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NowADaze
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Lovely knowing that this is non-fiction. Bravo!
Our interracial adventure stories on Literotica, check them out!
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bobbyhotone
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Very hot story. I enjoyed the part where your beautiful wife licked the black stranger's asshole in front of you and his 3 black friends. Also enjoyed reading that all 4 black stranger's got to fuck your wife's asshole even though your wife had refused to let you fuck her ass because she felt it was degrading. I guess your wife enjoys being degraded by black men. You are lucky to be married to such a beautiful and exciting Lady.
Beautiful story p
Damn liked your
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We love your stories and I'm dying to read your newest one! Please post the next story soon!!!!!!!
Love your stories and the pics of sweet Amie! One of the hottest wives on the site. I also got some very nasty comments on my few Literotica stories. Don't understand why the bigots even bother to read IR stories. And here's a link to some of my stories, mostly fictional, on another site. http://darkwanderer.net/users/willyboy/stories
keep going dude - some awesome horny blogs u got there
We finally posted the latest story about Amie's interracial experiences. This story was much harder to write and we thought long and hard before deciding to share. A very difficult and complicated story to tell. Let us know what you think.
https://www.literotica.com/s/amie-is-unfaithful
https://www.literotica.com/s/amie-is-unfaithful
Very interesting story. Hope the two of you can work out a great solution. This is not a normal situation since there is a distrust between you. If you have to continually watch or control your wife, It probably isn't going to work out well. There has to be communication and trust for anything like this to work good luck.
That is why we got counseling, so we could re-establish trust. We have found that nothing is as "normal" as things were before we started having my wife have sex with black men. Most of the time it has been fun even though I have felt pangs of jealousy at times. The problem I had was my dislike for Jackson and her desire to be with him.
As stated in the story, Amie is now pregnant and we are on a break from sharing her. Even if she wasn't pregnant I think we would still have put things on hold, all part of the marriage counseling.
BTW, have you read the other stories relating our experiences ? They started back in April 2010 on Literotica with:
https://www.literotica.com/s/amie-does-black-lovers-for-hubby
All along things have been complicated for us. We still had lots of fun but things didn't always work out exactly as I thought they would, just like life.
What did you think of the latest? It was the most difficult to write for me. There are other encounters my wife has had that I have not shared, we just decided to share what we thought were the most interesting. Maybe I could tell those stories in the future.
Yes! Please share!!!!
Chris,
Here is the link to the latest story I posted this past week:
https://www.literotica.com/s/amie-is-unfaithful
Check it out and let me know what you think. Please vote and leave a comment on Literotica also, there are plenty of negative comments from the racists over there. Some positive feed back would be appreciated.
I love the story. I gave it 5 stars and wrote a nice review. I would love to see Amie being used like that in real life!! Any more pics of her?
Jackmeoff
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Please do tell those stories.
It seems that you got a rush out of the Power Experience of giving Amie away to black men. However, Amie seems to have gotten herself addicted to the Power Experience of being taken by powerful black men, especially those who you dislike and are fearful of.
Enjoy your new roles in life as mom and ******* to your unborn baby. You are in for a heck of a new trip!
Here is a copy of the last story, "Amie is Unfaithful" that we posted on Literorica. Thanks to those who checked it out on Literotica and posted feedback. I posted the other ones here so here is the latest for those who choose not to read it on Literotica:
AMIE IS UNFAITHFUL
After Amie had unprotected sex with the two young black thugs at the lake we were faced with the possibility that she had gotten pregnant by one of them. She was on no birth control whatsoever as we had been trying to have a baby and the fact she had received multiple loads from them deep inside her just increased the possibility. I was also freaked out by the possibility of her contracting a sexually transmitted disease from them as we did not have proof they were disease free as we were accustomed. Now I was faced with the unavoidable fact that she might be pregnant with a black man's baby and basically a stranger at that. This would be a very tough situation for my professional life, not to mention our private lives if she should give birth to a mixed race baby.
I had been the one to encourage Amie to get it on with black men and it has been very exciting and extremely sexy to see my beautiful blond wife surrender her incredible body to her black lovers. Even now Amie's body is gorgeous, she is 5' 2”, 115 lbs and her 34-24-34 figure still turns heads even though she is now in her mid 30s. I think her face is beautiful with clear blue eyes, full lips and it all framed by a mane of long blonde hair. She looks so much younger than her age. While it has bothered me at times how obsessed she is with black men and can be disturbing to see how much she enjoys their big black cocks which at times have been much larger than mine, our love life has been enhanced by our experiences.
The day after our hike and visit to the lake and black encounter was very tense. Amie had taken a chance with these guys that was not wise and she knew I was still upset with her. We did not talk much when she woke up and for the rest of the day. Later that evening as we were watching TV, Amie turns off the TV and snuggles up next to me on the couch.
She puts her arms around me and looks at me with her pretty blue eyes which were now welling up with tears. “I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself yesterday. Those two men were just so gorgeous and sexy and it was such a beautiful afternoon. I still should not have taken them bare without protection...can you please forgive me?”
I looked at her long and hard and after thinking for a bit I finally responded, “What if you are pregnant? I am not wild about raising a mixed race baby.”
“I dunno, we'll just have to talk about it if it happens” She answers.
“That's all fine and good except what if you picked up a disease from them? I probably have it now if you did.” I said, staring into her eyes.
“I think I'm fine, I just know.” She whispers.
I pondered everything for a few moments before I finally said, “I just feel like I have lost control of this whole thing we do. Christ, I swear you would take you clothes off and suck and fuck for any man with a big black cock swinging between his legs. A woman with your looks can have any man you want and it seems like you are just not that choosy. I feel like I don't know you anymore and when I watch you fuck these men I sometime think I am watching a strange woman in a porn flick. And a very extreme hard core flick at that!”
She thinks and finally responds, “I guess I get carried away at times and I sometimes can't believe what's happening to me when they have sex with me. I seems so unreal and incredibly sexy in a bizarre way especially when you are watching us, you must think I am such a fucking slut!”
As it turned out, my Amie didn't get pregnant and she didn't get any STDs to our great relief. Everything seemed to turn back to normal and everything was pretty blissful. The only bump in the road we had was when Amie told me that Jackson (the big black ex boxer she had fucked after she stripped in a club) had called her and wanted to get together with her again. She told me she would like to be with him again also if it was OK with me. I hated that man and his smug demeanor and he was the only black man I ever really regretted her being with. “What are you doing talking to him?” I snapped. “We need to get you a new cell phone so he doesn't have your number. What do you see in that parking lot attendant anyway?”
Amie looks away then turns to me and says, “He's got a new job now, he in charge of security at a big nightclub in Boston.”
“Great, he's bouncer...hardly much better!” I sneered and I continued, “I still don't know why you like him, he's not that good looking and is such an asshole. I think you are obsessed with his big cock.”
Amie smiles slightly and says, “You're just jealous of him, sure I love his cock but I also think he is nice. He's certainly a great lover and I think that bothers you. I also think you are intimidated by him and you're afraid he will beat you up.”
Amie was baiting me, trying to get under my skin and fly off the handle but I decided not to let it happen. I told her it was out of the question and went into the living room and turned on the television. I don't know how long I sat there absentmindedly watching a movie when Amie finally came in and sat next to me. She sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity when she cleared her throat and without looking at me says, “I'm sorry, what I said was uncalled for, please don't be mad.”
I look at her and she has tears in her eyes and she reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. What could I do? I love her so much and she is so beautiful and so much of this is my fault for encouraging her to take on black lovers. The next thing I knew we were intertwined kissing deeply and the sex we had was fantastic. We made up and we decided to wait for awhile before starting a family.
All seemed well and good and I had put the incident behind me and I will tell you I felt so lucky to be with such a beautiful and sexy woman. Making love to her is like real live pornography every night. The sights I have seen of her with her black lovers and the incredibly sensuous and downright dirty things she did with them are forever burned into my mind. This enhanced my libido and I know she is turned on by it all as we engage in dirty talk about her experiences when we make love. All this being said, we discussed getting out of this interracial lifestyle and putting this all behind us. Finally last year it had been over two years since Amie had been shared with other men so we we decided to try again to have a baby so Amie went off her birth control.
Everything went along well until last fall. For some reason I started to get suspicious of her and I couldn't keep having thoughts of distrust. At first I thought I was crazy but things kept happening to feed my paranoia. When I was away on business trips, she sometimes wouldn't answer our home phone and I would only reach her by her cell phone. I know every inch of Amie's body intimately and I also noticed that once when we made love I saw what appeared to be a hickey on one of her breasts and her arms had some scratches and a few small bruises and some marks on her backside. She explained it away that she had been out jogging and had tripped and taken a tumble into a ditch.
