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My wife Beth had been getting ready for the party all
day. She is one of the most attractive women in our
neighbourhood, and was always one of the hottest women
whenever we went to a bar or somewhere in public. Men
were constantly checking her out, and what’s worse, she
was constantly giving them something to look at. You
see,

Beth is the kind of woman that makes a man tremble in
her presence. She has long blonde hair that is usually
tied up. She has large breasts, probably 40DD, that she
is constantly flaunting: she wears a low-cut shirt
everywhere. I’ve seen her go to work with shirts that,
if she moved too much, had the edge of her nipples
peaking over. What’s even more mouth-watering are her
hips and ass. You can tell by looking at Beth that she
was built for fucking: she has wide, baby-making hips,
and an equally wide, round ass that is usually covered
by a thong.

If anything, Beth is not modest. And she has never had
a problem humiliating me in public, despite my private
pleas for her to stop. For the party, for example, she
is going to be wearing a sheer white tank top, with a
plunging neckline, and a black bra. She is wearing an
extremely short miniskirt that goes one or two inches
above the line where her ass and legs meet. Her tits
are so big, they’re bulging out of her shirt and with
this particular shirt there is very little coverage on
the breasts at all, so the tops of her big brown
nipples are showing. Every man at the party will be
watching her.

My wife had arranged this party, so I knew that there
would naturally be a lot of men there. My wife has a
vibrant social life: she is always going out with the
girls from work, or sometimes she’ll go to dinner with
a male co-worker. She has stayed out all night on
several occasions; I’ve never asked her where she went
on those nights. She also knows a lot of women, too,
but most of them, from what I’ve seen, know mine and
Beth’s little secret. I like to be cuckolded.

A brief bit of background: me and Beth got married six
years ago. On our honeymoon, I was humiliated by Beth
for the first time. She has spent the first night of
the honeymoon with me, but she spent two nights in a
row in my best man’s room, my brother. It was the
adjoining room to ours and they were linked by a door,
so I peaked inside the door and watched, angrily and
excitedly, as my wife was pounded by my much stronger
brother.

My brother also had a bigger cock than me, and Beth
convulsed multiple times in the two nights they spent
together. She probably would have stayed with him
longer but he had to fly back home on the third day. I
had regretted asking him to come along; him and Beth
had gotten along so well before we got married, and I
wanted her to feel extra safe. And that was her excuse
for going to his bedroom for the two nights.

“Honey,” she cooed in her soft voice at that time,
“it’s just that your brother Michael and I want to stay
up late tonight talking, because I feel extra nervous
about falling asleep in this foreign country. You’re
not jealous, are you?” she looked at me so innocently,
knowing that she was utterly humiliating me.

“B-b-b-but I thought that I-I-I could keep you safe,” I
stuttered in a desperate reply.

“Oh you can baby,” she reassured me with a smile. “It’s
just that tonight, I need to talk to Michael. Don’t
worry, it’s about you and me. I want to find out more
about you growing up and that. Don’t stay up too late.”
She didn’t give me another chance to protest, she
slinked out of the room and into the adjoining room
where I knew my brother was sleeping. I could hear the
squeaking of the bedsprings as she joined him in bed,
and shortly thereafter, started fucking him.

But that was six years ago. Since then, I have
confessed to my wife that I enjoyed watching her with
other men, and often fantasized about it on the nights
when she went out with her friends or when she went to
dinner with a co-worker for a few hours.

“Oh baby, that’s so sweet,” she said the night that I
told her, shortly after we finished making love.
“That’s really great, then. I’ve been trying to be a
good wife for you, and now you’ve told me what I need
to do in order to make you happy. And it just so
happens that that makes me happy! Honey, I hope you
don’t mind, but I already sort of knew that you enjoyed
this so I have been dressing a little more revealingly
for the men in my office. Don’t worry though, nobody
has ever fucked me except you,” she smiled again,
acting as if I didn’t know about her and my brother.

“Just promise me that you’ll make him wear a condom if
you carry it out. We both know that you don’t really
like taking birth control pills, so I just want you to
be safe,” I explained.

“Of course baby! I will only let you come in me. Nobody
else,” she batted her eyelashes to look extra innocent.

It was like that for this party tonight. My wife,
despite wearing a shirt that clearly showed the top of
her nipples and her big, bouncy breasts, and a
miniskirt that if she bent over would show you every
little detail between her legs, was clearly trying to
attract attention. And it was not mine. When I started
pawing at her before the party, she pushed me off right
away.

“Honey, you know that I have been getting ready for
this party all day! Don’t mess up my hair or
outfit…you wouldn’t want your wife’s tits hanging out
for all the men to see tonight, now would you?” she
argued, as if her tits were not already hanging out of
her shirt. Maybe she was giving me a hint as to her
plans that night.

Around 9 p.m., everyone started to show up. It was only
a few people, really. I didn’t know any of them. Most
were guys, and they all chatted up my wife at different
points in the evening. I noticed that there were some
women at the party that were talking to the large
number of men, but they often talked in hushed tones
and pointed and giggled at me, as if they knew
something I didn’t.

I did know that something was up; my wife kept leaving
to go to the bathroom and usually another guy would
follow her upstairs. She would go for twenty minutes at
a time. I found myself looking for her and asking
around but most of the guys just smirked when I asked
where she was.

It got worse after midnight, though. At about 1 a.m.,
only 5 or 6 guys and 2 women were left. The two women
said that they worked with my wife and indicated that
they would be leaving soon. My wife came back from
another trip to the bathroom, and her co-worker Peter
followed her walking back downstairs. Peter was a big
guy: he was probably 6’3″ and 250 pounds of muscle. My
wife had gone to dinner with him before, and once went
on an overnight business trip with him. But what
disturbed me the most is that when they came back
downstairs, Peter sat down in the armchair in the
living room, where everyone was. My disheveled looking
wife, whose tits were almost exploding out of her
shirt, actually sat on Peter’s lap and looked at me
innocently. I didn’t say anything, and Peter winked at
me.

The party soon turned to talking about women, as it
dwindled down to 4 guys aside from me. All of them knew
my wife and crowded around her and Peter in the living
room. I’m not sure how the conversation got to this
point, but I had briefly left the room only to walk
back in and hear one of her co-workers, Bill, say

“Beth, you know, on the subject of pictures at work, I
would really love to have a picture of you in a bathing
suit. You look like a model, to be honest, and it
doesn’t look like your husband minds.” He shot a smug
look in my direction.

“Bill, you’re so naughty!” my wife giggled. I watched
as Peter rubbed her back while she sat on his lap. My
wife stood up from Peter’s lap, much to my relief.

“Well, you guys have been bugging me all night. And
Bill you are so darn persuasive! I know you all have
cellphones with cameras, so why don’t you just wait
here. It’s nothing y’all haven’t seen before, so I
don’t know why’d you want to see it now. I guess I can
show you guys my new bathing suit,” she gloated to
them. Immediately a wave of dread came over me. Her new
bathing suit was a white, one piece suit, and she
looked so buxom in it it was unfit. I stepped out of
the living room and followed her as she went upstairs.

“Baby,” I said as I walked up behind her, “y-you’re not
really going to wear that bathing suit you bought last
week, are you?” I asked plaintively.

“Oh, stop being such a worry wart. You know how the
boys from work get. And besides, you shouldn’t be
jealous, you told me that you liked the idea of being a
cuck. Now, nobody here is judging you, they’re all too
busy paying attention to me. So stop whining. You can
watch me change, though, if you like.”

“Baby, w-why have you been going upstairs so much
tonight. I feel like there is something you’re not
telling me,” I confessed.

“Don’t be silly! You know that I have to pee a lot when
I get drunk. Sometimes one of the guys from work would
check in on me to make sure I was alright, but nothing
else happened. I promise!” she swore, but I could tell
by her little grin that we both know what was going on.

I was too humiliated to even watch my wife undress in
our bedroom and she slipped into her new bathing suit.
She was stunning in it. But she was also practically
naked. It was completely see-through, and you could see
everything: her nipples, her tits, her pussy lips, her
ass.

“Y-y-you’re not going to really wear that in front of
them, are you?” I pleaded after she put it on.

“Shhhhhh,” she shunned me. “Listen, why don’t you stop
worrying about me. I think Peter and Bill might be
trying to sleep with me, and I just want to tease them
a bit. By the way, honey, you don’t mind sleeping on
the couch tonight, do you? I might need the whole bed
to myself tonight after all this drinking. Hope you
don’t mind.” She grinned as she checked herself out in
our mirror.

