I gave a final, sloppy wet lick to Jeanette's pussy. It hung down before me, her lips puckered and engorged from fifteen minutes of my tongue's eager attention. A pinky-sized gape revealed the rich moistness glistening inside. Most of that was from my saliva but it also blended with her juices forming a natural lubricant.
Her pussy was ready. My pussy. The one I'd married nearly four years ago.
The one that was about to be fucked by the noisy men anxiously waiting in our adjacent living room. Fucked senseless. And so much more.
My wife was on all fours. Her slender ass hung over the foot of our bed. At five foot two, Jeanette was the perfect height for doggie-style fucks like this, though she personally didn't much care for the position. She found demeaning anything but good 'ole missionary, but she endured them all purely because I wanted her to. She did a lot just for me like that. Just like a good wife should.
I kissed her dangling inner lips again and stood back to admire the lusciousness of my wife's pussy. In the few years since we'd dated and then wed, it had changed. Thanks to heavy use, it gaped open quite often these days. It also packed incredible muscle tone to its very depths, also thanks to that same, hard use. None of that had been true when we'd first met. Considering the well-used state of her pussy now, it was hard to believe that I had popped her cherry about five years ago.
I moved to the side of the bed and opened the latch of the ball gag, getting it ready. Multiple teeth marks criss-crossed the red ball--hers--again thanks to recent heavy use. Six months ago, Darryl, Jeanette's black lover, insisted I start gagging her for the multiple fuck sessions he and his friends subjected her to. She hated the thing from the first day but endured every orgy with it lodged between her teeth because I insisted. I don't think she realized how lovely she truly was gagged like that while suffering a merciless barrage of black dick. Everything Darryl did made her so much more beautiful.
Everything.
She glanced at the vile gag clutched in my hand. "Do you remember the night before Darryl first fucked me?"
"Of course I do," I said.
"Do you remember what I asked you?"
"It was a big change for us. You asked if I was ready for it."
"Wrong. I asked if it was really, truly what you wanted. Remember? Since, once it happened, there was no turning back."
"I remember I said yes."
"Two months ago I asked you the same question before I stopped taking birth control."
"I said yes again."
"I know you did," she said, her words slowed and spaced out. "Back then you said it's what you wanted--"
"And I haven't changed my mind since. In fact, it's been agony waiting out the last two months. So frustrating. I went from watching you get fucked multiple times a week to zip."
The men next door shouted and barked at each other. They had been cut-off too while we all waited for Jeanette's reproductive system to purge the last traces of birth control medication, restoring her fully fertile, natural state. It was Darryl's idea. He forbade all sex--at least for Jeanette, that is--in order to build supreme anticipation for the moment to come.
It sure as hell worked. At least for me, that is. I thought this fucking night would never get here.
"Sam...." Her face clouded. "I'm going to ask you one last time... are you sure you want this? Really sure? Because, after tonight, everything will change. Me. Us. Our lives. The future. I mean... everything."
Again, everything. She was so right about that.
"Yes, it will," I assured her as I threaded the latch for the gag behind her head. "Just like I expect it to." Her lower lip trembled. "Just like I want it to," I said as I leaned over and kissed her mouth before positioning the gag in front of it.
"Sam," she said, desperation flashing in her eyes.
"Now what?"
"I... I know Darryl told you not to, but... I want you to go first. Before you let them in. Please. Do it for me."
I kissed her forehead and shoved the gag into her mouth. A quick cinch on the strap tightened it.
Jeanette's head swiveled to follow me as I strolled around the bed. I stood behind her, once again admiring the unmatched view of a beautiful woman all primed for sexing. I rubbed my half hard-on through my shorts.
Damn, she was a gorgeous girl.
Twenty-five now and still barely one hundred pounds. Golden blonde hair and perky little tits topped by dime-sized areolas capped with two hardened nipple nubs. Though inverted, those cute titties tucked firm against her ribs above her flat tummy. Her hips were slim but there was plenty there to latch onto once you got your cock in full motion plunging in and out of her honey box. And speaking of that irresistible pussy....
My irresistible pussy.
Was I totally fucking nuts?
How could I even consider letting this happen? This perfect creature... my angel, lying so helpless before me... had just begged me to be the one to complete her.