I wasn't convinced and I needed to know so I decided to tell her I was going out of town for business for a few days. I actually would stick around do some detective work and see if I could catch her in the act if she indeed was up to anything. I told a co-worker I needed to borrow his truck to move something. Amie was not familiar with it and I figured I could spy on her without her seeing me.
The day I was supposed to go on the trip was a Thursday, Amie always has Fridays off and I figured if she was up to anything she would do it either Thursday or Friday night so I told her I would be back on Sunday. This would give her plenty of opportunity if she was indeed having an affair. I packed my suitcase and briefcase and I kissed Amie goodbye. I drove my Jeep to work and traded vehicles and I drove to where she works an hour before she was scheduled to leave for the day. I parked way down the street where I could see her parked car and waited. It turned out I didn't need to wait long as she comes out a half hour early. She gets in her vehicle and pulls out of the parking lot and I follow. She ends up going back home which didn't exactly surprise me and I park down the street, hoping she didn't look my way. She was in the house about an hour when she comes out, dressed in a tight short black dress I had bought her recently. She was carrying her jacket and a small suitcase, it looked like she was in a hurry.
I hung back and followed her, almost losing her when a light changed red but I caught up to her when she stopped at a traffic light. She ended up going to a park and ride lot at the Civic Center and she pulls up beside a dark blue sedan that looked like a rental. She gets out with her suitcase, puts it in the back seat and gets into the passenger side of the car, I couldn't see much but she seemed to lean over and kiss someone in the drivers seat. They pull out of the parking space and head out of the lot with me hanging back, praying I would not lose them. I followed them for nearly an hour until they pulled into motel I was familiar with as Amie and I had stayed there before. I parked up the street and in sight of the motel's office. In a few moments the driver's side door opens and felt myself get light headed when I saw who it was. The man stepping out was a black man, a very big black man and to my horror it was Jackson, the asshole she had picked up at the strip club when she danced on amateur night. I shouldn't have been surprised as she had expressed interest in fucking him again but I had forbid it. I did not like the man and I did not want him to put his massive black cock inside my Amie. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me and I was totally enraged. I should have seen this coming as he had been in contact with her and had told her of his new job a head of security in a big nightclub. This was a big step up from his parking lot attendant job but made sense considering he was an ex boxer. I was so pissed off my first reaction was to run down to the car and confront them but something kept me glued to my seat. Was it fear of this imposing black man, the embarrassment of the confrontation or did I really want her to fuck him? No matter the reason, I sat there as he came out with the motel key, got in the car and drove to the room. I pulled out and drove slowly to the motel and pulled into the parking lot to turn around. As I did I saw them park in front of a room and they both got out. They embraced and kissed deeply before going into the room, I felt a pain in the pit of my stomach when I realized it was a room Amie and I had stayed in on a previous occasion. I then realized I was only about 200 feet from them and it was a miracle they did not see me, it helped that the windows to the truck were tinted. I started the truck and drove up the street, trying to figure out my next move.
I parked in a mini mall just up the street and just sat there in shock, my hands were shaking and I felt so hurt. I don't know how long I sat there but after awhile I got out and walked down to the motel and I went to the room that I saw Amie and Jackson go into. I sneaked up to the window to see whatever I could see. It was starting to get dark and the outside lights were not on yet so I figured they couldn't see me if I peered in on them. They had closed the venetian blinds but fortunately for me they had left them open just a bit so at the right angle I could seen some of the room and I was greeted with the sight of her walking out of the bathroom totally nude and crawling up onto the bed where Jackson was laying fully naked on his back with his big cock fully erect and pointing to the ceiling. Amie kneels between his legs and fondles his balls as she starts kissing and sucking his nipples. She then slowly runs her tongue down his chest and belly as she continues stroking his balls. When her lips get to his penis she lightly runs her tongue up and down its black shaft. She then engulfs the tip in her mouth and sucks him for awhile until she finally positions herself on top of him and lowers her pussy onto his bare black cock. There she was astride his massive dick cowgirl style humping up and down on it. I had a horrible feeling, it wasn't the fact she was getting fucked by a black man as I had encouraged her to do so in the recent past and it was one of the most incredibly sensual things I had ever seen. What bothered me was she was doing it behind my back and to top it off was doing with a man I intensely disliked.
Amie was leaning in and kissing him as she thrusts her hips up and down, driving her sweet little pussy onto his cock which was glistening with her love juices. She raises up a bit and he hungrily kisses and bites her pretty tits. After a few moments of this she sits back so he gets a good view of her and he roughly grabs her breasts, pulling on her nipples. She throws her head back and shakes her head back and forth with her long blonde hair flying around. After a bit of her riding him she slides off him and lies on her back. She spread her legs wide for him and he mounts her, driving his big black cock into her with one hard thrust. He sets up a furious pace, pounding her sweet little bare pussy hard as she attempts to reach around him and clutch his ass with her dainty hands, pulling him into her with each stroke. I couldn't see much of her because she had practically disappeared underneath his massive body as he fucked her.
I was in a haze, riveted on them fucking furiously like animals when suddenly I became aware of the sound of a door opening and voices. I turned to see an older couple coming out of a room several doors down from where I was. I quickly turned and walked away, hoping they hadn't seen me peering though their motel room. I get into the truck and pull out onto the street and drive around town for about half an hour. I didn't know what to do so I went to a bar for a few drinks. After a shot and a beer I finally calmed down and I nursed a beer for awhile and pondered what to do next. I finally decided to got back to the motel, I didn't really know what I was going to do. Would I confront them? Would I try to spy on them again? It suddenly dawned on me that Amie was not on birth control because we were trying to have a baby. That just put my stomach in knots as I remember watching his bare black cock plunge into her unprotected pussy.
I had been gone for over two hours and when I pulled into the motel parking lot I was surprised to see their car was gone. I left and parked up the street and waited to see if they would come back. I sat there for well over an hour and they didn't return. I drove around town a few times and each time I returned they still were gone. I was mystified and after about 3 hours of this I finally decided to go back home. I spent a sleepless night tossing and turning in our bed.
Amie didn't return that day and when I drove back to the motel and their vehicle was not there. I was totally freaking out now, practically climbing out of my skin. I went back home and spent another night alone, I called her cell a few times but she didn't answer which just added to my misery. I had to give my friend his truck back so after I did that I just went home to wait. That day I paced the floor and Amie was surprised to see me as I wasn't expected back until the next day. She came into the kitchen and gives me a smile which seemed ******. She comes over and kisses me which I barely returned, I was thinking of her kissing Jackson and sucking his cock and who knows what else with that same mouth.
“What's wrong? Why are you home, are you sick?” She inquires.
I was silent for few seconds and finally said, “No, I'm not sick. Where have you been?”
My wife averts her eyes and stammers, “ I, I went to...my friend's house for a visit.”
“For two nights?” I sharply responded.
Amie pulls away from me and still not looking at me, she says, “It was, was Jill I went to see. She having problems with her boyfriend and needed company.”
“Really? For that long? Why didn't you answer your cell phone?” I asked her.
She hesitates and finally says, “I left it off by mistake. I need to go take a shower.”
I remember thinking she needed to wash Jackson's stink off her. In a minute of so I went into the bathroom as Amie was disrobing. I stood there and gazed at her amazing body, and she gives me a weak smile. I noticed that her arms had red marks and bruises on them and her pink nipples seemed to be redder and darker than usual.
I could not hold back any more and I blurted out, “I saw you with Jackson!”
She stops midway as she she was stepping into the shower. “What?” She responds.
“You heard me!” I was now yelling.
Tears start streaming down her face and she looks at me with her lips quivering. “What do you mean?”
I told her, “I saw everything, I followed you to the motel and I saw you fucking that bastard. How could you do this to me?” I was now also crying. “You know I hate him and I thought I could trust you. Why did you do it?”
Amie shuts off the shower and is now facing me, “I don't know, I just couldn't help myself. When you forbid me from being with him I got mad.” She is now sobbing and in a bit she continues, “I remember thinking, how dare you and that you don't own me.”
I then asked her the most important question of all, “What about birth control? We've been trying to make a baby and I know you are not on the pill. What did you do about that? Please don't tell me nothing!”
“Every time I've been with Jackson I've taken the morning after pill.” She answered.
“Have you taken it today?” I asked.
Amie pauses and responds, “No, not yet. I have to go to the pharmacy. I have up to 5 days to take it.”
