Wifes Attitude Adjustment

I got off of work as soon as I could. I had to go in for a meeting, but I left early. My wife and I were having a problem with our HVAC unit, and the company was sending some service men to the house at 2. Hopefully, they were running late, as I would be walking in just minutes before 2. I just didn't want my wife to have to deal with strangers alone; she was always so uncomfortable doing so. Plus, she was working from home and had a meeting at 2, so she couldn't be answering any questions from workmen.

As I pulled into my driveway, I saw a truck parked on the street. They were on time for once. After turning my key and entering my living room, I saw no one. I took off my coat, hung it, and walked through my first floor toward the stairs that lead to the basement where the heating and air conditioning unit was situated. I never made it that far.

As I got to the dining room, I saw what would change my life. My wife was lying across my dining room table with a large black man with huge cock pushing into her pussy and a Latino man with his uncut cock teasing past her lips and into her throat.

She later relayed to me how this came to be.

At about 12:45pm, she had just gotten out of the shower. She had an hour to get dressed in a nice work skirt and blouse to impress her superiors at work. She had finished doing her make-up when she heard the doorbell. In only her robe over her undergarments, she ran downstairs.

She opened the door to find two servicemen.

"Hello, ma'am," said the Latino man. "We're answering a service call for your HVAC unit."

"I'm sorry," said my wife in a bit of a snippy tone, "but I thought that you'd be here at 2 or later. I'm not really ready. You'll need to come back."

He responded, "I'm sorry, ma'am, if we leave, we head to another job. You'd have to reschedule."

Being the dead of winter and not having heat, my wife opted to have them stay. She brought them downstairs and showed them the unit. However, they didn't want her to leave them as they had questions about the issues that we were experiencing, last date serviced, age of the unit, etc.

My wife was getting increasingly annoyed. She needed to get ready for her meeting, and these guys were delaying her. Further frustrating her was that they were asking questions that she didn't know the answers to. With each question, her tone grew more sharp, acidic, and almost mean.

She looked at a clock on the wall and saw that it was already 1:30, and she was still in a robe.

"I've gotta go. You need to figure this out, NOW!" she commanded as she walked away. She stomped uo the stairs to the first floor. Before getting dressed, she figured that she better set up her meeting so that people could enter the virtual waiting room while she got dressed.

Then, the power went out. Her computer screen went black.

My wife lives for her job. She thinks about it 16 hours a day. She obsesses about it. She even dreams about it. So for her, this power outage was a dire emergency.

"Ma'am," she heard from the basement, "we snipped a cord and seemingly cut power. We'll have to work on restoring that."

My wife lost it. First, she texted her colleagues that some incompetent workers accidentally cut her power. Then, she decided to go give these workers a piece of her mind.

Without really thinking about the situation, she stormed downstairs. "What the fuck?" she yelled. "Are you guys brand new to this? Can you be that bad at your jobs?"

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped still. Both men had stopped doing any work and were glaring at her. She was seething still.

The Latino man spoke: "Sorry, Miss, but you can't talk to us like that."

"I fucking can, and I will," she replied.

As my wife was letting out a tirade, filled with curses and insults, the Latino man got face-to-face with her and began arguing back. Then, my wife shoved him.

The man was barely impacted by the push, but a line had been crossed. His eyes widened with rage, and he reached out. My wife, proving a step quicker, had already moved for the stairs. Therefore, the man reached only her robe sleeve. As she darted up the stairs, the man was left holding her robe.

Both men saw my wife in her underwear, stomping away.

As my wife reached the kitchen, nearing her cell phone, she felt a firm hand grab her shoulders and hold her in place.

"Don't you to touch me, asshole," she spat out.

The Latino man held my wife still. "You need to calm down, apologize to us, and then we're leaving without fixing shit."

She wriggled free and into the dining room. She found herself facing them with her back against the dining room table. "You two can go fuck yourselves. I'm going to get you fired."

With that the Latino man went to approach her again, but as he neared, she swung at him. He harmlessly caught her arm on its path to his head.

The Latino man glared with anger: "This spoiled princess needs to be taught a lesson. Don't you think, Jim?"

The black man nodded silently.

With that. the man pulled my wife to him with one arm and pulled out a chair with the other. He put her across his lap.

"I'm going to spank you."

My wife in her real life loves rough play. She loves to be tossed around and commanded, but she was too enraged to give in to those urges.

She rolled herself off the man's lap. Now she was on all fours with two strangers who were very angry with her on either side of her.

"Listen, get the fuck out of my house, and we'll forget all about it, " she said confidently.

"Where's our apology?" asked the worker.

"FUCK.....YOU," she said in defiance.

The Latino man stood. With his crouch inches from her face, she made a choice. Some people would have begged for forgiveness, apologized, anything to get them to leave. Not my stubborn wife. She tried to punch the man in the groin.

As she reared back and began her jab, the black man stopped her from behind.

"Oh, shit, Jim, she wants to touch my cock." said the Latino. "I guess we can accommodate that request."

With that, he removed his shirt, revealing a hard, muscled torso. covered with tattoos. Then, he dropped his pants. He wore no underwear, and a thick, uncut cock hung down between his legs.

