My Bisexual Worlds Collide

As soon as COVID died down enough so that people were doing things together again, I went right back to having sex with strangers, and my black Master has been playing with me and sharing me a lot more ever since. More people are willing to get together and gangbang a white guy now. A LOT has happened since the end of COVID. I was sucking and getting fucked by black cocks at least once or twice a week, while trying to hide it from my wife.

At the same time, my relationship with my wife was actually going great. I think maybe taking cocks every week made me radiate a sexier vibe, which made her want to do more to turn me on. She started wearing sexier outfits for me, knowing that I love seeing lots of skin. Around the house, she'd wear tiny babydoll nighties, and when we went out, she'd wear the miniskirts and little tops or the minidresses I've bought her -- sans panties or other underwear in both cases, by the way. She knows how hard that makes me. I was living the bisexual high life, but totally on the down low.

Part and parcel to my wife and I being more sexual with each other is that we talk to each other about our kinks and turn-ons. I haven't once mentioned being a gangbang and bukkake slut for men, though I did mention I would love for her to be one. I've told her I want to watch her get fucked by another guy -- or guys -- and she has always been hesitant. About a year ago, I started showing her the websites for various sex clubs in the city. She did seem interested in them, but I knew she would need a push to ever really go. Over the past year, I encouraged her to dress sluttier and sluttier, both at home and when we went out. At the same time, I kept bringing up the idea of visiting one of those sex clubs -- especially when she was all hot and bothered. Then, one day, it finally happened: I suggested we go, and she actually agreed.

We decided to visit one the more upscale venues on a Saturday night. I wore pants and a somewhat dressy collared shirt, and she wore one of the black minidresses I bought her -- a string halter around her neck turning into material only an inch above her nipples, then cleavage to a few inches below her belly button, and backless to just the top of her ass -- only long enough to not quite cover the bottom of that round little ass that I thank yoga for every day. Her long hair covered the halter string around her neck, making it look from behind like she was topless. Chunky and strappy 5inch black platform heels made her even sexier.

We went into the front lounge area of the club. It boasted a BYOB bar, an upscale buffet, a DJ, a dance floor, some hangout areas and booths, and all the other stuff you'd expect to find at a dance club. We certainly weren't there to eat -- well, not food, anyway -- but we did bring a bottle of top shelf tequila with us. We hung out in that part of the club, which was like a really sexy lounge, and every other woman there was dressed up right -- some of them to kill, and some of them to get fucked to death. I was hard the whole time because I had taken Cialis, and was so turned on by how my wife was wearing such a slutty dress with no underwear. Hell, my pride swelled almost as much as my cock, because my wife had the best body of any woman there.

A couple guys came up to us, introduced themselves, and asked if we were new to the club. It must have been obvious. They were charming, good-looking, well-dressed, and very interested in my wife. I made sure to tell them that I would love to watch my wife suck or fuck another guy.

By the third shot of tequila, my wife was feeling very relaxed, and her inhibitions were going away. The bigger of the guys had been sitting right next to her and getting closer. He'd put his hand on her briefly to emphasize a point, then leave it on her longer and longer each time. Finally, he'd reached it around her. I noticed, of course, but I didn't say anything; I wanted to see how she reacted. She let it keep going, and, slowly but surely, the guy got both his hands on her. Then they started kissing. I was about to explode from watching my wife get seduced by another man; she even spread her legs and let him start touching her naked, waxed-smooth pussy right in front of me and the other guy.

The other guy really wanted to join in, but I was the one sitting next to her on the other side. Even though I desperately wanted to let the other guy tag in, but my wife just didn't seem like she was ready for a second guy. I sensed he was disappointed, but he sure didn't stop watching. The first guy was playing with her -- toying with her; he was clearly really experienced with women. He brought her to an orgasm while we watched just with his hands and lips, and he didn't even have to get down there and lick her to do it. Once she came down from her orgasm, the guys said we should go back to the other part of the club.

