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Subject: {ASSM} The Anniversary Presents (M+/F, slutwife, cuckold, gangbang, humil)
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It was coming up on our first anniversary when my wife and I proceeded
beyond our usual passionate but essentially mundane love-making and
began sharing sexual fantasies with each other, and sometimes even
play-acting them with each other. Not that there was anything wrong
with our sex life--to the contrary! We had still been in the throes of
our "newlywed bliss" and experimentation hadn't been necessary.
Love-making had been almost always missionary (though my wife did
enjoy being on top from time to time), and the sharing of regular oral
sex, which we both enjoyed giving and receiving, plus lots of stroking
and foreplay. We were quite compatible sexually--or so I thought. By
the time the clock would tick away our first anniversary, my view
would be somewhat different.

My name is Nick. I was 30 at the time of this narrative, 5 foot 10,
long brown hair and beard and mustache, gray "puppy-dog" eyes, fairly
attractive face. Unfortunately, I had two shortcomings (though my wife
didn't think they were, at the time). I was a bit overweight, weighing
about 250 pounds--the only honest word is "fat". I also am not very
well endowed: my dick is only about 5.5 inches, it might reach 6
inches when I'm positively rigid with lust, but I doubt it.

My wife is Brittany. She was 20 when this all went down. I won't say
she's gorgeous because you won't believe me. She is, however, quite
pretty and I still feel (even after all that's happened) quite lucky
to have won her love and to be married to her. She is small, only 5
foot 6 in her bare feet, and around 120 pounds. She has dark brown
hair with all kinds of red highlights which makes it look very sexy,
and she keeps it permed so though she wears it hanging to her
shoulders, it is somewhat curly. Her eyes are auburn. She has a firm,
well-toned body from her swimming and a minimal (but highly effective)
exercise regime. In fact, she has what I call an "earthy" build: quite
lush and well-rounded, especially her firm ass which I absolutely
worship. Her breasts aren't huge, but they are round as apples and
pleasantly plump with big nipples that come erect at the slightest
teasing. Her belly is nicely rounded and firm, and her pussy is both
shaved and incredibly tight. She started shaving about a week before
we married when she found an old "shaved-slut" magazine of mine as we
were cleaning my house and getting her things moved in.  She said if I
liked that, she'd do it. I should also mention that about the time
this story begins, I shaved too--she laughed when she first saw it,
saying it made me look like a nasty little fat boy, then she smiled
and gave me a really hot blowjob.

The change in our marriage started about a month before our first
anniversary. We had made love very passionately and were quite
satisfied, I thought, but about 15 minutes after I'd turned off the
light and we'd settled down to sleep I was suddenly aware of Brittany
moaning next to me. I leaned over her naked body and kissed her
forehead.

"You all right honey?" I asked. Her response was to grab my hand and
pull it between her legs where her other hand was busily, frantically
fingering her pussy. I chuckled. "Hey, I thought you were satisfied!"
She moaned.

"Nothing personal, lover," she said as I felt her fingers working in
and out of her hot slit, "I'm just incredibly horny tonight and you
were nice but I needed more." She had three fingers stuffed into her
tight little cunt and as I gently stroked her hairless mound I felt
her slip a fourth finger in and begin frantically fucking herself.

"Hey, Brit," I cautioned. "Slow down. You're going to hurt yourself!"
I slid my fingers down her swollen lips and started to wiggle them
inside but she grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

"NO!" she said firmly, almost angrily and I started in surprise. "I
want to do it myself! You can have your hand on top of mine but don't
touch me otherwise." And I lay there beside my wife, my hand on hers
as she furiously finger-fucked herself to a long, shuddering cum. As
she masturbated I felt her other hand slip down between her firm
asscheeks and from the way she stiffened I assume she slid a finger up
her anus. I should point out I had never fucked Brittany's ass because
she said she was far too tight and she said even my small size would
hurt too much. All she ever allowed me to do was to lick her crack
from time to time. Being an ass man this was a bit frustrating, but
since I love kissing and fondling ass more than fucking it, I could
live with her prohibition.

Anyway, after she had climaxed she slid close to me and put her arms
around me, kissing me deeply in the dark. I stroked her hair and
asked, "So what was that all about, honey?" She was silent for a
moment, then giggled softly.

"I had an interesting day," she said. "I had to take a bunch of papers
out to Adams." I need to explain that Brittany, sweet, small Brittany,
works for the state department of corrections in their main office in
the city. Sometimes she has to do courier work and ferry various
documents to local jails and prisons. "Adams" is a medium-security
prison about 20 miles from town. Yes, she has to wear a uniform when
she goes out to the jails. I think she looks pretty bitchy and
dominating in her uniform--I wouldn't want to get on her bad side,
even though she's not a guard.

"So? You've done that before," I said. "You've never been like you
just were, though."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she replied, stroking my chest--stroking my
tits, to be honest since being as fat as I am I have a set of breasts
almost but not quite as large as Brittany's (and not as sexy looking
either). "It's just that... well, I've never been out there in the
summer when they have the inmates in the yard... and most of them were
working out... and they looked REALLY hot!" I became aware that
Brittany was rubbing her smooth mound against my leg. She was hot and
wet against my skin.

"Whoa, Brit!" I pulled my leg away and she whimpered slightly. "Are
you saying you got turned on looking at those guys?" She giggled
again.

"Yeah. You wouldn't believe how good they looked! All firm and
muscular and some of them you could see the bulges in their shorts!"
Brittany had her hands between her legs again, as I sat up and turned
on the light.

I looked down at my wife, lying there naked, rubbing herself for the
second time in half-an-hour. "I've never seen you like this, Brit," I
said. "I thought we had a great sex life." Her eyes snapped open and
she stared at me, surprised. Her hands came away from her pussy and
she was sitting up with her arms around me in a flash.

"Oh my god, honey," she said, her tone very sympathetic, and she
kissed me. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad!" What could I say?

"I don't feel bad, Brittany, I'm just surprised. I never knew you had
a roving eye!"

"I don't. I mean, I have fantasies, just like you and every other
human being does, but I love you and I'm all yours!" She kissed me
again, deeply. I felt her nipples grow hard against my chest and I
breathed in sharply as she ran her hands over my big belly and down to
my limp dick.

