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"We've been invited to a party," my wife Kristy said gleefully as she walked in the door. "Carla at work is having a couple's cocktail party." Kristy was a bit overweight, but well proportioned with a really cute face. Her weight, though, supplied her with really large breasts, which I enjoyed. Plus she had a bubbly personality so she made friends easily. I wasn't surprised that she had received an invitation.

"Okay," I responded. I didn't like parties, I always felt uncomfortable with the small-talk with people I didn't know well.

Apparently my lack of enthusiasm was given away by my response. She stepped up to me with a playfully stern look. I was a shorter than average guy, but she was slightly shorter than me, so we were a good fit. Her dark shoulder length curls bounced as she poked me in the chest. "You're going," she said with mock anger, "It's a couple's party, I was told I couldn't come without a date."

I raised my hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Sounds fun."

The party was on a Friday night. After work we had a light dinner then got ready to go. I dressed pretty casual as usual, just jeans and a blazer. Kristy wore one of her dresses, a dark blue one, that really showed off her amazing cleavage and accentuated her ass. I could have just stayed home and admired it all night, but plans had been made.

We arrived at the party location, a large white mansion looking house on an upscale side of town. Kristy took my arm as we walked up to the door. As we climbed the steps, the front door was opened by a butler who must have been watching out for new arrivals. I could see the inside parlor of the house was already filled with people, I assumed many of them friends of Kristy's from work.

As we stepped up to the front door, Kristy raised her arm in a big wave. "Donna!" she said and ran into the house, disappearing into the crowd. The butler gave me a sideways look. I just shrugged.

As I entered the house, there was a table set up to the left. I attempted to walk past, but a man behind the table stuck his arm out to stop me. "Sir, your car key."

"What?" I asked, surprised at suddenly being stopped.

"All of the men are required to leave their keys," he said motioning toward an oversized brandy snifter. It was indeed half full of a mishmash of different keys and key chains.

"Oh, yes, of course," I said, fishing in my pocket then dropping my key into the giant glass. The man lowered his arm and nodded. I then made my way into the party.

The parlor of the house was packed with people holding drinks and chatting with each other. I slowly made my way toward the back of the house, shaking hands and introducing myself to whoever took notice of me. All of the women were very elegantly dressed, and I began to realize that most of the men at the party were large, tall black men. It didn't matter much to me, though, just an observation. Everyone seemed friendly enough, and I met quite a few new people.

I finally found my way to the bar which was manned by a guy in a white shirt and bow tie.

"Rum and coke, please," I said. He started preparing the drink. "You guys are really taking drinking and driving pretty seriously here, huh?" I asked as he poured the drink.

"What's that, sir?"

"They took my key at the door."

The bartender looked at me blankly.

I leaned in, maybe he hadn't heard me. "They took my key, so I wouldn't drink and drive."

The bartender laughed pretty hard at my statement. "Right, drink and drive," he said and gave me a little finger point, then placed my drink on a napkin.

That was odd, I thought as I took my drink and turned back to start mingling again. The events replayed in my head, the man at the door said everyone had to leave their key. No, he had said all of the MEN had to leave their key. And it was required of the women to bring a date. A lump formed in my throat.

I caught a glimpse of Kristy near the back of the room talking with a tall black man. They were laughing at something and she gave him a playful slap on his arm. I rushed over, dodging a few strangers in my path.

"Kristy, I need to talk to you," I said. "Excuse us, sir," I said to her companion. He smiled and turned to talk to another lady. I pulled Kristy to an open area near a wall nearly spilling my drink.

"What is it, honey?" she asked.

"Kristy, this is a key party!"

"Right, that's what Carla had called it," she replied.

I shook my head in amazement. "Do you know what a key party is?" I almost screamed.

"Uhhh, I thought it must be just a fancy cocktail party. I had never heard of it."

I slapped my forehead. My poor innocent wife. "Kristy, when you leave the party you have to pick a key from the jar at the front door. Then you go home with the guy who's key it is," I swallowed hard. "...for the night."

Kristy's eyes got wide as she realized the implications. "I didn't know. What are we going to do?"