“Looks like I’m ready!” she exclaimed as her nipples
hardened, showing through her bathing suit.

I was stunned. I knew that my wife didn’t need the bed
to herself. But I also knew that I was utterly
powerless. If the guys downstairs heard me protest too
loud (the walls and floors are pretty thin) then they
might come up here to find out what was going on. I
really did not want my wife to go back downstairs. I
could see a wet stain on her bathing suit on the pussy
part.

My wife went back downstairs and strutted to the middle
of the living room. I followed her downstairs and stood
in the doorway as the four guys gawked.

“You don’t mind us taking a little peak at little Beth
here, do you?” Bill yelled to me from the other side of
the room. Everyone broke out in laughter, including
Beth. I felt like crying.

Beth stood in the middle of the room and twirled
around, showing every man all the parts to her body.
She then sat down on Bill’s lap. He looked like he had
expected this all night.

“Come over here to Daddy!” he laughed, and the other
guys watched as Beth sat down on his lap. This was too
much for me. I had to go to bed. Defeated, I went
upstairs to the guest bedroom and went to bed with all
my clothes on. I could hear everything going on
downstairs in the living room, and I knew that I would
be able to hear everything in our master bedroom right
beside the guest room.

I had barely turned off the light when I heard the
doors downstairs close and two cars leave. But that
still left 2 other guests…probably Bill and Peter, I
thought to myself. I was a bit mad.

My suspicions were confirmed when I heard the footsteps
coming up the stairs. My curiosity piqued, I cracked
the door a little bit to look out into the hallway. I
saw Peter walk by first with what looked like a hard on
in his pants. My wife followed second, with a pair of
hands on her waist, and the top half of her bathing
suit pulled down to her stomach. Her tits were
completely out, bouncing as she walked. I saw whose
hands were on her hips � it was Bill. All three went to
the master bedroom, and as I quickly retreated to the
guest bed, I could hear the bedroom door close.

My wife giggled in the bedroom. I put my ear to the
wall and could hear every word.

“Beth, I can’t believe your husband has been letting
you fuck other men for so long,” I could hear Bill
bellow.

“Shhh,” Beth chided him, “my husband is in the other
room! He might hear you!” she said, and I could hear
the giggles in her voice. “Besides,” she added, “he
doesn’t even know that I was doing this long before he
told me he wanted to be a sissy cuckold.” I could hear
the two men laugh at this answer.

Suddenly the room was silent, except for some soft
sucking and kissing noises. I was incredibly aroused;
my cock was throbbing. I thought I heard a soft moan
come from my wife, so I had to go over to the master
bedroom and look in. I sneaked open my door, and
cracked the door to the master bedroom ever so
slightly.

What I saw was worse than what I saw on my honeymoon:
my wife had the bathing suit still on, pushed down
below her tits and the crotch part of the fabric was
clinging to the inside of her left thigh, thus exposing
her wet pussy and nice ass. She was on all fours, with
her ass hanging off the bed. Peter, the muscled man,
was standing in front of her with his pants down. From
my vantage point, I could see everything clearly.

And what I saw was frightening. Peter’s cock was
probably 9 inches, much larger than mine. My wife’s big
pouty lips were wrapped tightly around his cock, and
she was deep-throating it, bobbing her head up and
down. She was rubbing Peter’s abs as she sucked his
cock. I was so jealous of his superior physique.

From behind her though, an altogether different thing
was happening. Bill, a fat and greasy dir-tbag that my
wife worked for, was unzipping his fly while kissing my
wife’s ass, which was stuck upwards. He was licking
just beside the fabric, which he had obviously forced
over to the other side of her pussy lips.

My wife seemed to be picking up speed on Peter when she
let out an animalistic moan, a begging moan. One of her
hands reached back towards her ass as she tried to find
Bill’s dick. Bill’s dick was soon in her hands, as he
had just taken it out of his jeans, and she was
stroking it desperately. She pulled it towards her
pussy. I could see from the door that she winced as
Bill started to go inside her, and as she realized that
she was going to have to let Bill thrust into her,
causing Peter’s cock to go deeper in her throat. My
wife looked like she was having fun, but also like she
had done this before. She briefly took her lips off
Peter’s cock.

“Listen, boys,” she said panting, taking Peter’s cock
out of her mouth for a moment. “I need a baby. I
already have a Dad for the baby. I just need a man to
give me one. And one of you boys will have to get me
pregnant tonight.” She said it with a mischievous grin
on her face.

I could not believe my ears. My wife seemed to thrust
harder back against Bill as he thrust harder when she
said that. Beth started moaning with each thrust.

“Bill,” she moaned and stopped sucking Peter’s cock
again. “Bill, I want your seed. Bill I want your baby.
You’re my boss. My husband won’t know the difference,
Bill. I…I…oh yes Bill…I…I love you Bill,” my
wife moaned, taking Peter’s cock in her mouth again.

I was devastated by this loss. I watched on in horror
as Peter started rubbing my wife’s 40DD tits as she
swallowed his large cock, and I realized that my wife
was using me. Everyone must know about it, I thought to
myself. Everybody at her work, my work, our family
friends, her parents, probably my parents…it dawned
on me that wife had been doing this for years. She
fucked my brother Michael on our honeymoon! But taking
on her boss and co-worker and begging for a baby,
saying I’ll be the cuckolded fool, that is
unprecedented. The humiliation! And, for all my
strength, I could not hold out my humiliation without
getting incredibly hard and aroused, watching my wife
try to conceive by getting tag teamed.

I wanted to be the willing husband, consenting to my
wife’s need for a baby by another man. So I came while
my wife writhed back and forth sucking and fucking, her
tits bouncing in Peter’s hand, her pelvis jerking with
Bill’s each and every deep thrust. I could see from his
face that everything about my life and my family was
about to change.

“Oooh, I coming! Give me what I need Bill!”

I went back to bed that night, crying as I though of my
big titted blonde wife spending her entire night
fucking practically all of her male co-workers, and
finishing the night of with announcing her desire to
have a baby, by another man.

***

The next morning was awkward. I awoke for breakfast and
went downstairs, smelling cooked bacon and eggs. When I
got to the kitchen my wife was in her robe, the front
open, and she stood complete naked, open for everyone
to see. There were the remains of the breakfast just
consumed on the table, but the men who had fucked my
wife had just left. My wife had cooked breakfast for
them.

“Sorry hun,” she said to me as she closed her robe and
tied it, “you just missed it. My boss came by this
morning and, after discussing several options last
night at the party, he offered me a promotion, so long
as I cooked breakfast.” She smiled innocently. Of
course, I knew she was lying and Bill and Peter had
just left an hour before I woke up.

“And, sorry baby, there is none left for you. You’ll
have to eat cereal. Those were hungry men.” She
suddenly stopped, knowing that she had tripped up her
own lie.

“M-m-men?” I stuttered. “You said your boss came by.
That’s a man, not men, Beth Listen, Beth, is there
something you want to tell me? Last night was the first
night that you ever had a party where you got so drunk
that you wore your b-b-b-bathing suit,” I started to
lose my confidence and felt my ability to speak
nosedive. My wife could see that I had lost my anger
and was now just feeling humiliated, and she smiled.
She smiled knowing that I remembered last night when
she wore her see-through bathing suit to the living
room, and sat on Peter’s lap.

“Sorry honey,” she corrected herself and interrupting
me before I could ask her more about her bathing suit
escapade, “I just was so excited that I forgot to
mention that the assistance manager, Peter, was with
him,” she said, with a hint of a sneer.

“O-o-oh,” I trembled, my wife almost giggling at my
pathetic stutter, “I see. Was he the one that you sat
on his lap with? Didn’t you go on a business trip with
him? And wait a minute, just why were wearing your
bathrobe open,” I remembered aloud.

“That’s nothing honey! It feel open after they left.
I’m sorry.” She looked so sincere. I felt ill, knowing
my wife was trying to cuckold me and was lying right to
my face about it.

“And as for that business trip, we had a two-bed suite.
We slept in separate beds. He is a complete gentleman.
In fact, I don’t think that he would fuck me even if I
offered,” she smirked.

“What about sitting on his lap? You avoided answering
that question.

“Darling, sometimes we all have a bit too much to drink
and end up needing help sitting up. You were too mopey
to sit by, so I needed to sit somewhere! I felt
comfortable with Peter, you know, with him being so
buff and all,” she hooted.