"You have fantasies?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, gently stroking my hairless crotch. "You want to
hear the one I had today? Bet it turns you on!" I was surprised by
this aspect of my wife I had never seen before. Now I know it's
because we'd reached the end of the "newlywed sexual bliss" phase of
our marriage. Back then I had no idea where this was all going to go.

"Ummm, sure, I guess."

"Mind if I play with myself while I tell you?" She looked at me coyly.

"Ummm...go ahead," I conceded. Then, "Can I play with you too?"

"Well, ah, I'd really prefer to do it myself. Don't be hurt, ok?"

"I'm not," I said, frowning slightly.

"You can do something for me though," Brittany said with a naughty
grin, laying back and stroking the insides of her thighs with her
small, pretty hands. I raised my eyebrows in question. "In my second
dresser drawer there's a dildo. Get it for me, please?" I guess my jaw
dropped. "Don't look so surprised, lover. I bought it today on my way
home from work. Get it please?"

I got it. Actually it was a vibrating dildo. I stared at the thing as
Brittany pulled it from its box. It was 9 inches long and thick, a
real monster (or so I thought--time would convince me otherwise). It
was also black. Brittany looked at me and patted the bed next to her
gorgeous body.

"Sit down and watch, love," she said. "I'm gonna tell you a very hot
story and when I get done I'll suck you til you cum." What the hell,
with an offer like that I couldn't say no. As I watched, Brittany ran
the big dildo over her tits, and her nipples stiffened. She ran the
big black rubber cock down to her pussy and rubbed it against her
puffy cunt lips. When she backed off a little I could see the head of
the dildo was very wet. Brittany teased herself, and began to tell me
her fantasy.

It was amazing. She told me how she often fantasized about the
prisoners she saw, especially the black ones. The ones that day had
been bare-chested, sweaty, working out and that had turned her on.
They had also watched her as she went into the administration
building, and they'd been waiting by the fence when she came out.
Their comments as she walked back to the car had been crude, very
sexual, and had made her very horny. She wasn't totally sure but she
thought one of the black men had pulled down his shorts and flashed
his cock at her as she walked past. In the car she said she had an
orgasm.

I guess my face showed my consternation, because she stopped. "You
okay, honey?" she asked. "You're not upset are you?"

I wasn't actually. I was just really shocked to hear that my wife was
excited by other men. But when I looked down at myself and was honest,
I guess I understood. I'm a very nice guy with a good personality, but
my body is fat and my dick is small. I decided it wasn't surprising
that my wife, attractive and sexy as she is, would sometimes think
about better-built, better endowed men. Plus I felt twinges of
excitement in my crotch as I thought about my wife eyeing a row of big
black prison inmates with lust in her eyes. "No, I'm just getting used
to the idea," I said, and my voice sounded a bit high and tense. "Go
on."

She did. She told how she got in the car and stared out at the inmates
who had gone back to working out and she started thinking about them
grabbing her, ripping her uniform off and fucking her silly with their
fat black cocks. At this point in her story she shoved the big black
dildo up her tight cunt--not slowly, no. She fucked that 9-inch rubber
prick right up her pussy with one stroke and she squealed like a stuck
pig when she did it. My little dick got hard and I imagined it was one
of the black prisoners stuffing my wife's hole.

As she sat in the car she undid her pants and began fingering herself
to a wild cum. She said it was like that the rest of the day. She
fantasized about big black inmates gang-fucking her and went to the
bathroom three times to masturbate. Brittany told me her fantasy was
that they grabbed her while she was at the prison, or broke out and
came to the house and got her and fucked her and made her take their
cum all over her body and in her mouth and just basically used her
holes for their raunchy satisfaction. She said she even thought about
taking big black cockmeat up her ass!

I just sat there watching my wife dildo-fuck her hot cunt and listened
to her filthy story, and getting horny thinking about watching such a
scene. I began to see her in my mind, fucking and sucking all those
black prisoners, and I began thinking about what I'd be doing during
this. Finally I broke into Brittany's lusty monologue.

"That's pretty hot, Brit," I said. My voice sounded funny to me, and
she opened her eyes and looked at me. "That's a wild fantasy." My own
nasty fantasy was growing swiftly and I gulped. When I spoke again, I
swear I sounded like I'd breathed helium, my voice was so high and
whiny. "Can I add to it, baby?"

Brittany's eyes were wide as she pummeled her cunt with her black
dildo. "Yesss," she hissed, "But it better be fucking hot and nasty
like my big fat black cockmeat!" I shuddered and raised up on my knees
so my wife could see me stroking my little dick. I hoped she could see
it under my fat, jiggling belly.

"I'd love to watch you doing that," I said and she gasped. "I'd love
to have those black guys break into the house and tie me up and set me
in a chair where I would have to watch you take them all on." Brittany
moaned and began working the dildo in her cunt, staring into my eyes.
"And they'd take your dildo and shove it up my ass!"

"Holy shit!" Brittany yelled. "You'd like that?!" I grinned
sheepishly.

"You're not the only with a nasty fantasy or two, honey! I have a
bisexual dream or two, ok?"

"I guess so...it's just surprising to find out my husband thinks about
cock." The look in her eyes was kind of odd, but really hot. "Is there
more?" She looked at me questioningly. I nodded.

"You'd fight them at first but once they started fucking you, you'd
really get into it. You'd beg for them to use you as their whore while
you looked at me with a fire in your eyes that told me just how much
you enjoyed getting fucked by such BIG cocks." Brittany nodded,
wide-eyed, and fucked herself. "When they all got done squirting your
holes full of cum you'd get up and come over to me and sit on my face
and make me clean you out while I bounced on the dildo and you jacked
my dick until I came all over my belly."

"Oh, how slutty!" Brittany moaned.

"Yeah, you'd look good," I replied and she gave a nasty laugh.

"Not ME, baby, YOU!"

That was all I could take, I began to cum, spraying my juices all over
Brittany's tits and as it splattered on her Brittany shoved the black
dildo clear to the balls and screamed out an incredible climax. It
must have lasted five minutes.

I started to get up and Brittany grabbed my hand. "Where you going,
love?" she asked.

