The Carnival Queen

To be fair, I didn't want to go at all. The thought of following my bitch wife and her entourage of fawning, panting male admirers to the carnival in the next town hardly inspired me, but I thought it best to go if just to keep an eye on Carla if for no other reason.

At that time, Carla and I had been married for about five years. It was good at first, but I quickly came to the inevitable conclusion that my wife could not keep her eyes or hands of other men - especially black men. She's a good looking woman: long, curly brown hair that falls over her shoulders and a nice figure. She wears too much make-up that leaves her looking a bit trashy, but she certainly seems to attract men wherever she goes. She seemed to have no concern if I found out about her adulterous behaviour or not - she would take little or no precautions to ensure her privacy - and on several occasions I had discovered her sucking and fucking with a complete stranger in our front room or den. When I first caught her I was livid; threatening divorce, violence and all sorts of other equally stupid actions. But as the time went on and I became more used to discovering her, panties down, bent over the back of the couch and with a large, black cock being rammed up her pussy, my feelings of anger and humiliation quickly dissolved - it became obvious that she wasn't about to change her lifestyle for anyone!

And so arrived the weekend of the carnival. We had booked a hotel in the neighbouring town where the parade was to be held and Carla was excited even before we had left our house - no doubt she was already planning where she could pick up the first available man! We got to the hotel and checked in by mid afternoon. The parade wasn't due to start for at least another two hours but the main street was already alive with a throng of happy, drunken revellers. Carla was impatient, she wanted to get changed and get out into the street where the "action" was as soon as she could. As soon as we were in the room she made a bee-line for the shower. I sat on the bed and switched on the TV, watching some inane game show whilst I waited patiently. She was quick and within a few short minutes she reappeared into the bedroom naked and was rummaging through her suitcase. I looked at her and once again realised why I would never leave her. Apart from the fact that I loved her completely, the trashy demeanour that she had cultivated so cleverly worked as well on me as it did on her lovers. Dripping wet, her body looked fantastic; small rivulets of water trickled down over her near perfect breasts and hung tantalisingly from the rosy buds of her nipples. She caught me looking at her.

"Not yet, my sweet," she smiled at me and cupped her breasts, "but you may get some of this later though! If you're a good boy!"

I smiled back wanly and watched her dress. I knew what I had to endure to eventually experience and taste her delights.

Although it was warm and humid outside, I was still a little shocked at Carla's choice of clothes. She always liked to dress a little slutty when she was out looking for a man, but this time she had surpassed herself. A small red vest was the only thing that covered her breasts and the short skirt in black leather also did little to hide her panties. Red hold-up stockings and slip on sandals completed the outfit.

"Are you really going to wear those clothes out?" I asked incredulously.

"Sure! Do I look nice and tarty?"

I nodded. I had to admit that she had most certainly achieved the look she was going for.

"I'll be back soon" she said as she headed for the door, "then we can watch the parade!"

I'd though it was likely she would leave me behind while she went out prowling for a few hours - she'd been getting so excited in the car on the way over and I knew that there was only one thing that would satisfy her lust. I felt disappointed, but then a quick thought entered my head - why should I stay here and wait? Wouldn't it be more fun to follow her and see what she got up to? I had to act quickly. If I were to avoid losing her in the crowd I'd have to leave now. The decision made, I grabbed my camera and closed the door behind me.

Once in the crowded street I craned my neck this way and that trying to get a glimpse of my wife. As I looked north along the main street I could just about make out the familiar top of her head. I began to follow quickly ensuring to keep at least fifty yards between the two of us in case she stopped or turned around. As I made my way through the throng of partying revellers, I was amused to see that Carla was not the only person dressed in a fairly outrageous fashion. Men and women alike sported costumes from the sexy to the absolutely ludicrous. I passed one woman that wore only a pair of sheer panties and a peep-hole bra that showed off her large, stiff nipples. She laughed drunkenly as men - presumably complete strangers - stopped to grope and fondle the large, firm orbs. It was difficult not to get distracted, but I managed to tear my eyes away after clicking off a couple of quick photographs and continued to follow Carla.

After a couple of minutes I saw my wife stop and begin chatting to a couple of well built coloured men. Neither of them were dressed in a costume and I assumed that they were part of the massive organisational staff that had been hired for the carnival. I watched from a short distance, making sure that I was unable to be seen by them as the trio chatted and laughed. It seemed obvious from the smiles on the two men's faces that Carla had lost no time in telling them exactly what she wanted! I wondered briefly if she would want to take them back to our hotel or if they would just find the closest room they could, but as the three ducked into an alley flanked by closed shops and offices on both sides, I realised that their (or more likely her) passion was not about to be kept waiting a moment longer - My wife was going to allow these two coloured men to ravage her body in a doorway!

