"Bob, go get changed into something comfortable and be ready in ten minutes," Sally said just after walking in after a grueling day at the office. I looked up to bark back a rude response when I noticed she was putting on expensive earrings, as she wore a skin-tight black dress, black stockings, and black fuck me heels.

"Where are we going tonight?" I asked as my cock started to engorge with blood as I looked at my hot-looking wife. Her hair and makeup completed the whore look that made me smile.

"It's where am I going? You are my ride, cowboy, so simmer your steed and get changed." She laughed.

I dressed quickly in slacks and a polo shirt as I wondered where she wanted me to take her all dressed up like a prostitute. I asked her as I grabbed my car keys, "Are you going to tell me why you dressed like a slut? And where do you want me to take you?"

"Just get in the car and follow my instructions tonight. Do what I tell you, and no talking back to me," she said sternly.

I have to admit Sally never takes charge of anything, and I liked whatever sexy game she may have in mind. I walked her to my car and even opened the door for her as my neighbor Ted called, "Sally, you are looking hot tonight!"

She was giving me directions when she pulled up her shirt skirt and hooked her thumbs on her thong, lifted her butt, and slipped them down over her legs. She twirled the thong on her index finger and said, "These are for you to hold on to tonight; I don't think I will need them." She handed me her black thong, and when I playfully put it up to my nose, I realized that she had sprayed it with my favorite perfume of hers. My cock became rock hard as I inhaled the smell from her panties, as my mind raced with evil thoughts about what she had in mind.

Then she asked, "What do you think about this?" She slowly pulled her dress up higher and exposed her shaven pussy. I yelled, "Fuck yeah!" I have been begging her to shave bare for a long time. Now tonight, she seemed to be finally acting like the slutty hotwife I was begging for. But when I tried to reach over and feel her bare pussy, she swiped at my hand and said, "Not for you!"

I became very upset and panicked about who she dressed for. As I continued to follow her directions, I wondered who had she shaved her pussy for? She wouldn't do it for me. Why for someone else?

"This is it, turn into this Motel." Then she continued, "Pull up to the office, be a dear, and get me a room. Tell him you want one on the end because my wife tends to be very loud when she fucks!"

I was amazed; Sally had never spoken like this. Hell, she was acting so erotic. I pushed my erection, so it was not so obvious and went into the old Motel's office. I said everything was just as ordered, and the old black man did not seem interested.

He said, "Here is the key to room number 14 down at the end. It looks like it's a slow night, so you will probably be all alone. So go make as much noise as you want!"

I walked back to the car and handed Sally the key. We moved our car right before the window to the room I had just rented. Sally grabbed a bag from the back seat and handed it to me, saying, "I want you to stay in the car until I call you. It may be a few hours, so I packed your dinner, rolled you a joint, and got you a six-pack."

"Sally, what is going on?" I continued, "Why am I going to sit in the car and eat dinner when I rented a Motel room?"

"The room is for me, sweetheart," Sally said.

I was perplexed, and I asked, "Now, why would you dress up like I have always wanted, take off your panties, and shave your pussy to be all alone in an old Motel?"

 She giggled and replied, "Who said I would be alone? They should arrive when I text them that I am ready and waiting."

My blood pressure skyrocketed, and I almost yelled, "You're meeting more than one man?"

She didn't react to my outrage when quietly replied, "I saw your laptop history last week. There was a series of cuckold stories you've been reading, my naughty husband. I think I liked them and thought that I would play one out for you tonight,"

My mind raced as I read multiple stories every night in my den. I asked, "Now I just have to sit out here while you fuck a few men?"

She smiled at me as she replied, "Not just men… but big-cocked black men. So, sit out here and wait for me as I show you what it's like to live out your favorite story." She looked at me with the sweetest eyes, "It's the story on your laptop that is in the back seat. The one you jacked off too many times." Then she opened the door and said as she was about to close it, "I love you dear, now stay in the car and do not come to the door until I call you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said as my head bowed in disappointment.

I watched her walk to the door and unlocked the door. She turned on the light next to the door, and just before she shut the door, she unzipped her dress and let it pool around her feet. There was my thirty-year-old wife in a black shelf bra that showed her 36DD breasts and big areolas, garter belt holing up her black stockings in a pair of sexy fuck me shoes. She laughed as she kicked her dress towards the car and said, "I won't need this either! Now be a good boy and leave us all alone until I call… Love you!"

The door was closed, and I exited the car to retrieve her dress. As I stood in front of the door of room #14 and I noticed that my hard cock was tenting my pants. Was she really going to go through with this?

