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My Wife's Fantacy

2/4/2006

"Oh my God! Give it to me, hard!" Lorraine pushed
her
buttocks back into my thrusting penis. She loved it doggy

style. I pumped into her as hard as I could. I felt her shaking

as she climaxed.
<br>

<br>

"Ohhhhhh! Oh, Bob, I loooove it just like that!"

It had been a big orgasm. Something must have really set

her off. My wife cums easily, but this had been a whopper.

<br>

<br>

I withdrew and turned Lorraine on her side. She was still
breathing
hard. I got between her legs and slid my penis back into her

juicy cunt.
<br>

<br>

"Honey, that was lovely! How do you want to cum?"

she asked.
<br>

<br>

"Just like this, I think. Sweetie, what turned you

on so much? One of your fantasies?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes." She blushed.
<br>

<br>

"Which one?"
<br>

<br>

"It was the one about you watching me with a big Mexican.

I told you about it once."
<br>

<br>

"I remember. I liked it a lot. Tell me again all about

it." I slowly pushed my cock in and out.
<br>

<br>

"You know. A Mexican with a big cock takes me from
behind with you watching him do it."
<br>

<br>

"Tell me more, honey, and make me cum."
<br>

<br>

"Well, he's very tall and has a huge cock, all

thick and long and he makes me kneel in front of him and pushes

my legs apart. Then he slides his cock into me and fucks me

hard."
<br>

<br>

"Is that all?" I felt myself about to lose control.

<br>

<br>

"He fucks me until I cum and cum and calls me his little

white slut." She giggled.
<br>

<br>

"Oh baby, I'd love to watch that!" I grunted

as I spurted into her love nest. She smiled as she felt the

warm semen flood inside her. We kissed.
<br>

<br>

"It's only a fantasy, Bob. You know that."

<br>

<br>

Indeed, I did. I'd never really thought she would do

anything like that. Nor did I think I'd have the gumption

to go through with it if she did.
<br>

<br>

Over the next few days I couldn't get Lorraine's
fantasy
out of my mind. Somehow it seemed to fit her. She'd always

been a bit submissive during sex. She loved to have me take

control and do her hard, sometimes with a little light spanking

to spice it up. She liked to get on her knees and take it from

behind. The main thing that got me thinking, though, was

that it was her fantasy in the first place. Something about

it really turned her on.
<br>

<br>

I also knew that Lorraine was very conservative in other
respects.
She dressed like a Talbot's catalogue–very properly.

She had a great figure for her thirty-five years: five feet

five, 120 pounds, and beautiful firm C cup tits, sensitive

to the touch. While she loved sex, she wouldn't do anything

really nasty or daring. Only in her fantasies did she let

go of her inhibitions.
<br>

<br>

Our ten years of married life had been happy. The only thing

missing was the racing heartbeat and sizzle we'd had

our first years together. So it wasn't strange now

that her fantasy about a Mexican quickened my pulse.
<br>

<br>

In the following days I thought a lot about trying to find

a Mexican lover for her. I looked on the internet and was
turned
off by what I found. The men advertising sounded fake, or

rude, or unsuitable for one reason or other, not to mention

the health risks. I decided to forget about that avenue.

<br>

<br>

A couple of weeks later I was working out in our local health

club when I noticed a tall Mexican shooting baskets on
the court inside the running track. I'd not seen him

before; he caught my attention by the graceful skill with

which he made his shots, nearly all of which swished the

basket. I wondered if he'd ever played pro.
<br>

<br>

I found out soon enough when he walked over to the machines

I was working on.
<br>

<br>

"Hi, I'm Jesus and new here. Are these machines

any good?"
<br>

<br>

"Hi, I'm Bob. Yeah, I think they're OK.
At least they have never given me any trouble."
<br>

<br>

"I'll give them a try. How long have you lived

here?"
<br>

<br>

"Almost ten years. I moved here with my wife after

we got married and we both found work in the city."

<br>

<br>

"I've just moved here from LA. My business has

expanded and I decided to relocate. I run a sporting goods

business."
<br>

<br>

"You look like you once played pro basketball."

<br>

<br>

"Thanks." He smiled. "As a matter of fact

I did play for the Lakers a couple of years. Then I quit to

go to business school and ended up making more money on my

own. Basketball got me though college and for that I'm

grateful."
<br>

<br>

"Are you married?"
<br>

<br>

"Not at the moment. I like my freedom too much."