“Besides, I don’t remember anyone protesting it, now
did I?” she looked at me accusatorily. I felt impotent
and shocked, dominated but very angry at my wife. She
was lying to me and enjoying it. But I didn’t have the
balls to confront her. But she pushed it in my face
anyway, in her subtle, cruel kind of way.

“Well, honey, maybe I exaggerated about Peter. I think
he would fuck me. But last night I swear he was a
gentleman, baby. I swear. He didn’t touch anything, and
he didn’t even look at my body under my bathing suit.
He did kind of rub my bottom, though” she recalled. She
smiled and looked like she was stuck in a gaze.

My wife acted as though nothing had happened, and our
life should continue on as normal. But something about
my daily life was about to change. It started on a
Wednesday evening. I came home really late from work,
it was probably at least 11pm. When I walked into our
house, I expected to see my wife. Instead, the house
was perfectly silent, except for the sound of springs
squeaking coming from the master bedroom.

As I went up the stairs towards the bedroom I could
hear my wife’s moans. She was clearly being fucked. I
was angry after her last escapade and I wanted to see
her reaction when I said that I wasn’t going to be
pushed around. I burst the door open.

Inside my bedroom, I saw a predictable sight. My wife’s
legs were in the air, and a well-built black man was on
top of her, and I could see his powerful thrusts making
our bed rock and shake. They didn’t even notice that I
had come in.

“H-h-hey! What a-are you doing with my w-w-w-wife!?” I
asked sternly. They stopped, and her stud turned and
looked at me in the doorway.

“What does it look like, fool? I’m fucking this tasty
bitch. I love blonde wife. She married to you, ain’t
she? I heard that you don’t mind if other men have
their way with your missus,” he explan. My wife lifted
her head from the bed just enough so she could see me.

“Hi honey. Can you sleep on the couch tonight, or in
the guest room tonight? I’m actually going to be doing
this until later tonight. I’m glad you don’t mind.
Tyrone won’t hurt you…” she was cut off by Tyrone.

“Unless you got any more questions, it would seem that
your wife and I have some business to attend to.” He
said arrogantly. I was stunned silent: my pretty Beth
was being pounded by a large, muscular black man, and I
had not choice but to submit to both of them. I was
humiliated. When I was in the guest room late at night,
I could still hear them fucking, and every once in a
while my wife would giggle or laugh out loud, and it
sounded like some of those times they were talking
about me. Either way, my wife was becoming more used to
having me openly see her affairs.

I slept in the guest room again that night,
masturbating three times as I heard my wife making
noises. I wondered about condoms again, but fell asleep
after crying for a few hours.

Beth started to really up the ante with her sexuality
on the first weekend after the party, and after getting
tag-tea med by Bill and Peter. It was a hot weekend,
and everyone was in their summer wear. On Saturday
morning, my wife decided that she would go sunbathing.
I was eating my breakfast when I saw her come down the
stairs in a different white bathing suit than the one
she had at the party. This one was barely white; it may
as well not have existed at all. It was so sheer that
it was nothing but a shiny covering to my curvy wife’s
body. Her nipples darkened the fabric and could be seen
clearly, especially when they got hard.

“Honey,” she called out as she was coming down the
stairs. “Don’t mind me, I just wanted to get some
tanning done today.” She gave me on of her gorgeous
smiles as she walked through the kitchen to the door
going into the backyard. I could see her tits bouncing
as she strode casually through the house, looking like
a porn star. She knew that her bathing suit was turning
me on.

I watched as she went to our backyard and got out her
tanning chair. She had a book in her hands, but I
doubted if she even had read the jacket of the book. I
knew what she was going out back to do.

You see, my backyard is visible to six houses. In all
of those houses are at least one male. And I know my
wife wasn’t about to sit in the sun for the tan. She
knew I would pay for her to go to a tanning bed, as I
had offered many times, but she was not interested in
tanning inside a capsule.

I knew that someone from one of those six houses would
be watching. It might be one of the teenage boys out
back (God knows the teenage boys of the area love my
wife: I have overheard several conversations among
teenage boys in our area about a “blonde knockout with
big tits” and, knowing my wife’s notorious good looks,
knew that they had to be referring to her), or it might
be one of the neighbourhood men, or it might be a
passerby who happened to catch a glimpse from one of
the backstreets. It didn’t take me long to find out.

My wife had barely opened her book when I heard a male
voice from the side of the house. I immediately got an
erection. And then Mike came into view, slowly walking
towards my wife. He only had a pair of shorts on, as he
was just washing his sports car that morning. I had
always thought that Mike fancied my wife; he lived two
houses down, but I could swear I had seen him on his
deck the odd time watching my wife sunbathe, or put
clothes out on the line, or just sitting around out
back.

I never said anything because he never did anything,
but also because I was intimidated by him. Mike was a
bodybuilder; he was twice as big as any man my wife
worked with, including Peter. He never seemed to wear a
shirt on hot days, and he was an imposing looking man.
I knew that if he saw my wife in that bathing suit, I
was in trouble.

“Beth, what are you out doing today?” I heard him ask
casually as he walked into our yard. Sure enough, he
wasn’t wearing his shirt. “Shouldn’t you be inside
looking after your husband?” I heard him inquire,
obviously checking to see if I’m home.

“No, why would I need to look after him, sugar?” my
wife replied. She never called me “sugar”.

“I just thought…” Mike trailed off as his eyes
trained in on her huge breasts.

“I know what you are thinking ’bout, sugar,” my wife
naughtily replied. Mike knelt down beside her lounge
chair, his face no more than a foot away from my
wife’s.

“What’s that?” he growled.

“Well, maybe we should go on inside,” I heard my wife
whisper. Mike did not look like he was about to go
inside.

“Beth, do you want to come over to my house, maybe have
some drinks, or maybe you want to take a ride in my
Corvette?” Mike looked around as he said that, scanning
to see who might catch him with my wife. I could hear
every word of it, and my heart sank when he said
“Corvette”. My wife always cooed when she saw his
Corvette, telling me how nice of a car she thought it
was and how I should invite Mike over for a beer
sometime.

“Your Corvette!?” my wife exclaimed. “Oh Mike,” she
said as she put her hand on his bicep and started
rubbing it, “do you really mean that? I’ve always
wanted to ride in your car. How about you let me go
inside and get ready and then we’ll go for a drive,
sugar?” she explained. Mike just nodded. “I’ll be
waiting,” he said as he walked back towards his house.
My wife came back in, and I pretended I had not seen
her exchange with Mike.

“That was fast!” I said to her as she came back
indoors. Her nipples were rock solid, meaning she had
just been aroused. She just smiled at me and ran
upstairs.

She came back down ten minutes later, dressed with her
most revealing clothes: a black bikini that supported
her breasts with a strap around her neck, and a white
pair of short-shorts on. You could see the trace
outlines of a pink thong under the shorts.

“I’m going over to Mike’s house today, honey,” my wife
said with a big charming smile as she came back down
the stairs, fixing one of her big looped earrings.

“W-what for?” I asked in a trembling voice, the same
voice I use whenever I sense that I am being sexually
humiliated.

“Mike wants to show me his car, and you know how I’ve
always wanted to hop on Mike’s ride,” my wife said with
a dirty smile. Her tits were glistening in the heat,
and the bikini looked like it was almost ready to
break. I then heard the loud honk of a car and the
revving of a powerful engine. Mike’s car was in front
of the house.

My wife ran out the door after giving me a brief kiss
and telling me not to worry. She didn’t come home that
night, but when she got back the next day she explained
that Mike’s car had broken down while they were out on
a drive and she had to wait for Mike to get it
repaired, I knew different. The car was back in Mike’s
driveway less than ten minutes after he picked her up,
and late into the night the whole neighbourhood could
hear a woman’s loud moaning coming from Mike’s house.
The moans sounded like my wife.

My wife approached me one day after I came home.

“We have to talk,” she said to me seriously. Beth was
rarely this serious. I wondered what it could be, but
had a bad feeling.

“Honey, I think I’m pregnant,” she said after I sat
down.

“That’s great honey!” I exclaimed, forgetting the
parties and the visitors that kept me in the guest room
at least one night a week. “When are we due?” I asked
expectantly.

“That’s the problem,” my wife said to me seriously. “I
don’t know who is the ‘we’ in this one, honey.”

“W-what does t-t-t-that mean, baby?” I asked,
panicking.

“Well, baby, lately we have playing our game a lot
lately,” she said accusingly.

“What game?” I asked.