I returned to the car, cracked open a beer, lit the joint, and retrieved the laptop from the backseat. My hands were shaking as I powered up the computer. It took forever for it to start up. The story was already loaded, and I froze at the title. "My wife made me wait in the car." But it was the familiar picture that was attached to the story that made my dick hard. The photo was of a sexy middle-aged woman on a big bed, dressed only in a push-up bra and heels, with three naked black men surrounding her.

I chugged the beer and opened another as I could not believe what I was reading. I had asked Sally about watching her fuck a man or two. Actually, my fantasy was to watch her fuck two black men. I was panic-stricken as I started to read the story. The wife gave her husband the same command: she wore the same outfit and made him rent a room at the old hotel. Even the part of the story where the woman turned on the light next to the door and kicked off the dress was choreographed the same. As I read the familiar tale, my heart tore apart, but my cock remained hard as a rock.

I remembered reading this story last week. Hell, I even jacked off on it as I fantasized that Sally would do the same to me. I continued to read the erotic tale for the next half hour. Suddenly, a set of car lights lit the interior of my car. There was someone here, and my heart started to race. Was this for real? Is he going to be a man for Sally?

The lights came on inside the older Cadillac, and I watched as a tall black man emerged. I was so shocked that Sally might, she might fuck a black man and not let me watch? I wanted her to do it, but I wanted to see and watch her. Now, he was walking to the Motel room door. I noticed how big his hands were as he knocked on the door. Then I looked at his feet; holly cow, were his feet big. I knew he was going to have a big cock.

The door opened, and my wife stepped out almost naked. The tall man leaned way down and planted a deep, passionate kiss on Sally. Sally turned a little, and I could see him tonging his sweet, shy wife. I started to rub my cock through my pants as I watched a large dark black hand run down from her shoulders and grab her breast. He mulled it and blatantly pulled on her nipple as I watched. Then, suddenly, she broke off the make-out session. Then, in a quick motion, she waved at me and winked as she pulled the big thug-looking black man into the room and shut the door.

At that moment, our marriage changed. I was already high, which increased the pain of my broken heart, while I had never had this turned on. I chugged another beer, re-lit the joint, and then I sat there, shocked and unable to move. It must have been fifteen minutes before another car pulled up and parked on my other side. This time two large black men climbed out and were laughing and said, "I hope this bitch is ready for a deep fucking tonight!" The other replied, "I want her virgin ass, she said she never had that before!"

The two men paid no attention to me as they knocked on the door, and Sally emerged as she had before. The back of her hand wiped across her face. I bet that was from kissing or, maybe, even sucking on the tall black man from before. I watched as my wife was taking turns passionately kissing the men while they were rubbing her big tits. I was sitting there watching as the man from inside walked to the door. He was naked, and he had a giant long black cock standing straight out in front of him. I noticed his cock was wet, and it must have been from Sally. Had she sucked him, or God, was she fucking that?

Then, the tall man pulled her into the room as the two newest men followed. But just as the door was going to close, I saw Sally step through the door and look right at me. She rubbed both breasts sexually as she looked right at me and mouthed, "I love you!" Then, a black hand reached forward and pulled her in before closing the door.

I was now lost within myself. I was jealous and mad that Sally did not include me. I thought about my lovely wife, how much I loved her, and now she is inside a crappy Motel room with three big black thugs, and if she follows the story, she will fuck them all tonight. I pulled up her panties and smelled her perfume as I freed my cock and began to rub it as I hated and hoped she would be that slut tonight.

Beep: I noticed a text from Sally's phone. The text read, "We are about to start fucking your wife, and she asked that we send you a quick picture." The photos attached were of my wife, laying back on the bed, heels in the air, and her shaved, wet cunt ready to go. It was exactly what happened in the story. I had only seen her pussy shaved for the first time in the car; now I was masturbating my hard cock as I looked at it all swollen. Another photo was looking down at her with three giant black cocks all around her face. That one drove me crazy. I wanted, no, I needed to watch this.

I went back to reading the story on the laptop as I knew what was in the tale would be going on inside the room just feet away from my car. As the first black bull's cock started to push into the wife in the story, her pussy began to stretch as she moaned out in pleasure. I swear, with the windows down, I could slightly hear my wife's moans. I knew that my wife, who I was always faithful to me, was now fucking the first black bull. I continued to look towards the window, knowing her pussy would never be the same again. Understanding that she was now getting a better deep fucking than I could ever give her. Why would she stay with me after this? Is she going to want a giant black cock every night? Could my regular-sized cock ever make her happy again?