As they disappeared into the alley I tried to follow as quickly as I could. But there were more and more people on the street now. Bare breasted girls sat atop their boyfriend's shoulders and sang drunkenly; couples laughed and pointed at wildly dressed students as they cavorted down the street and older men (such as myself) ogled the bare flesh on any passing female. Suddenly I was grabbed and my face crushed to that of a large, lycra clad woman. Her breath smelled and tasted of stale beer as her lips locked onto mine in a passionate kiss and I could feel her bikini clad breasts being crushed against my own rather small chest. When I was eventually let up for air I expected her to say something, some sort of explanation, but she simply laughed loudly above my head, not even looking at me and immediately moved on to the next waiting male. I felt used and a little dirty by the virtual assault, and what made it worse was that I had lost sight of Carla and her two boys.

Pushing past other people going in the opposite direction I eventually made it to the corner where the alley branched off the main street. It was a little quieter here and I could just make out the sound of Carla's hushed groans coming from a doorway about half way down. Silently I crept along the otherwise deserted passage and finally found a dumpster to hide behind.

Carla had not wasted any time - neither had her two new lovers. As I looked over I could plainly see that she had already discarded her black, leather skirt and was standing alongside the shorter of the two coloured men who was trying to slide his hand inside her panties.

I clicked off a couple of quick photo's content in the knowledge that, once developed, they would provide me with hours of solo, masturbatory pleasure. My wife and the two black guys were now getting well into things. I could see the look of lust on Carla's face as the shorter man, now with his hand firmly inside her panties, began to slide his long index finger roughly in and out of her wet snatch. The taller man moved forward, obviously not wanting to be left out of the fun and began to massage Carla's titties through the thin fabric of her vest. She leaned back and groaned her hungry lips eagerly searching out the lips of first one and then her other lover as they all kissed with a fierce passion. As their fondling and groping became more urgent I could hear Carla moaning loudly, her cries of passion as she was brought closer and closer to orgasm echoing around the doorway and out into the fading light of the alley. I brought the camera's viewfinder up to my eye and zoomed in on her face just as she began to cum. With her eyes screwed tight shut and her head leaned back onto the bare chest of her taller lover, she looked the picture of the lusty slut! I watched and took more pictures as the two men continued to grope her tits and finger her cunt until it was obvious that she could take little more.

But the men were obviously by no means finished with their slut. Both zippers seemed to drop together and I was treated to the sight of the two largest, blackest cocks I had ever seen. Both men were enormous! Presented with her favourite toys, Carla seemed to suddenly awaken and get her second wind. Her hands greedily cupped each of her lovers hanging balls and then quickly began to massage their shafts as they began to swell and expand to huge, full erections.

Adjusting my pants briefly as I took another picture, I realised that the two black men were not the only ones to become excited - I had a hard-on that was pressing urgently against my underwear. I hesitated for a moment and then almost laughed out loud; here was my wife, half naked and openly masturbating two large coloured men in the street. Taking my cock out and giving myself a good squeeze seemed the obvious thing to do.

Being quiet didn't seem to matter anymore now; the noise from the main street was almost deafening and I assumed the parade had started. My zipper down and my belt undone, I let my pants and shorts drop to the floor while keeping the camera steady with my other hand. I grasped myself as I watched Carla continue to masturbate her smiling lovers and I tried to imitate her hand movements on my own, solid tool. The feelings as the light breeze played over my cock and balls was simply wonderful and I had to stop every now and then to avoid splashing my seed onto the concrete floor of the alleyway.

Continuing to watch my wife's debauchery, I could now see that she was being gently forced down onto her knees in front of the taller of her lovers. Her red vest had now been discarded along with her soaked panties and lay strewn on the ground with her skirt. I smiled to myself. I knew this to be her favourite position. She would need very little coaxing, there's nothing she likes more than a mouthful of big, hard cock! The taller man laughed at something I couldn't hear and as Carla sank to her knees amongst the dirt and trash in the alley, he held his long, turgid penis out for her adulation. And idolise it she did. Her fingers crept out towards the thick black snake and stroked lovingly along the underside. Her lover groaned loudly and I'm sure I saw his tool grow yet another inch. Her mouth opened in a display of wanton lust as she bent her head and approached the monster.

And then, suddenly she was on him. He greedy mouth devouring as many inches of his cock-head and shiny black shaft as she could fit in. She gurgled and gagged as her lover bunched her curly hair into his fists and tried to force himself into her throat. It were as if she was a willing victim of an oral rape, if there could be such a thing, and her eyes began to water as her throat eventually relaxed enough for the head of his cock to squeeze itself into the tight confines of her windpipe. I have watched Carla give head on many occasions, and sometimes been the lucky recipient of her oral talents myself, but this was the biggest job I had ever seen her take on. I watched with a smile on my face as the big black face-fucked her with ever increasing strokes, although I loved her dearly and she was indeed the centre of my world, as I saw her struggle with the massive meat, I couldn't help just a little gloat over the times she had humiliated me in front of her past lovers.