“Baby, you know the game. You always ask me to make you
a cuckold, honey. And I have really been trying to be a
good wife and make you a cuckold, but baby, sometimes
there are consequences to letting your wife fuck other
men,” my wife said sternly, clearly gathering her
resolve for the bomb she was about to drop.

“Honey, the truth, because of all the partners you have
been forcing me to sleep with, I really don’t know who
the father is. I mean, I hope it’s yours, but it could
be at least two other men’s child.” She said it so
matter-of-fact that I was almost speechless.

“A-a-a-at least t-t-t-t-two?” I asked.

“Well, this might be painful honey, but maybe I should
tell you the possibilities. Would you like for me to
list them off?” my wife’s demeanour changed, as her
voice became smoky and angry, and her hands caressing
my hard cock through my pants. She was teasing me.

“W-w-w-who?” I ask dreadfully.

“Let me think, honey. Remember that party when I
dressed up in that cute little bathing suit as a joke?
Well, to tell you the truth, I had let a couple men
touch me even before I got dressed up. But I don’t
think I had sex that night. My boss at work, Bill,
well, I didn’t want to tell you this…” she trailed
off.

“You fucked him and Peter that night!” I blurted out,
but not angrily, more so just to get it off my chest.
It caught my wife by surprise.

“No, honey, I didn’t and it’s obvious that you have
fantasies that suggest otherwise. I despise Peter. But
Bill, well, Bill and I have been discussing some things
at work and, as part of my new job, we end up going on
day-long business trips, mostly to cities a few hours
away. Sometimes I let Bill fuck me,” my wife announced.

“What do you mean, ‘let’ him fuck you?” I asked,
feigning anger but more aroused than ever. My wife’s
finger circled around the rim of my cock.

“Honey, sometimes I just got careless and we made love
in his car. And one times, just once, he didn’t wear a
condom. I didn’t notice until we finished.” My wife
started to flash her innocent smile again.

“And Tyrone, sometimes I didn’t even ask Tyrone to wear
a condom because he scared me. He really scared me
baby. So I just let him put it in and…”

“W-w-w-w-what if the baby is b-b-b-b-black?” I asked.

“Well honey, that doesn’t matter. If you love me, then
you’ll love the child I bring home to you,
unconditionally, right?” my wife asked. I knew the
“unconditionally” part was her out so she could further
humiliate me.

“Yes.”

“So then, there’s no problem! I mean, okay, I’ll
confess: it’s more than two. Remember that time when
Mike took me for a drive? Well, Mike asked to see me
naked after we started driving. Since he had already
seen me in that bathing suit I only wear for you, I
didn’t think it would be a problem.” I couldn’t believe
my wife’s amazing capacity for lying straight to my
face.

“But don’t worry baby. When we figure out who is the
father, we’ll get them to pay for some of the baby’s
expenses, okay? I promise.” My wife acted as if it
would be some kind of consolation for her to get some
money from the prospective father of my future child.
It didn’t change the fact that my beautiful wife
clearly has different priorities than me. I couldn’t
believe, thinking back, how many nights I had actually
spent in our guest bedroom.

“So, honey, now that that’s done,” my wife said with a
look of relief, “I just wanted to let you know that
Bill is coming over tonight, we have to go over some
paperwork, and I told him it would be best if we just
did the work in our master bedroom, and you can sleep
in the guest bedroom. You’re always so accommodating
for our guests, baby.” My wife smiled graciously again.

I spent the night crying again, hearing my wife making
fun of me through our thin walls in between sexual
bouts with her greasy boss. I knew that she was begging
for his seed. I also noticed that Bill was the only man
she said “I love you” to, aside from me, while fucking.

***

One day after work I pulled into the driveway and saw
Bill’s car blocking the space that is normally for my
car. Bill was my least favorite of my wife’s lovers. He
was a scumbag, a rat, but had a big cock. He was my
wife’s boss, and he took every opportunity he had to
remind me of this. And, he was always cracking jokes
about me with Beth, and the worst part is Beth would
laugh with him.

I walked in the door and heard talking. No bed springs
squeaking, no powerful moans, just talking. I walked
into my living room to see Bill and my wife sitting on
the couch, very close together. My wife was wearing a
pair of tight jeans, and one of her shirts that shows
off the top of her nipples.

“Honey!” my wife exclaimed as she came in. “Bill wanted
to come over tonight, and I thought we could all watch
a movie together,” my wife beamed. She was sitting so
close to Bill that her right leg was hooked over the
top his leg. Bill looked at me with a smirk. His hand
was on Beth’s leg, just rubbing her leg gently. My wife
acted as though this was all normal.

“S-s-s-sure honey,” I said sheepishly. “I’ll watch a
movie with you guys.” They both burst out laughing.

“You see honey,” my wife told me, as Bill’s hand crept
closer to her crotch, “I told Bill that you would
stutter when I asked you that. You always stutter when
you’re jealous,” my wife teased.

“Yeah,” Bill chimed in, “you ain’t got nothing to be
jealous about. I won’t hurt her,” he joked, with my
wife slapping his knee and chastising him with a huge
smile on her face.

“Oh, Bill, you’re so bad,” my wife laughed. I watched
in horror as Bill’s hand went to my wife’s crotch and
started rubbing her there. My wife made a quiet moan. I
sat down, not on the couch, but on the individual chair
beside the couch. I watched as my wife looked up
tenderly at Bill while he rubbed her clit. They looked
like they were going to start kissing when Bill
suddenly looked up at me.

“Get me a beer, will ya?” he barked at me. I was so
stunned, and feeling humiliated because my wife would
rather sit with him than me, I got up.

“Yeah, get me one too,” my wife added.

I went to the kitchen to get beer and could hear the
sounds of wet kissing in the living room. I knew that
they had their tongues down each other’s throats. I
just couldn’t understand why my wife would fuck a man
like Bill when she was also fucking bodybuilders, rich
men, black men. But my wife was a mysterious woman.

When I got back to the living room my wife and Bill
were just ending their kiss, with Bill’s tongue being
withdrawn from my wife’s mouth. His hands had moved
north to one of her tits, and one of her hands was
rubbing his cock through his jeans. They stopped
kissing but Bill left his hand on her tit and my wife
left her hand on his cock.

“Thanks honey, you’re so accommodating for our guests!”
my wife congratulated me. Bill looked at me with a
devious smile.

“Yeah, thanks. This is a real firecracker of a wife you
got on your hands. The boys at the office are always
talking about her tits or ass,” he joked. “Stop it!” my
wife said, again playfully reprimanding him.

“Well, it’s true.” He said matter-of-factly.

“But then I tell them all that she’s the boss’s girl
and they all shut up,” Bill laughed. I didn’t like that
he called my wife his girl, but my wife just looked at
him approvingly as he humiliated me.

We started watching the movie after I ended up getting
another round of beers for my wife and Bill. They
turned the lights off while the movie was on. I watched
in the light of the TV as my wife started to unzip
Bill’s jeans, right there with me sitting there. My
wife struggled to get his cock out. When she finally
had it out, I could see in the dark the reason why my
wife fucked Bill: his cock was at least twice the
length and girth that mine was. And, judging by how
fast my wife put her lips around it, she liked it that
way. Bill looked over at me while she sucked his cock.

“Bill, my girl here has started to help herself. Why
don’t you just run along and get us some more beers,”
he barked again. I stood up, a small erection clearly
showing through my pants. While I was in the kitchen, I
heard my wife giggle and then in a hushed tone say, “We
can’t do that in front of him!” to Bill. I couldn’t
hear what Bill was saying, but I knew it couldn’t be
good. When I came back in the room, Bill’s cock was
still out, but my wife wasn’t sucking it anymore. She
had just stood up to undo her belt and take off her
jeans. I walked in as she slid her jeans down,
revealing a nice black thong. I just watched her ass
and then sat down as she sat down.

“Honey,” she looked over at me. “I am going to sit on
Bill here’s cock, okay? I’m just going to rub against
it because it’s so much bigger than yours. I hope you
don’t mind.”

“Yeah, hope ya’ don’t mind if she takes a seat in a
real man’s lap,” Bill jeered. “Oh Bill, don’t be so
mean to the little thing. He can’t help that he was
born with a little less below the belt!” my wife
laughed, flashing me one of her signature I’m-
humiliating-you-but-pretending-not-to look. She sat on
Bill’s lap, facing the TV, her shirt still on, but only
her thong on. And her hips were clearly gyrating on
Bill’s lap. I tried to watch the movie and look away,
but my wife kept moaning “Bill” in sharp, quick
whispers. Bill’s hands were up her shirt, rubbing her
large tits. She always loved to have them touched
during sex. My wife looked over at me.