"How about this," I said. "We leave soon, before some other lady grabs my key. You just pick out my key from the jar. It has that key chain you bought me." My key in fact did have a rather unique key chain. It featured a brightly colored cartoon character, it wasn't hard to miss.

I began to notice some of the women making their way for the front door. "We better go soon."

"Ok, let me just go say goodbye to Carla and Donna," she said.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Fine, just hurry. People could get really upset if we break the rules of the party." Kristy was always very conscious of upsetting people, so I knew that would get to her. She nodded and disappeared back into the mob of people to say her goodbyes.

I made more small talk with random people as I slowly made my way to the front door. I got into view of the big brandy glass just as a woman in an elegant evening gown was drawing a key out of it. She held it high above her head and a big black man pushed his way out of the crowd. They smiled, eyeing each other up and down. She then took his arm and they exited the front door held by the butler. Knowing what the couple was going to do next kind of turned me on.

I was getting nervous as a few more women lined up at the jar. Where was Kristy? She was sure taking her time getting out of here. Finally she emerged from the crowd and got in line, smiling at me reassuringly. I smiled back. It looked like we may just get out of this thing uns**thed.

The women in front of Kristy, both stunningly beautiful, got their keys and their companions, this time an older white guy and a younger really well dressed white guy. I felt a little proud for these guys, and a little jealous, that they were going to bed such beautiful women that they probably didn't even know.

Kristy got her turn to step up to the brandy glass. I could see my key chain down in the jumbled mass of keys. By the way she was looking into the side of the glass I could tell she saw it to. She reached in and rummaged around a little bit, shuffling the mass of keys around trying to get her hand into position. The man in charge of the keys took notice.

"Just pick a key, ma'am," he said.

Kristy kept rifling around until at last her finger hooked the ring of my key chain. I could see she sighed with relief as she pulled it out and held it out toward me. A key with a key chain bearing a Porsche emblem dangled from her finger. She had hooked someone else's key! The look of shock on her face would have been priceless if we hadn't been in this situation.

A large black man, well dressed and handsome with a clean shaved head, stepped out from the edge of the crowd. I recognized him, I had spoken to him earlier. His name was Charles, a nice guy and well-to-do. He looked at my wife, smiled, and took the key from her hand which was still held out frozen in front of her. He then put his arm around her shoulders and led her toward the front door. She looked back at me, desperate. I was stunned, all I could do was stand and stare as they left into the night. The last glimpse of them I got was Charles sliding his hand down my wife's back and grabbing a handful of her ass cheek, making her jump with surprise. Then they were gone.

My wife had been a virgin when we got married, she had never been with another man. I still held out hope that she would somehow find some way to escape the situation with her virtue intact. I, on the other hand, had been with several other women before I had even met her. Perhaps this was my rare chance to "legally" sow some more wild oats.

The party was starting to thin out with couples leaving every few minutes. I went back to the bar, got another drink, and returned to my spot near the front door. More women were pulling keys and leaving with their companions. I noticed that all of the women I would have been attracted to and would want to spend the night with had already left. As each women left, I sized her up, finally deciding that I would be ok with bedding her, but each time it was someone else's key. Nevertheless I patiently waited for someone to pull mine.

A woman stepped up to the glass. She was plain, straight flat hair not really done up, not wearing any makeup that I could tell. If she had features that her clothes would accentuate, it wasn't happening. Her body was like a board. Again, I sized her up, and for the first time that night I decided I would NOT want the woman up to bat to pull my key. Anyone else but her. I must have jinxed myself. She held my key aloft.

I reluctantly stepped forward. She eyed me and I could see that she was trying to not be rude, otherwise she would have shrugged. I took my key from her hand and we stepped out the front door together.

On the drive home I found out she was Donna, the person Kristy had waved so enthusiastically to at the party when we had arrived. Donna had bought a friend to the party, who happened to be a big black man, hoping she would end up with the same. I could sense her disappointment with having gotten stuck with me. We decided to go to my house. Once there we awkwardly tried to kiss and get in the mood. We then retreated to the bed where she gave me a blowjob. It was relaxing, but nothing exciting. She then pulled me on top of her and we started fucking, but she really wasn't doing it for me and I was having a hard time getting anywhere. It seemed to be the same with her. I excused myself for a moment and put some porn on the bedroom TV and we fucked some more. I then jacked off furiously, mostly watching the porn, and came on her flat chest to get it over with. We then went to sleep.