<br>

<br>

We continued to chat about the community. He was very confident,

yet friendly and easy to talk to. A few days later I saw him

again at the gym and we renewed our acquaintance. After

my workout, I encountered him in the locker room exiting

the shower.
<br>

<br>

The first thing I noticed, aside from his well-muscled

6'6'' body, was his cock. It hung down between

his legs like a thick hose. Though not erect at all, it wasn't

shrunken like most men's tools when they're down.

It hung in a gentle curve from his body, seemingly half way

to his knees, with a very large pinkish head.
<br>

<br>

"Hi Bob." He smiled nonchalantly. "Did

you have a good workout?"
<br>

<br>

He must have noticed that I had been staring at him. I regained

what composure I could and answered as best I could about

my workout. When we both had dressed and about to leave he

approached me.
<br>

<br>

"Hey Bob, care for a drink somewhere?"
<br>

<br>

"Sure. I know a place just around the corner."

<br>

<br>

We sat at a booth and ordered beers. I wondered what was on

his mind. We talked as usual for a half hour and then ordered

more beers. As I listened to him I kept seeing his huge penis

in my mind. I couldn't help wondering what it would

be like watching it going into my wife.
<br>

<br>

"Are you and Lorraine happy together?" Startled

by his question, I recovered from my thoughts. He almost

seemed to know what I had been thinking.
<br>

<br>

"Sure. Why do you ask?"
<br>

<br>

"No reason, really. I've known quite a few couples,

some happy, some less so."
<br>

<br>

"Couples like us?"
<br>

<br>

"Yeah. A lot of my friends have been white. I meet them

in my business and through my friends.
<br>

<br>

"Do you like to be with couples?" I found myself

asking.
<br>

<br>

"Very much. You see I find I can bond with married white

people and that they appreciate me."
<br>

<br>

I gulped. "You mean you can, er… bond with their wives,

too?"
<br>

<br>

"Don't be surprised when I tell you that there

are an amazing number of white couples who find a Mexican
male
friend to be a nice addition to their social life. They usually

don't advertise their connections with a Mexican,

but you can be sure many of them try it out and a lot of them

have a really good time." He grinned at me. "I

mean a lot of couples are like that, Bob. Maybe you and Lorraine,

too."
<br>

<br>

"How many have you known like that?"
<br>

<br>

"In LA I was with nine couples over ten years or so.

Some of them for quite some time, others for a few weeks or

months."
<br>

<br>

"Wow. Did you, uh, have sex with them?"
<br>

<br>

"Of course. I fucked the wives while the husbands

watched or joined in."
<br>

<br>

Now it was out. I felt terrifically excited, and a bit nervous.

<br>

<br>

"What do you like about being with white couples,

the sex?"
<br>

<br>

"Sure. But not only that. I like taking charge of a

woman and watching her enjoy my strong body and confidence.

And I particularly like having the husband there to watch

how she enjoys it. The wives usually like that, too."

<br>

<br>

"Geez."
<br>

<br>

"Have you ever wanted to see a Mexican fuck your wife,

Bob?"
<br>

<br>

"Well, to tell you the truth, I've fantasized

about it, yes. And so has Lorraine. Actually it's her
favorite
fantasy. But it's only a fantasy."
<br>

<br>

"It can become a reality. Very easily."
<br>

<br>

"I don't think Lorraine would do it. Not Lorraine.
She's
too conservative."
<br>

<br>

"From what you tell me, she is just the type who would

love it. Is she a bit submissive when she enjoys sex?"

<br>

<br>

"Well, yes. She is. But only when she's having

sex."
<br>

<br>

"That's typical. Tell you what, Bob. Let me
meet her with you and see how it goes. I have a sixth sense

about what the ladies want. I won't try anything. Just

to see what kind of woman she is. How about it?
<br>

<br>

"I'm not sure. I mean, I guess it would OK if you

don't try anything." Wow! I'd said it. I

was really interested in pursuing it.
<br>

<br>

"The best thing is to take it real slow, at first. We

can meet anywhere. The gym or some other place you're

both comfortable. You need to be there all the time so she

feels secure. We'll socialize and be friends for a

while. Then we can meet a second time and maybe even a third

before you invite me to your place and we see what happens."