“Bill,” she said staring at me, “we can’t do this in
front of my husband. Let’s go upstairs to bed. And then
you can put a condom on…” my wife continued to smile
and stare at me.

“Beth, look at him. He’s pitching a mini-tent over
there watching you get handled by a real man. A man who
can handle a woman with your body. And he knows that
his cock is half the size of mine and you like mine
more,” Bill scoffed. I looked at them both horrified,
my mini-tent obvious.

“Baby,” my wife said to me while Bill’s hands went down
her ass, “listen, why don’t you take out your little
cock and rub it while I tell you something important,”
she asked. I knew that, again, something bad would come
of this. I slowly undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and
pulled out my four inch erection. My wife got a cruel
smile looking at it.

“So, Beth, whose dick is it, my ten-inch anaconda or
your hubby’s four inch dime stack?” he sneered.

“Baby you need to start jerking more now.” She gasped
as Bill slipped her panties down to her knees while she
was still sitting on his lap. Her pussy was directly on
his jeans, which he was opening as she started talking
to me.

“Honey, the truth is Bill is right. I like his cock
more. It’s bigger, he’s a better and stronger man than
you are and deep down, honey, Bill just makes me feel
better and pleases my body better. Him and a few
others,” she giggled.

“Yep, buddy,” Bill chimed in, “she’s made her choice.
Now if you don’t mind,” his pants fully opened “I’m
going to give her what she wants. And she is really
starting to show, by the way. Wonder whose bun in the
oven’s that is?” My wife moaned as he thrust his cock
into her while she was sitting on his lap, her back to
him, his hands wrapped around to her front and groping
her large tits.

“Bill, it might not be yours. I haven’t been faithful
to, oooh, I haven’t, oooh, been faithful to any ooh
one. I think that my oooh husband enjoy ooooohs
watching me get fucked by a bigger stud, Bill. Fuck
ooooh me, Bill, give me your seed. You never have to
wear a condom with me, especially when I’m pregnant
already. Fuck, oooh, fuck me Bill. You’re so much
bigger than oooh my husband.” Beth looked like she was
ready to come. So did Bill. She yelled as I saw a scene
that would repeat itself for months.

This scene repeated itself for months, until my wife
was fully pregnant and almost ready to give birth. I
was nervous about that day. When it came, I got the
call at work from Bill, her boss.

“Your wife’s wife water just broke,” he said. “We just
sent her down to the hospital. I’ll be there as soon as
I can. Thought you might want to know,” he said smugly.

“Why will you be there?” I asked.

“Because we never know what might pop out of that
woman,” he laughed and hung up. I think he was hinting
that he was the father.

When I got to the hospital, Bill, Mike, Peter and a few
of my wife’s other male co-workers were there. I was
surprised to see such a show of support, until I heard
them talking.

“I bet it’s Bill’s kid,” Peter said.

“It sure as fuck better be. I didn’t want to get the
woman pregnant. She just begged me to fuck her without
a condom, so I did,” explained my well-built neighbour
Mike to the group of guys. They didin’t even notice
that I could hear them.

I saw doctors and nurses running frantically around the
maternity ward. One came into the room and asked for
Beth’s husband. I stood up.

“Come with me,” the doctor said sternly. He took me to
the incubator room and showed me rows and rows of
babies.

“Is there something you want to tell me before I fill
out the birth certificate?” the doctor demanded. “N-n-
n-no,” I stuttered. “Well, the reason I ask is that
that’s your baby.” The doctor pointed to a cute black
baby. I was horrified. I felt sick to my stomach.

“Your wife says that she does not want you on the birth
certificate. I just thought I’d let you know,” the
doctor said. “She’s resting now so I can’t let you see
her, but just to let you know, she named” and he looked
at his clipboard, “a Tyrone Jackson as the father of
this child.” I almost fainted.

“Did she name him yet?” I asked, hoping this was all a
bad dream. “Yeah,” the doctor smiled, “Tyrone
Christopher Jackson, Jr.” He walked away. I was
stunned: my sultry blonde wife had gotten pregnant by
Tyrone. And now I was going to be reminded on a daily
basis that my wife prefers other men. She didn’t even
name the kid after me. I didn’t know how I could face
her without walking in and crying.

The doctor cleared the waiting room by telling the
other men that they were “definitely not the father” of
the child. Tyrone Jr. had one father. And that father
had been fucking my hot, curvy blonde wife. He had
sucked on her tits, like I had. He had rubbed her ass,
like I did. He had sucked on her nipples while she
came… I was the most depressed I ever was in my life.

I went into my wife’s room in the morning when she woke
up. When I walked in she was breastfeeding the baby:
brown skin contrasted on her white skin. My wife looked
up at me adoringly, as if everything was normal. I was
terrified: here was a black baby nursing on my wife.
I’m her husband. I’m white. All the nurses and doctors
know, and they all look at me a little weird.

“Look at our bundle of joy!” my wife exclaimed. I was
shocked.

“Our bundle of joy? You named the kid Tyrone Jr. for
Christ’s sake,” I said exasperated. My wife had a
shocked look.

“Honey, you agreed to cooperate with this. You will
either love me and our baby or you will leave. You
wanted to be a cuckold husband, and now we have proof
of it. Everyone knows now. And you stay with me.” My
wife demanded.

“But w-what will we tell other people?” I asked my
wife.

“He’s adopted.” My wife smiled. “Aren’t you, little
Tyrone, she said looking down. I swallowed my pride.

“Honey, I have one thing to say about this,” I
stammered. “I just want to say that you have humiliated
me. You have purposely humiliated me in front of your
coworkers. I saw you get fucked by Bill and Peter. And
Mike. And my brother, too. Beth, I love you, but I
don’t know how much more of this I can handle. But…
oh, Beth, I love you and I will do anything for you!” I
ended up begging. My wife acted as if I hadn’t listed
off a number of her lovers.

“Listen, hun, Tyrone is going to be coming by soon. He
wants to see his, oops!, I mean our baby.” My wife
laughed.

I told her I would go to my parent’s house for a few
days and think things over. I saw Tyrone walking in to
my wife’s hospital room as I left.

I lied to my parents and said that Beth was on a
business trip. They didn’t even know she was pregnant.

My worst nightmare and deepest and worst fears were
realized in a matter of weeks. My wife had slept with
many men, and I had listened to many of her bouts of
sex with her lovers. My wife, who took legal vows to be
faithful, has made love to at least ten other men. And
she has finalized her cuckolding of me with a baby by
Tyrone, her black lover. I was marked for the rest of
my life with the horns of a cuckold. And worst of all,
my wife pretended this was all completely natural. In
fact, it was almost freaky.

I walked home and got into the doors, and heard
nothing. And then the usual bedsprings squeaking away
upstairs. Whore, I thought to myself for the first
time. My pinup wife, my blonde bombshell, was giving
her body to anyone but me. And now she was being
fucked.

I heard the shrill yell of “Tyrone!!! Oh Tyrone!” as I
got to the top of the stairs. My wife was being fucked
by the father of her child, the man who was not her
husband, but was now moving into that position. Beth
didn’t even call me the entire time I was at my
parents’ house. I think she was too busy with the baby
and, most likely, a few men. Even after being pregnant.

I walked into the master bedroom calmly, but acting as
if I had a right to walk in my own bedroom. Tyrone was
lying on his back on the bed, and a recently pregnant
and beautiful Beth was riding his pelvis. I knew Tyrone
had a big cock. And my wife’s tits were swollen with
milk.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled. Tyrone stopped
pumping, and my wife stopped grinding down. My wife’s
face was sweaty, her blonde hair ruffled, her tits and
chest covered with hickies. Lean and muscular Tyrone
look bothered that I stopped them. Beth just looked at
me and smiled.

“Honey, can you sleep on the couch tonight?” my wife
pleaded. Tyrone looked on silently.

“Beth, what the…”

“What the fuck what? Listen man, I am fucking your
tasty ass wife. This bitch loves my cock. She has my
baby. You are just going to shut the fuck up and get
used to some new shit around here. And,” pausing to
resume pumping my wife again, “I ain’t going to sit by
anymore and let Beth defend you. Beth knows who is boss
now,” Tyrone smiled.

I burst out into tears as their thrusts picked up. Beth
covered her mouth as she laughed and moaned at the same
time. Tyrone laughed.

“What’s the matter pussy?” my wife growled. “What’s the
matter? Big black man got you scared? Ooh, yeah, ooh,
Tyrone, ooh, give it to me,” my wife moaned. I sobbed
harder as my wife insulted me. I was losing control.