While Carla's throat was being used in such a brutal manner, the shorter of the men stood by idly playing with his tool and keeping the large appendage stiff and ready. He was verbally urging his friend on with comments such as "Fuck the bitch's face, man"; "stick it down her throat" and "make the slut swallow all you got!" This sort of verbal stimulation seemed to have the desired effect, not only on the taller man but also on my wife as well. Carla gurgled again deep in her throat and looked up into the eyes of her oral lover. She could see he was about to cum and didn't want to miss a drop. With a lunge and a deep guttural cry the big man unloaded his balls. I trained the camera and again zoomed in, snapping first the expression on his face and then the action lower down as his cum began to bulge in Carla's throat. She tried to swallow as fast as she could but suddenly gagged and spluttered, the big, twitching cock slipping out of her mouth and gushing it's hot, sexual contents onto her face and breasts.

Once his friend had moved away from Carla, his big dick wilting and dripping cum and saliva, the shorter lover seemed unwilling to wait any longer for his turn to use my wife's exhausted looking body. By this time I was jerking my own meat hard and fast as I strained to keep the camera steady, and knew full well that I was likely to cum very soon. The shorter guy suddenly stooped and put his arms around Carla helping her to her feet. Naked but for the red stockings, she looked tired but still very horny and she reached up to kiss her lover. As their tongues entwined, the strong man reached down and grasped her thighs pulling them wider and wider apart. I saw my wife's juicy pussy glisten wetly in the half light and held my breath. I tugged once more on my cock and felt my balls twitch. I knew I was cumming and had to bite my tongue to stop from crying out as I shot my load against the side of the dirty, yellow dumpster.

My eyes opened and returned to the scene of lust as soon as I could get my breath back. Carla's lover had now got a hold of her thighs and was bodily lifting her up into the air. Her arm went around him and lightly stroked the bulging muscles in his arms as they swelled to support her weight. Up and up he lifted her until her butt was well clear of his throbbing tool. Then, slowly he lowered her. Carla seemed to know exactly what to do and as her body slowly fell she reached down and grasped the hard meat of his tool, guiding it into her wet cunt.

"Ahhhh God! Fuck me you big stud!...fuck me!...fuck me!...fuck me!" Carla was screaming out her excitement, seemingly unconcerned that anyone should hear or see her.

Her lover seemed only to happy to oblige and held her in mid air, legs akimbo as he rammed his throbbing cock into her pussy over and over again.

"Mmmm this white bitch got a nice wet cunt, man!" he grunted to his friend as he continued to ram himself into Carla's body. "Gonna cum soon...soon...real soon, my li'l slut!"

"I want to taste you as well." cried Carla through another shattering orgasm. "Let me taste you..please?"

As if on cue, Carla's lover almost dropped her to the floor. She slithered down his sweat dampened body and collapsed in a heap amongst her clothes. The black man stood above her, his eyes screwed tight shut as he worked his pussy-juice stained cock slowly between his long fingers.

"Sit up bitch and open your mouth. Be a good little whore so I can unload my cum into your mouth!"

Carla obeyed instantly and sat up with her back straight and her cum stained tits standing out in front of her. I noticed that her nipples were still hard and marvelled at her ability to stay horny for so long. Her mouth hung open in a display of wanton lust as her lover stood over her frantically jerking himself towards his climax. Suddenly, with a cry of satisfaction, he unleashed a huge torrent of semen. I watched as the sticky, white fluid arced through the air and splashed obscenely onto my wife's face. Again she tried to swallow, but the love juice just kept on coming and coming as her lover fisted his foreskin up and down his greasy shaft.

This time Carla collapsed completely, almost fainting it seemed to me. I waited for a few minutes just to ensure that she was actually going to regain consciousness and the two men hadn't fucked her to death! Slowly but surely she came round, a huge smile on her cum stained face. A sudden panic overcame me: the alley was a dead end. The only way the men and Carla could get out was the way they had come in - past me! I waited until they had begun rearranging their clothes and, tucking my wilted member back into my shorts and quickly pulling up my pants, I sneaked back out into the main street.

The parade was almost upon me as I re-emerged a little breathless, into the throng of partying people. Their mood hadn't changed - apart from most revellers becoming a little more drunk! I saw the large woman who had kissed me earlier. Her breasts were even bigger than I recalled and I half thought about approaching her. But then I heard voices from behind me. I knew it was Carla and her new friends and, still not wanting to be discovered, quickly made my way back to the hotel.

Once sat again on the big double bed, it was only a few minutes before I heard Carla's key in the door.

"Hello, Frank. My, you look a little out of breath. I hope you haven't been doing anything that I would disapprove of!"

She smiled at me. There was a strange look on her face. Did she know something that I didn't? Or did she just think she did?