"To get a washcloth and clean us up." I pointed at her slimy tits and
her soggy cunt and thighs, then at my own fat, sweaty belly and tiits
and crotch. Brittany shook her head.

"No, I want us to sleep just like this, wrapped around each other and
rubbing our nasty, sweaty, cum-dripping bodies together all night
long. I wanta feel it on me and smell it in the morning."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I never knew you had this nasty streak in you,
Brit!"

"Well, I do," she answered with a naughty grin. "Is it a problem?" 

I slid down next to her, rubbing my own fat tits against hers and
reaching down to get a handful of her cunt goo and smear it all over
her ass. "Fuck no! It's ok with me!"

She laughed. "Somehow I knew you'd like the idea of me getting fucked
by fat black cocks."

As we lay there in the dark again I asked, "Would you really want to
do something like that?" She moved langourously against me.

"I don't know. If the situation ever arises, we'll see."

With that, we went to sleep.

*          *          *          *          *

Like I said, it was about a month before our first anniversary and I
needed to figure out what to give Birttany as a gift. Of course I
wanted it to be special and after our bout of fantasy that night I
began thinking how I could fulfill her lusty dream for her.

I talked to a friend of mine who worked in the same office as Brittany
and he told me about a special work-release program that some inmates
were in. If they were offered work they could get a special pass to be
out of the jail for up to 12 hours while they worked. They would be
escorted by a guard. The cost was based on how many men were needed.

My friend Darrin happened to be a burly black guy and I asked him if
he could arrange to be the guard. He looked at me curiously and wanted
to know why I asked. I swallowed to build up my courage and told him
about Brittany's fantasy and how I wanted to fulfill her fantasy on
our anniversary. He just grinned and asked me if, as the guard, he
would be allowed to take part. I said yes, as long as he was dressed
as an inmate. He allowed that that could be arranged.

"So how much for nine guys, plus you?" I asked. He did some figuring
in his head.

"Well, you usually have to pay $500 minumum, and since there's some
risk for me I'd have to ask for more..." His voice trailed off.

"What?" I demanded. I hoped he wasn't going to get greedy.

"Well, Brittany is such a fine piece of ass, I'll tell you what. I was
going to say a thousand bucks," and he held up a hand at my gasp, "but
what we'll do is that you give me the thousand, I'll make the proper
note in the book, then I'll give you back the thousand as payment for
letting us fuck the whore you're pimping for."

I was stunned. I was also incredibly excited--the thought of selling
my wife's body was so fucking hot.

"Just one other thing," Darren said. "I get to choose the nine guys,
and I warn you they're going to be mean, ugly, motherfuckers with
fucking huge cocks. They'll wear Brittany out and I guarantee once
they get started you won't be able to stop `em. Most of `em haven't
had a piece of ass since they went in. Is that ok?"

For a moment my good sense tried to get me to back out, but I thought
with my damn dick again and I said yes. And then I had to explain
myself, "See, Brit and I got married with her right out of school. I
don't want her to think she was denied a fulfilling sex life twenty
years down the road because we got married when she was so young. If
she wants to enjoy some black cock now and sow some wild oats, that's
a whole lot better than a divorce somewhere in the future." I spoke
fast, trying to convince myself more than Darren.

"Shit, Nick," he said with a grin. "You don't have to convince ME! Now
what's the scenario?"

I began to describe how the whole thing would proceed.

*          *          *          *          *

The morning of our anniversary Brittany greeted me with a big smile
and a kiss. She even had a single rose laid on my plate at breakfast.
I gave her a nice card I had selected, along with a little bottle of
expensive perfume. She kissed me deeply as we sat down to eat.

"So what does this mean," she asked, smiling sweetly as she read my
card. "You have a surprise for me?"

I nodded knowingly. "Could be. You'll just have to wait and see." She
gave a little pout that made her look incredibly sexy. Then she fixed
me with a cool stare.

"Well, two can play that game. I was going to tell you something
special but now you'll just have to wait til after work." Her cool
gaze vanished in a warm and radiant smile. "So there!"

We both laughed and went on our ways, she to the corrections office, I
to the radio station where I work. I wondered what her surprise was,
then shrugged it off. We both had work to do, there was no use wasting
time wondering. Besides, she'd find out about mine that night.

Brittany called me twice during the day to tell me she was thinking
about me, then just before she went home (she got off work about an
hour before I did). She sounded kind of funny so I asked her what was
up.

"Well, I was going to call and just say I was heading home and I'd
have a very nice romantic dinner laid on when you got there, but
something just happened and now..." Her voice trailed off in a way I
recognized as her "I'm feeling hot and bothered" tone.

"What happened?" I asked innocently, though I knew well enough.

"Darren stopped by my desk and said congratulations on our
anniversary. Then he asked if he could kiss the bride and you know, I
blushed but said sure, since he wasn't able to make the wedding last
year. So he leaned down and kissed me, and he put a hand on my ass and
slid his tongue into my mouth before I could stop him, and I could
feel a huge lump in his pants against my belly!" Brittany's voice was
very thick with excitement. "I pushed him away and told him he was out
of line, and he just gave this nasty little laugh and bent over me
again and whispered that all white women love the thought of a black
man. Then he went away...God, I nearly came in my panties!"

"Wow," I said, trying to sound shocked, even though I'd told Darren
pretty much what to say. "Are you okay?" She gave a "Whoosh" and
laughed a little.

"I'm fine, but now I'm so horny I may come over to the station and
fuck you right in the control room!"

"Not a good idea, Brit, what with the window opening right on the
sidewalk and all!" We both chuckled. "Why don't you go on home, forget
dinner, and I'll wrap things up here and come right home."

"God, but I'm so crazy now...and I feel kind of guilty that it was
Darren who turned me on."

"Don't. He's a good looking guy, and given your fantasies about black
guys it's not that surprising. Anyway, you've been thinking about me
all day, that's why you were so susceptible to what he did, right?"

"Yeah, right. If you say so, love." She didn't sound convinced, and I
was pretty sure that while she had certainly thought about us making
love that night, her groping at Darren's big black hands had made her
far wetter and hornier than thoughts of me. "I'll do that...do you
mind if I use my friend while I wait for you?"