“You woman! You promised me you would always have
protected sex! You went around in bathing suits to
humiliate me, you had Tyrone’s baby for fuck’s sake,” I
choked. Tyrone looked on laughingly.

“Oh honey,” my wife consoled me as she rode on Tyrone’s
cock. “That’s what you get, for being a sissy cuckold,”
she hissed. “A sissy cuckold. Tyrone here satisfies me
ooh more than you ever could. Tyrone, baby, I’m
cumming!” my wife’s hips started convulsing. I had
taken out my cock while sobbing and stroked it
pathetically while they fucked. I was having a
breakdown; I knew something terrible was about to
happen. I blew my load listening to my sweet wife,
Beth, getting pounded by her lover and, unbeknownst to
me, future husband. I came on the carpet and scurried
off.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, crying the whole
time. I went out to the garage, leaving my wife behind
in the bedroom with her man. I was losing my mind. I
went out to my garage and looked at the rafters.

“Perfect,” I judged as I undid my belt. It was time, I
felt, for me to remove myself from life. If my seed was
not good enough for Beth, and if I was so low on the
totem pole, and if I was as submissive as I have been
acting lately, than I cannot think of a reason to live.
That is why I decided, after ejaculating to the sound
of my wife fucking her lover, that it was time for me
to die. I wanted to stop existing. I couldn’t face life
with a black child and a white wife.

I couldn’t get the sound of her moans from a thousand
nights out of my mind. Bill, Peter, Mike, my brother,
everyone had a turn with my wife. And all behind my
back, until recently. They are clearly biologically
superior to me. Especially Tyrone: he is clearly vastly
more suited to mate my baby-making wife. He impregnated
her, not me. My humiliation and sense of defeat make me
long for relief in death.

I rigged together some rope and my belt over a rafter,
with a loop on the belt that would tighten as weight
was applied to it. I closed my eyes and contemplated my
death.

“This is what Beth really wants,” I bawl. I climb up
onto my mini-step ladder, and stick my head through the
loop in the belt. I push my feet off the ladder and
felt a sudden rush, break and blackness. The last thing
I saw in my mind was Beth, making love to Tyrone.

Tyrone found my body two days later (he hadn’t gone out
to our garage before) and immediately called for help.
Paramedics and police took my body away with my wife
crying, and Tyrone’s arm around her, and the baby in
her arms. The police took statements from my wife and
Tyrone. They wrote it off as a typical suicide. I was
worthless to them as I was to everyone else. My death
also had another serious consequence: it brought Tyrone
and Beth closer together. They married almost days
after I died in a secret trip to Las Vegas, and Beth
soon got pregnant again. I was a forgotten memory. Beth
would later take all mementos of me and throw them in
the garbage.

The truth is, nature won out in this case. My wife, a
beautiful maiden, needed to be serviced by an alpha
male, not a beta male. Once she found her alpha male, I
found my alpha male, too. Many of them. So by taking
myself out of the gene pool by hanging myself in my
garage, my wife let nature take its course and moved
on. She had more children and was happier without me.

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2 years ago
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Officer Prick slut Wife

Introduction: Her Biggest Encounter Strange as it may be but I enjoy it when my slut wife comes home with cum in her hair, hickeys on her neck and her swollen pussy lips dripping wet. She loves cock and sex with strange men and Ive grown used to her coming home and going straight to the bedroom where she strips then orders me, Clean up my mess. Although it rarely happens I prefer it when she has an affair with a man with a huge cock. On one such occasion last summer her sister introduced my...

4 years ago
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Sarah Is Humiliated By Megan

Sarah was surprised to get the instant message from Megan, Dillon’s twenty-one-year-old girlfriend. She asked if Sarah could come over the following day to discuss a surprise she had in mind for Dillon.Sarah knew Megan to be quite a forthright young lady with a dominant personality and had often fantasied about being humiliated by her. Sarah supposed it would never happen as Megan was Dillon’s girlfriend and it would seem like two-timing, unless it was a threesome, Sarah musedDillon was the...

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4 years ago
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Officer Prick slut Wife

On one such occasion last summer her sister introduced my wife to a local sheriffs deputy at the bar. After loosening up with a few drinks her sister quietly volunteers that she heard he had a huge cock. Although my wife didn’t necessarily go for muscle bound men the curiosity set in as the night wore on. She wound up going home with this man and discovered her sister was right. As she sucked his huge cock she noted that she couldn’t even get her mouth on it far enough to touch her hand that...

1 year ago
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Sarah is Humiliated at the Office Party

Sarah smiled as she slowly woke up and as she opened her eyes saw her boss, Kristal, the sixty-three-year-old Head of Accounting, smiling back at her.Sarah was thirty-four-years-old and was married. However, she had the reputation of being the office slut and regularly slept with co-workers. She loved the reputation as being humiliated in public was one of her biggest turn-ons.Kristal had been Sarah’s boss for the last two years and they regularly slept together. Sarah’s husband was fully aware...

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2 years ago
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Following Up on Holly a Slut Wife

My name is Stanley Oliver Smith but everyone called me "Bubba." I got that name when my older sister by five years, Karen, had a problem saying brother and got a little tongue tied when she said it so Karen started calling me "Bubba." I was born in 1981 and Karen was born in 1976. You probably remembering reading about me and my Ex-family, which initially included an Ex-father named George and an Ex-mother named Barbara. There was also my now Ex-Loving Wife, Holly, who was also born in...

4 years ago
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My slut wife

I am Pradipta from Bhubaneswar, Orrisa, and a new comer to this ISS page. Now -a -day I regularly read the stories published in this site specially the storied based on “ wife sharing, wife watching and wife swapping” with my wife Sarita as we both have such experiences and we like this type of stories very much. After reading other couple’s such sex experiences in ISS, particularly a couple of Orrisa who writes in this page regularly their experiences, we have decided to share our experiences...

4 years ago
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Discovering slut wife

Introduction: First time with slut and future wife After separating recently from my wife I found myself with a lot more time alone and usually playing with myself. Aside from the fact that we had sex nearly every day the void is compounded by the alone time spent fantasizing and feeling very horny. Im not real disappointed since we still fuck regularly and without the head aches. Marrying very young my first wife Joy had small titties, thin pink pussy lips and a hairy ass, in contrast my...

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Slut My slut Stripper wife

Slut: My slut Stripper wifeI turned the key in my front door, opening the large panelled oak door slowly. Stepping in to my hallway I could the muffled sound of moaning coming from my lounge. I crept quietly toward my lounge where the door was partially open. Looking through the gap I saw on my sofa my wife sprawled across the sofa wearing a red quarter cup bra with her newly pierced nipples on display. This was accompanied by a tight right waist cinching waspie with four garter straps...

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My Cheating Slut Wife

I'd known for years that Sarah had cheated on me; she had admitted to it twice before. Both times she had said she was sorry and that it would never happen again. But I guess old habits are hard to break sometimes. I really should have seen it coming too. Firefighters have a high risk of spousal cheating since they spend so many nights away from home - it's one of the hazards of the job. Of the twenty guys in my department, half of them had been divorced at least once, four of them had never...

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How I met my slut wife

The first time I met Lucie I was in a pub waiting to meet a mate for a few pints. My mate was late, I noticed a group of girls sitting at the next table who were out on a girly night. Lucie took my eye. She had long blonde hair, tall and a cute smile, well out of my league. She wore a sexy red dress. When she got up to go to the bathroom, I noticed her legs, I always had a thing for legs and had a bit of a foot fetish. She had a sexy pair of black high heels on. I tried not to stare but I could...

3 years ago
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Behind my Slut Wife

Kneeling behind my naked wife, who was on all fours, pumping my cock in and out of her pussy. I was getting a real bang out of this as it was partial payment for her not being forthright about what she had been doing in the last few months. More on that later, back to more important things.As I fucked my wife, Cheryl, our skin slapping in our throes of passion, I was getting closer to a climax, hoping she was too. Her pussy was really slick and lubed, and she was groaning with pleasure as we...

3 years ago
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Sarah Is Humiliated On Holiday

Sarah was enjoying her holiday in Hawaii. It was a lovely hotel and her room had a direct sea view and also a view of the large swimming pool with all the men and women guests in their skimpy trunks and bikinis. She sat on her balcony people-watching and imagining herself giving blow jobs right there by the pool to a whole series of men and tongue sex to so many of the gorgeous looking women.At dinner, Sarah and her hubby were at a table with friends from San Francisco who they liked to meet up...

