unfastened her
bra. She shrugged her shoulders and it fell off, revealing those 40DD tits with
the large, hard nipples and very large, brown aureoles surrounding them. Will
lifted one heavily and caressed the nipple with his tongue before sucking on it.
Angela groaned in delight. Then he concentrated on the other. Next, he again
turned to me.
“All right, fuck face. Take your wife’s panties off. But use only your lips,
understand?”, he said.
“Y-yes, S-Sir,” I stammered. I crawled over to Angela and put my face in front
of her crotch. I took the waistband of her panties right over her pussy between
my lips and tugged down a little. Then I moved around to her side and repeated
the action. Once again, just over the crack of her behind. And so on, pulling
her panties down a little at a time until I finally had them off. Of course,
this proved a great amusement to the two of them. And I knew what was next.
Will ordered me to remove his briefs in the same way. Again, I started in front,
pulling the underwear out and over the tip of his immense organ. Then I repeated
the actions, going in circles around him, until I had his briefs off. He stood
there now, this massive black meat sticking straight out. His prick was jet
black and probably 11 inches long and maybe a circumference of equal measurement.
He was huge! And now, he again pulled my wife to him. His black rod pressed
against her flat, white stomach. Her big tits squashed against his chest. His
hands stroked her beautiful ass while they kissed. Then he brought her down to
the couch, where they sat side by side.
“Eat your wife’s pussy, boy! Make her good and wet for me,” Will demanded.
I knelt in front of Angela and began to lick her pussy. I parted her lips with
my finger tips, then caressed her clit with the tip of my tongue. I continued
lapping, while she moaned. They continued kissing as if I wasn’t there, Will’s
big hands playing with my wife’s tits and nipples. Finally, she was wet enough,
Will judged.
“Now do the same to me,” he ordered. I almost cried again. I had never had a
man’s cock in my mouth, let alone the big, black one of the man who was about to
fuck my wife. “Do it!” he shouted.
I licked the baseball bat, running my tongue over the head. Then, I opened my
mouth wide and took the tip into it. I rode my head up and down on his cock,
faster and faster. My own pathetic cock remained hard while all this was going
on. Again, he stopped me.
Will then readjusted Angela on the couch, so she was on her back, legs spread
wide, her pussy open for him. He got between her legs, his prick throbbing above
her pussy, then slowly entered her. He slid the log all the way in, making
Angela cry out. He lifted his muscular ass up, then plunged into her again…
and again… and again. Angela was gasping, crying out, her nails digging into
his back. Then Will spread his legs wide as he fucked my wife.
“Stick your head back there, boy! I want you to lick your wife’s asshole while I
fuck her!” he yelled.
I got behind them and watched for a second as his black telephone pole plunged
ever deeper into my wife’s white pussy. Then I got down and started to tongue
her asshole. The gleaming black rod was right before my eyes, fucking my wife
while she moaned and screamed. “OH-H-H-H-H! Y-Y-Y-Y-YES-S-S-S-S-S! OH, FUCK ME
WILL! FUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she screamed while they fucked faster and
faster, Will diving deep inside of my wife, both panting, shouting, screaming
then, cumming together, Wills ass jerking as he filled my wife’s pussy with gobs
of cum. Will collapsed on top of Angela and they lay there that way for several
minutes before he pulled his softening prick out of her. They sat up, holding
each other tightly.
Angela said, “That was the best fuck I have ever had in my life. I could get
used to that every day, Will.”
Will smiled and said, “Well, I am moving in, remember?” And they both chuckled.
Then Will looked at me and said, “Clean us off, boy.” I licked the cum out of
Angela’s pussy, making her cum again as I did. Then I applied myself to Wills
cock, making it hard again as I licked my wife’s pussy juices mixed with his cum
off of his shaft. Suddenly, Will grabbed my head and drove his prick deep into
my mouth. He pumped my head up and down while Angela giggled, until copious
amounts of hot cum spurted deep into my throat. It seemed like it must have been
a gallon of cum, and it squirted out the sides of my mouth to dribble down my
chin. Finally, Will removed his prick from my mouth.
