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My wife Angie and I were married right out of high school, we'd been sweethearts throughout our junior and senior high years and no one ever said Angie without it being followed by Jeff as well, we were inseparable.
Even though we had dated and gone steady for so many years, we still had never had intercourse, she came from a really strict family and I respected her wishes because I cared so much about her. I’d felt her up plenty of times, feeling those soft mounds of flesh that always made her sweaters stand out perfectly in the front and a couple of times my hand actually made it up the inside of her thigh, but before I could rub that hot spot between her legs, she would push my hand away and remind me of how we were going to wait for our wedding night, and we did.
I was so ready for her that first night I came within the first few seconds, and for Angie, she thought that meant we were done for the night, I guess that was her virgin way of thinking, but within minutes later I had another raging hard on and nothing I could do with it. Now, we’ve been married for nearly five years and that’s pretty much still the way it is, she remains prim and proper, saying she wants to be a lady for me, even though I keep explaining to her how I'd love for her to be dirty in the bedroom. We have sex three times a week, which after almost five years, I guess that's good in comparison to what some of my buddy's talk about, but I am really needing some sort of a spark, either taking her doggy style for a change, or being allowed to fuck her twice in one night, something to spruce things up a bit.
I didn't realize just how wild things could possibly be until that October afternoon when a thunderstorm blew through the city knocking the power out, leaving us all sitting in our offices twiddling thumbs because there was nothing we could do. Finally the supervisor came through and said to head on home, which suited me just fine, three hours earlier than usual, missing that traffic and maybe being able to talk Angie into a little fondling session.
I parked at the street like usual and made my way through the back door, setting down my briefcase, loosening my tie and then reaching for a cold beer. Angie's car was out front, so I knew she was there somewhere, probably either sewing a new pattern or folding laundry, doing those domestic chores that she loves so much, always trying to be the perfect wife for me. After a hearty drink of my beer I stood checking the pile of daily mail on the table and then I heard what I thought was Angie moaning. I didn't move, I just listened for a second and then I heard it again. I thought she was in pain or something so I went through the house searching for her, and I definitely found her!
Walking down the hall towards our bedroom the sounds became louder and I could have sworn I heard a males voice saying, "That's it, take it all you baby!" At first I thought maybe she had rented a dirty video, but then I thought, no, not Angie, not her prim and proper style. But when I pushed our bedroom door all the way open there she was, her petite body, long strawberry hair flipping from side to side, her heart shaped ass high in the air and looking like a sexual sandwich between two huge Black men, with their massive cocks feeding her holes with a fury of fucking action.
I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing! They had her on all fours while her mouth was being jammed full of a thick cock and another plowed her from behind in doggy style penetration. She was being used to the fullest of fornicating pleasure! I was in such sock that I was nearly in a trance, not until I dropped my beer bottle to the hardwood floor and hearing the glass shatter did I realize this was really happening. With the crashing sound Angie's head flipped around to witness me in the doorway, and although I expected tears and apologies, that's not what I got at all!
The only words to come out of her mouth before it was filled with that bulging Black cock again was, "Either sit down and watch or go catch the game!" With that, she started sucking fast and furious once more. I couldn’t believe this was the same girl I’d married, the girl that wouldn't let my hand even travel to the crotch of her cotton panties, now here she was, in our king sized bed carrying on an interracial fuck fest with two men at the same time! I was just frozen in my tracks, I couldn't move. I stood there, watching the rhythm of them penetrating her, calling her slut, and stretching her holes to the extreme that my dick could never do. With my jaw hanging down and unbelievably so, my own dick cock beginning to stir in my trousers I continued to stand and watch my wife being double penetrated. Now I knew what being a cuckold husband felt like, and even though it may be wild to say, I was beginning to enjoy it, now that the initial shock had worn off.
As her face was being fucked with even more speed I could hear her first lover give a manly grunt as he shot his load across her tongue and then covering her pretty face, she was a hot wife, there's no doubt about that and these two men were appreciating every passion filled inch of her. As he pulled his semi-erect cock out of her mouth she turned once more and said, "I always wanted to be a lady to you, but a whore to my lovers, and now, since you've caught me, you can just appreciate me for who I am." With that said, the man driving his massive cock into her pussy from behind left nothing but a creampie pile of jizz dripping and oozing from her hole.
As they dressed and left our house she rolled over on the bed, reached down between her legs and scooped the cum from her hole to rub over her swollen and red clit, getting off one more time through masturbation right in front of me. After she came she asked me if I knew what a cuckold husband was and I shook my head yes, she was glad I already knew because she said from that moment on, I would be treated as such and it was to start with me getting a hot, wet washcloth to clean my hot wife up with, and if I did it well enough, then I'd be invited to watch her next interracial fuck festival, because there would be a next.
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