"You mean your dildo? If you need it, feel free. You'll just be that
much readier for me when I get home!" There was silence for a moment,
then I asked, "Will you have my surprise for me when I get home?" She
giggled girlishly.

"Maybe. Will you have mine?" 

I took a deep breath and went into my spiel. "Uh, you know, Brit, uh,
sometimes things don't work out and I guess..." She cut me off.

"You don't have the surprise you promised me this morning?" She
sounded a little irritable.

"I'm sorry honey, I really am. Hopefully it'll get here tomorrow or
the next day. I'm really sorry...." I sighed like I was saddened by
some shipping delay. "All I can give you tonight is me." With that she
giggled again.

"Well, that'll have to do then, I guess. I suppose you'll be
adequate." The tone of her voice when she said "adequate" was kind of
bitchy, or at least I thought it was. Well, maybe I just felt guilty
about setting Brittany up.

"I'll be home soon, Brit," I said. "Save some for me?"

"Maybe," she said, and hung up.

I started to have a funny feeling about it all.

*          *          *          *          *

I arrived home 45 minutes later to find Brittany lying on the dining
room table, a pair of black leather crotchless panties showing off her
tanned flesh, as well as a cut-out leather bra. She was busily
stuffing her big black dildo in and out of her tight pussy, and I
smiled at the scene.

"Wow, with this kind of dinner waiting for me I'll never be late
again!" I said, walking over to her and fondling her hard-nippled
tits.

"Oh shit," she moaned, "I am so fucking horny I can hardly stand it!" 

"Well besides your being hot for me all day, and your fondling at your
boss's hands, what's got you so het up?" I stroked her smooth, firm
belly and let my fingers tease the insides of her thighs.

"Oh you bastard," she panted as she humped her dildo into her tight
hole. "Just as I was leaving work Darren told me he'd just had a call
from Adams. Some inmates apparently slipped out of a work party and
escaped. He said he was warning all personnel who have gone out there
in case the guys might have some crazy idea of revenge on authority or
something." I looked at Brittany quizzically.

"And that excited you? You are strange, love." Brittany grunted as she
continued fucking herself with her black rubber cock.

"No, not that they escaped, but I couldn't help thinking about the way
I've teased those guys this last month--" I gasped, acting surprised.

"You mean you've done it again, after the time you told me about?" My
wife blushed and nodded.

"Yeah," she whispered, "I've done it three or four times. And once I
flashed my tits as I walked by the fence..." She began to shudder in a
brief but hot orgasm. When she recovered she looked up at me and began
working the dildo again. "Anyway, I kind of started fantasizing on the
way home that they came here and took their revenge on me!"

"Wow, honey," I said, running my hands from her incredibly wet,
hairless pussy up to her nipples, smearing her juices all over the
stiff nubs. "And that makes you hot? The thought of all those fat,
black cocks using you?"

"That, and you having to watch me get fucked, and watching me start to
get into it and be a nasty slut." She moaned again and writhed in
lustful ecstasy.

"Well," I said, "I guess I'll have to help you out as best I can.
Sorry I'm not black, though, or 10 inches long." I took off my clothes
as Brittany watched me, but as I stepped between her legs she shook
her head.

"No, lover, don't fuck me yet. I..." She blushed. "I want to enjoy my
black cock a little longer."  Hey, I'm an easy dog to hunt with. I
walked around to her face but she shook her head. "No sweetheart, I
don't want you to waste your cum in my mouth. Just stand over me and
let me watch you jack off--only don't cum, ok?"

I laughed. "Well I don't know what you have in mind, Brit, but I'll
play along. You still thinking about a bunch of black prisoners
fucking the shit out of you?" I noticed movement outside the side door
which opens into our living room. Brittany, laying as she was,
couldn't see and I grinned as I saw Darren and a bunch of other black
guys in orange prison jumpsuits standing at the screen door. I winked
at them and Darren nodded.

"Oh yesssss!" Brittany hissed. "Gigantic black cocks making me cum and
cum and cum!" She rammed the dildo deep into her pussy and shuddered
into a climax as I leaned down and sucked on one rigid nipple, and
waited.

*          *          *          *          *

There was a loud crash as they slammed the screen door open and poured
into the room. As the living and dining rooms filled with black men I
was surprised to note there were substantially more than the ten I'd
asked for. In fact, there were 10 blacks in orange prison uniforms,
but the rest of the blacks looked like they'd just come in off the
streets. They were all uniformly big and mean-looking. Even Darren had
put on an afro wig and was wearing some kind of scar makeup on his
face and had done some other things so that Brittany wouldn't
recognize him.

"What the fuck!" I said as four of the black inmates ran over to
Brittany and me. They pulled me away from my wife and threw me in the
corner, standing menacingly over me.

"Shut the fuck up, white shit," said Darren. "And don't move your
sorry white ass."

Brittany was left lying in the middle of the dining room tanle. The
swollen pinkness of her nipples and pussy contrasted sexily with the
black leather of her cut-out bra and panties, and the thick end of her
black dildo was pressed tightly against the widespread lips of her
cunt.  As the gang of burly black men pressed in they reached out and
began fondling my wife's nearly naked body, and I watched her writhe
under the rough touch of their hands.

Brittany looked at me lying naked on the floor, then back at the
blacks and there was a little fear in her eyes. One of the prisoners
(I differentiated between the ten inmates and the other blacks), a
barrel-chested, incredibly muscular man whose name I learned was
"Bubba", stepped up to my wife. He was at least 6-foot-4 and she had
to strain a bit to look up at him. He stared at her, undisguised lust
in his eyes. I saw her recognize that look for what it was and I saw
her tremble. Then I saw my wife glance down and appraise the big lump
in the black prisoner's jumpsuit.

"Dis is da white bitch," Bubba said. "She da fucking whore dat teased
us all month in da prison yard, flashin' her fuckin whore tits at us
an' all."

"Yeah," said another black man. "Fuck, I ain't been able ta sleep
nights thinkin' about her sitting in her god-damn car with her legs
spread showin' us her fuckin' cunt!"

"Hey, white shit," Darren asked me, "you know how your slut wife been
teasin' us at Adams?" When I didn't say anything one of the black men
guarding me slapped me. Brittany's head swiveled at the sound and she
watched me take it without fighting back. "I fuckin' asked you a
question, fat boy!"

