Thursday 30th August 2018, Early hours of the morning
The video showing Jill and Malcolm consummating the new level of their relationship, now that they’d both declared their love for each other, ended just as quickly as it had started. The image of my beautiful wife riding up and down on Malcolm’s big cock abruptly disappeared to be replaced by another picture.
This picture showed Luther and Malcolm sat at either end of a horseshoe-shaped set of three leather sofas, between them four black guys who I’d never seen before, no doubt their Army buddies who were staying until next Monday. The room and arrangement looked familiar, and as I saw the small stage at the front center I immediately recognized it as the room where Dee, Veronica, and Jill had danced and played with each other before I was called on to make love to Jill in front of Luther, Malcolm, Byron, Josh, and Freddy. When Dee’s sick little wager about my inability to last three minutes inside Jill meant I lost the bet and lost Jill for the night – lost her to spend the night with Luther rather than me.
The room, the sofas and the stage were all the same. I suddenly had a sinking feeling in my gut about what was about to happen in front of me. Right at the start of Luther’s relationship with us he’d been crystal-clear that he planned on getting Jill to expand her sexual boundaries. An expansion that had included getting Jill to let herself be strapped to a leather bench. As for the first time Jill got to experience being the sexual plaything of four well-endowed black guys.
That was then – this was now. That was four – this was six. I counted six guys in the room and I felt a shiver run through me as I knew in my heart what Luther had planned out for Jill. The next stage in his selfless mission to get her to experience new and more wild sexual experiences with every passing week and month.
With all kinds of fears and thoughts going through my head, I noticed that Luther had suddenly stood up and was moving towards the front of the room, exiting through a door which had been hardly visible until he’d pushed at the wall.
The camera suddenly switched from the one which had shown me all of the room with the sofas and the stage to a different, handheld camera which was jerking up and down as if someone was walking and which showed a much smaller room.
“Don’t look so nervous, Jill, baby. You and Dee have practiced for this, there’s nothing to worry about.”
The voice was Luther’s, but the camera only showed one person, my wife Jill who was standing directly in front of the camera and shown in close up, the camera pointing directly at Jill’s nervous looking face and not more than about a foot away from her.
“Why are you recording this, Luther? You have to promise me you’ll not send it to Dave. I’d die of embarrassment if he ever saw this. You promise?”
“Okay, okay, I promise,” I heard the disembodied voice say from behind the camera, “Although I have to tell you your loving husband wouldn’t be half as surprised as you think he might be. After all, he’s already seen you strapped to a bench taking on four black guys. What’s a couple more guys between friends?”
Jill actually giggled at Luther’s crude words – who was this woman, where had my wife gone? “No, I’d be mortified, unable to relax and let myself go if I knew Dave was watching.”
“Okay, I understand,” Luther’s voice soothed her. “Okay, now have you put on the outfit I told you to? Your dance will drive the guys wild in that outfit, your tits, ass, and legs will look spectacular, they won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”
Jill grinned, letting the long floaty negligee she’d been wearing fall to the floor. The camera suddenly panned down so that I was no longer looking at my wife’s nervous face, but rather was looking at her heaving breasts, just about restrained within the tiniest and most shiny of silver micro bikini tops. Not exactly something for the beach (unless you wanted to get arrested for lewd indecency), but something that no doubt saw service at strip joints coast-to-coast. Aside from the strings holding it in place, it only consisted of three tiny bits of silver fabric, each of which was barely big enough to cover a nipple or Jill’s love lips.
“Will this do, boss?” my wife giggled. Even after everything that had happened this last year, I could hardly believe this was my wife, the mother of our children. Giggling and barely able to hide the excitement in her voice that she was about to do her first proper dance for customers in one of the clubs she now managed.”
“Good girl,” Luther’s deep voice boomed approvingly. “And did you remember to put on those extra little embellishments I talked to you about?”
Again, a giggle from Jill as she pushed her shoulders back and her chest out and the camera got close enough so that I could see what Luther was talking about. My chest suddenly tightening as I saw a tattoo of a small black spade on Jill’s right breast before I saw her fingers move the two small squares of fabric away from her nipples to reveal two silver circles of metal running around each nipple.