We followed them and got to an area with lockers, where it was expected that everybody would take off all their clothes. I was fine with it, and, to my surprise, so was my wife. All four of us proceeded onward, naked as jaybirds. There were twice as many people in the back area than there had been up front, and they were all sucking and fucking each other in various positions and combinations. There wasn't a shred of clothing in sight, so we certainly hadn't been pranked or hazed.

It was a big place, with couches and ottomans and fuck tables, a sex swing, stocks -- anything you could imagine, really -- in both a main room and a bunch of little side rooms. We met back up with the two guys from before, and both my wife and I noticed their fit bodies and impressive cocks. Even semi-hard, it was clear they were packing, leaving little doubt as to why they were so confident coming to a sex club without any women of their own.

We found a couch-and-ottoman area that was available and sat down; my wife had a guy on each side of her, finally, and I sat across from them. It wasn't long before I was stroking my cock while watching my wife, on her knees, stroking and sucking both guys at the same time. It was a fantasy of mine being realized. I wasn't the only gangbang slut in the family anymore; I had gotten my wife to become one, too!

I was so turned on. My cock was beyond hard and throbbing like crazy, all lubed up and ready to explode. I tortured myself with an edging session while watching my wife perform a porn scene for me with strangers in a room where over fifty other people were having sex. She sucked them both for probably ten minutes, which seemed like two seconds to me but was probably a lot of work for her. Then one of the guys -- the first one who had touched her back in the lounge -- laid her on her back and went down on her. She moaned and let him do it, looking right into my eyes as he did.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" she asked me.

Of course I said, "fuck yes!" as I jacked off to her getting eaten out.

The guy who had already made her cum with his fingers made her cum even harder with his mouth. He kept her cumming for minutes on end until she started begging for him to stop.

He pulled his mouth off her hairless, dripping, quivering pussy. Then he got on his knees, lined up his cock with her pussy -- no condom -- and pushed right into her. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened. I could tell she was a little shocked that things had gone that far -- that she was actually getting fucked by a stranger in public right in front of me. I was struggling not to cum; I even had to stop touching my cock for a little bit.

The other guy adjusted his position so that he could get his cock into my wife's mouth as she was getting fucked. She opened up and let him in. As he pushed his cock deeper, she wrapped her lips around it, and then she sucked and licked like she was performing for me -- which she probably was. She'd gone much farther than I'd ever thought she would on our very first trip to a sex club. I counted my blessings that I had a wife so willing to please me -- and that tequila exists.

I sat there, barely touching my dripping cock and aching balls while I watched my fantasy scene play out right in front of me, with my wife in a starring role that she was committing to like a pro. The two guys took turns fucking her with their oversized cocks for nearly an hour straight, just going and going. Seriously, they looked like they were each packing eight or nine inches.

It got to the point where they were both going balls deep in her from both ends, and I just couldn't take it any longer. Still stroking, I stood up and got myself into position until my cock was right over her face. "Babe," I said, "I'm going to cum on your face."

"OK," she replied, and I just started blasting her face with at least a half dozen big spurts, aiming at her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips.

It didn't matter that I'd just cum; seeing my wife's face utterly plastered with my seed -- especially with so many other people around, including two that were still fucking her -- turned me on like crazy. The other guy had pulled out for a few seconds while I'd cum, but then he'd slid right back in her mouth. They kept using her from both ends while her face dripped cum, some of it falling off her chin and cheek and onto her naked body. I told them I'd love it if they would both cum on her face too. She doesn't even like facials, really, but will do it because she knows it turns me on. After a few more minutes of fucking and sucking, the guy in her mouth pulled out first to add a whole lotta cum to her face, and the guy fucking her eventually pulled out to cum all over her face and tits.

My wife was naked in a sex club surrounded by strangers, right after she had gotten spit roasted for the first time in her life and bukkaked by three guys -- sitting there, dripping cum everywhere like a completely used slut. I was already getting hard again. I got between her legs and licked her to another orgasm before I fucked her too. I fucked her slowly, and with love. I came again -- on her face, again, because I'm so cum obsessed. I convinced her not to wipe any of the cum off her face until we got to the locker area and I could take pictures of her with my phone. We did that, then said goodbye to the guys, got dressed and left the club. It was an amazing experience -- definitely the best heterosexual experience ever for me.