<br>

<br>

"All right. What if it doesn't work?"
<br>

<br>

"It may not, but it usually does when the husband is

willing and the wife is the kind of lady you say Lorraine
is."
<br>

<br>

We agreed to "run into" each other the next weekend

at the gym. Lorraine would be there and I would introduce
her to
Jesus. It turned out to be easier than I thought. Jesus
was so outgoing and natural that Lorraine accepted him
as our
friend right at the start. I could sense how she felt at ease

with him. We had drinks together that afternoon. A week

later we met him for dinner. A few days later we met again

for lunch. Each time Lorraine seemed even more relaxed.
Of course
I knew that she still had no idea what we planned.
<br>

<br>

"You seem to like Jesus, honey. Do you think he's

nice?"
<br>

<br>

"Oh yes. He's very attentive and intelligent.

And good looking!"
<br>

<br>

"He certainly works out a lot. He still looks 25 even

if he's just our age, I think."
<br>

<br>

"Yes, he looks younger than he is. But he acts his age.

He's quite mature."
<br>

<br>

"Would you like to ask him over to dinner next weekend?

I know he would like that. He told me he enjoyed being friends

with couples like us in LA."
<br>

<br>

She looked at me a moment; there was no trace of suspicion

though.
<br>

<br>

"I'm sure he had many friends. Yes, let's

ask him."
<br>

<br>

I met Jesus the next day and we talked it over.
<br>

<br>

"Relax and leave this to me, Bob. If I sense she's

interested, I'll make a move. Believe me, that type

of woman likes a take-charge man. If she's attracted,

she'll respond."
<br>

<br>

"OK. Let's see how it goes."
<br>

<br>

As it happened, the dinner was a big success. Lorraine dressed

in a blue dress with nice heels, typically fashionably

conservative. All three of us had a good deal of wine, and

the conversation was lively. Jesus told basketball stories

and even more about LA society, which he evidently knew

quite a lot about. It was after eight when we moved to the

living room. I could see that Lorraine was having a good
time.
<br>

<br>

"As I was telling you, people in LA will try almost

anything. A good looking Mexican can have a lot of fun there

between the starlets and the more adventuresome couples."

<br>

<br>

"Couples? Oh, you mean you got intimate with couples

there?" Lorraine asked.
<br>

<br>

"It's not unusual for LA. Maybe because of the

porno industry there. Everyone is curious about Mexican

men. You know, whether they're as big as everyone thinks."

We all chuckled. The wine was getting to us.
<br>

<br>

"Are they as big as people think?" I asked. I

was following the script Jesus had worked out.
<br>

<br>

"Some are. Some aren't. You never know until

you take a look."
<br>

<br>

Lorraine giggled. I swallowed and got out my next line.

<br>

<br>

"Are you?"
<br>

<br>

Lorraine giggled again.
<br>

<br>

"You have to take a look. It's the only way to know

for sure."
<br>

<br>

"You want to find out, honey?" I asked Lorraine.
"It's
not every day we get a chance to personally research this

interesting question."
<br>

<br>

She looked at us inquiringly with her bright blue eyes,

too stunned to say anything.
<br>

<br>

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you a look

and you be the judge." Jesus began unzipping his
pants. Not knowing what to say, Lorraine giggled again.
The wine
had its effect.
<br>

<br>

In a moment Jesus slipped out of his pants. He stood before

us and slowly pulled down his shorts over the bulge in front.

When he got them below his knees, his long Mexican hose sprang

free and bobbed a couple of feet in front of us. It looked

much bigger close up.
<br>

<br>

"What do you say? Does it meet your expectations?"

<br>

<br>

"It certainly does!" I exclaimed. "What

do you say, honey?"
<br>

<br>

"Magnificent." She couldn't take her

eyes off it.
<br>

<br>

"If the lady would like to touch it, she's more

than welcome." He spoke with a quiet authority which

Lorraine found compelling.
<br>

<br>

She looked up at Jesus's towering figure and lifted

her fingers to the giant penis hanging before her. She ran

her fingers along the shaft and then grasped it in her hand.

<br>

<br>

"Stroke it for me, honey. That way you can see how big

it can get."
<br>

<br>

She did as he asked. I watched his prick swell in her hand

until it was standing straight out from his loins. It looked

to be at least nine or ten inches.
<br>

<br>

"It'll get a lot harder if you lick it, Lorraine."