I couldn't believe she hadn't stopped and bought it on the way home or even better already had it with her when she went to be with him. I know the sooner it's taken, the more effective it is. I told her, “After your shower, we'll go to the store to buy it before you forget.”
She just stood there staring at the floor and quietly responded, “OK.”
I glared at her as she stood there in from of me with her arms folded over her breasts. Even now I still found her so beautiful and I ached so much because I love her so much. “What happened to you two? You didn't stay at the motel, where did you go?” I asked.
Amie stands there still staring at the floor and finally says, “ I don't want to talk about it.”
“What do you mean? You don't want to talk about it? I think I deserve some answers!” I retorted.
“You don't need to know every detail.” Amie answers as she turns on the shower again and steps inside.
I stood there dumbfounded, I couldn't think of anything to say and didn't know what to do so I turned and went into the living room. As Amie showered I sat there in a confused state and pondered what all this meant to our relationship. I had let her take on black men as sexual playmates so long as I could watch and I really was turned on by what I had witnessed so why was I so angry that she fucked a black man when I was not there? I think it was her dishonesty as well as her choice of lover that seemed so wrong to me. I also worried about her getting pregnant by Jackson, a total nightmare for me. Hopefully the morning after pill will work this time. I then wondered how many times had she been with him and needed to take the day after birth control? Was that why she hadn't gotten pregnant by me? Was she fucking him on a more regular basis than I suspected? Of course she was wrong to sneak abound behind my back but who was I to insist on choosing her lovers for her? Amie was correct that it was her body and she should be able to do what she wants with it and to choose who would fuck her.
My mind then went to our marriage vows and what they meant. She had violated them but then again I was the one who encouraged her to give up forsaking all others and allowed strange men to have sex with her. The bottom line was I still loved my beautiful wife and I would do anything to keep her. What that could entail was left open, how much should I compromise and how much should I let her do? One thing was certain, we needed to work this out.
Amie and I discussed all this and we both concluded that allowing black men to sleep with her had complicated matters severely and we needed to figure out what to do next. What we decided to do was go to a marriage counselor and try to make sense of what was happening to us.
We looked around and decided to go with a female counselor named Mary. She was probably about 45 and seemed nice when we first met with her and we felt comfortable with her. On the day of our first appointment Amie and I sat in her waiting room feeling very nervous, not knowing how this was going to go. With Amie's permission I had installed a voice activated recording app on my cell phone which I had in my pocket with the ringer turned off. We both agreed we wanted to have a recording of our session to review later. We waited impatiently until Mary finally came out and ushered us into her office. We sat in comfortable chairs facing her, no desk or anything, it seemed very informal. Mary was wearing knee length skirt and a rose colored blouse and navy blue jacket. She sat down, crossed her legs and smiled at us and said, “I am here to help you work through problems you are having with your relationship. I want you both to be totally honest with me and bear in mind that what is said in this office stays here. I am not here to judge, just to help. So let's start. Tell me about both of you and why you are here?”
Amie and I looked at each other and we both froze, not knowing who should go first. She had that deer in the headlights look so I decide to speak first.
“Well,” I said as I tried to find out where to start, “Amie and I have been married for 15 years now and until recently have been very happy together. I love her very much and she loves me.”
I looked at Amie to confirm this last statement and she smiles shyly and nods. I thought for a few moments and continued, “I think of myself as a good provider and Amie makes a pretty good salary also so we are very comfortable financially so money is not the problem.”
I now sat there not sure how to continue. Mary looks back and forth at Amie and myself and finally says to Amie, “Do you have anything to add? If money is not the problem then why are you here?”
Amie blushes and in a few seconds say, “No, money is not the problem.... it is, it is sexual.”
Mary jots something on her notepad and inquires, “What is the nature of the problem? What kind of intimacy problems are there?”
We sat there for a bit and finally I said, “The problem is not really our sex life, the sex is great. I, I, I don't really know how to start to explain it” I stammered. I was now regretting this marriage counseling.
“Just take your time and when you are ready you can tell me.” She gently tells me.
Amie and look at each other and suddenly Amie blurts out, “The sex between Bob and I is good, it is just that we have done some experimenting lately and it has caused some problems.”
Amie just lets that hang there in the air and when it is obvious that she is not going to continue, Mary says with a little smirk, “Go on, I need a little more information if I am going to help you!”
In a few moments, Amie responds, “After several years of marriage Bob started sharing me with other men.” We are not really swingers, I have sex with strange men and he watches.”
Mary writes some more and then looks up a us and asks, “You've been married for 15 years and started in this lifestyle how long ago?”
“It was about 7 years ago when we started.” I responded. “We didn't do it a lot, just every once in awhile for fun. It actually went pretty good for awhile, with few problems.”
Mary looks out the window for a few seconds and asks, “Usually it is one or the other who initiates this kind of sexual activity, which one of you had the idea first?”
Amie looks at me and responds to her question, “It was Bob's idea mostly. I had told him about my sexual experiences I had before I met him. I hadn't really told him much up until several years ago. One night I told him how I had enjoyed the company of several black lovers when I was younger. He got very excited about this and our sex that night was very intense.”
I appeared to me that Mary was blushing just a bit and she says, “Well, for many women having a black lover is a pretty exciting and in some cases the husband is also turned on by it. What happened after that?”
“For several days we made love intensely every day, sometimes more than once and each time Bob kept asking me questions about black men. He wanted to know how good they were in bed, how big their cocks were and what I liked about them.” Amie answered.
The counselor was busy writing notes as Amie spoke and there was silence for a what seemed forever. Finally, Mary clears her throat and asks Amie, “Why do you think you are so attracted to black men?”
Amie glances at me and takes a deep breath and says, “Well, I found myself attracted to them from the time I was a little girl, I thought their dark skin was so beautiful. I was brought up in Alabama and my family is dead set against interracial relationships, especially when it comes to their little girl. I dated both white and black boys in high school but always kept the black men a secret from my parents. To this day they have no idea I have ever had sex with a black man. The first time I had sex with a black man was so incredible. I loved the texture of their skin and their smell and in general most of my black lovers are in great shape with bodies that are better than most of the white men I have had sex with. It didn't hurt that they were great lovers and made me feel like a queen. I was also so turned on my the contrast of my skin against theirs and when I thought about what my family would think if they could see me making love to them....Oh My!” I had heard this stuff before from my wife, she seems to get pretty excited talking about her black lovers.
“It looks like part of the attraction is the taboo aspect of interracial sex, especially in some parts of society.” Mary says.
Amie thinks for a bit and says, “Oh yes, I think that's true. The first time I was with a black lover I felt very guilty and cried. I felt that way for quite awhile but even so I kept being drawn back to black men, mostly as a sexual partner and not as a long term boyfriend. When I went away to college I could have black boyfriends and my family would not have found out. I had several relationships with black lovers but for the most part I had short term flings, lots of one night stands with them. My longer term relationships were with white men.”
AMIE IS UNFAITHFUL
After Amie had unprotected sex with the two young black thugs at the lake we were faced with the possibility that she had gotten pregnant by one of them. She was on no birth control whatsoever as we had been trying to have a baby and the fact she had received multiple loads from them deep inside her just increased the possibility. I was also freaked out by the possibility of her contracting a sexually transmitted disease from them as we did not have proof they were disease free as we were accustomed. Now I was faced with the unavoidable fact that she might be pregnant with a black man's baby and basically a stranger at that. This would be a very tough situation for my professional life, not to mention our private lives if she should give birth to a mixed race baby.
I had been the one to encourage Amie to get it on with black men and it has been very exciting and extremely sexy to see my beautiful blond wife surrender her incredible body to her black lovers. Even now Amie's body is gorgeous, she is 5' 2”, 115 lbs and her 34-24-34 figure still turns heads even though she is now in her mid 30s. I think her face is beautiful with clear blue eyes, full lips and it all framed by a mane of long blonde hair. She looks so much younger than her age. While it has bothered me at times how obsessed she is with black men and can be disturbing to see how much she enjoys their big black cocks which at times have been much larger than mine, our love life has been enhanced by our experiences.
The day after our hike and visit to the lake and black encounter was very tense. Amie had taken a chance with these guys that was not wise and she knew I was still upset with her. We did not talk much when she woke up and for the rest of the day. Later that evening as we were watching TV, Amie turns off the TV and snuggles up next to me on the couch.
She puts her arms around me and looks at me with her pretty blue eyes which were now welling up with tears. “I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself yesterday. Those two men were just so gorgeous and sexy and it was such a beautiful afternoon. I still should not have taken them bare without protection...can you please forgive me?”