In the morning I woke up first. I was getting dressed as she awoke. I offered to make her some breakfast, but she politely declined and just asked to be driven home. I dropped her off, then waited anxiously for Kristy to be brought home.

Hours later, right around noon time, Kristy finally walked through the door. "I'm exhausted," she said dropping her handbag on the counter by the door. "I'm going to sleep." She then went into our bedroom and shut door without so much as a glance toward me.

I sat for a few moments. I wonder what had happened to her last night? Was she able to get out of her obligation of the key party? Had Charles treated her right? He seemed like an upstanding guy. He would have treated her right if she wanted out.

I went over to where Kristy had dropped her handbag in what I thought would be a vain search for some kind of clue. There was actually something there, next to her bag. It was a thumb drive I hadn't seen before. Had she brought it in? I took it in my hand, turned it over a few times, then went and plugged it into our smart TV. A video began playing, the image of a bedroom, a king size bed with clean white sheets.

"I record all of my sessions," a voice from off camera said. I recognized it as Charles' voice. "Don't worry, you'll get a copy."

Kristy entered from the left, followed by Charles who had his shirt off. He stepped up behind her, placed his hands on her hips, and leaned down and began kissing her neck from behind. Kristy leaned her head back. It seemed she was a willing participant in this. Did Charles somehow talk her into it, or did she just decide to play along? Or perhaps it could have even been my pleading with her to not break the rules of the key party. The thought that this could be a result of what I said made my stomach flip and my cock start to get hard.

Charles continued to kiss her neck while he began running his hands up and down her sides, then slowly around to her stomach and up to cup her breasts. Kristy's face was blocked by Charles' head, so I couldn't see her facial reaction, but she raised her hands and laid them atop his as he slowly fondled her.

The television picture was really quite good. Charles must have had a professional video and lighting setup. I felt like I was right in the room with them watching as Charles kissed and rubbed my wife.

After a few more moments of kissing, Charles took a step back. I could now see Kristy's face. Her eyes were closed, her head still tilted back. It seemed she was enjoying it. Charles slowly unzipped the back of her dress, then let it drop to her feet. She was wearing a matching lace bra and panties, very erotic. Charles gently turned Kristy by the shoulders and pulled her toward him, she stepping out of the dress. He took her hands and placed them on his chest. His body looked like that of an athlete, his pecs and abs chiseled and well defined. Kristy slowly rubbed her hands over his chest and his abs. I had nothing to compare with his body, so this must have been a whole new feeling for her, feeling a well developed male body.

I could see it in Kristy's body language, her hesitating. She did not want to go further. Charles reached down and unbuttoned his pants, then gently pressed down on her shoulders. She slowly dropped to her knees. Kristy reached up and hesitantly unzipped his pants. At that point she was frozen, she seemed she couldn't go on, but she didn't say a word. Charles hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and began lowering them. The shaft of his cock hanging down within his pants became visible as the pants lowered. The more they lowered, the more shaft became exposed and the wider Kristy's eyes got. Finally the pants fell away revealing Charles' full cock. Even flaccid it was a good ten to eleven inches, and really thick. Again, I had nothing that came close, Kristy was used to seeing my tiny in comparison five inch cock. I couldn't tell if the look on her face was horror or excitement. Perhaps both.

Kristy stared at for a few moments until Charles gently caressed her head, signaling her to carry on. She reached up with one hand and held his cock up so it pointed straight at her. She lowered her head, examining it from below as well as getting a good look at his huge testicles. She gingerly reached up with her other hand and cupped his balls, played with them a little bit. She then leaned in, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and slowly and sensually ran her tongue from the base of the shaft up to the head of his cock. She then ran her tongue back down, then time continuing on to the balls, tracing their contours with her tongue and lips. She gave his balls some little kisses, then ran her tongue back up his cock. Rivulets of saliva ran down his cock and began dripping away. Here was my wife running her tongue along some other guy's cock, and what's worse, she never treated my cock that way! I was lucky if I got a few seconds of mouth time. Her demeanor had always been one of slight disgust when it came to giving blowjobs to me, but here she was really enjoying giving one to this big black cock.