I looked at that photo and pulled her perfume-scented panties to my nose. Knowing that my wife was fucking a Black man only feet away, I started to rub my cock with them.

Beep: The next photo was her swollen pussy as cum poured from her open cunt lips. The texts read just like the story, "Babe, he fucked me so hard! That was the best fuck I ever had! Time for more big black cock!"

As I moved on to the next page, the wife in the detailed story was now on her knees being spit roasted as she took black cock in her pussy and deep into her throat. I knew it was happening, but I had to slow down my cock stroking to keep from coming. It would be a long night, and if I came, I would not be able to take the pain of her adultery, well, for not watching. I continued to read how the wife would torment the husband with photos and texts as she played with her black studs. The torment of listening to them mate for the next fifteen minutes was so sweet.

Beep: I didn't want to look but knew she followed the story. I knew what I was about to see. There it was, a photo of my wife on her knees with a big black cock halfway into her. The cock was wet to his balls, so Sally was taking that monster all the way. The text read, "We are giving your wife a nice deep dicking!"

The next photos were of her also licking a black man's scrotum as her hands worked his long shaft. The next picture was with his cock deep in her mouth as his hands intertwined in her hair. I noticed a tear running down her face.

I looked at each picture repeatedly, listened to the sounds, and knew what was happening just feet away.

Beep: Some photos followed the storyline. The first was taken from above and was of Sally being spit roasted with big cocks filling her mouth and pussy. The second showed my wife's face and breasts covered in a thick load of cum. The texts became even harder, "One came all over my face and the other deep in my pussy!"

The seconds later was the text, "Last guy has the biggest cock! And I am going to take him balls deep!"

I moved on to the last page of the story. After a few minutes, I heard her muffled screams. As per the story, she would take the largest fat cock. This would be the cock, the one in the story that would ruin her marriage. The one she could never live without after tonight. I wondered if she intended to leave me tonight. But my thoughts were interrupted as the erotic screams and foul words filled my ears. They went on for a long half hour, torturing me and my hard cock.

Then I heard a man scream along with Sally. Oh God, he was filling her used cunt with a large load of potent cum as they came together. The screams died down, and you awaited yet another photo.

Beep: There were three photos sent this time. One of a large cum covered foot-long cock with its head parting my wife's cunt. The second was from the side, showing that she had taken all of it into her. The third was her grotesquely used pussy, leaking another man's cum. But it was the look on her face that chilled me the most. It was like her beautiful eyes had dulled, like she was used, like totally lost in lust.

In the story, the slutty wife is finished after being used by the three men. She dressed and left with the tall man, leaving her husband watching as they drove away, breaking his heart. I kept looking at that old metal door, wondering if his wife would emerge with a tall black man ready to leave him.

But after fifteen minutes, there were moans again. I had to go find out what was happening because Sally had deviated from the storyline for the first time tonight. I climbed out of my car and slowly approached the door. I could hear men moaning, but not Sally. With the door locked, I moved to the window.

There was a slight opening in the curtains, and I had to see what was happening, so I took a deep breath and reluctantly looked in. There they were, all four in a pile, moving and gyrating. The bed was ahead of me, and I could see two men as they moved forward and back, driving black cocks into her pussy and ass. Standing in front of Sally was a man feeding her his cock. I watched for fifteen minutes as they all used my wife together until, almost in unison, the three began to orgasm. The men screamed as they emptied their balls into her pussy, ass, and down her throat. I lost it; I shot a stream of cum all over the window as I, too, had an earth-shattering orgasm.

I returned to my dark car and worried about what would happen next. Beep: There were the most erotic and painful photos that I had ever seen. The first was a close-up of her wide-open swollen ass and cunt, both leaking loads of cum. The other was her face, with cum dripping from her mouth. There were bite marks all over her cum covered breasts. The text was, "They are leaving. When they all go, come in and clean your hotwife!"

About ten minutes later, the door opened, and all three came out. The tall one walked up to your window and said, "Sally is one wild whore. She said that you will be seeing a lot of us from now on!" and he laughed as he walked to his car.

Finally, the two cars pulled away. I exited my prison, walked up, and opened the Motel door. There was my wife lying back on the bed with sweat and cum covering her whole body. Multiple sucker bites marked her breasts, and her pussy was gaping open and filled with a black men's cum. She looked up at you and just said, "Sweetheart, I just had the best sex ever, now clean their cum from me."