I looked at her long and hard and after thinking for a bit I finally responded, “What if you are pregnant? I am not wild about raising a mixed race baby.”
“I dunno, we'll just have to talk about it if it happens” She answers.
“That's all fine and good except what if you picked up a disease from them? I probably have it now if you did.” I said, staring into her eyes.
“I think I'm fine, I just know.” She whispers.
I pondered everything for a few moments before I finally said, “I just feel like I have lost control of this whole thing we do. Christ, I swear you would take you clothes off and suck and fuck for any man with a big black cock swinging between his legs. A woman with your looks can have any man you want and it seems like you are just not that choosy. I feel like I don't know you anymore and when I watch you fuck these men I sometime think I am watching a strange woman in a porn flick. And a very extreme hard core flick at that!”
She thinks and finally responds, “I guess I get carried away at times and I sometimes can't believe what's happening to me when they have sex with me. I seems so unreal and incredibly sexy in a bizarre way especially when you are watching us, you must think I am such a fucking slut!”
As it turned out, my Amie didn't get pregnant and she didn't get any STDs to our great relief. Everything seemed to turn back to normal and everything was pretty blissful. The only bump in the road we had was when Amie told me that Jackson (the big black ex boxer she had fucked after she stripped in a club) had called her and wanted to get together with her again. She told me she would like to be with him again also if it was OK with me. I hated that man and his smug demeanor and he was the only black man I ever really regretted her being with. “What are you doing talking to him?” I snapped. “We need to get you a new cell phone so he doesn't have your number. What do you see in that parking lot attendant anyway?”
Amie looks away then turns to me and says, “He's got a new job now, he in charge of security at a big nightclub in Boston.”
“Great, he's bouncer...hardly much better!” I sneered and I continued, “I still don't know why you like him, he's not that good looking and is such an asshole. I think you are obsessed with his big cock.”
Amie smiles slightly and says, “You're just jealous of him, sure I love his cock but I also think he is nice. He's certainly a great lover and I think that bothers you. I also think you are intimidated by him and you're afraid he will beat you up.”
Amie was baiting me, trying to get under my skin and fly off the handle but I decided not to let it happen. I told her it was out of the question and went into the living room and turned on the television. I don't know how long I sat there absentmindedly watching a movie when Amie finally came in and sat next to me. She sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity when she cleared her throat and without looking at me says, “I'm sorry, what I said was uncalled for, please don't be mad.”
I look at her and she has tears in her eyes and she reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. What could I do? I love her so much and she is so beautiful and so much of this is my fault for encouraging her to take on black lovers. The next thing I knew we were intertwined kissing deeply and the sex we had was fantastic. We made up and we decided to wait for awhile before starting a family.
All seemed well and good and I had put the incident behind me and I will tell you I felt so lucky to be with such a beautiful and sexy woman. Making love to her is like real live pornography every night. The sights I have seen of her with her black lovers and the incredibly sensuous and downright dirty things she did with them are forever burned into my mind. This enhanced my libido and I know she is turned on by it all as we engage in dirty talk about her experiences when we make love. All this being said, we discussed getting out of this interracial lifestyle and putting this all behind us. Finally last year it had been over two years since Amie had been shared with other men so we we decided to try again to have a baby so Amie went off her birth control.
Everything went along well until last fall. For some reason I started to get suspicious of her and I couldn't keep having thoughts of distrust. At first I thought I was crazy but things kept happening to feed my paranoia. When I was away on business trips, she sometimes wouldn't answer our home phone and I would only reach her by her cell phone. I know every inch of Amie's body intimately and I also noticed that once when we made love I saw what appeared to be a hickey on one of her breasts and her arms had some scratches and a few small bruises and some marks on her backside. She explained it away that she had been out jogging and had tripped and taken a tumble into a ditch.
I wasn't convinced and I needed to know so I decided to tell her I was going out of town for business for a few days. I actually would stick around do some detective work and see if I could catch her in the act if she indeed was up to anything. I told a co-worker I needed to borrow his truck to move something. Amie was not familiar with it and I figured I could spy on her without her seeing me.
The day I was supposed to go on the trip was a Thursday, Amie always has Fridays off and I figured if she was up to anything she would do it either Thursday or Friday night so I told her I would be back on Sunday. This would give her plenty of opportunity if she was indeed having an affair. I packed my suitcase and briefcase and I kissed Amie goodbye. I drove my Jeep to work and traded vehicles and I drove to where she works an hour before she was scheduled to leave for the day. I parked way down the street where I could see her parked car and waited. It turned out I didn't need to wait long as she comes out a half hour early. She gets in her vehicle and pulls out of the parking lot and I follow. She ends up going back home which didn't exactly surprise me and I park down the street, hoping she didn't look my way. She was in the house about an hour when she comes out, dressed in a tight short black dress I had bought her recently. She was carrying her jacket and a small suitcase, it looked like she was in a hurry.
I hung back and followed her, almost losing her when a light changed red but I caught up to her when she stopped at a traffic light. She ended up going to a park and ride lot at the Civic Center and she pulls up beside a dark blue sedan that looked like a rental. She gets out with her suitcase, puts it in the back seat and gets into the passenger side of the car, I couldn't see much but she seemed to lean over and kiss someone in the drivers seat. They pull out of the parking space and head out of the lot with me hanging back, praying I would not lose them. I followed them for nearly an hour until they pulled into motel I was familiar with as Amie and I had stayed there before. I parked up the street and in sight of the motel's office. In a few moments the driver's side door opens and felt myself get light headed when I saw who it was. The man stepping out was a black man, a very big black man and to my horror it was Jackson, the asshole she had picked up at the strip club when she danced on amateur night. I shouldn't have been surprised as she had expressed interest in fucking him again but I had forbid it. I did not like the man and I did not want him to put his massive black cock inside my Amie. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me and I was totally enraged. I should have seen this coming as he had been in contact with her and had told her of his new job a head of security in a big nightclub. This was a big step up from his parking lot attendant job but made sense considering he was an ex boxer. I was so pissed off my first reaction was to run down to the car and confront them but something kept me glued to my seat. Was it fear of this imposing black man, the embarrassment of the confrontation or did I really want her to fuck him? No matter the reason, I sat there as he came out with the motel key, got in the car and drove to the room. I pulled out and drove slowly to the motel and pulled into the parking lot to turn around. As I did I saw them park in front of a room and they both got out. They embraced and kissed deeply before going into the room, I felt a pain in the pit of my stomach when I realized it was a room Amie and I had stayed in on a previous occasion. I then realized I was only about 200 feet from them and it was a miracle they did not see me, it helped that the windows to the truck were tinted. I started the truck and drove up the street, trying to figure out my next move.
I parked in a mini mall just up the street and just sat there in shock, my hands were shaking and I felt so hurt. I don't know how long I sat there but after awhile I got out and walked down to the motel and I went to the room that I saw Amie and Jackson go into. I sneaked up to the window to see whatever I could see. It was starting to get dark and the outside lights were not on yet so I figured they couldn't see me if I peered in on them. They had closed the venetian blinds but fortunately for me they had left them open just a bit so at the right angle I could seen some of the room and I was greeted with the sight of her walking out of the bathroom totally nude and crawling up onto the bed where Jackson was laying fully naked on his back with his big cock fully erect and pointing to the ceiling. Amie kneels between his legs and fondles his balls as she starts kissing and sucking his nipples. She then slowly runs her tongue down his chest and belly as she continues stroking his balls. When her lips get to his penis she lightly runs her tongue up and down its black shaft. She then engulfs the tip in her mouth and sucks him for awhile until she finally positions herself on top of him and lowers her pussy onto his bare black cock. There she was astride his massive dick cowgirl style humping up and down on it. I had a horrible feeling, it wasn't the fact she was getting fucked by a black man as I had encouraged her to do so in the recent past and it was one of the most incredibly sensual things I had ever seen. What bothered me was she was doing it behind my back and to top it off was doing with a man I intensely disliked.
Amie was leaning in and kissing him as she thrusts her hips up and down, driving her sweet little pussy onto his cock which was glistening with her love juices. She raises up a bit and he hungrily kisses and bites her pretty tits. After a few moments of this she sits back so he gets a good view of her and he roughly grabs her breasts, pulling on her nipples. She throws her head back and shakes her head back and forth with her long blonde hair flying around. After a bit of her riding him she slides off him and lies on her back. She spread her legs wide for him and he mounts her, driving his big black cock into her with one hard thrust. He sets up a furious pace, pounding her sweet little bare pussy hard as she attempts to reach around him and clutch his ass with her dainty hands, pulling him into her with each stroke. I couldn't see much of her because she had practically disappeared underneath his massive body as he fucked her.