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4 years ago
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Sexy Sub Slut ShySanne Day 3 part 3

SEXY SUB SLUT SANNE & FIERCE FIONA IN SECOND THREESOME IN CHAT - #2Sanne's tiny teen tits torture by tingling clamps. And next by whipping them off.Sanne's nice 'naughty' nipples turn to rare 'pink diamonds', rock-hard as they are.Sanne's boobies become bigger by all erotic excitement, pain pleasure inflicted!Sanne's ass needs now fresh re-painting red, traces from two days before faded.Sanne's bottom is burning once more, as well her belly now, for her wish to piss.Sanne's love lips, still...

4 years ago
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Sexy Sub Slut ShySanne Day 3 3some

SEXY SUB SLUT SANNE AND FIERCE FIONA IN SECOND THREESOME IN CHAT - #1Sanne is fully nude once more. We'll use tools this time on our solliciting subby slut.Sanne is hand-cuffed and on a leash to the dog-collar she shall wear for our abuse.Sanne is suffering first pain from tingling nipple-clips: bells for sound sound-effect.Flora finds the tasty tool to whip them off, which will doubly hurt or in triple, as I know.Firstly: release of a nipple-clip increases any pain felt from the pinch. Simple...

3 years ago
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Slut Irsquom Suzi the Slut Stripper wife

Slut: I’m Suzi the Slut Stripper wife I’d been stripping and Lap Dancing for almost two months. Not only was I enjoying my sexy new career, I was also thriving in my new found Slut hot wife lifestyle. My husband James has thankfully agreed to allow me to fuck whomever I want, whenever I want. I’ve actually lost count of the number of cocks that have been in my mouth, my pussy and on special occasions my asshole. James has been actively present for most of my extra marital escapades as he has...

2 years ago
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A Special Birthday for my Slut Wife

My wife was dressed in her typical slut outfit, short skirt, hose, heels and sheer blouse. We were preparing for a special birthday celebration for her 45th. I had rented the biggest room at the adult motel, and had put us on the register for a special evening for her, and for the guys to call our room for an invite.Cheryl took the first call from the desk.“Hello?” She answered in a sultry tone.“Yes, we are looking for a couple of guys to help me celebrate my birthday,” she replied.“There are...

3 years ago
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My Indian Slut Wife

Well, it’s been almost a month since Lekshmi and I had dinner at the private swing club that we both come to enjoy. After parking the car and walking into the club the guy at the door to greet us was Ed, one of the black guys that gang banged Lekshmi the last time we were there. He shook my hand and gave lekshmi a hug saying he was happy to see us again and Lekshmi, with that sultry little smile of Herr’s, said I hope to see more of you later and as he showed us to a table he said I hope so as...

3 years ago
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Dawn A Cheating Slut Wife

You could say I was fat, dumb and happy. I'm really not fat--it's just a figure of speech—but I was dumb because I thought I was in a solid marriage. I was wrong--she's a lying cheating slut. I'm John T. Miller my friends call me JT or BeerMan. They call me BeerMan because I brew 5 gallon batches of beer in my home. Most guys in my Beer Club keg their beer. I, however, bottle mine. My wife, Dawn, drinks wine. She hates beer. No, I don't have a beer belly. I work out 5 days a week at the...

4 years ago
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My dirty slut wife

Introduction: I discover my wife is a cheating slut, and I begin to work on a punishment for her. After 15 years of marriage, sex between my wife and I had become pretty stale. There were only a few positions we tried, and our sex sessions were few and far between. After three kids, it was also hard to have any kind of spontaneity in our sex life either. We had recently moved to a new city, and we were both in new jobs. After about two months at our new jobs, my wife began having a sudden...

2 years ago
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Discovering slut wife

Yes my wifes know each other, the lil Indian girl even babysat for us years before we would meet again. I thought she was cute then but sex never even crossed my mind at that time. My first wife had a big mouth and it is likely that Jana may have overheard drunken conversations of my wife gabbing about my big cock. I say this because I think she said something to this effect when we met again years later I’m laughing to myself right now as I know every guy out there is screaming yeah make...

2 years ago
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My dirty slut wife

Introduction: I discover my wife is a cheating slut, and I begin to work on a punishment for her. After 15 years of marriage, sex between my wife and I had become pretty stale. There were only a few positions we tried, and our sex sessions were few and far between. After three k**s, it was also hard to have any kind of spontaneity in our sex life either.We had recently moved to a new city, and we were both in new jobs. After about two months at our new jobs, my wife began having a sudden...

2 years ago
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Aeishwarya The Young Slut Wife

"That was tiring" Krishna sighed as they closed the doors behind them. He switched on the air conditioning on full blast. "And sweaty. And dirty" Aeishwarya added as she took out her tank top to show her black bra and stood right under the air conditioning. They had been cleaning the terrace garden since the morning. Krishna held her from behind and whispered into her ear, "Care to join for a bath?" His palms slithered on her sweaty abdomen. "No." she bit her lip and...

2 years ago
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Making a slutwife

This is not a story as such, rather it is a history of how I made my wife into an unaware web-slut. I’m sure that many other guys have gone through a similar process, and I’d like to hear from you if you’d like to talk about it. At first, my wife was reluctant about me taking photos of her naked, but with some prompting she eventually relaxed a bit, and I slowly began to get a small collection of her porn pics. Of course photos are of no value unless they are to be viewed by...

3 years ago
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Husband Encourages Wife

Warren was in the bedroom when he heard the garage door open. He smiled knowing that his wife Laura was back from work and they had the house to themselves. Their eighteen year old son, Justin, was out with his friends.As she walked into the bedroom, Warren said, "Hey honey...looking very hot." She was wearing low rise dress pants that tightly hugged her delectable, bubble butt and tight, long sleeve top. She looked very elegant and sexy. He liked how her stylishly cut shoulder-length bob cut...

1 year ago
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Sexy Tania my slut wife

Well which one’s are your favorite then?” my wife Tanya asked, pushing me away playfully. “I don’t know… maybe the non consent ones.” A few days earlier she’d found where I’d been on the net and had spent most of the time since reading stories. “I read some of those too,” she confessed. “And?” “And what?” “And did you like them?” “Some of them were ok I guess…” “Any with more than one man?” I teased and she blushed. “Well, it’s only fantasy! It’s not like anything would really happen like...

3 years ago
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A new slut wife

Jessica’s breaths came ragged and deep, her head bobbing with each intake. slowly she looked up to the thick spit-covered cock that had been buried in her throat.?don’t waste time staring Jess, get back to work?she eagerly obeyed and drove her mouth forward to take it’s full length back into her. Feeling the head push past the entrance to her throat she began to wonder how she ever could have let it come to this, sucking off her husband’s friends as they crowded around her, she knew every hole...

3 years ago
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Slut Wife

Thinking back to how our swinging and swapping lifestyle began, there was one night in particular that started us down the path. We had talked and fantasized about numerous scenarios from MMF’s, to FFM’s to 4somes and even group sex at swingers clubs. I’m sure there is nothing unusual in that. We joined adult dating sites and chatted on line to dozens of prospective partners/couples and I’m sure there is nothing unique about that either. The big difference, the line that gets crossed, is when...

1 year ago
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How Kim Humiliated Me In Drag

HOW KIM HUMILIATED ME IN DRAG By Cissy Gaye Copyright 2000 This is the story of the first time I dressed in drag in front of a GG (genuine girl) and how I inadvertently put myself in the position of being humiliated in public. This was the early 1970's, when glam rock was big and magazines like Creem regularly featured guys in very feminine attire if not outright drag. Among my friends was a girl - Kim ? a mischievous brunette with a wicked sense of humor. I was in a record...

3 years ago
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Just Another Pathetic Humiliated Loser

JUST ANOTHER PATHETIC HUMILIATED LOSER By Sissy Gaye Nancy knew about my submissive desires and my cross dressing and we had experimented with her humiliating me in various ways, but it was always private. Then one night when we were at a pool hall shooting a game, she began to subtly humiliate me. We were playing straight pool--first one to sink fifty balls was the winner. There were three high-school-age girls playing at the table next to us. As we played, Nancy began teasing...

2 years ago
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Training of a MILF Slut Wife

For those that have followed by stories about fucking the preachers daughter, 23 year old Jaimie and her MILF mommy Pam, I even did something I thought I never would, I fucked a dude, I fucked the preacher square in the ass. So, now I have three sex slave cum sluts that have turned from blackmail to willing submissive fuck toys.Jaimie, who will be 24 soon is living with my wife and I and unknowing to my wife, is my Number #1 slut that I use almost daily. Jaimie does have orders to suck me at...