“Well, boy, from now on, your wife is my woman. I’m going to fuck her whenever
and wherever I want, understand? And I’m taking over your bed. You will sleep on
the floor at the foot of the bed. Now, thank me for fucking your wife!”
“Thank you for fucking my wife, Sir,” I said. “I hope you will fuck her often.”
And that’s how it all started. Will lives here now and my life is quite
different. If anyone is interested, I will tell the continuing story in another
chapter.
In the first part of the story, I told about my wife, Angela and I, apparently
normal, white middle class Americans, and how our sex life hadn’t been too great
– well, actually non-existent, according to Angela – and how she met this
incredibly built black guy at the health club she manages. She hired him,
actually. Then he moved into our house, making me watch while he fucked her. He
took over my house, my bed, and my wife. This is the continuation of the story.
Well, as I mentioned last time, my life has certainly changed since Will moved
in. While my wife, Angela, was his boss at the health club, make no mistake
about it, Will was the boss at home. And, while I continued to work at my job,
when I came home I was their servant. I was kept naked at all times and had to
wait on them, hand, foot and mouth. At night, I slept in a sleeping bag on the
floor at the foot of what was once my bed -Angela’s and mine, actually –
listening to Will fuck my wife with that huge, black prick of his, while she
moaned and screamed and yelled out Wills name, not mine.
One night, while lying in bed, I heard Angela murmur, “I think I’m falling in
love with you, Will.” There I was, in my sleeping bag, listening to my wife tell
this black stud that she loved him. I was so humiliated, I started to cry. Then
Angela called me to her. I thought maybe she was going to say she was sorry,
but, instead, she said, “Take off your wedding ring, shithead. Now, place it on
Will’s finger.” I was shocked but I did as I was told. I knew I would be
punished if I didn’t. While putting my wedding ring on Will’s finger, I had to
say, “Please Sir, take my wife for your wife. And please fuck my wife, Sir.”
Then they fucked, giggling like newlyweds all the time. I was mortified, not
only by their actions but by what I had become. Here I was, telling this black
man to take my wife as if she were his and to then fuck her. What had I become?
They took showers together, and I had to kneel in the tub, washing them while
they kissed and sometimes even fucked right in front of my face. Then I had to
towel them off and dress them. Sometimes, I’d be home, naked and alone, cleaning
house or cooking when Angela would come in by herself. At first, I thought I’d
have a chance to spend some private time with her, maybe like old times, but, I
was wrong. Instead, she either made fun of me or kept talking about Will, how
good looking he was, what a good fuck he was, how masculine he was, and on and
on. At other times, Will would come in when I was home alone. More than just
make fun of me, he would abuse me. Sometimes he would take a belt to my ass and
whip it, just for the fun of it. Other times, he would bend me over a chair and
fuck me in the ass with that massive cock, or make me kneel in front of him and
take his load down my throat.
So, anyway, that’s the way things have been since he took over my life. What I
wanted to tell you about today was a party that took place last week at our
house.
Will and Angela told me on Friday that there was going to be a party on Saturday
night. They made up a shopping list and sent me out to the grocery store to get
the food and drink. On Saturday, naked as usual, I spent the day cleaning house
and preparing snacks for the party. Around 4, I got in the tub with Will and
Angela and washed them both, paying especially good attention to her pussy and
his cock. I toweled them off then helped them dress. Angela, after lightly
misting her pussy with perfume, was dressed in a pair of pink bikini panties with
matching bra, an incredibly minuscule white skirt which showed her navel and
barely covered the bottom of her wonderfully round ass cheeks, and a tiny white
halter top which showed lots of cleavage from those 40DD tits of hers.
Then I put her pink shoes with 6 inch stiletto heels on her, and she was ready to
party. I still had no idea who was coming. I was pretty nervous about this. In
the two months since Will had moved in, while neighbors may have wondered about
this black guy staying with us, no one had yet seen us in the new relationship.
Tonight was to be the first time my subservience would be seen by others. It was
also the first time that whoever was coming over would see that my white wife was
being kept by a black man, and I was helpless to do anything about it. Also, I
was ordered to remain naked all evening, even to the point of answering the door
nude.
