WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone.
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As I arrived at the door to my house, I rubbed against the outside of my dress pants. I moaned a bit, as I fondled my own sloppy gape. Trying my best to contain myself, I opened the door and greeted my wife.
"Hey, sweetheart." I happily smiled at my wife, Becca, as any normal couple would do. She was wearing an apron and a nice low cut top. Her massive tits were practically spilling out of the top of her shirt. I remember being obsessed with her monstrous tits...back when I used to be turned on by women. Buying a bra was the hardest part; Turns out her tits are NNN size. They hung down to about her bellybutton, but were still firm and plump enough to bulge out about a foot from her body.
"Simon, I'm so glad you're home." Becca ran over towards me. Her tits were flopping around like crazy; I was surprised she didn't slap herself with one of them. She gave me a great big hug, her tits almost reaching around my entire body. "Supper is almost done!" She skipped off into the kitchen, as I felt my ass start to hunger.
"I'm...ugh...just gonna go wash up before we eat." I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. I quickly undid my pants and threw them off. With one hand I rubbed at my loose wet butthole, and with the other I looked for something to shove inside me. I glanced over at the trash can...it was an odd shaped one; narrow at the bottom and wider at the top. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I grabbed the trash can and flipped it upside down. The way it was tapered almost made it look like a traffic cone. I squatted above the huge black cone and pushed my ass down. The narrow tip entered inside me without even touching my ass at all. The tip of the trash can simply hovered in the middle of my wide gape as I pushed down even further.
Finally, I felt myself make contact with the cone. My ass was so widely opened that I had to insert about half of the entire cone before I even felt it touch my insides. I jumped up and down like a happy school girl, pushing more of it into my ass each time I landed on it. Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. Knowing Becca would go and answer it, I continued to hop around on the trash can. Finally, after about 10 minutes, I collapsed onto the floor and panted with exhaustion. Even though I had not satiated my anal hunger, I threw my clothes back on and ran downstairs. I stopped dead in my tracks as I stared at the kitchen table with pure shock.
"Honey, look who it is! You didn't tell me your boss was coming over for dinner." Right beside my wife sat Javon. He had a maniacal smile on his face as he looked over and stared at Becca's bulbous tits.
"Simon, you never told me that you had such a beautiful wife." She smiled at him, blushing a little bit. I sat down at the table and tried not to look at either of them. A buzzer went off in the kitchen and Becca jumped up.
"Oh...that's right! I forget to take out the mashed potatoes. Excuse me for a second, guys." She ran off into the kitchen as I quietly began to talk to Javon.
'What are you doing here? I...I already pleasured you today." I quickly realized the mistake I had made by talking to him like that. He rose from his chair and slapped me across the face.
"Watch your mouth, faggot. You'll pleasure me as many times as I command you to, you stupid fucking slave." He sternly said, quietly enough that my wife didn't hear it. "I'm here to finally take everything from you." I looked at him with confusion. "I've taken your ass, your dignity, and even your freedom...and now I'm gonna take your wife." I looked up at him, standing there looking like a Greek god.
"Please...please don't take her. She's so sweet and good to me. I promise that I don't have sex with her. I haven't touched her in years...I just like being around her, that's all!" I quietly pleaded, hoping Becca wouldn't hear me from the kitchen. Everything I said was true; I haven't been turned on by women for years now. But just because I love shoving huge black dicks in my ass, doesn't mean that I don't like spending time with my wife.
"She makes you happy?! I don't give a shit about your happiness! You're my PROPERTY! Don't you understand that? Your entire existence is dedicated to making ME happy!" He reached down and slowly undid the zipper of his pants. I could see the seams of his jeans straining against his throbbing bulge. "You're my slave, faggot. You'll do whatever I want, whenever I want...and soon...so will your wife!" He reached into his pants and threw out his soft coiled up meat stick. I watched his dick unravel on the table and finally slap down against my plate. I had never realized just how big his 16 inches of black meat was. Standing across the table, his flaccid dick reached the entire width of the table and rested on the dinner plate in front of me. My wife walked through the doorway holding a bowl of mashed potatoes.
"Sorry about that, boys, I had forgotten about..." She dropped the bowl, shattering it against the tile floor. She stared silently at the long black snake that stretched across the whole table.
"I guess you've never seen a nigga dick, huh bitch?" Becca didn't even realize that he had called her a 'bitch'. She simply continued to stare and stand still. "Come on, bitch. Come and get a good look at it." Javon said, while motioning her to come to him. My wife slowly walked over to him. When she got close enough, he put his arm around her waist and started rubbing his huge black hand against her plump ass cheeks. "You see...your husband has been slaving after this nigga dick day and night for years now." Becca finally took her eyes off his monster cock and looked over at me with disgust.
"Is that true, Simon? Have you been cheating on me with this man?" I could almost see the tears swelling up in her eyes.
"Well...I..." Before I could say another word, Javon chimed in.