Arriving back at the head of Charles' cock, she pursed her lips and pressed her head toward him, the cock entering her mouth and slowly widening her lips in a circle. She only got the head in before pulling back, then went in again, this time a little farther. One hand grabbed the base of his cock to steady it, the other gently massaged his balls. Kristy continued moving her head forward and back, not rushing but taking her time to acquaint herself with the massive cock. With each move forward she was getting more of the cock into her mouth. Charles put one hand on the back of her head, urging her to go a little deeper. Kristy complied, getting far more cock into her mouth that I would have thought possible. Her lips seemed to be stretch to their max, forming a tight seal around the shaft.

Charles reached down and slid his hand down inside the top of her bra, taking her breast into his large hand. I knew exactly what he was feeling, I knew the shape of Kristy's breasts well, the shape and feel of her nipples. The thought that I knew what Charles was experiencing in that moment was too much for me. I undid my pants and pulled my cock out. It was already at it's max size, the head engorged and purple. I began to slowly stroke it, not wanting to finish before the end of the show.

Kristy continued to suck Charles' cock, her hand now stroking the shaft as she moved her mouth over it like a stretched pussy fucking onto his dick. Occasionally she would pull her mouth away and run her tongue down it's length again, take a few swipes at his balls, then go back to sucking. I got a bit jealous, never had she ever given me such an involved blowjob!

Charles, who had been leaning over to fondle Kristy's breasts, reached behind her back. Suddenly her bra loosened as the latches came undone. Kristy lowered her arms and the bra fell away revealing her full shapely breasts. Charles stood back up straight and pulled away, taking her arms and raising her to her feet. His cock hung slightly down, the massive weight of it too much to stand straight out. He then knelt down and pulled her panties down exposing her large muff.

Charles stood, looked down on her, and shook his head. "Girl, come here," he said sternly. He took her hand and led her away off camera. I stopped stroking my cock, waiting for them to come back. Nothing. I listened intently, grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, for any clue as to what was going on. Still nothing. Finally I began fast forwarding. About ten minutes of recording time later they reappeared on the screen, Charles leading Kristy by the hand. She had her back to the camera. I admired the shape of her slightly large ass. Just enough flab to give a nice ripple when fucking her from behind but not so much as to show any cellulite.

Charles directed her to turn and sit on the bed. She turned and sat, scooting back so her legs were no longer hanging off. Charles then placed his hands between her knees and spread her legs apart. Charles had shaved her pussy! I had asked her several times to shave her pussy, but she always refused. Now she had allowed this stranger to shave her. What was it about him, was he that much of a sweet talker, or was she mesmerized by his cock?

Kristy's pussy was just a crack, her pussy lips barely peeking out. Charles grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, causing her to drop flast on her back. His cleanly shaved head then moved to block the view of her freshly shaved pussy. From this angle all I could see was the back of Charles head slowly moving slightly back and forth, up and down, all the while Kristy's legs splayed out on either side. I could hear slight licking and slurping sounds and he worked her pussy with his mouth and tongue. Kristy never got very excited when I ate her out, and I began to wonder if she was enjoying this until her hands appeared, grasping the sides of Charles head as he worked. His arms reached around her thighs and out of sight, evidently to massage her breasts while servicing her.

This went on for a while. I kept having to stop stroking myself for fear of cumming too soon. I was getting close. Suddenly there was a sound from the video. The doorbell had rang. Charles turned his head to the right.

"Wait right here, girl," he said, rising to his feet and exiting the frame. Kristy lay flat on her back. Her clean pussy was now pink and engorged. Her pussy lips were spread wide, moisture glistening within them. Her hand reached down and ran little circles over her clit for a few seconds. She then pushed herself up to sitting position, leaning back on her hands and looking toward where Charles had exited. There was the sound of movement and the front door closing. Charles returned, his massive cock still sticking out, though hanging a bit lower. Kristy's eyes followed it. Then her gaze darted to behind Charles and she sat straight up with shock.

"Don't worry, girl. They're just here to watch," Charles said. Three other large black men entered the room. They weren't as nicely dressed as Charles had been earlier, they had on low hung jeans and t-shirts. Two of the men had short tight hair, the third a head full of dreadlocks.