“Good girl, you look amazing, if tonight goes well, who knows, maybe I’ll pay for the real thing. Would you like that?” Luther chuckled to himself, leaving me in a horrible position of not knowing what was true and what was false. Were all or just some of the slutty additions marking my wife fake? The bastard had hooked me again.
Before I could stew on this horrible dilemma any more the camera panned further down to focus on the tiny strip of shiny silver fabric covering the entrance to my wife’s body. This time it wasn’t Jill’s fingers that pulled the fabric to the side, it was Luther’s large black fingers which did the honors.
“Good girl,” the same approving tone as before as he saw exactly what he’d wanted to see, my wife’s usual small landing strip of pussy hair now totally removed, leaving her pussy totally bare and available for him, Malcolm and their four other friends who were looking forward to sampling her body before too much longer.
“Okay, that’s great. I’m going to go out front and give you a good build-up, just relax and enjoy, I know you’re nervous but after the first time it’s a million times easier.”
Those were the last words I heard from that little back room as the camera wobbled it’s way out and then went blank, to be replaced by the camera view that showed the whole room with the sofas and stage, the angle now allowing me to see Luther as he stood by the stage with a microphone in hand.
After a couple of exploratory blows on the mike, he started the build-up he’d promised. “Gentlemen, dear friends, thank you for coming all the way across the country to join us here tonight. To honor your years of service to our country, to honor your years of friendship to Malcolm and me, the Pink Cabaret is honored and pleased to bring you the one, the only, the magnificent Jade. Until recently a high-powered executive assistant in the corporate world, until recently the loving wife to Dave and mother to three, now she’s seen the light and has the honor of being Malcolm’s new girlfriend. I ask you to put your hands together for the wonderful and beautiful Jade,” Luther’s words suddenly drowned out by a chorus of catcalls and hoots of excitement as my beautiful wife strutted her way towards the stage, swaying her hips left and right in the most exaggerated and extreme of fashions.
I’ve never been much of an aficionado of strip clubs, but for the next fifteen to twenty minutes my wife’s performance held me and the other six guys watching in the palm of her hand. At first, she stayed on the stage, using the pole that was center stage as a prop around which to swish and swirl, showing off her womanly assets as the guys gawped at the beautiful woman in front of them. Somehow more appealing because it was clear that she was new to this and nervous. Certainly more appealing as her very erect nipples pushed excitedly at the fabric of her micro bikini top, showing that she was just as excited and into this as the six guys were.
As she gradually lost her nerves, Jill got more into it, coming down off the stage to get closer to the guys, so she could better tease them. Playfully pretending to swat their hands away when they grabbed a feel, but none of us being fooled by her mock reluctance, each time letting the hands stay on her flesh just a little too long for her to be doing anything but enjoying their touch.
After a while she selected the youngest of the guys to move things to the next level, sitting herself down on his lap and gyrating in a very provocative fashion as she whispered something in his ear. The next thing I knew was that his hands had undone the thin string tie at the back and were squeezing at Jill’s now naked breasts as my beautiful wife purred and smiled as if this is what she’d wanted all along.
This set up a chain reaction where the young guy gently nudged my now bare-breasted wife to sit on the lap of his friend to his right, his buddy wasting no time at all in fondling and squeezing Jill’s succulent tits just as the first guy had.
They passed Jill around the horseshoe twice like this, my wife’s nipples now visibly harder and fuller than when they’d started the game, her eyes now closed shut each time she landed on a new lap as she gave herself over to enjoying the touch and squeezing of a new pair of hands, For the most part, her head thrown back as she enjoyed the feel and touch of six different men, that is when her head wasn’t twisted sideways to share a kiss with one or other of new admirers.
At the end of the second cycle when Jill came back around to the young guy who’s removed her bikini top, Luther whispered something in the young guy’s ear. He smiled broadly and eased Jill up off his lap, slapped her ass which seemed to shock her and then lead my shaky-legged wife over to a black leather bench that I’d not noticed as it was hidden in the shadows.
As Jill tottered over there on her high heels Luther flicked a switch and a spotlight suddenly shone on the bench. I immediately saw that it was the same bench that Dee had strapped Jill to several weeks ago when Luther had introduced Jill to her first proper black gangbang.
