NOTE: This is the continuing story of Susan, a white housewife, 45 years old, seemingly addicted now to Black cock. She's serving not only the farm labourers, but now many others who she's introduced to by the Blacks she's already fucking. She's the go-to fuck for a growing network of Black men who trip over themselves to slide their massive cocks into her. It's a story. An interracial sex story. If you like it, let me know. If now, sorry I wasted your time.
*****
I got up a few hours later, showered, had a quick coffee and breakfast and went to work. Susan was still sleeping and I wasn't going to wake her up after the day and night she'd had.
Even if there was only a few weeks left in the offshore labour program, at least this edition of it, there were now 10 guys and all of them wanted to fuck my wife. Richard, Alan, and two others had arrived at the beginning of the week and two of them were scheduled to move in to our house until more space could be found for them. William decided Richard and Alan would share the house with Susan and me. They'd camped out on cots at the farm house until now but would be moving into our place on Friday.
We had a spare bedroom upstairs, the bed in the sunroom, and an office upstairs in another bedroom. But William was deciding how things were to go and had assigned Alan to sleep with Susan, Richard in the spare bedroom, and me in the sunroom. Susan would be fucked by a different guy every evening, but Alan would go to bed with her in the end for whatever fun he wanted with her. Alan didn't argue, and neither did my wife. I was left out completely and went for a long stretch without cunt.
Thursday was Jonah, Friday Jean Luc arrived at 6 p.m., Alan showed up later and spent his first night with her (besides nights they fucked in the city).
And that's how it went for the next two weeks. Derek was in there somewhere. They took her out places, exposed her, gave her away a few times to Dwayne. She was always horny, ready for cock, almost begging for it. I don't think she'd worn panties or bra in months.
She ate healthily, took vitamins, electrolytes. The new vitamins or herbal supplements William had given her seemed to be doing her all kinds of good. She didn't have an ounce of fat on her and her muscles were more toned than I'd ever seen them.
Then one day Remington Chalmers showed up. But Dave showed up too. He stayed at a little bed and breakfast not far away, and let his presence be known only to me. I met him in town the day Chalmers was to show up and we had a talk.
Alan had already moved his stuff out of the 'fuckroom' and I was in a little motel on the other side of town. Susan was well fucked when I left her that morning, Alan and I both taking turns with her knowing full well that was it for a long time. She just lay there when I left, a gaping fuck hole open, swollen.
Dave had emailed me a few times in the past few days and said he had a plan for the big Jamaican β but it might take a few days to work and we might hold off until we saw how he was with Susan. I think Dave loved the idea of Chalmers owning my wife for a week.
Susan didn't know anything about Dave arriving, and truth be told, she didn't even seem worried about Chalmers arrival that evening. If anything, I sensed a suppressed excitement and anticipation in her in the couple of days leading up to the big Jamaican bull sharing her bed and using her cunt for seven nights. I knew he'd already fucked her hard and deep a couple of times, and while she talked about him as a person in negative terms, she never downplayed the fucking, and even alluded to it as being well above par. She got a look on her face when she talked about it.
She certainly wasn't worried.
That day I met Dave at a restaurant, things changed in a hurry. William and the boys were put on a bus to the city, ostensibly to figure out the visa woes. In reality, they went to the consulate, got back on the bus, and were taken directly to the airport and shipped off back to Jamaica. Richard, Alan and crew moved into the farm house where they packed up all the belongings of William and crew and the farmer sent the stuff to the airport to go out on a later flight.
Chalmers arrived for supper. And while Susan had made something very Canadian - pot roast and vegetables β for supper, Remington's real meal was my wife's cunt. She texted a couple of times when Remington wasn't in the room, and a few after he fell asleep.
'Shit," she texted at about 9 p.m.. "He just doesn't stop."
"2X in me," she text at 9:30 p.m. "dont think done yet."
Later she told me they had supper, drinks, and then on the couch he had her clothes off and she did some cock sucking. They moved on to the bedroom, and he used every one of her holes in just about every way.
"And I came," she said. "Over, and over, and over again. It was like I was being gangbanged but just by one cock."
And Chalmers had his own video camera, mounting it on a tripod while they fucked, always making sure his face wasn't in the frame, but Susan's was. And he used it hand-held to take video of his cum on and in my wife, fucking her from behind, riding him, and when he made her do things like grovel, beg, crawl on her hands and knees, or when she sucked him.
And there's seven nights of it.
When I emailed him originally about Chalmers, Dave had been in Jamaica working with the ministry that looks after the farm labour program and many other things. He was a program developer and had done some early work on the project and knew many involved in both countries. He'd moved on to other projects mutually beneficial to both countries but retained some old contacts. In fact, Dave was behind the program coming to our area.
"Your old pal Remy is well known, apparently," Dave said over lunch. "He's a predator according to my sources and ruthless. He wants something, he gets it. Everybody under him is scared shitless and everyone above him thinks he a dangerous and they try to keep him away from any real power. They shipped him here to get rid of him."
It was good to see Dave. Things looked like they were spinning out of control with Susan and all those Black cocks. Dave knew her better than almost anyone else and had certainly shot more loads of cum into her than almost everybody else combined.
"She's certainly taken to it," Dave said. "I guess we always knew she might go that way. In fact I think everything led to it and we always knew it would. She was born to do it - fuck. Was she born to fuck Black cock? Maybe."
He'd watched all the video from Dropbox and was suitably impressed that the woman he had trained and manipulated in so many ways over the years was the subject of not one, but two different attempts to subvert her into a Black-owned fuck toy. And if that wasn't enough, a guy who owns a bar in a nearby town is the backup plan if all else fails.
"From what I hear of Remington Chalmers, he'll have Susan in Jamaica and she'll go there willingly," Dave said. "Eagerly, even."
That was exactly what Remington himself had told her.
"I'm doing some more digging," Dave said. "But I have a way to shut him down if need be."
"If need be?" I asked.
Dave said this might not go anywhere. He may just spend the week and leave. But if he followed through with his promise he'd made to Susan in the city, Dave was ready.
I asked about his plan. He laughed and said something like deniable plausibility. Or was it plausible deniability?
"So what are we going to do right now, like this week?" I asked. "He's already in town, soon he'll be in my house, and in a couple hours he'll be in my wife."
His cock inside Susan is an amazing sight. It's a cuckold's dream and every other man's nightmare.
"Nothing we can do until tomorrow," Dave said. "Talk to Susan once Chalmers leaves in the morning. Get a sense of things."
"I'm pretty sure she's been looking forward to Chalmers arrival," I told Dave. "She gets that look when his name comes up. And you saw the video of him fucking her. Does she look like she's having a lousy time?"