The three men moved to the far side of the bed near the top of the video frame. Charles climbed onto the bed and crawled toward Kristy who was looking with fear at the three men. Charles took Kristy's legs in his hands, pulled her so she fell flat on her back again, and turned her slightly so she was no longer facing the men. She turned her attention back toward Charles. He had climbed up between her legs, his cock hanging down at her obscenely.

This was it. Was it really going to happen? Was my wife really going to let him fuck her, or would she call it off? What was I talking about, all of this had already happened, but I was becoming anxious and excited. I couldn't help but stroke my cock furiously. I could feel my cum starting to well up.

Charles sat up and maneuvered himself. Kristy looked up at him with concern. Was she afraid of what she was about to do, or was it fear of that massive cock? Charles began rubbing the head of his cock up and down over her pussy lips. Kristy covered her breasts with her arms, perhaps becoming a bit shy with the three other men in the room.

Charles continued rubbing her clit with his cock, then moved it slowly down and pressed it against her pussy lips. The tip seemed to almost enter, but then it popped up slid over her pussy and onto her stomach. At that moment, Kristy reached down and took the enormous cock in hand, directing it between her legs and toward her pussy.

She was going to help him fuck her! With her legs spread out around him, Kristy guided Charles' cock as he slowly pushed forward. The head disappeared between her pussy lips. He paused, pulled out a tiny bit, then pushed forward again, all the while Kristy making sure it was true. She bit her lip as the thick shaft reached her pussy and entered.

"Oh, oh god," she said as Charles thrust deeper still. A few thrusts later and his whole cock was buried in my wife's pussy. She let go of his cock and grabbed on to his large biceps as Charles pulled almost all of the way out. His cock was glistening and dripping with her pussy juice. She was really wet! With a single mighty thrust he buried the whole cock in her again. She moaned even louder and pulled at his arms, bringing him down to her. He lay flat on her, squashing her breasts between them. Kristy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as Charles began a slow rhythmic motion with his pelvis, his ass clenching with each thrust.

I could only imagine how tight Kristy's pussy must be around his thick cockmeat after only ever having my tiny dick. The contrast of his dark skin and massive cock against her milky white flesh, his balls swinging and slapping against her asshole, was too much. My cock exploded, cum shooting farther than I ever had before. It pulsed and jerked and shot again and again until the cum was just dribbling out over my hand. The carpet now had a streak of cum pointed back to where I was sitting on the couch, a pool forming right under me. I sat back, my cock still pointing straight up, and continued to watch.

Charles seemed to be keenly aware of the camera angle, affording me the perfect view of his cock stretching my wife's pussy. Each pull out displaying the glory of his huge glistening cock beneath his massive balls, then disappearing again within Kristy's shaved pussy, the moisture gathering around it where his cock slid against her on each entry. I admired the shape of her ass against the bed as Charles pushed into her. Kristy's legs rose up, wrapping around Charles and pulling him into her a bit more forcefully.

Meanwhile, the three other men in the room had been rubbing the crotches of their jeans. They began removing their shirts, then dropped their pants, running their dicks through their fists. Their cocks were just as big as Charles'!

Kristy now had her hands on Charles' back, rubbing and caressing him as he pounded her pussy with a little more force. Her head was turned to the side, facing the camera. Her eyes were closed and she grunted loudly with each thrust. She was much more vocal with Charles than she ever was when I fucked her.

One of the men with short hair climbed up on the bed on his knees. He positioned his cock right at Kristy's face and tapped it on her cheek. She opened her eyes and without missing a beat sucked the cock into her mouth! The man put his hand on her head and grabbed a handful of her dark curly hair. He then began pushing his cock in and out of her willing mouth. Here was my wife getting fucked in her pussy and mouth at the same time! She reached her arm between the mans legs so her hand was on his ass, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. With each of Charles' thrusts her body bounced up, and she worked hard to keep the man's cock sealed in her grunting mouth.

The second short hair man took his place on the other side of my wife, grabbed her hand, and placed it on his cock. She instinctively began jacking it off. Charles had lifted his body up, giving access to her breasts, which the two men took advantage of, rubbing and kneading them as she fucked and sucked.