"You leave him alone," she said, speaking bravely to the assembled
blacks. "He's my husband and I love him. But he didn't tease you. It's
me you want revenge on, not him."

Bubba reached out and grabbed my wife's chin in one huge black hand
and pulled her face close to his own ugly one. "Don't YOU fuckin'
speak until we say, bitch," he said. "You a god-damn whore and we
gonna rape all your holes til you can't sit down for a week. You gonna
be our fuck slut all night long. We gonna show you what it like to get
fucked by REAL men with REAL cocks, big fat fuckin' black meat dat you
gonna end up worshippin' and beggin' for." He threw me a disgusted
look. "Not dat fat white pussy boy over dere who ain't got enough dick
to satisfy a hot whore like you! Right?" Brittany just stared at him
as he gripped her jaw. He let her go and then slapped her, hard. "I
said, ain't it right dat your fat baby-dick hubby ain't man enough to
satisfy you hot cunt, bitch?!"

Brittany turned to look at me. Then one of the black guys standing
over me raised a foot and set it down on my crotch. I winced at the
heavy boot on my soft dick. Bubba laughed.

"Yeah, you look at your fat pussyboy hubby. Tyrone gonna grind his
little dick inta da ground if you don't answer my fuckin question!"
And Tyrone began to suit action to words.

"Oh god, don't let him hurt me, Brit!" I whined.

Brittany looked like she was about to die. I'm sure she was a
veritable cauldron of conflicting desires: not wanting to hurt me, but
positively dripping with lust at the sight of all these black studs,
not wanting to give in and change our marriage, but undeniably willing
to get fucked by all these black men. She whimpered and replied,
"Please don't hurt Nick, I-I-- you're right that his dick is very
small and doesn't pleasure me as much as I sometimes want." The look
on her face said "forgive me, lover".

I felt a surge of lust at my wife's admission and suddenly I could
hardly wait for her to be stuffed with thick black cock. I glanced
over at Darren and he took my cue like a pro. "Hey man," he said,
grabbing Bubba's arm, "let's tie up the fat piece of white shit and
make him watch us gang-rape his slut wife." The rest of the blacks all
began nodding and grinning, and I was dragged to my feet and pulled
over to one of the dining room chairs.

"Hey man, let's get our fuckin clothes off and show the whore our
meat," another black guy said. "Then his bitch can compare what a fat
faggot looks like next to a black man, a real man!" Brittany was
staring at me as the black men approached me. I put up a little bit of
a fight until Tyrone grabbed my crotch and squeezed hard, then I bent
over as if I was in great pain. Another guy stepped up to me with a
knife and I began to whine.

"Don't hurt me! Don't cut me! Don't hurt my dick! Please! Do whatever
you want to her but don't hurt me!" I looked at Brittany and she was
lying there with her legs spread wide--she hadn't tried to close her
cunt to the host of black men in the room. Those horny black studs
pawed at her tits and ass and belly and ran their fingers up between
her legs to fondle her hairless, dildo-stuffed twat. Brittany was
writhing and moaning under their touch, and looking at me with
something akin to shock in her eyes as my naked body was tied to the
chair, my back arched in such a way that my little dick stuck up from
beneath my fat belly. There was a hint of something else there too,
something both cold and hot at the same time. I wondered what was
going through her mind.

Somebody hooked their fingers into the waist of Brittany's panties and
dragged them down and suddenly everyone froze, staring. Brittany's
hairless pussy was now completely exposed to everyone. Her cuntlips
were swollen and pink, her clit standing up, engorged, her thighs wet
with her juices. Her fat black rubber cock was still shoved to the
balls in her hot hole. Brittany turned her eyes from me and swept the
assembled black men with a sudden look of mixed apprehension and
anticipation. Then everyone seemed to explode into motion.

I was set at one end of the dining room table as Bubba and Darren
pulled Brittany down to where they stood. Darren's fingers found their
way between Brittany's legs and plunged into her sopping hole ALONG
WITH THE DILDO and she cried out, reflexively closing her legs. Four
black men growled and stepped up, pulling her legs wide open and
holding them down. Men stepped up around her head too and I could see
for the first time that almost all the blacks were naked or getting
there.

Brittany had noticed too and she was staring, openly lustful, at the
big black cocks that were being displayed. "Oh my god!" she moaned as
cock after cock was bared and shown off for her. Bubba leaned over her
and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue plunging between her lips.

"How you like that, white slut?" Darren asked, a nasty chuckle in his
voice. "You like Bubba's tongue down your throat? You like swapping
spit with a real man?" Brittany moaned something around the black
man's tongue and one of the guys standing around her head with his
cock wagging pulled Bubba up.

"Let her answer the man, Bubba," the guy said. Then he leered down at
my whimpering, moaning wife as her mouth remained open and her tongue
snaked out, searching for another wet kiss. "Looks to me like she does
though!"

Bubba, denied the pleasures of Brittany's soft, hot mouth slid a hand
down to join Darren's, shoving two fingers up opposite his around the
dildo. "I think she likes having her holes stuffed with big black
things," Darren laughed, "and it don't matter if it's tongues,
fingers, dildos or...." He let his voice trail off suggestively.
"Isn't that right, white whore? You hungry for black things inside
you, ain't ya?"

Brittany raised her head and looked down her firm, young belly, first
at the two black men fingering her dripping cunt, then on down at me,
naked and exposed in my fatness. She stared right in my eyes and
humped up against the black hands rubbing her, then raised her hands
on either side of her head to grasp a fat black prick in each. "Yes, I
am," she hissed and her lips curled in a suggestive smile, eyes still
locked with mine. I knew she was thinking that there was no way I (or
she, for that matter) could stop the black criminals from thoroughly
fucking every one of her cock-hungry holes--and she wanted to do it!
"I've been fantasizing about black cock for months. And not just any
black cocks, but the cocks of the prisoners I see every day! Every
time Nick has fucked his little dick into me, or I've used my dildo,
or had him eat me I've thought about black prick. I haven't had an
orgasm in the last month when I haven't been wishing it was caused by
swollen, sweaty negro cock banging my tight cunt or ass!"