I was in a haze, riveted on them fucking furiously like animals when suddenly I became aware of the sound of a door opening and voices. I turned to see an older couple coming out of a room several doors down from where I was. I quickly turned and walked away, hoping they hadn't seen me peering though their motel room. I get into the truck and pull out onto the street and drive around town for about half an hour. I didn't know what to do so I went to a bar for a few drinks. After a shot and a beer I finally calmed down and I nursed a beer for awhile and pondered what to do next. I finally decided to got back to the motel, I didn't really know what I was going to do. Would I confront them? Would I try to spy on them again? It suddenly dawned on me that Amie was not on birth control because we were trying to have a baby. That just put my stomach in knots as I remember watching his bare black cock plunge into her unprotected pussy.
I had been gone for over two hours and when I pulled into the motel parking lot I was surprised to see their car was gone. I left and parked up the street and waited to see if they would come back. I sat there for well over an hour and they didn't return. I drove around town a few times and each time I returned they still were gone. I was mystified and after about 3 hours of this I finally decided to go back home. I spent a sleepless night tossing and turning in our bed.
Amie didn't return that day and when I drove back to the motel and their vehicle was not there. I was totally freaking out now, practically climbing out of my skin. I went back home and spent another night alone, I called her cell a few times but she didn't answer which just added to my misery. I had to give my friend his truck back so after I did that I just went home to wait. That day I paced the floor and Amie was surprised to see me as I wasn't expected back until the next day. She came into the kitchen and gives me a smile which seemed ******. She comes over and kisses me which I barely returned, I was thinking of her kissing Jackson and sucking his cock and who knows what else with that same mouth.
“What's wrong? Why are you home, are you sick?” She inquires.
I was silent for few seconds and finally said, “No, I'm not sick. Where have you been?”
My wife averts her eyes and stammers, “ I, I went to...my friend's house for a visit.”
“For two nights?” I sharply responded.
Amie pulls away from me and still not looking at me, she says, “It was, was Jill I went to see. She having problems with her boyfriend and needed company.”
“Really? For that long? Why didn't you answer your cell phone?” I asked her.
She hesitates and finally says, “I left it off by mistake. I need to go take a shower.”
I remember thinking she needed to wash Jackson's stink off her. In a minute of so I went into the bathroom as Amie was disrobing. I stood there and gazed at her amazing body, and she gives me a weak smile. I noticed that her arms had red marks and bruises on them and her pink nipples seemed to be redder and darker than usual.
I could not hold back any more and I blurted out, “I saw you with Jackson!”
She stops midway as she she was stepping into the shower. “What?” She responds.
“You heard me!” I was now yelling.
Tears start streaming down her face and she looks at me with her lips quivering. “What do you mean?”
I told her, “I saw everything, I followed you to the motel and I saw you fucking that bastard. How could you do this to me?” I was now also crying. “You know I hate him and I thought I could trust you. Why did you do it?”
Amie shuts off the shower and is now facing me, “I don't know, I just couldn't help myself. When you forbid me from being with him I got mad.” She is now sobbing and in a bit she continues, “I remember thinking, how dare you and that you don't own me.”
I then asked her the most important question of all, “What about birth control? We've been trying to make a baby and I know you are not on the pill. What did you do about that? Please don't tell me nothing!”
“Every time I've been with Jackson I've taken the morning after pill.” She answered.
“Have you taken it today?” I asked.
Amie pauses and responds, “No, not yet. I have to go to the pharmacy. I have up to 5 days to take it.”
I couldn't believe she hadn't stopped and bought it on the way home or even better already had it with her when she went to be with him. I know the sooner it's taken, the more effective it is. I told her, “After your shower, we'll go to the store to buy it before you forget.”
She just stood there staring at the floor and quietly responded, “OK.”
I glared at her as she stood there in from of me with her arms folded over her breasts. Even now I still found her so beautiful and I ached so much because I love her so much. “What happened to you two? You didn't stay at the motel, where did you go?” I asked.
Amie stands there still staring at the floor and finally says, “ I don't want to talk about it.”
“What do you mean? You don't want to talk about it? I think I deserve some answers!” I retorted.
“You don't need to know every detail.” Amie answers as she turns on the shower again and steps inside.
I stood there dumbfounded, I couldn't think of anything to say and didn't know what to do so I turned and went into the living room. As Amie showered I sat there in a confused state and pondered what all this meant to our relationship. I had let her take on black men as sexual playmates so long as I could watch and I really was turned on by what I had witnessed so why was I so angry that she fucked a black man when I was not there? I think it was her dishonesty as well as her choice of lover that seemed so wrong to me. I also worried about her getting pregnant by Jackson, a total nightmare for me. Hopefully the morning after pill will work this time. I then wondered how many times had she been with him and needed to take the day after birth control? Was that why she hadn't gotten pregnant by me? Was she fucking him on a more regular basis than I suspected? Of course she was wrong to sneak abound behind my back but who was I to insist on choosing her lovers for her? Amie was correct that it was her body and she should be able to do what she wants with it and to choose who would fuck her.
My mind then went to our marriage vows and what they meant. She had violated them but then again I was the one who encouraged her to give up forsaking all others and allowed strange men to have sex with her. The bottom line was I still loved my beautiful wife and I would do anything to keep her. What that could entail was left open, how much should I compromise and how much should I let her do? One thing was certain, we needed to work this out.
Amie and I discussed all this and we both concluded that allowing black men to sleep with her had complicated matters severely and we needed to figure out what to do next. What we decided to do was go to a marriage counselor and try to make sense of what was happening to us.
We looked around and decided to go with a female counselor named Mary. She was probably about 45 and seemed nice when we first met with her and we felt comfortable with her. On the day of our first appointment Amie and I sat in her waiting room feeling very nervous, not knowing how this was going to go. With Amie's permission I had installed a voice activated recording app on my cell phone which I had in my pocket with the ringer turned off. We both agreed we wanted to have a recording of our session to review later. We waited impatiently until Mary finally came out and ushered us into her office. We sat in comfortable chairs facing her, no desk or anything, it seemed very informal. Mary was wearing knee length skirt and a rose colored blouse and navy blue jacket. She sat down, crossed her legs and smiled at us and said, “I am here to help you work through problems you are having with your relationship. I want you both to be totally honest with me and bear in mind that what is said in this office stays here. I am not here to judge, just to help. So let's start. Tell me about both of you and why you are here?”
Amie and I looked at each other and we both froze, not knowing who should go first. She had that deer in the headlights look so I decide to speak first.
“Well,” I said as I tried to find out where to start, “Amie and I have been married for 15 years now and until recently have been very happy together. I love her very much and she loves me.”
I looked at Amie to confirm this last statement and she smiles shyly and nods. I thought for a few moments and continued, “I think of myself as a good provider and Amie makes a pretty good salary also so we are very comfortable financially so money is not the problem.”
I now sat there not sure how to continue. Mary looks back and forth at Amie and myself and finally says to Amie, “Do you have anything to add? If money is not the problem then why are you here?”
Amie blushes and in a few seconds say, “No, money is not the problem.... it is, it is sexual.”
Mary jots something on her notepad and inquires, “What is the nature of the problem? What kind of intimacy problems are there?”
We sat there for a bit and finally I said, “The problem is not really our sex life, the sex is great. I, I, I don't really know how to start to explain it” I stammered. I was now regretting this marriage counseling.
“Just take your time and when you are ready you can tell me.” She gently tells me.
Amie and look at each other and suddenly Amie blurts out, “The sex between Bob and I is good, it is just that we have done some experimenting lately and it has caused some problems.”
Amie just lets that hang there in the air and when it is obvious that she is not going to continue, Mary says with a little smirk, “Go on, I need a little more information if I am going to help you!”
In a few moments, Amie responds, “After several years of marriage Bob started sharing me with other men.” We are not really swingers, I have sex with strange men and he watches.”
Mary writes some more and then looks up a us and asks, “You've been married for 15 years and started in this lifestyle how long ago?”
“It was about 7 years ago when we started.” I responded. “We didn't do it a lot, just every once in awhile for fun. It actually went pretty good for awhile, with few problems.”
Mary looks out the window for a few seconds and asks, “Usually it is one or the other who initiates this kind of sexual activity, which one of you had the idea first?”
Amie looks at me and responds to her question, “It was Bob's idea mostly. I had told him about my sexual experiences I had before I met him. I hadn't really told him much up until several years ago. One night I told him how I had enjoyed the company of several black lovers when I was younger. He got very excited about this and our sex that night was very intense.”