The doorbell rang again, but the action on the bed didn't stop. The dreadlocked man exited the room.

"About time you got here," he could be heard saying out of frame. He entered view then pointed toward the screen. "You take the camera," he said. The camera jerked a little bit, then the picture began to move about the room, showing the bed from different angles. Whoever had entered the house was now filming, but I didn't get a chance to see who it was. They seemed to know how to work the camera, though, to get the best angles.

In the mean time, Kristy had turned her head to suck on the second short haired man's cock while she jacked off the first one. Charles fully pulled out of Kristy, his cock gleaming with slickness, and she let out a little disappointed whimper though not pausing on her blowjob. Charles moved back out of view and the dreadlocked man took his place between Kristy's legs. With a single long thrust he forced his whole cock into her cunt. Kristy pulled her mouth away from the cock she was working on and threw her head back, moaning loudly. She then went back to sucking cock.

"Man, this bitch loves to fuck," one of the men said. "What a slut." They all laughed and the two with their cocks near her face high fived each other. Kristy didn't take notice, she just continued sucking one dick, then turned her head and sucked on the other. The dreadlocked man began fucking into her with long powerful strokes. Kristy's breasts bounced with each impact. She raised her legs up and put her ankles on his shoulders as he continued to pound her.

The sight of his cock disappearing between the curves of Kristy's ass got to me, and I began stroking my cock. I tried to imagine the feeling of having that huge cock, it rubbing between her ass cheeks as it entered her tight wet pussy, making her feel like a real woman being fucked by a real man.

After a few minutes of the dreadlocked man's long fuck strokes, he pulled out and one one of the men she had been sucking got into position to get some pussy. He pushed her legs back and slid his long dick into her. She pulled him down and kissed him as passionately as she had kissed Charles. The man pulled his face away, then stuck his tongue out toward her mouth, which she then proceeded to suck on, bobbing on it like a cock, then rose up to stick her own tongue in his mouth. The dreadlocked man moved up to her head. After kissing for a few more moments, she turned away and pulled the dreadlocked man's cock into her mouth, it drenched in her own pussy juice. Her tongue ran out and circled around his cock head, ran along the shaft, then continued sucking with all her might, all the while getting jerked up by the cock meat slamming into her pussy.

The man now fucking her pushed her legs all the way up to her breasts, then moved up so he was fucking straight down into her cunt. The bed bounced as they fucked and Kristy continued to moan, grunt, and stroke and suck cocks.

After a few more minutes of this fucking, the man pulled out and crawled away. Kristy's legs flopped onto the bed. Her pussy was wet and stretched. It was gaping a bit, but slowly shrinking back to closed. She didn't let up on the working the two cocks still at her head until the other short haired man moved back and grabbed her arm.

"Come here, slut," he said, turning her over and pulling her on top of him. She complied, swinging her leg over him, then grabbing his cock and guiding it into her pussy as she lowered onto it. The man's balls slapped against her ass as he began fucking up into her. Kristy leaned over him, her ass bounced up and down, tits hanging down into the man's face. The dreadlocked man pulled her head to one side and shoved his cock into her mouth. She grabbed the cock, stroking her hand up and down it as she sucked. Her fingers didn't even reach all the way around its thickness. A mix of saliva and pussy juice poured down from the cock in Kristy's mouth and ran down to drip from her hand and his balls.

The man under Kristy began fucking hard and fast up into her cunt like a pistoned machine. Kristy pulled her mouth away from the cock.

"Ohhhh yeah, fuck me," she said in a high vibrato caused by the quick powerful fucking. She put her arms down to steady herself against the barrage. The man paused and Kristy began grinding her ass against his balls, once again turning to take the cock in her mouth.

The dreadlocked man pulled away and got off the bed. The man under Kristy pulled her down with his arms around her, locking her down, and kissed her passionately. They continued to grind against one another, her juice dripping down around his balls.