The spotlight seemed to startle Jill and she suddenly looked nervous and not quite so sure, but it was too late because the young guy had worked quickly and Jill was already strapped face down on the leather bench. Just like before, her face pushed snug against a circular leather shape with a hole in the middle, Jill’s legs strapped to two padded long thin leg rests while her torso was strapped tight against the main part of the bench, her ass the highest part of her body. For now still covered by the shiny micro-bikini bottoms, although I was sure that wouldn’t be the case for much longer.
Not surprisingly, the young guy was the one given the honor of being allowed first go on Jill. As I watched him strip for action as the three other new guests followed suit, I closed my eyes and found myself feeling more than a little melancholy and confused, wondering how the hell our marriage had come to this. Me sat in a hotel bedroom with a woman other than Jill while several thousand miles away she willingly allowed herself to perform as a stripper for men she’d never met before and then let one of their number strap her down to a breeding bench.
Just a year ago we’d been a normal couple, toasting our achievement in raising three great kids and watching them happily set sail on their young adult lives, filled with hope and promise. Just two months ago we’d played the part of a proud and respectable married couple at the wedding of our eldest son. And now here we were at the epicenter of a scene of sexual debauchery that would have shocked our friends and family if they’d seen what Jill was about to let happen to her. If they’d seen her meekly allow herself to be strapped in as she looked forward to the next part in the sexual journey Luther had promised her.
Before she’d met Luther, two guys (plus me) had been the limit of my beautiful wife’s experience. Luther had soon doubled this up from two to four, and now that Jill worked for him five days a week and fucked his head of security at least five days a week, he was taking that four and making it six.
In some ways that didn’t sound a lot – hey only two extra guys – but the thought that worried me more was that these new guys were around for the next five days. Alone in a new city and away from their significant others, surely they’d want to get as much of Jill as they could before they had to return to their normal lives. The next five days a chance to let loose and live out whatever kinky fantasies they held as individuals or as a group of guys who’d served together in some of the world’s worst hellholes.
To me, Jill was the woman I loved – best friend, mother of my kids, and soul mate all rolled into one. To them there was a fair chance they thought of her as nothing more than the hired help, just one more of their buddy Luther’s paid whores, provided free of charge for their pleasure, to do with as they pleased when they pleased.
All of these whirling and conflicting thoughts went round and round in my head at eight hundred miles an hour, leaving me feeling queasy and physically sick, but at the same time leaving me with a deeply shaming sense of excitement. A sick part of me excited that Jill might be treated like this for the rest of the night and for the rest of their five-day stay in Miami. What kind of man got off on thinking of his wife treated this way? What kind of wife let herself be treated this way, a keen but nervous muse for the pimp who was fashioning her into the woman he wanted her to be?
My feelings of depression, nostalgia for our lost former life, and guilt were interrupted by the familiar sound of Jill’s mewling moan as the young guy stuck her with his big cock, sinking in all the way to his nuts in one easy motion. The ease with which he penetrated Jill’s pussy a sure sign of how wet and excited she was. Like some floating malign spirit, Luther ghosted onto his shoulder and whispered something into the young guy's ear. Immediately the young guy started slamming into Jill, his large hands clamped onto her shapely hips to hold her still, her moans and cries now ten times louder than when he’d first entered her.
The young guy must have fucked Jill in this rough and wanton fashion for nearly ten minutes, fucking her as fast, hard, and deep as he could. Making her cum twice, making her holler and howl and beg him to slow down a little until the ragged movements of his ass told me he was nearly there, the pair of them screaming as loudly as each other as he slammed in with a last flesh-on-flesh slap, held her still with all his strength and pumped his seed deep into her. His ass muscles flexing and quivering far longer than was decent as he held himself deep, plugging Jill tight lest any of his precious load should escape. Only maybe a minute or so later after exchanging lewd open-mouthed tongue kisses with Jill did he slowly pull back and remove his shrunken but still impressive cock from my wife.
A second man, again one of the new guests, was second up, soon enjoying the sensations of being balls deep in my strapped down and happily compliant wife, picking up where his buddy had left off.