God, she was so damn fuckable. I should be able to do it. Any sensible man would. I'm supposed to be the one to do it. Me. Her husband. Yet... here I was.
As her eyes pleaded with me, I yanked my shorts down. I showed her the truth. It lay bare before her, half limp, unable to perform its duty no matter how much she yearned for it. I flicked it a few times and it actually shrank, recoiling from what had been made off-limits. What belonged to the men waiting next door. What it didn't deserve.
Disappointment registered in her eyes then. Followed by resignation as I pulled up my shorts, walked to our bedroom door and flung it open.
Darryl was the first to come through. "Had me worried, Sam. Worried maybe you were having second thoughts or something."
He was followed by five other blacks, three I'd witnessed fucking my wife in previous orgies. Two were newbies and the first gawked at the sight before him.
"Goddamn. Would you look at that shit?"
"Like what you see, Maurice?" Darryl asked.
"Like? Shit. I'll pay you a hundred dollars if you let me go first."
Darryl just gave him a cheesy grin.
"Two hundred," the other newbie offered.
"First time is all mine, boys," Darryl said. He looked hard at me. "Ain't that right, Sam? You didn't go first. Did you?"
I moved to the armchair across the room, my official observation point for Jeanette's orgies. "You told me not to, so I didn't."
"Good boy," Darryl said as he unzipped his fly and stepped out of his shorts and boxers. He walked around the foot of our bed and gave a long whistle. "Take a good look at this, boys. Stare at it, drool and get yourselves ready because it is white fucking hot."
"And fucking ripe," Maurice chimed in, cracking a half smile at me as he dropped his shorts. The rest of the black studs all followed suit. Black cocks of all sizes and shapes sprung loose, every one of them at the ready and eager to do its duty.
"I have a question for you, Sam." Darryl waited while my eyes looked first at his stiff, pussy-pleasing cock before raising to meet his eyes. There was an inferno raging behind those eyes, one that couldn't be denied. He patted Jeanette's fine ass. "Did my little ripe cunt here ask you to go first?"
My wife shot a panicked look at me. She gave the slightest of head shakes.
"Yes," I confessed. More resignation crept across her face.
"Thought she might," Darryl chuckled.
His hand slid across her ass cheek to her waiting pussy. Her head snapped forward at his touch. "I've gotten to know her really good over the last two years. Intimately, you might say." He extended one, long black finger and parted her lips. "You do realize this woman would have been perfectly content just being your bride. Dedicating herself to you. Making you a cozy home and a nice little family. Never once thinking of any other man. That's all she wanted." Darryl's finger traced the length of her slit. Jeanette quivered in response.
"But all that wasn't good enough. Not nearly enough for you. Was it?"
My cock jerked like a bee had stung it. And the black bastard knew it.
"Go ahead, Sam," Darryl ordered. "Take out your little, white dickie while your wife services a real man. You know you want to."
I did as told.
Maurice snorted. "Now I understand. Shit, Cuckie. No wonder you want to watch her get fucked by real men. I'm surprised she agreed to marry you with that dinky pea-shooter."
Darryl laughed at that. "Go get the paper," he told Maurice.
Darryl slid two fingers deep inside my wife as Maurice left. She moaned through the gag as he twisted them side-to-side. Then he popped them out and wiped them across his bulbous cock head before dragging it a few times along her slit.
"Here we go, bitch," he warned. "Game time."
I can always tell when Darryl first thrusts that bulging head into Jeanette's cunt. She sucks in her gut, arches her back and screams, though lately the gag mutes her protests to muffled wails.
"That's right. Tell everyone what taking a real man feels like," Darryl said. As he slowly stuffed his cock up my wife, her wails reduced to moans, mews and wet snuffles. "Nice job getting her ready, Sam. She's good and wet. And ripe," he added with a dreamy look plastered across his face.
Maurice came back just as Darryl began slow and steady strokes.
"Kind of busy here, Maurice. Take a number," he said, building up a rhythm.
It used to be that my wife's pussy would need a long time accommodating Darryl's girth. Not anymore. What took hours before became minutes and now tens of seconds as she stretched to the point of supreme fullness. Her noises diminished, except for the ragged breaths she blew through her nose.
"Oh, that's good. Real good," Darryl said, easing into his prime fuck strokes. "We've got your pussy well trained, don't we?"