<br>

<br>

Lorraine looked at me for a moment. She must have been satisfied

by what she saw in my eyes because she lifted his cock head

to her mouth and began to lick it. I'll say this about

my wife. She's is one hell of a cocksucker. And she knew

just what to do. Rubbing the shaft and sucking the head,

she soon had it pointing upwards in a strong erection. Jesus

looked like a God as he stood in front of my wife,
his prick lodged in her lips.
<br>

<br>

I just stared at them. The size of his penis was overwhelming

in my wife's tender mouth. Talented as she was at sucking
cock,
Lorraine could only get the head in. She made up for it by
stroking
the shaft and tickling his fat, thick balls with her other

hand. He was in no hurry. He took her head in his hands and

fucked her mouth for what must have been ten minutes. With

a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled it out.
<br>

<br>

Fully extended, it was at least ten inches. Even more impressive

was the girth, which had swelled up enormously. I could

now see why Lorraine couldn't take much of it in her
mouth.
With some alarm, I wondered whether she could take it in

her cunt.
<br>

<br>

"Now what do you say? Is this your idea of a Mexican
cock?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes, " said my wife.
<br>

<br>

"You like them big, don't you, Lorraine?"

<br>

<br>

"Yes."
<br>

<br>

"Take off your dress like a good girl and let's'

see how much you like this one."
<br>

<br>

She did as he bid. The dress came off, and then the bra and

panties. He picked her up like a doll and carried her to the

bedroom. Laying her back on the edge of the bed, he opened

her legs and ran his fingers over her pussy.
<br>

<br>

"Nice and wet, I see. Glad to see you're ready

for me, honey."
<br>

<br>

He looked over at me and smiled. "Bob, why don't

you get your prick out so you can enjoy this too."
<br>

<br>

I did as he suggested. My cock felt rock hard in my hand. I

watched Jesus position his fat cockhead at the opening

of my wife's cunt. He opened the lips a bit with his hand

and then pushed into the opening a couple of inches. I felt

I was about to ejaculate, but somehow held back. He pulled

it out and inserted it a couple of more times before pushing

hard until his balls slapped up against Lorraine's
asshole.
I got on my knees to look closer. It was all the way in.
<br>

<br>

"Do you like that, sweetie?"
<br>

<br>

"Oh yes!"
<br>

<br>

For the next ten minutes I watched Jesus fuck my wife, Lorraine,
with
long, fast strokes. She became very excited, breathing

fast and uttering little moans of pleasure. His fucking

gradually became harder until she clenched him in a spasm

of pleasure. I watched her trembling orgasm, my stiff boner

in my hand. I knew this wasn't the end.
<br>

<br>

Jesus pulled it out slowly. His Mexican cock glistened
with
dew from her vagina.
<br>

<br>

"How do you like it best, honey?"
<br>

<br>

Lorraine moved into the middle of the bed and got up on her
knees.
She bent down and presented her pretty white bottom to him.

Jesus got up behind her and slid his cock into her pussy
doggie style. She moaned as it hit bottom, then wiggled

her ass on his tool. She looked around at me and gave me a bawdy

look.
<br>

<br>

This time he fucked her hard. It was uncanny how he seemed

to know just what she wanted. He rammed his cock in and out,

with full big strokes. She began to cum, yelping with pleasure.

He didn't stop. He kept pounding it to her, very hard.

<br>

<br>

"Is that what you want, Lorraine?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes. Do it, please! Fuck me hard!"
<br>

<br>

She hit another climax. The next one had her gasping for

breath. His rhythm quickened. They came together in a crescendo

of fucking, his balls slapping up against her thighs. I

shot a load into my left palm, the semen dripping from my

hand as I watched Jesus slowly pull it out of her hole. As

he did so, a grey-white liquid flooded out of her and ran

down her thighs. She didn't seem to mind.
<br>

<br>

A half hour later we had dressed and Lorraine prepared coffee.

I'd rarely seen her so serene. It was as if she had always

wanted it be like this.
<br>

<br>

She went to the kitchen for a moment. Jesus looked at me
contentedly.
<br>

<br>

"Happy, Bob?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes. I think she loved it."
<br>

<br>

"Did you?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes. I did."
<br>

<br>

Before leaving, Jesus took Lorraine in his arms and gave
her
a long deep kiss. She kissed him back."
<br>

<br>

"Are you OK, sweetie?" I asked after he had gone.

<br>

<br>

"Yes."
<br>

<br>

"Did you have a good time?"
<br>

<br>

"I loved it, Bob. He's so...wonderful and overpowering.