Charles entered the frame behind them and got on the bed. He put his legs over the prone man's legs and moved up behind Kristy, placing his hands on her ass. I began stroking my cock faster. The thought of Kristy taking it in the ass, let alone getting double penetrated, was going to get me off. She would never agree to do anal with me, she didn't even like it when I stuck a finger in her ass, or even touched it! Kristy continued kissing and grinding the man beneath her, evidently unaware of what was about to happen. The man under her stopped moving and held her still.

Charles pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Had had generously lubed it up, so it slid around a bit. Kristy pulled her mouth away from the man under her and looked back at Charles.

"What are you doing?" she asked surprised. Charles ignored her. The man underneath her kept her pinned against him as she tried to struggle. "What are you doing?" she said more desperately.

"Shut up, slut," the man under her commanded.

"Uhhhh.... uhhh..." she moaned as the head of Charles' cock pressed against and finally entered her asshole. Another thrust and his cock began stretching her asshole further as it entered. Kristy turned back to the man below her and stuck her whole tongue in his mouth before their lips finally sealed in a passionate kiss.

The two kissed like lovers as the man under her began fucking into her again. Kristy was moaning and squealing, rubbing her hands over the man's head in their embrace. The camera moved back to a view of Kristy's pussy, the man's cock thrusting up into it, and above Charles' cock pumping in and out of her asshole. Soon the two got into a rhythm alternating thrusts, one cock would pull out as the other entered, and vice versa.

"Fuck my pussy and ass at the same time. Fuck me," Kristy could be heard saying breathlessly. "I'm your slut. Fuck me." The camera moved back to show the whole scene. The man under her released her and she propped herself up on her hands. The other short haired man had moved to the edge of the bed near them and pulled her head down to his cock. She began vigorously sucking it. Pussy, ass, mouth, all at the same time.

The camera was put down, perhaps on a shelf or higher tripod as it showed the whole bed from a higher angle than before. I then saw who had been filming. A woman stepped into the frame. She was white, with long blond hair and stunningly beautiful. She dropped her clothes revealing what could only be described as a perfect body, including a perfectly shaped ass and tits. The dreadlocked man appeared, pulling her by the arm onto the bed. The woman crawled up on her hands and knees until her face was right next to Kristy's. The man Kristy was sucking pulled his cock away and she watched as he pushed it into the blonde's waiting mouth right next to her. The two women looked each other in the eye as the blonde sucked the cock and as Kristy got fucked by two cocks.

The dreadlocked man climbed up behind the blonde, stood on the bed, and lowered his cock down until it was within reach to shove into the blonde's pussy. He began fucking her like a dog in heat. The girls continued to watch each other get fucked. The man infront of them again moved his cock to Kristy's mouth and she took it in. The blonde watched for a moment, then put her lips on the shaft of the cock while Kristy continued to move her mouth back and forth over it.

Kristy's mouth was so close to the blonde's that it seemed that their lips would touch. I began stroking my cock faster, getting ready to cum again. I gasped. Their lips actually touched while they were sucking the cock! Then, the man pulled his cock away and the two ladies began to kiss. My wife was kissing a woman! She had never shown any kind of lesbian tendencies, but here she was sticking her tongue into another woman's mouth! They struggled to keep their heads still and lips locked as the men continued to fuck them.

The man who they had been blowing stroked his cock head quickly in little circles, then thrust it forward. A thick stream of white cum shot out and splashed against the women's cheeks as they continued to kiss. Another glob shot out connecting with their noses. It ran down and over their lips. As they kissed the cum was getting into their mouths, though they didn't seem to take notice of it, they just continued kissing and tonguing each other.

At the same moment I had my own cumshot, stronger than before. It shot just as far as the first, again and again, until I collapsed on the couch, my cock finally starting to shrivel.

Meanwhile the man had unloaded his cum on the women's faces. They paused their kissing and licked some cum from each other's chins and cheeks. It dripped down onto the bed into a big puddle, nearly hitting the man fucking Kristy from below. Charles continued to pound her ass.

Kristy positioned herself over the man under her, and I knew just what she was going to do. I knew her sense of humor, and that she would want some payback for pinning her down. She suddenly kissed the man under her, sticking her cummy tongue and lips into his mouth. He tried to pull away but it was too late, and he gave in, kissing her back and taking the cum.