I appeared to me that Mary was blushing just a bit and she says, “Well, for many women having a black lover is a pretty exciting and in some cases the husband is also turned on by it. What happened after that?”
“For several days we made love intensely every day, sometimes more than once and each time Bob kept asking me questions about black men. He wanted to know how good they were in bed, how big their cocks were and what I liked about them.” Amie answered.
The counselor was busy writing notes as Amie spoke and there was silence for a what seemed forever. Finally, Mary clears her throat and asks Amie, “Why do you think you are so attracted to black men?”
Amie glances at me and takes a deep breath and says, “Well, I found myself attracted to them from the time I was a little girl, I thought their dark skin was so beautiful. I was brought up in Alabama and my family is dead set against interracial relationships, especially when it comes to their little girl. I dated both white and black boys in high school but always kept the black men a secret from my parents. To this day they have no idea I have ever had sex with a black man. The first time I had sex with a black man was so incredible. I loved the texture of their skin and their smell and in general most of my black lovers are in great shape with bodies that are better than most of the white men I have had sex with. It didn't hurt that they were great lovers and made me feel like a queen. I was also so turned on my the contrast of my skin against theirs and when I thought about what my family would think if they could see me making love to them....Oh My!” I had heard this stuff before from my wife, she seems to get pretty excited talking about her black lovers.
“It looks like part of the attraction is the taboo aspect of interracial sex, especially in some parts of society.” Mary says.
Amie thinks for a bit and says, “Oh yes, I think that's true. The first time I was with a black lover I felt very guilty and cried. I felt that way for quite awhile but even so I kept being drawn back to black men, mostly as a sexual partner and not as a long term boyfriend. When I went away to college I could have black boyfriends and my family would not have found out. I had several relationships with black lovers but for the most part I had short term flings, lots of one night stands with them. My longer term relationships were with white men.”
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The continuation of Amie is Unfaithful:
“That's interesting, you've used black men for recreational sex but haven't had a stable relationship with them.” Mary observed. “I looks to me you feel you need to do this because of your family and the fact they would never approve of you dating a black man. Obviously you enjoy their company and find them attractive so this must be the reason, do you agree?”
Amie thinks for a bit and says, “Yes, that is probably the reason why. I love Bob and my family adores him. I'm not sure my family would ever approve me having an interracial marriage.”
Mary continues to question Amie about black men, “What else do you like about your black lovers? Give some details, how does your experiences with them compare with your love life with your husband?”
I didn't like her questions she was asking, it seemed like she was fishing for sexual details that were irrelevant. It seemed to me she was getting turned on by the answers my wife was giving her. Amie continued to answer her questions, telling of the incredible orgasms she has achieved with them and how much she enjoyed being with them. Amie then said, “As I said before they have great bods and the sex is great...they just know their way around a woman's body.”
The counselor then turns her attention to me and asks me, “Your wife says it was your idea to share her with black men, can you tell me why this was such an appealing idea to you?”
I was at a loss for words and just sat there. I glanced at Amie and back to Mary and finally I gathered my thoughts enough to answer. “I never had these thoughts or desires before Amie told me about her sex life before she met me. I always put her up on a pedestal and considered myself the luckiest man in the world that she was with me. When I first met her I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and never thought she would even consider dating me. I really thought she was out of my league but she seemed to be very nice to me and one thing led to another and before I knew it I had fallen in love with her and her with me. We got married and I knew nothing about her previous sex life until we were married for several years.”
I hesitated and thought for a bit and continued, “I don't know what it was but when she told me how adventuresome she was sexually and her black lovers it just ignited a spark in me. I just couldn't get the image out of my mind of her with black men. I kept visualizing her on her back with a black man on top of her and the contrast of their skin colors. I had conflicting feelings, both jealousy and very turned on. When she told me how submissive she was with them and that she had engaged in group sex with them I found myself crazy with desire for some reason. I just never thought of her in this way before.”
Mary then asks me, “How long after she told you about it before you suggested opening your marriage to black men?”
“Oh, maybe a few weeks, I kept asking her questions about her experiences and I could not get enough of her telling me about them. I finally worked up the courage to ask her if she would consider having sex with them while I watched.” I replied.
“What was your reaction?” Mary asked Amie.
Amie answered, “At first I was upset and pretty mad at Bob but after thinking about it I got turned on and agreed to do it.”
Amie and I proceeded tell her about the first experience with Dwayne and his friends. We told of the complications we had when Dwayne falling in love with her and her having strong feelings for him. We also told her of the 8 man interracial gang bang.
Mary was writing on her pad and after a few minutes she looks up and asked asked Amie, “How frequently did you sleep with these men?”
Amie responds, “With Bob watching and with black men, maybe a several times...yeah. We also did a threesome with one other man, a white man but only that one time.”
Mary thinks for a moment and says, “Even with the complications it seems like you both enjoyed the experience you had with your black lovers. When did it become a problem for you?”
I found myself responding almost immediately, “I always had mixed emotions about all this, I was the one that initially wanted Amie to have sex with black men but when I actually witnessed the act it brought out a jealous streak. Don't get me wrong, I was incredibly turned on seeing her give it up to them, I was just disturbed by how much she was willing to do with them.”
“Like what?” Mary inquires.
I paused for a second and answered, “For instance, the first time was with Dwayne and his 3 friends. I had assumed they would use condoms but none of them did. She also let them do anal sex on her which in all the years we had been together, she had denied me. She had only met them a few hours before so they were basically strangers, you can imagine how this made me feel.”
Mary looks at Amie and asks her, “Why is this? Why did you do sex acts with these strange men but denied your husband?”
Amie bites her lower lip, thinking and responds, “I have always been VERY submissive to my black lovers and have never denied them anything. I don't know why but it turns me on so much to not have anything off limits when it comes to them.”
“That is interesting, I have seen something like this before. Even with your reservations you continued in this lifestyle for quite awhile. What finally happened to make you feel like you needed counseling?” Mary asked us.
We told her about Amie dancing in the strip club and picking up Jackson over my objections. I told her how much I hated him and really did not want him fucking my wife. I found him to be so smug and I felt he was trying to intimidate me the whole time. Even so, I found myself turned on the whole time Amie and Jackson had sex.
We also told her about the my wife's risky behavior by the lake with the 2 young black thugs and how I thought we had decided to take a break from Amie taking on black lovers while we started a family. I then told her about the last straw which was Amie having an affair with Jackson. That was what led us to seek counseling.
Mary asked, “Amie, why did you do this. You know your husband did not want you to be with Jackson. Why did you betray his trust, especially with that man?”
“I don't know. I do know I was very attracted to Jackson, his self confidence and how he seems to be in so strong and in control. I was also angry that Bob forbid me from being with him...”
I interrupted, “I don't understand your attraction to him, he's not that good looking and he's an asshole!”
“That's your opinion!” Amie hisses.
“Now, take it easy. We'll talk this through.” Mary interjects.
I decided to use this opportunity to find out what happened between Amie and Jackson when they disappeared, Amie has always been so honest with me and this thing really hurt me. I turned to Amie and asked, “What I want to know is what happened when you and Jackson left the motel, where did you two go?”
“Do I have to answer that?” Amie asked Mary.
“You don't have to but it would be good to be totally honest with your husband.” Mary says.
Amie is silent for what seemed like an eternity and finally says, “Well, I had gotten together with Jackson three other times before Bob caught us. During the time we spent together I had told him about my fantasies and fetishes. I told him how I was particularly aroused by bondage, being tied up and totally helpless. I told him about the 8 black man gang bang where I started the evening tied spread eagle on the bed and used. He seemed to be very interested in this subject and the day that Bob spied on us something happened.”
“What was that?” Mary asked.
Amie takes a deep breath and continues, “We were making love and Jackson suddenly and gets out of bed. I was begging him to continue but instead he asked me if I trusted him. I thought that was an odd question and told him we didn't need to talk about that and kept pleading with him to continue making love to me. He refused and repeated the question. Finally I asked him why he needed to know if I trusted him. He told me had a treat for me that would fulfill my bondage fantasy.” I made a mental note that she twice referred to him “making love” to her. This bothered me, she could have used the term screw or fuck of something but she seemed to think of him as a lover and not just a fuck buddy.
Amie pauses and glances at me and continues, “He told me he had a friend that specializes in that kind of thing and was willing to help. Jackson said he was wizard with ropes and it would be a treat for me. I was very surprised but I really wanted to continue making love to Jackson so I told him of course I trusted him, and I begged him to continue!