Did you have a good time too?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes, honey. It was very exciting. I'm glad we

fulfilled your fantasy."
<br>

<br>

A few days later Lorraine came home with several shopping
bags,
not from Talbot's.
<br>

<br>

"Been shopping, honey?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes, just a few things I'd like to wear."

<br>

<br>

The next evening I returned from work to find Jesus lounging

in the living room, half naked. Before I could say a word,

Lorraine came out of the bedroom and stood in the doorway.
I couldn't
believe my eyes.
<br>

<br>

She was wearing a tight shelf black bra, which forced her

tits up high and close together. Black satin thong panties

caressed her crotch. She was half a foot taller than usual,

standing on glass looking platform 7" high heels.

Her hair was dolled up like she was going to a fancy party.

She wore a lot of rosy makeup and bright red lipstick. I couldn't

help thinking that she looked like a whore.
<br>

<br>

"Hi, honey, " she said. "Jesus and I
are about to have a drink. Would you like one too?"

<br>

<br>

She strutted over to the bar and poured three glasses of

wine. Her butt wiggled as she balanced herself on the high

heels. She handed me my glass, then sidled up to Jesus.
They sipped their drinks for a while, looking into each

other's eyes.
<br>

<br>

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't expected this.

I wasn't sure I liked the idea of my wife taking up with

Jesus like this. Since I had started it, I couldn't

just tell them to stop. I pondered this while they fondled

each other, Lorraine giggling as Jesus fingered her panties.

<br>

<br>

It wasn't long before he had them off. He bent her over

the arm of a chair and pulled down his pants. His fat prick

emerged half erect. He rubbed it a little while and then

pushed it into Lorraine's waiting cunthole.
<br>

<br>

"Take off your pants, Bob, and enjoy yourself."

<br>

<br>

I didn't know what else to do, so I did as he asked. My

penis was throbbing in my hand.
<br>

<br>

"Yes, fuck me just like that! I want that big Mexican

cock up my cunt! Do it hard!"
<br>

<br>

He gave her what she wanted. Her moaning told me she loved

it. He plowed into her with powerful strokes. She moaned

louder and louder.
<br>

<br>

"Oh my God, fuck me!" I watched her orgasm with

awe. Jesus kept right on going. He grabbed her blonde hair

and pulled her head back. As he plunged his rod in and out

he slapped her bottom with his left hand.
<br>

<br>

I was shocked. This was more than I bargained for. I wasn't

sure this was what I wanted at all.
<br>

<br>

"Do you like that, slut?" Jesus commanded.

<br>

<br>

"Ohhhh. It's sooooo good. Don't stop."

<br>

<br>

"I like a hot girlie like you. White sluts are the best!"

<br>

<br>

Another climax swept though Lorraine's body. She
moaned
with pleasure. This time Jesus pulled out his gleaming

penis and turned to me.
<br>

<br>

"Do you have any lube, Bob?
<br>

<br>

"What?"
<br>

<br>

"You know, some nice slippery lube for your wife's

cute ass."
<br>

<br>

Lorraine had never agreed to anal sex before. I was sure
she wouldn't
want this. I hesitated a moment. As I looked at his long Mexican

penis poised before her asshole I felt a surge of desire

in my loins. I went to get the lube.
<br>

<br>

"Lube her up, Bob, " he said, pointing to her

rosebud. I squeezed the tube and rubbed it around the orifice.

<br>

<br>

"Good, now put some on my cock."
<br>

<br>

Shocked, I did as he asked, spreading a big glob of it over

his cockhead. It felt like a thick piece of meat.
<br>

<br>

"That's right. Now, Bob, insert it for me, slowly."

<br>

<br>

I couldn't believe what he was asking. Lorraine just
waited
patiently, offering no objection. I tried my best to do

as he asked. It wouldn't go in. It was just too big.
"Put a finger in first. That'll get her ready."

<br>

<br>

With the lube, my finger went in quite easily. As I lubed

her, I felt my prick throbbing with anticipation. I'd

always wanted to fuck her in the ass. Now I was going to see

a Mexican do it for me. With the hole well lubricated, I
took his penis in my hand and slowly worked it into her anus.