The man drew closer to my wife.

"Why don't you use that mouth for good instead of hurling insults?" he said smugly.

My wife said that she didn't know what happened to her at that moment. She forgot about the meeting and work. She forgot about the broken heat and electricity. She forgot about time and when I'd be back.

She was still full of rage, livid. But she was also turned on from being handled so roughly. She was like an animal, and only base instincts existed.

She looked back at the black man and pulled her hand free of his grip. She turned to face the naked Latino.

"Ready to apologize, lady?" he asked.

"Never," she reached for his cock. She had never seen an uncut penis before. It looked like an elephant's trunk to her. As she touched it, it began to grow. It got longer and thicker.

When it fully hardened, she began stroking it, pulling back the foreskin and revealing the head. She seemed fascinated by it. She was so mesmerized, that she didn't realize that the black man had removed her bra.

My wife is a small woman. She stands only 5'3" and weighs just over 100 pounds. She has tiny hands, a pert ass, and small tits. She has a little flat belly and long dark brown hair. Any man would be happy to fuck her, and now, these two strangers were getting closer to doing it.

The Latino man said, "Yes, lady, take this cock in your mouth."

"Fuck off," she said half-heartedly.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her forward. She opened her mouth and took the head in. She was on her knees, getting face fucked.

"You insulted me and my friend. You assaulted me twice. You need to make up for that," he said as my wife was sucking. "How can you begin to repay us?"

She pulled off his cock and said, "Maybe you two can figure it out better than you figured out my heat, dumbasses."

The black man picked her up and laid her on the table. He tore off her panties. Then, he got on his knees and began licking her pussy. She was already soaking wet, but he wanted to taste her, so he did.

My wife moaned. The other man approached her head. She leaned her head back over the edge of the table. He reinserted his cock in her mouth and slowly began to pump away.

My wife screamed a muffled yell around the man's rod as she orgasmed from Jim's tonguing. After she stopped quaking, Jim stood. She dropped his pants and pulled an already hard black missile from his underwear.

My wife wasn't inexperienced sexually. But she had never had a threesome, never had a one-night stand, never had been with a person of color, and had seen, let alone touched, any cocks of this size. Now, she was going to check all of those boxes at once.

Jim began slowly, rubbing his huge erection up and down her leaking slit. Even though she had just cum, she was already beginning to feel another orgasm bubbling up as the black tool pistoned back and forth over her clit.

As she reached the apex of another, smaller orgasm, Jim plopped the head into her. Her eyes shot wide open, and she screamed what sounded like "Yes" around the stiff cock in her mouth.

She used her hands to pull the Latino out of her mouth so the she could lift her head to watch Jim work himself into her pussy. She kept stroking the cock in her hands as Jim was focused on sawing in one inch at a time into her tight little hole. Jim grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her a little off the table so that he could slide in more easily.

She watched and moaned as Jim got over half of his massive equipment in before hitting some type of barrier in her anatomy.

As he hit bottom, she said, "Fuck me," still commanding and obstinate. She leaned her head back and took the other man back into her mouth. Both men began to rhythmically fuck her on both ends as I walked in the door.

I made no move to stop what was occurring. I often told my wife of my fantasies of watching her get taken by another man. So I wasn't repulsed or angry. And she was moaning with pleasure, actively stroking and sucking a guy on one end, and leaking her juices all over the guy at her other end.

Without any acknowledgement of me, the Latino guy said, "Jim, I need a piece of that pussy. Let's switch."

Jim pulled out with a plop. My wife looked disappointed, but she remained in place. The Latino man placed his unit at the opening to her entrance and pulled back his foreskin. He pressed the head into her and sank a few inches.

"So fucking thick..." my wife said.

He was able eventually to work completely inside of her, clearly stretching her more than ever before. She was loving every second. She was stroking Jim and then did something that she never does for me. She took him in her mouth after he had been inside of her. Jim leaned over her body to play with her tits and his was thrusting his hips forward into her gaping mouth.

The man inside her pussy grabbed her hips and really began to slam into her, pushing more of Jim's cock into her throat.

"Fuck, lady. I'm going to cum inside you. That should teach you." He thrust forward two more quick times. stopped, and groaned. He held himself there for several seconds before pulling out. His cock was covered with cream, his own and my wife's. And a gush of semen followed him out and splattered on the hardwood floor.

Jim stopped pumping her throat to move back down to her pussy. He pulled her and flipped her so that she was bent over the table. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her lower half upwards so that her opening was even with his erection. He pulled her back and pushed himself forward, putting as much as she could handle into her.

He fucked her hard, his huge balls swinging violently with every thrust. My wife kept egging him on, telling him to go harder and fill her up.

And fill her he did. He slammed his meat into her a few more times before he pulled out and began spraying rope after rope of jizz all over her gaping pussy. After about nine shots, he pushed as much of it into her pussy as his could with his still hard cock.

This pushed my wife into her last orgasm of the day.

The men said nothing as they got their things to leave. As they walked out, they closed my front door behind them.

My heat still wasn't fixed. My electricity was more out. But my wife learned a lesson about how to treat workers.