Instead he asked me if I was willing to give up all control and submit to whatever he and his friend would do to me. I was crazy with lust so I told him I was willing. I thought he would continue making love but instead told me to go clean up and get dressed. I did as he instructed even though my body ached for sexual fulfillment. I showered, put on more makeup and got dressed and we got into Jackson's car.”
After some hesitation, Amie says, “Jackson drove us to a Walmart parking lot and pulled next to an older van that was parked there. We get out and go to the van where Jackson opens the passenger side door and speaks to someone. I asked him what was going on and he tells me to trust him. The rear door slides open and an older black man peers out and and motions us in. Jackson introduces him as Calvin, a an old friend and that he was his trainer when he boxed.”
Amie then stops talking and looks down, biting her lower lip. Mary tells her to take her time and continue when she was ready.
“I get up into the van and stand there not knowing what to do. The van had a raised roof so I was able to stand up but Jackson had to bend down so he quickly sat down in a bucket seat. Calvin sat down on a bench seat that was towards the the back and looks me up and down. It made me feel very nervous.”
“He then says to Jackson, 'You sure she can handle this?'”
Amie pauses then says, “Jackson told him I was ready for it.”
“Calvin gets up and approached me and puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around to look me over. He takes off my jacket, and hangs it over the back of a seat. He then orders me to take off all clothes. I hesitate and he says to Jackson, 'I thought you said she was ready for this.'”
“Jackson said, 'Trust me, she is!'”
“Jackson then glared at me and orders, 'Do as he says!'”
“Panicking I looked around and all windows in the van were covered by curtains and they were closed. The only way to see in was through the windshield and the windows by the front seats so it seemed unlikely anyone could see much so I found myself obeying him, I got out of my dress, I hadn't worn a bra and I remember the coolness on my nipples. I then kicked off my shoes and slid my panties down and I was finally totally nude in front of them. Calvin runs his rough hands over my breasts and it makes me gasp as he does. He then takes me by the hand and leads me to the rear of the van. I then noticed coils of rope lying on the seat and some boards of different lengths on the floor, some had some metal hooks on them.
Calvin picks up a small coil of rope and turns me around and I remember how rough his hands felt on my skin. He puts my wrists together behind me and I felt him wrap rope around them, it seemed like it took him forever as he tied my arms behind me. He then led me over to a bench seat and sat me on one end. He then kissed each one on my nipples and then stood back and looked me over. I remember noticing how bloodshot his eyes were.”
Amie then paused for what seemed like forever before she continued, “He then leans over and places a blindfold on me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispers to me that they are going to do whatever they want to me and I would be powerless to stop them. I remember trembling with excitement even if I was so scared.”
Mary then stops her and asks, “I don't recall you mentioning a safe word. Did you discuss a safe word with Jackson or Calvin before you got to this point?”
Amie looks down at her hands that she had folded in her lap and after a few seconds replies, “No, we never discussed it. I guess I just trusted Jackson that I would not get hurt.”
Mary is now shaking her head and tells Amie, “I'm not judging what you did when I tell you that being safe is the first thing you should take into account when participating in alternative sexual practices. You really didn't know Jackson all that well to be doing what you did.”
I just sat there in stunned silence as Amie recounted her experience. I was not sure if I believed all of it but I know I felt nothing but a seething hatred of Jackson. I kept seeing in my mind's eye his surly and so smug expression I saw in that hotel room when Amie fucked him for the first time. I never liked him anyway and this just just made my ******* boil that Amie was so captivated by that asshole. To make matters worse she was willing to give up total control to him and go behind my back to do it. Hell, her and I always had a safe word when we had our interracial adventures and she has known me for many years. I also know that he knows I hate him and it must be particularly satisfying to him that Amie was sneaking around behind my back to be with him.
Amie was now turning on the tears and she sobbed, “I know, it was wrong and dangerous and I shouldn't have let them do what they did to me. I just couldn't help myself, I was so turned on and excited and in the heat of the moment I just wanted to totally surrender my body to them, to let them fully dominate me.”
Mary continues to write notes and tells my wife to tell us what happened after he bound her hands behind her.
Amie pauses for a few seconds then continues, “After I was blindfolded I could hear whispering then I heard the sound of someone dialing a cell phone. I heard Jackson tell Calvin that he was going outside and after the door slammed I could hear him talking to someone outside, I assume he was on his phone.
I bit later he came back in and I heard his heavy footsteps walking over to me and I sense him standing just in front of me. I could feel the warmth of his body and I could smell him. He then kissed me and run his fingers gently over my breasts and I made me shudder. He then told me I was in for the time of my life and that he had some other men joining them in a little bit to have some fun with me.
I felt panic and I asked him what was going to happen to me. He told me to relax and enjoy the experience and he then asked me if I still trusted him. Even though I had serious reservations and was starting to wish I was somewhere else, I told him I did trust him and was willing to do anything for him.”
Amie continues, “I just sat there for what seemed like forever, wondering what was next. And I was actually felt a little relief when there was a knock on the door and the van rocked a bit as I heard someone come in. I then heard Jackson whisper something and I heard the sound of strange voices talking low. I heard them comment on my tits and something about my cunt...their words not mine. They popped some beers open and I then heard the van start up and move. I remember asking where we were going and Jackson told me to shut up and that they were going some place private so we wouldn't be disturbed by anyone. For some reason I felt reasonably calm considering the situation I was in.”
Amie pauses and continues, “I was assuming that Calvin was driving and as we went down the road I was occasionally felt up by someone. Some hands felt rough and some smoother and I wished I could see who was there, I also had no idea how many men were there with me.”
Amie then stops telling us about her experience and after a bit I couldn't help myself and I asked her, “What the hell happened next? Where did you go?” I remember thinking my voice didn't sound like mine and I also felt light headed.
Amie continued, “Well, finally it felt like we turned onto a gravel road and the ride was then quite rough and I almost fell onto the floor once but someone caught me and as they did they felt me up. After a few minutes we finally came to a stop and the motor was shut off. I then felt someone grab the blindfold and pull it off me and it was then I was able to look around and in addition to Jackson and Calvin there were two other black men standing in front of me. They were young African American men and one of them was a tall slender handsome man with short hair and the other was tall but very muscular, he had a shaved head and was not very good looking. All four of them were leering at me and my first reaction was to try and cover myself but I couldn't do anything like that because my hands were bound behind me. I felt so embarrassed and helpless.”
“That's interesting, you've used black men for recreational sex but haven't had a stable relationship with them.” Mary observed. “I looks to me you feel you need to do this because of your family and the fact they would never approve of you dating a black man. Obviously you enjoy their company and find them attractive so this must be the reason, do you agree?”
Amie thinks for a bit and says, “Yes, that is probably the reason why. I love Bob and my family adores him. I'm not sure my family would ever approve me having an interracial marriage.”
Mary continues to question Amie about black men, “What else do you like about your black lovers? Give some details, how does your experiences with them compare with your love life with your husband?”
I didn't like her questions she was asking, it seemed like she was fishing for sexual details that were irrelevant. It seemed to me she was getting turned on by the answers my wife was giving her. Amie continued to answer her questions, telling of the incredible orgasms she has achieved with them and how much she enjoyed being with them. Amie then said, “As I said before they have great bods and the sex is great...they just know their way around a woman's body.”
The counselor then turns her attention to me and asks me, “Your wife says it was your idea to share her with black men, can you tell me why this was such an appealing idea to you?”
I was at a loss for words and just sat there. I glanced at Amie and back to Mary and finally I gathered my thoughts enough to answer. “I never had these thoughts or desires before Amie told me about her sex life before she met me. I always put her up on a pedestal and considered myself the luckiest man in the world that she was with me. When I first met her I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and never thought she would even consider dating me. I really thought she was out of my league but she seemed to be very nice to me and one thing led to another and before I knew it I had fallen in love with her and her with me. We got married and I knew nothing about her previous sex life until we were married for several years.”
I hesitated and thought for a bit and continued, “I don't know what it was but when she told me how adventuresome she was sexually and her black lovers it just ignited a spark in me. I just couldn't get the image out of my mind of her with black men. I kept visualizing her on her back with a black man on top of her and the contrast of their skin colors. I had conflicting feelings, both jealousy and very turned on. When she told me how submissive she was with them and that she had engaged in group sex with them I found myself crazy with desire for some reason. I just never thought of her in this way before.”
Mary then asks me, “How long after she told you about it before you suggested opening your marriage to black men?”