"Hey Darren, you were sure fucking right about this bitch wanting her
lily-white ass fucked silly!"  said one of the guys being stroked by
Brit's hot hands.

I shot him a really dirty look--you know the kind, if looks could
kill? But then I noticed that all the men had gone quiet, and Brittany
was grinning down at Darren and me at the foot of the table. I glanced
up at Darren and he had a nasty grin on his face too as he reached up
and pulled off his stupid wig. I thought the shit was going to hit the
fan for sure, and that Brittany would probably walk out as she put the
pieces of my little deception together. I guess I must have winced or
blushed or something because suddenly she began to laugh, a low,
throaty, nasty chuckle.

"Shit," she said, "Nick you bastard, you should see the look on your
face! You set me up and now you think I'm going to go apeshit and walk
out!" And she laughed again. "Well surprise, surprise!" She thrust
herself down onto Darren and Bubba's fingers, hard. "Fuck my hot cunt,
you big black studs. Finger me Darren, like you did at the office when
you told me my fat pussyboy husband's plans!"

Now it was my turn to gasp, and be shocked because all the black guys
were grinning evilly down at Brittany's writhing body and she was
opening her mouth to lick at the heads of the fat black cocks gathered
around her face. Her hands reached out to her sides and grasped at the
negro cocks gathered there, pulling them in close to her face. And
Darren turned to look down at me.

"Sorry man," he said, "but Brit figured out something was up and today
she cornered me in my office and made me `fess up. She got so horny
when I told her what you were planning she made me finger her nasty
white cunt, and I was still there sucking on her hot white pussy when
she called you. She came right as you hung up. Shit, she has a sweet
cunt. I can't believe you're gonna let a bunch of black criminals
gang-fuck her. If she were MY woman, NOBODY else would touch her!"
Brit?! He was calling my wife by MY pet name for her?!

"So I played along with you, baby-dick, though I told Darren to bring
as many black cocks as he could get, not just ten." Brittany said, her
voice hot and husky with lust as massive black cocks rubbed her tits
and legs and arms and belly and everywhere they could get to her soft,
white flesh. "This was your surprise for me, right? That you were
selling me like a whore, that you were pimping me to a bunch of black
fuckers?"

"No," I said, beginning to struggle against my bonds. "No, I wanted it
to be like your fantasy of getting fucked by black prisoners." Bubba
laughed then.

"Ain't no use tryin' ta get outta that chair, fat boy," he said. 

"That's right, Nicky," Brittany said with a sneer in her voice. I hate
that nickname and she knows it. "You're going to sit there and watch
me get gang-raped by these big black cocks, and you're going to listen
to me beg for it and love getting stuffed full in every hole and get
filled with cum!" She turned back to the cocks around her head and
began licking and sucking them again. Darren pulled his finger from
her cunt and stood up straight, pulling down his prison jumpsuit as he
did. Standing next to me, I could see his cock clearly and I
shuddered.

It was a massive piece of male meat. It was at least 15 inches long
and as thick as my wrist. In the back of my mind I wondered if
Brittany had ever seen it before as Darren said, "Hey, white slut,
look at this!"

Now mind you, there wasn't a cock in that room less than 10 inches
long (except mine, of course), but Darren's was truly humongous.
Brittany looked at it and her eyes grew as big as saucers, then she
gave a truly wicked grin and licked her lips. She looked at me as if
to say "watch this, baby" and sat up, reaching down for the massive
black prick.

"Do you want to fuck my asshole with that big thing?" I was shocked,
but we all knew what the answer would be. I made a token objection but
Brittany just looked at me and said, "I'll take care of you later,
pussy boy. You don't get a say in who I fuck anymore!" Darren towered
over Brittany by a good two feet. Brittany got on all fours and then
slid down so her face and shoulders were hard against the tabletop.
Her ass was pointed straight up and looked fantastic. "Is that thing
wet enough?" she asked.

"No," he replied shaking it a bit. 

"Then get it wet. There's a cocksucker right behind you who'll get it
soaking for my tight little ass." Darren turned to face me and I
stared up at him in horror.

"Hey man," he laughed, "You told her you wanted black meat too. I'm
bisexual so it's cool with me."

"Go on you fat pile of shit," Brittany demanded. "Suck cock like you
told me you wanted to. Get it nice and wet to take my ass cherry, the
cherry I'd never give your wimpy little dick-turd in a million years!"
The other black guys laughed nastily. I started to protest but
Brittany just sneered at me. "Don't fucking try that shit with me,
Nicky! I can see how hard your pussy-dick is under your fat belly! You
want it bad, and you want to see it fuck up my shithole too!."

I was damn near beside myself! Brit was totally right. I was so horny
I was pretty sure I could shoot without touching myself. And I wanted
to suck Darren's big black cock. I opened my mouth and tenatively
stuck out my tongue.

"Shove it in, Darren," Brittany commanded and suddenly black hands
were grasping my head and the fat black cock was being forced down my
throat. My mouth began to produce saliva like you wouldn't believe and
I throughly soaked the pulsing cock as it filled my mouth completely
and slid down my throat. I vaguely heard Brittany demanding some
tongue getting her asshole wet, and then her moans so I knew some
lucky black stud was servicing the hole I loved to suck. Then I heard
another black guy demand she suck his meat while she waited for me to
get Darren wet and she replied that she wanted as many cocks as
possible stuffing her mouth.

I don't know how long it was, but I do recall hearing Brittany scream
her way through a couple of orgasms before she panted "Is that
gorgeous hunk of black cockmeat wet enough yet for my asshole?"

"Yeah," Darren responded. "The pussyboy cocksucker did a good job. He
slobbered all over it." Darren's prick was pulled from my mouth and I
moaned at the loss. Brittany laughed, a mean, sneering sound.

"Don't worry, Nicky, you'll get plenty more!" Then to Darren, "Shove
that big piece of meat in my ass," she demanded. He kneeled down
behind her and rubbed his cock up and down her ass crack as she moaned
from its touch. He slowly lined up his cock with her asshole and began
applying pressure. It took a long time for him to just get the head
in. I could not believe he was able to keep going but it was not long
before he had 6 inches in. She was now making lots of noise and
moaning. He had to slow down because the tightness of Brittany's ass
was preventing him from going any further. He began to pull back and
then work it into her asshole, gaining a little bit each time.

