Friday at work was as usual for me -- begin the day by wearing my lingerie and end it like I did the last -- shooting my load and drinking it before taking off my lingerie and going home.
This was our sex weekend, it was a week earlier than usual as we had moved it up due to the following weekend being a yoga retreat for Emma. She seemed to be having a lot of those lately. At least she came back seeming fulfilled.
I should have been super excited. But I wasn't. I did not feel the same excitement as before. Was it because the last sex weekend was the beginning all of this? I certainly was thinking about that. All day long. All day long I tried to bury myself in work.
My mind kept going back to it though. Did I have to look at kinky websites? Did I have to look at those kinky websites? Had I just been looking at normal porn, Emma would have forgiven me.
Yes she would have.
But 'deviant' porn, no way. I had to stumble on a website where men were dominated by their women -- feminized and fucked. I had to delve into those sites -- pictures, videos and stories.
I was so excited for my sex evening with my wife. I was so starved for sex. I could not help myself. Had I not left on the video chat...
Naughty would not have caught me.
Her videos of me got more and more explicit, the blackmail worse and worse. I got myself further and further into her servitude.
I began by wearing hot lacy lingerie and masturbating in it. I wound up kneeling before a black man, worshipping his cock with my mouth and hands. Making him cum. And swallowing all of his seed.
And then Denise got involved. My hot young secretary Denise. She had stumbled upon me servicing Mike by accident. Instead of leaving she sat down and watched me take his load. Soon I was eating her pussy and now she had even had Mike's large cock cum inside her.
I have a wife. Denise has a boyfriend. We both have taken Mike's cock and his seed.
Where was all this going? What did Naughty want? When would Naughty end this? How much more video evidence did he/she want?
Why was Naughty doing this?
I had to shake those thoughts. I had to enjoy my evening. Emma had to enjoy the evening.
As it turned out, our dinner was very good. We held a decent conversation as always. I love my wife. We ate. We drank some wine. We laughed together. It was good.
When we got home our sex was the same as usual. We began with some foreplay -- kissing leading to fondling. I then unbuttoned my wife's shirt and played with her nipples through her bra. As we kissed more and deeply, I undid her bra -- giving me better access to her nipples.
Emma had wonderful tits, soft and milky. Her areoles were large and her nipples got very hard when I played with them. I loved tasting them. I loved their feel in my mouth.
As I did this she unbuttoned my pants and fondled my penis. This always excited me, especially since it was usually one month between foundlings. She got me hard while I had moved to fingering her pussy and getting her wet. Then she spread her legs and we began to fuck in the missionary position.
When I began stroking my penis into her vagina, my thoughts drifted back to Mike fucking Denise. Hot little Denise. Seeing her with her hot lingerie on. I suddenly felt my lingerie. Or remembered feeling it on me. My penis grew harder.
I tried to think of Denise instead. Seeing her fuck him. Seeing her impale herself on his big black cock. I thought of that cock. Big veiny black cock. With big hairy balls. I could not get it out of my mind. I felt harder still.
I was now pistoning my cock in and out of my wife's cunt. Her body was heaving back in response. Her tits bounced as I banged her.
I could taste him in my mouth. His seed. I still had his cock in my mind. His big black cock. I could taste his seed on my tongue. I salivated at that thought. That made me shudder.
Normally I would cum inside her after about 15 minutes of lovemaking. Sometimes she would cum, others not. We would cuddle and then go to sleep. This time I only lasted 5 minutes. Tops.
It had to be like that. I was so ready to fuck an actual pussy, like a man. Like a man does. All the sexual activity of the week had heated me up, its true. I was at a higher level of excitation than usual. But I was a man and fucking my wife made me feel great. It made me cum. Was that it? Was I lying to myself?
Or was I so excited from thinking of my lingerie? Lingerie always excited me. I had two sets, one pink and one white. My bras fit me snugly. As if I was meant to wear them. My garter belts looked so dainty, so hot. I was always turned on by garter belts. My panties were a definite turn on, I hated to admit. And I did like the sheer feel of my stockings on my legs, especially when caressing my legs through them. My legs felt bare without them. Thinking of this gave me mixed feelings.