I won’t bother to give you a blow-by-blow description of the next few hours. Six big black cocks, one hungry white woman let off the leash by her husband and keen to explore uncharted waters – you can probably guess at most of what went down. Aside from two events that will forever be etched in my mind, I’ll just recount the general picture of what happened. Of how my beautiful forty-five-year-old wife was fucked non-stop for the best part of an hour until all six guys had fucked her with their big cocks. My own mind a mix of shame and excitement watching her pleasured by six men, even the smallest one better wndowed than me. All six of them shooting their loads deep into the groaning and happy body that was the love of the of my life.
With Malcolm bringing up the rear, gently leading Jill off stage to a little shower room where he lovingly washed and pampered her for a while. Of how the start of ‘Act Two’ was for Malcolm, his cock sucked back to life by Jill, to put on a ‘Romeo and Juliet’ sex act for his friends. Jill and Malcolm only with eyes for each other as they made love in the middle of the stage, much more tender and meaningful than the first act. Of how after this Malcolm asked Jill if she was okay to continue, and how after answering in the affirmative she smiled as Malcolm strapped her back into place and the round-robin resumed again. This time more mellow and less frenetic than the first time, all the guys having nutted once already, now happy to take their time and savor the pleasures Jill was happily sharing with them.
The timestamp in the corner of the video showed me that the games went on for three hours at the club before Malcolm and Luther decamped the activities back to Malcolm’s house. The last scene I saw from the house being one of the two I’ll never forget. As for the first time, I saw Jill take a big black cock in her ass at the same time as she took one in her pussy. A experience that was so much more stretching and depraved for her than the only other DP she’d ever experienced before. When it had been my slim and stubby cock in her ass when she’d had Malcolm’s man-sized cock in her pussy.
Before tonight when I’d seen Dee use a long thin anal dildo on Jill, my instinct had told me this was her way of getting Jill ready for the real thing. And tonight was the night when my earlier intuition came to fruition. One of Malcolm’s four unnamed buddies having a cock which was long but thin, the perfect combination that my tired wife didn’t object when he pulled out of her by now drenched pussy and used the residue of the mixed sperm to lubricate himself as he pushed slowly all the way into Jill’s ass. His thin eight-incher soon embedded all the way into my wife’s bowels, not one sign of reluctance or resistance as she took something that was at least two or three inches longer than the anal dildo that was the largest thing she’d taken down there before tonight.
This guy slowly and sensuously fucked Jill’s ass for a few minutes before unstrapping her and slowly rearranging their bodies, his cock not leaving Jill’s ass even for one moment as he moved them. So that it was his back on the bench and Jill was lying face-up on top of him. As I saw Malcolm step towards them with his thick nine-incher erect and throbbing in his hand, I knew with absolute certainty what was about to happen. Jill had already declared her love for Malcolm, and now what she was about to allow him to do would provide a physical and symbolic seal to that declaration of love. The way Jill smiled tenderly up at Malcolm as he stroked his glans up and down her pussy telling me she was thinking of this in exactly the same way as me. The sharp and painful blades slipping in and out of my gut as I realized I was witnessing another significant step in the strengthening of Jill and Malcolm’s love.
Their mouths locked together in a kiss that mixed feeling with hungry lust as Malcolm’s hips pushed down and forward, driving his long thick black cock all the way deep into Jill. My wife making a long, low moan of satisfaction the like of which I’d never heard before. The man she loved deep inside her, his gift to her a combined seventeen inches of black cock. Separated in her lower body only by the thin membrane between her pussy and her ass.
Fully embedded, the lovers were happy to just enjoy the moment, holding still as each in their own way savored the first time they’d been joined together in this unique union. Sharing a mix of small, light, emotion-filled kisses and long, deep, erotic kisses. Their hips still as their mouths did the work. Until they were done with this, unable to squeeze any more pleasure from kissing alone. Only then did Malcolm’s black ass slowly start to pump up and down. At first moving slowly, sensing this was what Jill wanted until she said something I couldn’t hear and Malcolm slowly started building up his pace.
All the time the guy with the long thick cock just happy to lay there and play his role – anchoring Jill in place with a cock in her ass, allowing Jill to experience Malcolm in a way she’d never known her lover before. Anchor man held Jill’s sexy hips tight as her lower body was stretched out more than she’d ever enjoyed before. Her lover giving her the unique sensation of being stretched and stuffed on not just one but now two big black cocks. The look on her face as she kissed Malcolm telling me just how exciting and exquisite she was finding this new experience. My heart both excited and dismayed at the thought that after tonight she would almost certainly want repeats, something I’d never be able to give her.