Once it was in a couple of inches, he took over, working it

slowly back and forth, each time a little deeper. With her

other hand he masturbated Lorraine's clit.
<br>

<br>

"Do you like it, cutie?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes, "
<br>

<br>

"Want it deeper?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes."
<br>

<br>

He began to take her in long strokes, finally reaching his

full depth. Her ass opened right up to receive it. I heard

Lorraine's moans as he continued to fuck her and rub
her clit
at the same time.
<br>

<br>

"You've got a nice tight ass, slut. I'm gonna

fuck it good." Lorraine whimpered something inaudible.

I watched his cock quicken the pace. He screwed it into her

balls deep. Lorraine let out a loud moan I knew meant she
was cumming.
<br>

<br>

"Bob, do you have a vibrator?"
<br>

<br>

"Uh, yes."
<br>

<br>

"Get it."
<br>

<br>

I went to the bedroom and found it in a drawer. It was a compact

model in one piece, suitable for traveling. I handed it

to Jesus. With his long arms he reached around Lorraine
and placed
it against her clit. His penis continued to fuck her asshole.

I heard the purring of the vibrator.
<br>

<br>

"Ooooooh. That feels sooooo good! I love what you're

doing to me!" She cooed over this new pleasure. A wave

of orgasm shook her, then another. Suddenly Jesus stopped

and so did the vibrator.
<br>

<br>

"Do you want more, honey?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes, yes. Please, I want more!"
<br>

<br>

"Will you be my slut?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes."
<br>

<br>

"Will you do anything I want?"
<br>

<br>

"Yes, whatever you want. Give it to me! Fuck my ass!"

Hearing my wife shout this, a thick wad of semen erupted

from my swollen cock.
<br>

<br>

He resumed fucking with the vibrator for another half hour

until Lorraine was exhausted. He withdrew his cock and
turned
her around. "Now, slut, suck it off for me."

<br>

<br>

I couldn't believe it, but she did. She sucked his cock

lovingly for about five minutes until it erupted in a gush

of sperm. Hard as she tried, she couldn't swallow it

all. It dripped down her chin and onto her tits. She didn't

seem the least bit embarrassed. She just smiled at him,

and winked at me.
<br>

<br>

A week later Lorraine called me at the office to say that
Jesus
had invited us to a party that evening. She seemed excited

at the prospect. It had been a long time since we had been

to any kind of social event, so I didn't wonder that

she would want to go.
<br>

<br>

I should have been suspicious when I got home to find Lorraine

dressed to go out. Or almost undressed. She was wearing

a short pink miniskirt, with a tight black tank top I'd

never seen before. The only thing I recognized were the

platform high heels.
<br>

<br>

"Geez, sweetie, what kind of party is this?"

<br>

<br>

"Oh, just Jesus and a few of his friends. He said we'd

like them a lot." She smiled sweetly at me.
<br>

<br>

The place turned out to be a private club downtown. Jesus

must have reserved it for the evening. Jesus was there
with five of his friends, all male and either Mexican or
black as the ace of spades. This concerned me a bit as a looked
around and didn't see any sign of
the club's employees.
<br>

<br>

"I've found a few retired colleagues here, "

Jesus explained. "I thought you might like to meet

some of them." As I might have guessed, since they

were all as tall as Jesus.
<br>

<br>

"Meet Leon, Willis, Jamal, Darren, and Jamie."

<br>

<br>

We said hello to them while Jesus found us drinks. A moment

or two later t I noticed a large padded mattress on the floor

along with some pillows and tubes of lube.
<br>

<br>

I began to get nervous. I would have said something, but

Lorraine appeared unconcerned. She flirted with the men
while
Jesus looked on approvingly. I managed to get Jesus's

attention and motioned him over to the bar area. As soon

as we were alone I confronted him.
<br>

<br>

"Jesus, are you thinking that Lorraine is going to
fuck
all these men, right here on the floor?"
<br>

<br>

"Of course."
<br>

<br>

"I really don't think she would want to do that."

<br>

<br>

"She's gonna love it, Bob. You can be sure of
that. In fact, were gonna fuck her right in front of you.

So you can see for yourself."
<br>

<br>

I was shocked. How he could imagine that we would want something

like that? At the same time I felt my cock stiffen in my pants.

I couldn't believe I would feel horny at the thought

of six men banging my pretty wife.
<br>

<br>

"Don't worry, Bob. She's gonna love it."