But I didn't move. At that moment, I realized this scene was too much for me to handle. I was not being able to watch Sally take her first black man and not being able to see her with two men at once. Then, giving away her last virginity to another man cut deep. Finally, to take three black men all at once and not make me a part of it was too much. Tears swelled up in my eyes, and I knew that my marriage was in trouble.

 She realized she had pushed me way too far as I turned away. She may have lost me. Panic now spread across her face as I just turned around, closed the door, and walked away.

The Motel door flew open, and my cum covered naked wife yelled out, "No, please don't go…I love you; I thought this is what you wanted!" I read all those stories, and I am so sorry. "Please don't leave me, Bob; I don't want to be with them; I want to be with you!"

I turned around and said, "Why didn't you ask me?" I continued, "I wasn't ready to see you take three black men at once! I just wanted to see you with your first black man. I wanted us to do things together, not be tormented and treated like that." Ominously I took a few more steps toward the car before I turned and yelled, "I can't give you a giant cock that makes you scream! You never let me take your ass! You took three men at once and made me sit in that car while you screamed out when you all came!"

She ran to me and stopped just before she hugged me. She looked me in the eyes and dropped to her knees. Her hands unbuckled my pants. I tried to push her away, but she freed my dick and started to suck. I wanted to push off the whore, but she was sucking me hard and deep. Doing things with her tongue, she never did before. As my cock hardened, she took my six-inch-thick cock right into her throat. She kept it up, but just before I came, she turned around. My heart sank as I looked at her open ass leaking another’s cum, the one I was never allowed to fuck. She grabbed my cock and shoved it into her butt. She moaned like a whore as she took my cock balls deep. There we were, standing outside of a Motel room as I finally got to ass fuck my wife. I drove into her with all the hate I could muster. But I knew at the same time that she just had better.

As I was balls deep in my wife's butt, she started to tell me how good DeShawn's cock felt deep inside of her cunt. How it stretched her and made her scream when he gave her the best orgasm of her life. I could not help but cum in her ass. 

I was still mad even after I filled her butt with more cum. She pulled me back into the room and saw some tears in my eyes. Sally said, "I did this all for you."

She looked up at me with tear-filled eyes when she said, "They hurt me. They bit my tits, and my insides hurt so bad." Then, there was a glimmer in her eye as she said, "But I also have to admit I had crazy orgasms, too."

It was then I noticed two cameras on the table. "Did you video the whole thing?" I said.

She looked up, and as she wiped the tears off her face, she said, "I knew you would want to see every second, so I had one camera on the desk, and the men used the other for close-ups and dirty commentary." I was just about to tell you when you walked out.

I felt some compassion for her as I realized Sally mostly did this for me in a perverted way. I kissed her softly and could taste the cum still in her mouth. Then I kissed my way down her body. Kissing the bite marks, sucking dried cum off her nipples. That is when I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pushed me down between her legs. Her pussy was a bright red swollen mess. I knew what she wanted and what I wanted, too. I began to lick and suck, enjoying myself as I cleaned all their cum from her well-used cunt. I just kept licking and sucking and enjoying the taste of all their sex. Sally just slowly laid back and enjoyed my tongue as I became her cuckolded husband.

 It was a week later when we sat down and watched both videos. I had set up two televisions, and we could watch both simultaneously. Sally had dressed in new white lingerie with spiked white high heels and snuggled into me as I started both videos. Sally undid my pants and pulled out my cock as the video began to play. She told me how turned on she was and commented as we watched the videos together.

She whispered, "I am so sorry for not including you last weekend, and I swear to make up for it. How about someday I have you watch me get fucked by a black man? Then later, we can have two black men over, and I can screw both of them while you watch. Then let's say for my birthday next month, I will have all three over to fuck me like the whore you are watching right now. I do like big black cocks!" she said as she rubbed my hard erection.

It was so erotic, but I said, "It's not negotiable; from now on, I am there to watch every time you cuckold me." The deal was agreed upon.

After two hours of watching the dirtiest interracial porno of my wife, there was a knock at the door. Sally stood up and winked at me as she walked to the door in her white, see-through, sexy outfit. That tall, big-cocked black man from last weekend stood at the door. His eyes took in my sexy wife as a smile came across his face. She grabbed his hand and led him right past me and to the stairs. I was in shock; what was going on?

Sally never looked back as she led him towards our master bedroom, but she called out, "Come on, my cuckold husband, like you wanted, you can watch your whore of a wife get fucked by that giant black cock!"