If my neighbors were the ones coming over, they were in for at least as big a
shock as I was in for a big humiliation. Well, by 7:00, the house was clean,
Will and Angela dressed, food and drink were ready, and I, naked and ashamed, was
answering the first ring of the doorbell. There was a big shock, all right, but
it was mine. At the door was a gang of black men, ten of them in fact, all
athletes by their looks. They looked at me, standing there naked with my little
prick drooping, and all started to laugh. Then they just brushed in past me to
be greeted by Will, who introduced Angela to them all. I did all I could to
catch my breath, lock the door, and start to serve them drinks and snacks.
Soon the party was hopping, and so was I. I carried round after round of drinks
around on a tray, feeling the humiliation of having my butt slapped or pinched or
my balls or penis pulled by these loud, unruly black men. I had to call each of
them “Sir” and kneel in front of them as I served them. Meanwhile, my wife was
laughing and flirting with the different men while Will occasionally squeezed her
tits or ass. Soon, everyone but me seemed to be a little buzzed from the
drinking. That’s when the real action started. The first thing that happened
occurred when Will came over to me, made me put down my tray, then sat down in a
chair and dragged me across his lap. The next thing I knew, Will was spanking the
hell out of my ass with his big black hand.
SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! “OW! PLEAAAASSSSEEE, NOOOO!” The loud slaps and my howls
of pain and embarrassment quieted the crowd, who all looked at me to see what was
going on. I could see my wife, nestled on the couch between two men, one with
his hand up her crotch, laughing at me as she made out with the other man. Will
kept pounding my ass until I actually started to cry.
Suddenly, all of the men wanted a piece of this. I was passed around like a sack
of potato chips from one lap to another until almost all the men had spent some
time severely whacking my burning behind. Every one had a wonderful time –
except me. I was bawling by the time it ended, my ass on fire, while everyone
made fun of me and my tiny hard on.
Then Will stood up and beckoned to Angela. “Put on some slow music,” he ordered
her. She put a tape on the stereo and came back to Will. Suddenly everyone was
quiet. “Now, woman, strip to the music!” Angela grinned at Will and begin a
slow strip tease, to the delight of the other ten men. The room was no longer
silent, filled instead with hoots and hollers from the panting men with large
bulges in their pants. Angela slowly bumped and ground, or whatever strippers
do, first removing her halter top to reveal her pink, skimpy bra barely covering
her massive tits. Then she slid out of the mini-skirt, showing her bikini
panties which hardly covered anything. Next, she reached behind her and unbuckled
her bra, arching her back to make her breasts stand out even further. Then she
pulled the bra off, revealing her beautiful tits to the men. Still dancing, her
unfettered breasts bouncing in time, she pulled her panties over her ass and
seductively slid them down her thighs, finally kicking them off to one of the men
watching.
She now danced nude, except for her high heels, around the room, teasing everyone
but me with her tits and pussy. Will told her to lay down on the rug. She did,
lying down in the center of the floor on her back, those big tits flattening out
across her chest, legs spread with knees raised and feet on the floor. Her pussy
lips separated invitingly.
Will took off all of his clothes, revealing that 11″ long and 11″ around black
telephone pole of his. He knelt down between my wife’s legs, his prick thumping
her pussy. Angela was panting, horny as hell. Will stuck the head of his penis
between her pussy lips, then slowly teased her with tiny pushes in. Suddenly, he
rammed all 11″ inches into her cunt. Angela moaned loudly, lifting her hips to
meet Wills powerful thrusts. Will grabbed her ass cheeks, then lay down on her,
her huge white tits crushed against his black, muscular chest. All the other men
were staring wide eyed, with large mounds visible in their pants. Will spread
his legs wide while he continued to fuck my wife, giving everyone a good view of
his prick going in and out of my wife’s pussy.
“Hey, turd,” Will shouted to me. “Get between my legs and lick your wife’s pussy
juices off of my cock and balls while I fuck her!” he ordered. Tears welled up
in my eyes again as all the men started to laugh and make fun of me. But, I
knelt down behind Will and started to lap at his massive cock and balls with my
tongue. His cock was plunging in and out of my wife’s pussy right in front of my
nose, while I was forced to lick his prick. I was so humiliated!