<br>

<br>

I decided to see what happened.
<br>

<br>

It didn't take long. The wine was once again having

its effect on Lorraine. She was laughing and giggling as
the men
joked with her. She certainly enjoyed their company.
<br>

<br>

"Now gather round, all. This is the little lady I've

been telling you about. She's the best little white

fuck slut in town! I can vouch for it from personal experience.

Now, honey, isn't that right?"
<br>

<br>

Lorraine giggled again. "If you say so, Jesus."

<br>

<br>

"I do say so. And you're gonna show these gentlemen

just what a hot cunt you are, aren't you baby."

<br>

<br>

"OK."
<br>

<br>

"Take off that skirt and show us your stuff."

<br>

<br>

Lorraine slid off the skirt, revealing tiny black thong
panties
pulled up into her slit. The men whistled at her.
<br>

<br>

"I see what you mean, Jesus. She looks real hot. Let's

she if she can fuck."
<br>

<br>

"Pull off your panties, honey."
<br>

<br>

She slid them off. Jesus picked her up and carried her to

the mattress. "Kneel down and show us that pretty

ass, slut."
<br>

<br>

Lorraine complied with his order, spreading her legs a
little
to show her asshole and cunt opening.
<br>

<br>

All the men quickly undressed. As I might have expected

from their size, they all had very large penises. Jesus

knelt in front of Lorraine and inserted his roto-rooter
into
her mouth. He invited the rest of them to line up and take

her from behind.
<br>

<br>

Lorraine did not offer the slightest resistance. Within
a minute
she was moaning with delight as she was fucked from behind.

How she managed to suck cock at the same time, I don't

know, but she did. Powerless to stop what was happening,

I took off my trousers and pulled out my meat. It was dripping

with anticipation. I rubbed the natural lube over my erection.

It felt wonderful.
<br>

<br>

What followed can only be described as a gangfuck.
<br>

<br>

"That's a baby. You suck it for me, slut, suck

it hard!"
<br>

<br>

"I love this cunt, Jesus. She's one white whore!"

<br>

<br>

"Does she take it up the ass?"
<br>

<br>

"Yeah. She loves it."
<br>

<br>

"Maybe she'd like an Oreo?"
<br>

<br>

"A what?" I asked.
<br>

<br>

"You know, Bob. black on the outside, white in the

middle."
<br>

<br>

"Now, honey, get on top of Leon here like you're

gonna ride him. That's a good girl."
<br>

<br>

Darren knelt behind her and lubed her ass. They took her

two at a time. The first time I saw two black cocks stuffed

in her holes I creamed immediately. Amazingly, my cock

stayed rock hard for the next two hours as they fucked her

repeatedly. I came two more times and I lost count of the

orgasms Lorraine and the six men had. The odor of fresh semen
filled
the room. I could see that Lorraine was covered in it from
her tummy
to her ass and thighs. She didn't even have time to clean

up before the next pair took her in the cunt and ass. Then

a third took her mouth.
<br>

<br>

"The proof of a true slut, Bob. She takes it in all
three holes." Jesus leered at me. My wife had become

a whore for Mexican cock! By this point I was so excited they

could do whatever they wanted. With a whelp they all came

together, including my slutty wife. I wouldn't have

believed it for a million years if I'd not seen it for

myself.
A white janitor entered the club and came over to see my wife’s
cunt full of cum
His name is, Bob and he ask if it would be alright if he licked
all of
The Mexican cum from her cunt and ass. Hell yet you can lick
our cocks
Clean as well. And he did clean up her cunt and ass and then
sucked all of
The Mexicans and me until we all shot hot cum clean down his
slutty throat.
He just loved it!
<br>

<br>

<br>

When we finally got home, I asked Lorraine how she felt.

<br>

<br>

"Great. I had a wonderful time!"
<br>

<br>

"You liked being fucked by six men like that?"

<br>

<br>

"Yes. I loved it. I can't wait to see them again.

And I'll do anything for Jesus. He said he might be
able to find more friends for a bigger party. He said we might

all meet for a weekend somewhere, too. Wouldn't that

be fun? You see, honey, I know what you want too. Isn't

it wonderful that we both feel the same way?"
<br>

<br>

Indeed we did.

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Not too bad, different.

4/24/2008

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Fuck that. You are nothing to your wife now. She wants the
other men not you.

4/24/2008

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mmmmmmmmm .. I only just found this story now ... soooo hotttttt



This kinda funnnn is right up my alley ... so to speak ...
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loved it.


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Chrissie

4/14/2009