That experience was like a high that lasted for days and weeks. We had so much residual horniness from it that our sex life was amazing. We got in the habit of me cumming on her face and taking pictures of it. She started wearing the sexier outfits more often and more places, always without any underwear. Meanwhile, I was still serving my Master on a semi-regular basis -- sucking his and others' black cocks and letting them all fuck me and cum all over my face.

Just like I was taking pictures of my wife, my Master was taking pictures of me -- videos, too -- doing all sorts of gay, perverted, submissive, slutty things. His collection got bigger after every session. I let slip about our experience at the sex club, and he said he wanted me to arrange to do it again. He wanted to meet my wife for the very first time without her knowing who he was, and the sex club was the perfect place to do it.

About two months after our first visit to the sex club, I convinced my wife we should do it again. She agreed, and we made a plan to go that Saturday. I even picked out the outfit I wanted her to wear, which was a chemise nightie that couldn't seriously pass for a dress. My Master was in the loop, obviously, unbeknownst to my wife.

On the night of our outing, my wife put on her "dress." It most closely resembled a skimpy halter. The cleavage window extended to below her belly button, and it was backless all the way down to the top of her ass crack. What little of her was covered up top was only done so by thin, semi-sheer leopard-print material. The skirt material was sheer black lace, and only about five inches from top to bottom. Not only was she showing off the top of her ass crack, she was flashing over an inch of naked, pantyless ass down below. She had told me many times when I would say "nice dress" that it was "NOT a dress" and would never be worn outside the house. There she was, though, wearing it with nothing underneath on black, chunky five-inch platform heels. I was shocked and extremely turned on that she was going to dare to wear it to the club.

The club had a dress code for the front lounge -- for the men, almost exclusively. I wore thin pants and a pressed but untucked shirt, plus a decent pair of shoes. That was about the minimum I could get away with. There was no rule about going commando, though!

For the first half hour, our experience was similar to the one we'd had on our previous outing. We started off drinking and looking around at the other guests and noted that the club was a bit more crowded than it had been the last time. People were noticing how skimpy and exhibitionist my wife's "dress" was and were enjoying it. She was enjoying the attention, I was enjoying everything at once: watching her being sexy and having a good time, and watching her being watched. Just like the last time, two guys came up to talk with us. They were quite charming, and my wife invited them to sit with us. That time, however, the guys were my Master and a friend of his who has fucked me on many occasions. They were both very handsome, and their tight clothes showed off their fit bodies. Still, my wife had never been with a black guy before, so I didn't know exactly how things would shake out.

My Master sat next to my wife and began seducing her right away. To my delight, my wife let it happen. She let him put his hands on her more and more over time. She was so barely dressed that it's not like she was hiding anything from them, and his hands were on her legs and tits in no time. Not long after that, she was spreading her legs. He looked right at me as he sucked his finger to wet it and started playing with her clit, making her soaking wet. Then he slid his big, black finger in my wife and played with her tits right in front of me.

My Master's friend wasn't content just to watch, even there in the front lounge. He started putting his hands on me -- on my back, on my leg, up my legs, and then on my bulge. By the time my Master was making my wife orgasm right in front of me, the other big black guy had unzipped me and pulled out my hard cock, and was stroking it while we both watched. My wife saw it and looked at me in shock. I just shrugged -- hey, a handjob's a handjob, so I'm rolling with it -- and while she still seemed surprised, she also seemed OK with it.

The man's expert attentions had me throbbing and dripping. Then, with his other hand, he pulled out his own cock -- probably eight inches long, thick with a big head, and dark-chocolate brown. I'd had quite a few experiences with that beautiful cock before, but I knew I couldn't do anything that would let my wife know that. He took my hand and put it on his cock, so I started stroking him.

When my wife noticed, she was even more shocked. She stopped moaning from being openly masturbated and said, "Holy shit, honey!"