It was exquisite torture for me to watch the slow and languid way Malcolm made love to Jill, both of them wanting it to last forever as they took their time, overjoyed that it was a type of virginity that Jill could give Malcolm, even after all these years of marriage to me. Their eyes seemed perpetually locked together as their hips moved in perfect synchronization, Jill’s long legs alternating between being wrapped around her boyfriend’s back or up high over his shoulders. The two lovers seemingly ignoring everyone else, even the guy whose cock was anchored deep in Jill’s ass, as they only had eyes for each other.
But however long they tried to prolong it, all good things must come to an end and a slow-build up in the pace of Malcolm’s pumping hips signaled the inevitable, as the two of them shared a final passionate kiss as Malcolm squeezed Jill’s big boobs. Shooting his third load of the night deep into Jill’s pussy, the perfect ending to the three-hour monster-fuck session he and Luther had arranged for Jill at the club.
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The file Luther had sent me had been skillfully edited and cut together, because it smoothly faded out as Malcolm helped Jill off the bench and up to her feet, and then just as smoothly cut to a scene time-stamped two hours later. This time the film showed they were back at the company house where Malcolm lived.
The camera showed Malcolm and Luther sat by the pool, each of them enjoying a large tumbler of booze and a fat full-size cigar. As the two of them talked the topic turned to Jill. Suddenly Luther held his hand up in the air, signaling Malcolm to stop talking.
With their deep voices now quietened, I suddenly heard what I’d not heard before. The sound of female moans coming from the house. The sounds of a woman being pleasured, the moans of a woman with a man inside her, enjoying every moment of the experience. I knew these moans were from Jill, and the fact that four unnamed guests were nowhere to be seen told me exactly what was going on in the house. Luther and Malcolm were temporarily satisfied, but their four friends had rested enough and now wanted more of Jill. Her contented but tired moans telling me she was happy to go along with this.
As Jill’s moans and sighs filled the still summer air, Malcolm got up and headed into the house, presumably to either check on his girlfriend or to head to the restroom. As soon as he was inside Luther looked up at the location of the hidden camera, grinning in a way that set me on edge.
“Hey, Dave … wow, it’s been quite the night for you, hasn’t it? Right at the get-go, I warned you I was going to rock your world … going to give Jill a whole new set of experiences … a whole new life … now she’s got a new man in her life … a guy she loves and who’ll love and honor her more than Chris ever could … and now she’s learning how to get rid of all those conservative sexual values she learned growing up … learning how to enjoy giving pleasure to black guys … learning to let go and be the person she wants to be … be the person we want her to be ….”
As if I was really right there next to him, he raised his glass and toasted me. “Hey. Dave … here’s to you … and here’s to Jill, and to the fun she’s going to have for the next five days … I didn’t tell you before, but my buddies have been in Afghanistan for the last six months, and they haven’t exactly had a lot of female company … so Jill’s kinda my gift to them for the next five days … a kinda thanks and ‘attaboy’ for serving their country so faithfully … so don’t you and Veronica hurry back anytime soon, coz Jill’s gonna be kinda busy for the next few days.”
And then the camera image went dead – the last thing being Luther’s grinning face as he stopped speaking and allowed me to hear again the moans and sighs of pleasure from the depths of the house, where Jill was providing day one of the planned five-day campaign to improve Army morale. Not exactly GI issue, more the workings of the private sector as Luther delighted in somehow having found another way to pile hot coals on my soul.
I turned to Veronica, who was looking at me with a genuine look of concern, worried that Luther might well have found my breaking point. Might well have pushed me and Jill to a point that even I couldn’t stand.
I looked across at the clock. I had to get up in four hours. I had to complete the final part of the project recovery and then close out the final parts of the new role and package Oasis and I were negotiating. How the hell could I focus on these life-defining tasks when I was so distracted by what Jill was up to back in Miami? But however bad the distraction, I had to try with every fiber of my being. Because this new role in California could offer answers to so many challenges that were flashing danger in front of me as I struggled to process what I’d learned these last few hours.
(Thanks cbears52 for your kind help editing)