The plunging became faster and faster. “OHHHH,” Angela moaned. “FUCK ME, WILL!
GOD, YOUR SUCH A GOOD FUCK. AHHHH. OHHHHHH! YESSSSSSSS!”
Suddenly, she screamed at the same time that Will yelled out loud, “FUCK ME,
BITCH, FUCK ME. DRAIN MY COCK DRY!” His ass was pumping hard and fast into her,
while I frantically tried to keep licking the cum and pussy juices from his
pumping prick.
Finally, he jerked hard into Angela and held his prick in her while I sucked his
balls, encouraging the rest of his cum to jet deep inside of my wife. Angela was
panting hard, moaning, “God, you are the best fuck in the world, Will!”
All the other men started laughing and applauding Will, saying, “All right!” and
other such things to him. Will pulled his shrinking penis out of Angela’s pussy
and flipped over onto his back to lay alongside her. They kissed, and he fondled
her tits. Then he looked at me, still on my hands and knees between Angela’s
legs, my face smeared with cum, and said, “You know what to do, fuck face!” My
face must have turned bright red, for everyone laughed again. I then repeated
the mandatory line, “Thank you, Sir, for fucking my wife,” which further cracked
up the crowd.
Then Will got up and grabbed me by my penis and dragged me back to the straight
backed chair he had spanked me on. I thought another punishment was coming, but
it was different from the first. This one was mental. Will made me sit, which
hurt like hell on my still tortured behind. Then he pulled out a hank of rope
from a nearby drawer and proceeded to tie me to the chair. My legs were tied to
the front chair legs. My arms were pulled behind me and the wrists tied
together. Then, rope was tied around my waist, so I couldn’t stand up. I was
pretty scared, not knowing what to expect.
In the meantime, Angela, all sweaty with juices dripping from the hair on her
crotch, got up and sat on one of the men’s laps and started to deep kiss him.
All hell broke out, as men jumped up and started stripping, too horny to stand it
any longer. Soon, there were eleven naked men, including Will, all muscular with
huge, throbbing black cocks standing about, pawing at my naked, white wife. Now,
Angela was down on the floor on all fours, a black prick entering her mouth and
another her pussy. The guy in her mouth came, pumping cum down her throat, but
lots of it oozed out the side of her mouth, down her chin and over her ample
breasts. When the other came in her pussy, Will had several of them carry Angela
over to me, held her pussy in front of my face and ordered me to clean the cum
out of her.
While I licked the white gobs out of her cunt, I could see her laughing at me as
she ran her tongue around her lips, picking up the cum she could reach and
swallowing it. Next, one black man lay down on his back on the floor. Angela
impaled herself on him, while another entered her mouth and a third straddled the
first man to enter her ass. She was being fucked in all three holes at the same
time. The men rode her hard, shouting as they came, squirting cum deep inside
her. And, again, what dribbled out, I had to clean up. This continued on and on
as all the men fucked my wife’s three holes over and over. While it was going
on, first one, then a line of men came over to me and forced their massive pricks
into my mouth. I sucked off eight of them that night. My mouth ached, and my
face and chest were covered in cum. While I was sucking the men, I could hear
the screams of pleasure coming from Angela as she was fucked over and over.
Finally, it was finished. All the men had cum at least four or five times each.
Angela was cum covered. I was cum covered. Everyone was exhausted. But, it
wasn’t over for me. Will untied me then made me kneel in the center of the room.
He made me say, “Thank you all for fucking my wife and making me lick your cum
out of her. Thank you for making me blow you, too.” Then Will made me do a
shoulder stand. While two men held me by my legs over head, Angela knelt next to
me and stroked my little cock, making it hard then, finally, making me cum onto
my own face. Will forced my mouth open so my cum fell into it. Needless to say,
everyone thought this was hilarious. When all the men finally left, I was ordered
to the tub to clean both of them off before being allowed back into my sleeping
bag at the foot of the bed that Will and my wife shared.