2 years ago
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White Slut Wife

“Come on hon.,” Billy begged me once again, “you know you’d love getting porked by some other men. Hell! With your reputation back in high school, I’d of thought you’d have jumped at a chance like this.”So much for love, honor, and respect, I thought, as I lay on our bed dressed like a fashion whore from Frederick’s of Hollywood all in black: nylons, garter belt, and demy bra that matched my high heels. I guess openly masturbating in front of Billy with a rubber dildo that he’d bought for me...

3 years ago
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A Letter From My Slut Wife

As a Master to my slutty submissive wife, I had asked her about some sexual fantasies she wanted to act out. This is what she sent me. Here is a message my slut wife sent me just a few weeks ago. I thought I would share this little bit and I hope you enjoy. First slut wants you to know she adores her Master and his thick fat cock I do not know if I really have any sexual fantasies. But could maybe tell my Master some things slut plays out in her mind. Slut likes when Master demands what he...

3 years ago
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A Letter From My Slut Wife

As a Master to my slutty submissive wife, I had asked her about some sexual fantasies she wanted to act out. This is what she sent me. Here is a message my slut wife sent me just a few weeks ago. I thought I would share this little bit and I hope you enjoy.First slut wants you to know she adores her Master and his thick fat cockI do not know if I really have any sexual fantasies. But could maybe tell my Master some things slut plays out in her mind. Slut likes when Master demands what he wants...

2 years ago
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My dirty slut wife

We had recently moved to a new city, and we were both in new jobs. After about two months at our new jobs, my wife began having a sudden interest in sex again. We began having sex on a fairly regular basis, at least 2-3 times a week as opposed to 2-3 times every 6 months. At first I didn’t question this…I was just happy to be getting something from her again. After a couple of weeks, she admitted that there was a guy at work that liked to flirt with her an awful lot, and it had started to...

3 years ago
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Confession Of A Slut Wife

Please read the first part “First Class AC Nightmare” @ https://www.indiansexstories2.net/group/first-class-ac-nightmare/, would help to get the plot of this story. And second part for continuation “Glooming at Gents Hair Saloon” @ https://www.indiansexstories2.net/group/glooming-gents-hair-saloon/, would add spice to the current story. And third part for continuation “Village Adventure of an Idiot Wife” @ https://www.indiansexstories2.net/group/village-adventure-idiot-wife/ , would add spice...

3 years ago
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LISA THE SLUT WIFE

I guess the first time I sucked a cock was when I was about ten. Thecock I sucked belonged to my friend, Ted who was two years older than me.Even at twelve years old Ted had a gigantic cock. Then it was a good sevenor eight inches long. Ted had just started to cum and that is the reasonthat I sucked him. We were in the woods and he was telling me that he hadjacked off and he came. We had jacked off together before and had talkedabout what most boys talk about, cumming or shooting off as we...

1 year ago
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maliha slut wife

maliha was a very sexy 24 year old newly wed sex goddess she was 5’3 had the cutest face and pouty cock sucking lips you would ever see, she was 36c-24-36 her best asset was her round wobbly ass and her cute green eyes her ass would shake where ever she would walk her husband zaid was a very skinny gullible man and both him n his wife were very shy naive Pakistan people who moved in the hood less than 2 months ago. her husband was a smart man who was 30 years old and worked for a computer...

1 year ago
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Husband Encourages Wife

Husband wants his wife to be like her divorced friend.Loving WivesJen walked into her bedroom, her face still flushed from the conversation at lunch. Her pussy throbbed. She didn't normally masturbate in the middle of the day, but she needed relief, and the k**s would be at the sitter's for a few more hours. She lay on the bed and pulled up her skirt. She touched herself. Her panties were so wet. She slipped her hand inside her panties and rubbed herself, her eyes closed, remembering what Tina...

1 year ago
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Becoming his slut wife

“Are you sure about this?” I ask my husband for the millionth time, afraid that we're stepping over a line that will forever ruin us. Certain lines can’t be uncrossed once they’ve been crossed. “Yes I am, I want to see my slut wife in real action,” he whispers hotly in my ear, nibbling it for emphasis, a sure sign he’s aroused. I remember it well, that night when we’d had a bit too much to drink. It had been our twelfth anniversary. I don’t know who’d initiated it, but we had started...

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3 years ago
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The Cum Slut Wife

Steve and Connie Johnson appeared to be the perfect couple. Steve was a successful business man who ran a large company. Connie was the heart of every charity and social function for their small community. The both were considered likeable but also very proper.Appearances as they say can be and often are misleading. The couple had been growing apart for several years. Steve had secretly become a porn addict. As for Connie she had an even deeper and darker secret.Steve at first did not notice...

3 years ago
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Lying Cheating Slut Wife

They had been married for eight years, had two great k**s, A 2 year old daugther Lara and an 8 month baby boy Dennis. They had a wonderful marrage by all appearances. Jeff was 32, 6’ tall, 160 lbs. and a well-developed body from working out every day, with an average 6” cock. Jill 30, 5’3” tall 102 lbs. long blond hair 36 D tits, and she works out in the gym several days a week , plus jogging most mornings and some evenings. They both work at the same factory in different divisions, they have...

4 years ago
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Humiliated by Mommy part 3

Humiliated by Mommy by Naughtieboys [email protected] © Julian Smith and Em-bare-assed Press 1999-2001. Revised 2013. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION (or unpure friction) FOR ADULTS ONLY. NO REAL CHILDREN WERE HARMED IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS STORY. BY READING FURTHER, YOU ARE DECLARING THAT YOU ARE A CONSENTING ADULT. This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete and include...

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Sexy Sub Slut ShySanne Day 3 tasty t

THIRD DAY SANNE FINDS IN HER FOLKS BEDROOM BIG BOX FULL OF BDSM TASTY TOOLS TO USESanne starts first session third day to tell me about a closed big box in the bedroom of her parents.Sanne is curious by the box being locked, so tries to find out where a key to open it is hidden to her.Sanne is so smart, she finds fast what she wants. And opens it. Without waiting for my permission.Sanne acknowlegdes her break of our rules and agrees she deserves to be severy strapped for that.Sanne proposes to...

1 year ago
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Anal Adventure with Slut Wife

FIrst a little background. David is about 21 and his friend Tomas was 25. This saturday he asked David if he could come over with his wife over to his place to look at David's house. David didn't want the place anymore, so he decided to sell it, no matter how bad a price. They were scheduled to be over at three thirty in the afternoon so David waited patiently. He was a little nervous actually, not because he was going to sell his goddamn house but about seeing Tomas' wife, Jessy. He had only...

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Jason Spanked and Humiliated by his FatherinLaw

I was sat in the lounge, pretending to read the newspaper, but in actual fact wondering what was going on next door. David, my father-in-law, had returned home an hour ago after dropping my wife at the railway station. He'd said a brief hello to me on his return before he'd been ushered into the kitchen by his wife, Sheila, a faint look of surprise on his face.It was now a week since “That Day” with my mother-in-law, as I liked to call it. David and my wife Emma had arrived that very same...

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slut wife

Part IMy wife, Tami, was at this moment taking a long hot shower. I took out our personal x-rated video and popped it in the DVD and hit the play button. First, she did a long strip tease, then we got down to some serious fucking and sucking. As I was eating her to a series of multiple orgasms she walked into the room wearing her black teddy. Curling up next to me she watched as she moaned and bucked her hips in pleasure. As the film went on I pushed her legs back and apart, positioned myself...

3 years ago
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Daughters Slut Trainign 12 Daughters Slutty Fun

(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Twelve: Daughter's Slutty Fun By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Leyla Umayyah Kimmy's braces flashed as she beamed at me. She lay atop her father, the nineteen-year-old girl practically glowing after having her virginity popped. My own pussy was so juicy from watching. I had such a delicious orgasm capturing the entire event on my camera phone. I set that on the nightstand as I headed to the bed, my...

3 years ago
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Humiliated by Mommy part 5

Humiliated by Mommy by Naughtieboys [email protected] © Julian Smith and Em-bare-assed Press 2014. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION (or unpure friction) FOR ADULTS ONLY. NO REAL CHILDREN WERE HARMED IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS STORY. BY READING FURTHER, YOU ARE DECLARING THAT YOU ARE A CONSENTING ADULT. This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete and include the copyright notice....

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