The dreadlocked man fucking the blonde like an a****l groaned loudly. "FUCK," he said. He balls convulsed and I imagined thick streams of cum shooting into the blonde's cunt. She ground her ass against him, milking the cum from his cock. His cock made a squelching sound as it pulled out of her pussy. He climbed down off of the bed and left the frame to pick up the camera. It zoomed in on the blonde who had turned over onto her back. Her well fucked pussy hung open, though no cum was flowing out yet. It must have been in there deep.

The scene turned to my wife and her two lovers. Charles was slowing pulling his cock out of her ass. He then lifted her up off of the man beneath her and put her back down, her head between the blonde's legs. Kristy laid her head down on the bed, head turned to the side, her ass sticking up into the air. Charles stood up on the bed and stepped up behind Kristy, much like the dreadlocked man did with the blonde, but he guided his cock back into her asshole.

"Yes, fuck my slut ass more," she said. Charles started pounding into her, his heavy balls slapping against her pussy.

"Yes, yes," Kristy continued. "I want one in my pussy, too," she said. Charles motioned to the man who had been beneath her. He stepped up on his knees behind Charles. Charles leaned over Kristy's back so his body was parallel with her, his cock still fucking into her asshole. This provided enough room for the other man to move up and stick his cock into Kristy's cunt from behind.

The blonde watched, her legs splayed open, her wet pussy near Kristy's face.

Charles pumped harder into Kristy's ass. "Eat her pussy, slut," he said to Kristy. Kristy raised her head up and the blonde scooted down a bit. Kristy stuck her tongue out though not quite making contact with the blonde. Charles and the other man pumped harder, pushing Kristy forward enough that her tongue went right up against the blonde's clit. Kristy began licking her pussy with earnest. She worked the clit, then moved her tonight down and jabbed it inside her cunt. Right at that moment a huge glob of white cum poured out of the blonde's pussy and onto Kristy's tongue. She pulled it into her mouth, swallowed it, then continued probing, trying to get more cum to come out. More did, and she lapped it up.

The camera moved back to a view of Kristy's ass. The cocks thrust in and out of her asshole and pussy at an increasing rate. Suddenly the man in her pussy stopped and grunted. He cock throbbed as he held onto her ass, holding himself fully inside. He finally pulled away, his cock flopping as he did. A stream of thick white cum poured out of her pussy as Charles continued to fuck her ass. Kristy could be seen still licking the blonde's pussy.

After several more moments of assfucking, Charles pulled out. He forcefully grabbed Kristy and turned her over, moving his cock over her face. Thick cum shot out, covering her forehead. Another shot over her eyes and nose, another into her open mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow as another stream splashed against her lips. She opened again and another stream of cum covered her tongue. Charles then shoved his cock into my wife's mouth and fucked it for a few strokes. She took it in, moving her head back and forth in a fucking motion.

Charles moved away, leaving just Kristy and the spent blonde in the frame. The blonde sat up, wiped the cum from Kristy's eyes, and place the cum covered fingers in Kristy's mouth. She sucked the cum off of them and swallowed.

"You have been marked by my cum," Charles voice was heard to say. "You belong to me now. I own you."

Kristy nodded solemnly. She seemed to want this arrangement to continue so much that she would agree to anything. Cum was still running down her face and dripping onto her tits. Her legs were open and cum was slowly flowing from her stretched pussy.

"You must do what I say. You must be available to me when I say. There are no exceptions."

Kristy nodded again.

"You will fuck only big black cock, and only when I allow it."

"Yes, master," she replied meekly.

The screen went black.

"Oh, good, you saw the video," Kristy's voice came from behind. She had come from our bedroom wearing a bathrobe. I could still see traces of cum on her face from her excursion just a few hours before.

"Uh, yeah," was all I could muster. She saw my pants on the floor, my cock limp in my lap, the carpet discolored with a streak of cum, but she didn't mention them.

"So you understand," she said. Before I could reply, her cellphone in her handbag on the counter rang. She dug around in the bag and answered it.

"Hello. Yes. Yes. Ok, bye," she said. "That was Charles. I'm his Tuesday night."

"Tuesday?" I said. "But that's our anniversary."

"I'm sorry," she replied. "There's no way out of it. If you'd like you can help me shave my pussy that day."