Or was I excited by thinking of submitting to Mike's cock. That thought scared me the most. Was I excited by thinking of his big black cock in my hands and in my mouth? Of swirling my tongue around his cockhead? Of licking the sides of his cock? Of having his hairy balls in my mouth? Of making him cum? Shooting his seed into my mouth? Of swallowing his always big loads?
No it couldn't be. But the last thought I had before I shot my load was of eating a creampie. Of eating his cum mixed with Denise's juices. Another man's cum. Another woman's juices. That had pushed me over the top. I felt embarrassed. I felt --
My wife commented that I filled her more than usual. That I felt harder than I normally did. She paused and then added that even though she did not climax, she was happy and then kissed me a lot.
Monday arrived and so did I at work. Denise had seemed happy but quiet on Friday. Today she was obviously expectantly anxious. On Thursday she had given herself, no made love to, Mike's massive black cock. She obviously loved it. Today he said he was coming back.
Mid morning my door opened and Denise came in. "I brought some files you will need later," she opened with. We had lots of work to do but Denise found time to strike up a conversation. She cocked her head and paused.
As I looked up, she smiled mischievously. "Thanks for sharing your man with me. He is a great lover."
My man. Yes my man and my lover. I shuddered a bit.
I had to reply.
"Yes, it was hot," I found myself saying.
"Mike sure has a wonderful cock, don't you think?"
"Yes, he sure does."
"It's so big, so manly. I love how it felt inside me. It made me feel so full. I have never felt that full. Ever." She paused and looked at me. Her grin widened.
"I love my boyfriend, but that cock is something special." She paused, then asked "Has he fucked you yet?"
My heart fluttered. Has he fucked me. Thats what men do, they fuck their lovers. He is a man, a real man with a serious cock. He saves all of his seed for me. He is going to fuck me, isn't he? My stomach turned over.
"No, I have only given him blowjobs," I said weakly.
"You have to have his cock in you," Denise said emphatically. "You will feel so good. You will feel so full."
His cock. In me. In my ass. Me bent over, dressed in lacy lingerie with a large black man stuffing his big black cock in my ass. That will make me feel good?
She looked at me, sensing my lack of enthusiasm, then continued. "Most men do not have a cock as nice as his. You are lucky that he is your man and that he saves his cock for you."
Lucky. That statement made me feel a bit weird. Lucky that I have a man for a lover. Lucky that I get to worship his cock. Lucky that he might, no likely will, want to fuck me in the ass.
She kept up with her trying-to-convince-me tone. "I can tell that you love his cock. You eagerly lick and suck it. You need to show him how much you really love his cock. You need to give yourself to him completely. You need to give your ass to him. You need to fully submit to his cock."
"Trust me, you will love it. My boyfriend has taken my ass a lot. He says it is more tight than my pussy. I have often climaxed after he fucks my ass for a long time. You will climax, and it will be powerful. That big cock will stimulate your prostate. You will have an awesome orgasm."
The image of what she was suggesting played out in my mind. I would be on my knees, dressed only in pink lingerie. Legs spread a bit. A large muscular black man would be behind me. His big black cock would be going in and out of my ass. His large balls would be slapping into my smaller balls. My cock began to stir. My stomach turned over.
I would be completely his.
He would keep fucking me until he came inside of me. Like a woman. Like the woman he and Naughty were making me be.
I might even climax on his cock. Like a woman.
My cock stirred a bit more. That made me feel humiliated. Another man's cock should not turn me on. Ever.
I had to keep appearances up. I smiled a bit, but what could I say.
"Just make sure you lube him up enough. He is so big. I wish my boyfriend would let me fuck his ass. He feels too manly to allow that. Its nice that you are in touch with your feminine side. You get the best of both worlds that way," Denise added.
She looked at the watch that clung to her left wrist. "Oh, we have got to hurry, it is getting late. Mike will be here soon." She grabbed some files and left my office.
I tried to make work happen, but I could not get that image out of my head. Mike taking me. That large black man fucking my ass. Maybe, making me cum with his cock. All caught on tape by Naughty.
At 11:59 , as expected, I received an email to log into the video chat, and turn the camera to the couch. Just after that, Mike appeared in the doorway.