I shrugged again and said, "It's only fair."

We all got up and decided to go into the back together. We went into the locker area, stripped naked, and walked into the open sex area as a quartet. It was packed -- easily a hundred people. We found an open area with a love seat and another big ottoman-style sex table, though that time it was right in the middle of the crowded main room. My Master again started in on my wife, and almost immediately had her sucking his cock. It was so big she could barely get the head in and had to mostly just stroke the rest with both hands. I could tell she was overwhelmed with how big my Master's black cock was -- several inches longer than mine and twice as thick. I was a little surprised that he was so rock hard for a woman, not to mention so good at seducing one.

My Master's friend quickly pushed me to my knees, put his cock to my mouth, and told me to suck it. I had to make a decision at that moment about how much of that part of myself I was going to expose to my wife, but my Master looked right at me, and I knew I had to do it. I sucked the big black cock into my mouth and started sucking and stroking it, much like my wife was doing to my Master's cock only a few feet away. My wife was facing away from me while sucking my Master's girthy ten-incher, so she didn't notice what I was doing at first. She did eventually, though, at which point she said, "Oh my God!" so loudly that the four of us suddenly had quite the audience. Dozens of strangers learned in an instant that I knew how to suck off a black guy like a pro. So did my wife.

My Master picked her up and stood up in one smooth, effortless motion. As she clung to him like a koala on a giant tree, he impaled her pussy on his shaft, then lifted her up and down on it, using her like a fleshlight and acting like she weighed almost nothing. Every time he pushed her down, another centimeter of his huge cock made it into her smooth, tight, tiny white pussy. She kept moaning and saying that it was too big, but she didn't do a damn thing to try to get away from him. Even though I was pretty busy sucking cock, I could tell there was some commotion around us. I think people were wondering if everything was totally consensual, which just brought more attention to my wife getting fucked by a big black man while her husband sucked another black man like he was a gay porn star. It turned me on to know that it was obvious to anyone watching that I was really skilled at sucking big black cock and that it definitely wasn't my first time. At that point, though, I don't think my wife was in any state to notice; she was far too focused on getting stuffed by a monster cock.

My girl was moaning and squealing as my Master worked six inches, then eight inches deep inside her, past anything she'd felt before. Then he forced the rest inside her, and any shred of control or restraint she'd had left got obliterated. She was unintentionally putting on a show for everybody in the back room -- moaning, screaming, and grunting as she got bounced on a 10-inch black cock, up in the air where everybody could see, on display, the little 120-lbs. white girl getting deep fucked by a black man we'd "just met."

Master told my girl to play with her clit and cum for him while he slammed her up and down on his cock. She didn't really look over at me most of the time -- just glances, but that was probably enough. She must have seen me sucking, stroking, and drooling all over a "stranger's" black cock. Her husband, whom she'd assumed had no homosexual tendencies at all, was giving a very good blowjob to a huge black cock. In fact, he was doing it far better than she'd done for the man who was currently fucking the daylights out of her.

I sucked my guy's cock for quite a while, knowing from experience that he could hold out from cumming for a long time. I used my hands and mouth to try and make him explode cum for me. After a good fifteen minutes of sucking -- all accompanied by my wife moaning like a bitch without a care for who could see or hear her -- finally my Master put my wife down on the ottoman on her hands and knees and shoved his cock into her pussy from behind. He positioned her so she would be facing me the whole time, and that was when she really noticed just how enthusiastically I was sucking on that huge black cock.

Right as she was saying something like "oh my God, [my name], you're really good at that!" my guy grabbed my head and face fucked me while she watched, using me like a fuck toy, blowing her mind at the exact same time a gigantic black cock was impaling her from behind. I would later learn that she also noticed how I had my hands wrapped around his naked ass cheeks, helping him face fuck me as I choked and drooled but never resisted. After a few minutes of that, my guy pulled out, pushed me to my hands and knees, too, spit on my asshole, and shoved his giant, throbbing, drool-coated cock into my asshole.