It was Saturday. Like the majority of Saturdays over the last eight months, I was to be naked, wearing only my chastity device in which I have been locked for the past eight months.
Saturdays, as well as at least two other days of the week, depending on schedules, is reserved for my wife’s lover to spend the day and night with.
I am to watch as well as be at their beck and call.
Rachael dressed as she always does for her lover. Tight, shiny leggings and a see through blouse with no bra. She always looks so hot for her lover.
She never tells me what time he will be over so when the doorbell rings it may or may not be him and I am to answer the door wearing only my chastity device. At about three o’clock the bell rang and I nervously answered.
It was him. He just walked in past me as though I wasn’t there and went straight to Rachael. They immediately embraced in a passionate kiss. He is a very powerful, muscular, very dark-skinned black man. My wife, in contrast is very petite, just five feet tall with pale white skin. The contrast between them is striking.
There is never any waiting. We all go immediately to the bedroom. My chair, as always is placed in the same spot where my view of them is maximized. He turns her so she is facing me and gets behind her.
From behind, his large black hands come up to her tits and as he begins to massage them and pinch her nipples through her thin blouse, she closes her eyes in pleasure and her head falls back as she melts into his muscular chest. He massages for a few minutes then suddenly rips the blouse open. The buttons fly and the material tears as Rachael lets out a loud sigh.
Her nipples are swollen as he pinches them harder, causing her to wince in pain, but makes no effort to stop him. One of his hands slides into her tight leggings, pulling them down and she lets out a loud moan as he slips his middle finger into her pussy.
He kisses the back of her neck, moves around and sticks his tongue in her ear. He is a master at foreplay and works her over for an hour, edging her and denying her an orgasm, during and after which she is a quivering mass completely under his control.
Finally, he picks her up and lays her on the bed. He then undresses and his cock springs free. It is obscenely huge and compared to Rachael’s tiny frame, it looks even bigger. He leans over Rachael and they stare deeply at each other.
They are literally staring into each other’s souls. Her breath comes in gasps as she pleads with him to please do anything to let her cum. He is not through teasing her though.
He takes his cock and moves the tip up and down her pussy opening. She is beyond any semblance of self-control. She arches her hips trying to get him inside her, but he just backs away. Her body is quivering and she is nearly sobbing as she begs for even the tiniest bit of relief.
I have never seen such a desperate need in her. My throat is completely dry and my heart is pounding as I helplessly watch, my cock hardening but confined in its cage.
Finally he tells her, “I’m not going to fuck you yet.” Her face shows pained desperation. “I’m not going to fuck you until you beg for your husband to beg me to fuck you. I want to hear him beg me to fuck you. Tell him to beg me to fuck you.”
He has her right where he wants her. She turns to me, her face in pure agony. “Please beg him to fuck me. Please!”
Now he has me where he wants me. Torn between her desperate need and my place as her husband, I quietly say to him, “Please, please fuck my wife.” He looks back at me, “Louder. Say it like you mean it.” I repeat louder and with more force,” Please fuck my wife.”
Her desperation is now over the top. He says to her, “ Now tell him to tell me that your pussy is mine, Tell him to tell me that you are mine.” She is out of control. “Tell him!” she screams. Now he has both of us where he wants us. Reluctantly I say,” Her pussy is yours. Her body is yours, she is yours.” My humiliation and my status as a cuckold is complete as it is repeated every time we meet.
Eight months ago, when he first tried to penetrate her, it took time and doing for her to adjust to his size. Over time, she has been stretched. Now, after having me beg him and taking possession of her, he effortlessly and completely slid his full-length balls deep into her re-shaped pussy. Her reaction was instantaneous.
Her body stiffened, then began convulsing as she screamed through an orgasm so intense it was almost violent. Her guttural scream was like nothing I had ever heard. He then began to unmercifully pound her. Her hips met his stroke for stroke as she begged him to fuck her even harder.
After a few minutes, he pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her knees and easily slid fully into her from behind. Her orgasms seemed to come one after another. He turned to me, “What do you say?” he demanded. “Fuck her.” I said. “Fuck her like I can’t. Make her cum like I can’t.” He pulled out and laid on his back, his enormous veiny cock sticking straight up.
Without any hesitation, Rachael faced me, straddled him and impaled herself fully on his erection. Another orgasm racked her body. Finally, he picked her up, put her on her back and began pummeling into her. “Where do you want it?” he asked her. “In my pussy. Cum in my pussy. Cum in YOUR pussy!” He turned to me. I knew what he wanted. “Cum in her pussy. It’s yours. Cum in it.” One final thrust and they both screamed their orgasms as he pumped his black seed more deeply into her than I ever could.
After about a fifteen minute rest, during which they passionately kissed and ran their hands over each other’s bodies, he sat back between her spread legs, he took her left hand and removed her diamond wedding ring and inserted it into her cum filled pussy. He moved it around, pulled it back out. It was coated with his semen.
He placed it back on her finger and told her to let his semen dry on it. Then he backed away and nodded at me. I have never gotten used to cleaning his cum out of her, in fact I find it revolting, but both he and Rachael force me to do it. So again, I crawled between her legs.
The smell of their combined sex was overwhelming. Rachael let her pussy muscles loose and the thick semen flowed into my mouth. There is always so much. Finally, he said, “Ok, you know where to go.” I went to the kitchen and made dinner for them while they laid in bed.
After dinner, I went into the spare room sown the hall where I spent the night while they slept together in our bed. Several times during the night I heard them having sex.
This scenario is typical of an every Saturday occurance, plus an average of two other times a week for the last eight months. At the direction of her bull, I just took her to a tattoo parlor where I was told to get her three Queen of Spades tattoos.
A two inch one on her tit which is visible if she wears a low cut blouse, a four inch one on the outside of her calf just above her ankle, and one over her pussy. He has talked about bringing another BBC into our arrangement.
She is a total hotwife. He is her bull. I am the cuckold.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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