"What's the matter - you can't do it?" Brittany challenged. "Not
strong enough? You have a big black cock like that and you can't even
slam it all the way up my ass? C'mon you big black fucker - FUCK MY
ASS!!"

He was now at about 8 inches - fucking amazing. I thought Brittany was
going to pass out any minute. It just looked so wild -- like a cartoon
or something. There was this totally petite porcelain-skinned brunette
with one of the tightest asses I've ever seen being butt-slammed with
a big black cock roughly the same dimensions as my forearm.

"GOD DAMN IT YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS NIGGER!" Brittany screamed
suddenly. "I WANT THAT STINKING COCK UP MY ASS TO THE FUCKING BALLS --
RIGHT NOW!!!" She rammed herself back on the huge cockmeat, and Darren
responded by ramming forward without any attempt to ease it deep. He
also slapped her ass hard, a deep red handprint appearing on the pale
white skin.

"Fucking white slut," he growled. "Don't you fuckin' call ME a nigger,
you trashy cock-begging whore! You want so much cock, then TAKE IT!
Fuck the bitchy slut's white whore face, boys!" Brittany was now
making incoherent noises as he slammed his cock up to the hilt in her
asshole. Other guys were around her face, pulling on their own big
cocks. I stared at them, and I'm sure every fucking cock was 10 inches
or more, though none as big as Darren's.

He was talking nonstop now as he grudge-fucked her ass, slamming in
and out - pulling all 15 inches out and slamming it all the way again.
 "C'mon take my big black cock....you tight little bitch......you
ass-fucking whore.....this what you wanted, huh, white shit bitch? You
call your fat hubby a pile of shit, but I think he learned it from
you, you cock-hungry whore. You tell your fat pussyboy hubby about
your surprise yet?"

Huh? I leaned closer as Brittany monaed, "No, I haven't told him."
Surprise? I thought this turnabout in my present to her was her
surprise?!

It was easy to tell he was going to come any time as he picked up
speed. "I wanna cum, slut. I'm going to pull out of your ass - I want
you to take my load in your white whore cunt," he said. "Why don't you
tell your fat pussyboy husband about your surprise for him right now
before I ram my big black cock up your slut cunt and fill you with
thick, black seed?"

That cold, impending sense of doom settled over me again.

Brittany opened her eyes and looked back at me as Darren reamed her
ass with his massive cockpole. The look on her face was one of pure
lust as she sucked and slurped on black cock after black cock that was
fucked into her hungry mouth. She smiled at me, a nasty, whorish
smile. Whatever her surprise was, she was going to enjoy telling me, I
knew. She let a last cock fall from her lips.

"This morning, before you teased me and refused to tell me what your
surprise was, I was going to tell you. Then when you gave me that
bullshit line this afternoon on the phone WHEN I KNEW FULL WELL WHAT
YOU WERE PLANNING, I decided I'd tell you about my surprise when you
wouldn't be able to do a fucking thing about it. So...." She opened
her mouth and sucked on the head of fat black cock, then let it go
with a juicy pop. "You know how we've talked about having a baby?"

I shuddered. I was pretty sure what she was going to say. Then I
nodded, staring into my wife's eyes. She sneered.

"Well I've been keeping track of my cycles. Today, for our
anniversary, I was going to tell you and we would have made love all
night long and made a beautiful baby. But no, you had to play mindfuck
games, you fat pussyboy whore! Keep fucking my ass you bastard!" she
screamed at Darren. He was chucklling as she continued. "When Darren
told me your plans, I was so pissed that you wouldn't just tell
me...so now he's gonna cum, and you know what? TONIGHT, RIGHT NOW, I'M
AT MY MOST FERTILE AND THIS FAT-COCKED BLACK BASTARD IS GOING TO STUFF
MY PUSSY, FILL ME WITH HIS HOT SWEET NIGGER SEED AND KNOCK ME UP!"

"Oh my god!" I groaned and suddenly I was cumming. The humiliation of
my wife wanting another man's, a BLACK man's, sperm impregnating her
drove me crazy with a twisted lust and I shot my cum high in the air,
splattering against the underside of the table.

"I think the fat shit approves, bitch," Darren laughed as he pulled
his cock from her ass. I stared at my wife's anus, gaping wide open as
Darren slotted his hard, dripping cock in her slimy, hairless cunt.

"Well then he'll like this even better," she said nastily. "After
Darren fills me with his cum, every hot black fucker here is going to
cum in my slut cunt, just to make sure I get a black baby growing in
my belly. And then I'm going to take them all in my ass and they'll
give me more spunk in my bowels--and YOU, my fat pussyboy Nicky, will
have to suck it all out. But only from my ass, you leave my pussy
alone because I want to be sure I get a real man's spunk making a real
man's black baby in my womb."

She reached down and grasped Darren's throbbing cock in her little
hand, stroking it and rubbing it against her swollen, pink, dripping
pussy. She nudged it over her thick clit and moaned as little shocks
of electric lust jolted her. The black stud then pushed her hand off
and slid his thick meat all over her shaved cunt mound, spreading her
copious juices all over, even onto her thighs and back up to her still
spread asshole. She opened her mouth to moan and Bubba stepped up.

His cock was about 12 inches and Brittany stared at it, licking her
lips. "Ooooh, is that for me, Bubba?" she asked sweetly and he gave a
twisted grin.

"You bet, you white tramp," he said. "It fulla black cum for you to
drink like a whore!" My wife slid her hands around the fat black cock,
then moved one down to Bubba's bloated nuts and squeezed. He grunted
as she looked up at him, her eyes cool.

"Don't you dare cum in my mouth until you've put your first load in my
nasty pussy," she said hotly. "I want your best blasts of spunk to go
deep in my cunt to help insure that I get knocked up with a black
baby." When Bubba nodded, Brittany opened her mouth wide and sucked
him in. I watched as she expertly eased her way down the swollen
shaft, until she reached her gag point. Bubba grasped her head then
and forced her down and every inch of that cock disappeared into her
gaping oral fuckhole! I groaned. Darren laughed.

"Bet you didn't know your wife was such a hot slut for black cock, did
you Nick? Man I can't believe you fucked this scene up so bad. You
shoulda just told her you were gonna give her black cocks for your
anniversary, then YOU'D be the one knocking your wife up. Too bad
you're such a fucking pussyboy. I bet things change after this!"
Brittany was slipping her mouth back up Bubba's cock and Darren took
the opportunity to nudge the huge head of his cock between the lips of
her cunt. "You ready for this, you fucking white slut?" he asked her.

Letting Bubba's cock out of her hungry, cum-sucking mouth with a juicy
pop, Brittany looked back at Darren and gave an evil, positively
demonic grin. "Yeah, you god-damned nigger assfucker! Shove that
fucking dick all the way up my cunt! I don't care how much I scream or
writhe, or how much it hurts or how you rip my twat apart, you fuck
that bastard to the balls in my cum-hungry hole so I'll know your
sperm will squirt deep and spawn a nigger child in my belly!"

I was too fucking horny to care anymore. I wanted to watch this gang
of black studs rape my wife and pump her full of their semen and get
her pregnant.

"Shit, man, I wanta fuck this white cunt's asshole while Darren
squirts her pussy full," one of the guys said. Every sound stopped,
even Brittany's juicy sucking on two cocks which were being wagged in
her face. "She wants to be stuffed with black cock, let's get her in a
position where she can get fucked FULL! Darren, lie down on the
fucking table, and the rest of you guys pick her up and put her on his
big black cock, straddling him. Then whoever wants her slut mouth
sucking him off can stand around her head, and then I fuck the
tightest ass in the state--and I'm sure it's still the tightest even
after Darren's fucked it, since it was cherry when he started--I can
ram it up her shithole to the balls!"

I squirmed in my chair. Then I looked up and Brittany was looking at
me. She had a big smile on her face as she licked her lips and turned
her body to slide off the table.

"Yeah, let's do it " she laughed and they quickly re-arranged
themselves.

Darren lay on his back and his 15 incher stood straight up as Brittany
straddled it. "You're gonna have to fuck yourself down on this bastard
hard, slut," he said, and she nodded. "You're gonna have to take me
deep to get my black seed to impregnate you."

"I know," she growled. "I want it stuffing me so full it hurts!" She
notched the thick head of his ebony shaft into the oozing slit of her
hairless cunt. I stared wide-eyed as my horny wife fingered her clit
and rubbed her boss' enormous cockpole up and down her sopping gash,
soaking it with her juices.  Her cunt was practically gushing with
slime and Darren's cock was glistening with it. Then with a squeal
like a rutting sow, Brittany thrust herself down on the massive rod!

I watched as my horny bitch wife slid down and down and down on the
thick black cock, forcing herself on it and groaning and wailing as it
stuffed and stretched her tight little cunt to the limit.

 From then on the night was an unending symphony of moans and cries and
shouts and swearing, and the wet, juicy sounds of cock after cock
pounding into my wife's incredibly wet holes. It was amazing enough to
watch her take Darren to the balls in her cunt, but when another one
of the guys climbed up behind and eased his cock into her ass I just
sat there slack-jawed, amazed at how nasty it looked to see her
stuffed full.

Did I say stuffed full? Sorry, my mistake. That didn't happen until
five minutes later when she reached out and pulled the ugliest black
prisoner in front of her and opened her mouth and swallowed every bit
of his 9 inch prick. Jesus, I didn't know she knew how to deep throat,
but she took him all.

What a sight it was, my sweet, innocent Brittany filled with damn near
three feet of cockmeat, and rocking on all of them, moaning and
begging for more! I couldn't help myself, I came all over, my tiny
spurts plopping down on my thighs and running down my legs. A couple
of the black guys noticed and laughed uproariously, and when she
turned to looked I kind of wilted--the look in her eyes was sardonic
amusement and disgust.

A while later they had her sitting on another fat cock, and the
prisoner it was attached to was squeezing Britt's breasts together
while one of the white prisoners fucked his meat between them.
Watching that black cock stuff her ass made me crazy, and listening to
her screams of lust as she had climax after climax was tearing me
apart. Yet at the same time I was so incredibly horny, and so happy
that my wife was getting her fantasy fulfilled, I couldn't figure out
if I was cumming or going.

And Brittany just kept going, taking every bit of cock that was
offered to her. She was like a possessed woman. It was damned sexy.

*          *          *          *          *

Somewhere along the line I fell asleep or passed out or something. I
don't really remember, except that when I woke up, I was laying in bed
and Brittany was pressed against me from behind, her arms around me.
That was the nicest feeling, after the wild night we had had.

She was already awake and as I turned toward her, wondering if it had
all been a dream, she had a shit-eating grin on her face. She kissed
me hard and thrust her tongue into my mouth--a tongue dripping with
cum! "Drink up, baby," Britt giggled as she held me close and rubbed
her still wet body against me.

I finally rebelled and broke away and lay there looking at her.

"What?" she asked. "It was our fantasy, wasn't it, we enjoyed it
didn't we?"

"You fucked 20 guys, including Darren, and you let them cum in your
pussy on your most fertile day," I said accusingly. "Now you're
probably knocked up with some black prisoner's baby and I'm gonna be
screwed when people find out!"

Brittany looked at me quizzically, then burst out laughing. I didn't
know what she thought was so funny.

"Baby," she said, "Not one of those wonderful studs came in my pussy.
Not ONE! They refused to do it, they said living out our fantasy was
fine, but that you were a good man and deserved to have your own child
with your own wife." Britt had a tear in her eye as she told me.
"Isn't that the sweetest thing you ever heard?"

I gathered my wife into my arms and took her to the bed and laid her
down and gently kissed and licked her all over, cleaning her up, even
licking and sucking her rosy, well-fucked ass pucker as she moaned and
writhed. She stroked my back and head and finally pulled me up, and I
sank into her wet, well-fucked pussy as she whispered, "Oh yes baby,
fill me with your cum, its you I want to give me a baby!"

I was ecstatic and began pumping her pussy full of cum as she wrapped
her arms around my head and hugged my face to her breasts.

Our anniversary presents were a success!

Of course, 9 months later when our twins were born, I was a bit
surprised by their dusky complexions, but maybe thats just some
Eastern Meditteranean heritage in one of us...

THE END

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