“Oh, maybe a few weeks, I kept asking her questions about her experiences and I could not get enough of her telling me about them. I finally worked up the courage to ask her if she would consider having sex with them while I watched.” I replied.
“What was your reaction?” Mary asked Amie.
Amie answered, “At first I was upset and pretty mad at Bob but after thinking about it I got turned on and agreed to do it.”
Amie and I proceeded tell her about the first experience with Dwayne and his friends. We told of the complications we had when Dwayne falling in love with her and her having strong feelings for him. We also told her of the 8 man interracial gang bang.
Mary was writing on her pad and after a few minutes she looks up and asked asked Amie, “How frequently did you sleep with these men?”
Amie responds, “With Bob watching and with black men, maybe a several times...yeah. We also did a threesome with one other man, a white man but only that one time.”
Mary thinks for a moment and says, “Even with the complications it seems like you both enjoyed the experience you had with your black lovers. When did it become a problem for you?”
I found myself responding almost immediately, “I always had mixed emotions about all this, I was the one that initially wanted Amie to have sex with black men but when I actually witnessed the act it brought out a jealous streak. Don't get me wrong, I was incredibly turned on seeing her give it up to them, I was just disturbed by how much she was willing to do with them.”
“Like what?” Mary inquires.
I paused for a second and answered, “For instance, the first time was with Dwayne and his 3 friends. I had assumed they would use condoms but none of them did. She also let them do anal sex on her which in all the years we had been together, she had denied me. She had only met them a few hours before so they were basically strangers, you can imagine how this made me feel.”
Mary looks at Amie and asks her, “Why is this? Why did you do sex acts with these strange men but denied your husband?”
Amie bites her lower lip, thinking and responds, “I have always been VERY submissive to my black lovers and have never denied them anything. I don't know why but it turns me on so much to not have anything off limits when it comes to them.”
“That is interesting, I have seen something like this before. Even with your reservations you continued in this lifestyle for quite awhile. What finally happened to make you feel like you needed counseling?” Mary asked us.
We told her about Amie dancing in the strip club and picking up Jackson over my objections. I told her how much I hated him and really did not want him fucking my wife. I found him to be so smug and I felt he was trying to intimidate me the whole time. Even so, I found myself turned on the whole time Amie and Jackson had sex.
We also told her about the my wife's risky behavior by the lake with the 2 young black thugs and how I thought we had decided to take a break from Amie taking on black lovers while we started a family. I then told her about the last straw which was Amie having an affair with Jackson. That was what led us to seek counseling.
Mary asked, “Amie, why did you do this. You know your husband did not want you to be with Jackson. Why did you betray his trust, especially with that man?”
“I don't know. I do know I was very attracted to Jackson, his self confidence and how he seems to be in so strong and in control. I was also angry that Bob forbid me from being with him...”
I interrupted, “I don't understand your attraction to him, he's not that good looking and he's an asshole!”
“That's your opinion!” Amie hisses.
“Now, take it easy. We'll talk this through.” Mary interjects.
I decided to use this opportunity to find out what happened between Amie and Jackson when they disappeared, Amie has always been so honest with me and this thing really hurt me. I turned to Amie and asked, “What I want to know is what happened when you and Jackson left the motel, where did you two go?”
“Do I have to answer that?” Amie asked Mary.
“You don't have to but it would be good to be totally honest with your husband.” Mary says.
Amie is silent for what seemed like an eternity and finally says, “Well, I had gotten together with Jackson three other times before Bob caught us. During the time we spent together I had told him about my fantasies and fetishes. I told him how I was particularly aroused by bondage, being tied up and totally helpless. I told him about the 8 black man gang bang where I started the evening tied spread eagle on the bed and used. He seemed to be very interested in this subject and the day that Bob spied on us something happened.”
“What was that?” Mary asked.
Amie takes a deep breath and continues, “We were making love and Jackson suddenly and gets out of bed. I was begging him to continue but instead he asked me if I trusted him. I thought that was an odd question and told him we didn't need to talk about that and kept pleading with him to continue making love to me. He refused and repeated the question. Finally I asked him why he needed to know if I trusted him. He told me had a treat for me that would fulfill my bondage fantasy.” I made a mental note that she twice referred to him “making love” to her. This bothered me, she could have used the term screw or fuck of something but she seemed to think of him as a lover and not just a fuck buddy.
Amie pauses and glances at me and continues, “He told me he had a friend that specializes in that kind of thing and was willing to help. Jackson said he was wizard with ropes and it would be a treat for me. I was very surprised but I really wanted to continue making love to Jackson so I told him of course I trusted him, and I begged him to continue!
Instead he asked me if I was willing to give up all control and submit to whatever he and his friend would do to me. I was crazy with lust so I told him I was willing. I thought he would continue making love but instead told me to go clean up and get dressed. I did as he instructed even though my body ached for sexual fulfillment. I showered, put on more makeup and got dressed and we got into Jackson's car.”
After some hesitation, Amie says, “Jackson drove us to a Walmart parking lot and pulled next to an older van that was parked there. We get out and go to the van where Jackson opens the passenger side door and speaks to someone. I asked him what was going on and he tells me to trust him. The rear door slides open and an older black man peers out and and motions us in. Jackson introduces him as Calvin, a an old friend and that he was his trainer when he boxed.”
Amie then stops talking and looks down, biting her lower lip. Mary tells her to take her time and continue when she was ready.
“I get up into the van and stand there not knowing what to do. The van had a raised roof so I was able to stand up but Jackson had to bend down so he quickly sat down in a bucket seat. Calvin sat down on a bench seat that was towards the the back and looks me up and down. It made me feel very nervous.”
“He then says to Jackson, 'You sure she can handle this?'”
Amie pauses then says, “Jackson told him I was ready for it.”
“Calvin gets up and approached me and puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around to look me over. He takes off my jacket, and hangs it over the back of a seat. He then orders me to take off all clothes. I hesitate and he says to Jackson, 'I thought you said she was ready for this.'”
“Jackson said, 'Trust me, she is!'”
“Jackson then glared at me and orders, 'Do as he says!'”
“Panicking I looked around and all windows in the van were covered by curtains and they were closed. The only way to see in was through the windshield and the windows by the front seats so it seemed unlikely anyone could see much so I found myself obeying him, I got out of my dress, I hadn't worn a bra and I remember the coolness on my nipples. I then kicked off my shoes and slid my panties down and I was finally totally nude in front of them. Calvin runs his rough hands over my breasts and it makes me gasp as he does. He then takes me by the hand and leads me to the rear of the van. I then noticed coils of rope lying on the seat and some boards of different lengths on the floor, some had some metal hooks on them.
Calvin picks up a small coil of rope and turns me around and I remember how rough his hands felt on my skin. He puts my wrists together behind me and I felt him wrap rope around them, it seemed like it took him forever as he tied my arms behind me. He then led me over to a bench seat and sat me on one end. He then kissed each one on my nipples and then stood back and looked me over. I remember noticing how bloodshot his eyes were.”
Amie then paused for what seemed like forever before she continued, “He then leans over and places a blindfold on me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispers to me that they are going to do whatever they want to me and I would be powerless to stop them. I remember trembling with excitement even if I was so scared.”
Mary then stops her and asks, “I don't recall you mentioning a safe word. Did you discuss a safe word with Jackson or Calvin before you got to this point?”
Amie looks down at her hands that she had folded in her lap and after a few seconds replies, “No, we never discussed it. I guess I just trusted Jackson that I would not get hurt.”
Mary is now shaking her head and tells Amie, “I'm not judging what you did when I tell you that being safe is the first thing you should take into account when participating in alternative sexual practices. You really didn't know Jackson all that well to be doing what you did.”
I just sat there in stunned silence as Amie recounted her experience. I was not sure if I believed all of it but I know I felt nothing but a seething hatred of Jackson. I kept seeing in my mind's eye his surly and so smug expression I saw in that hotel room when Amie fucked him for the first time. I never liked him anyway and this just just made my ******* boil that Amie was so captivated by that asshole. To make matters worse she was willing to give up total control to him and go behind my back to do it. Hell, her and I always had a safe word when we had our interracial adventures and she has known me for many years. I also know that he knows I hate him and it must be particularly satisfying to him that Amie was sneaking around behind my back to be with him.
Amie was now turning on the tears and she sobbed, “I know, it was wrong and dangerous and I shouldn't have let them do what they did to me. I just couldn't help myself, I was so turned on and excited and in the heat of the moment I just wanted to totally surrender my body to them, to let them fully dominate me.”
Mary continues to write notes and tells my wife to tell us what happened after he bound her hands behind her.
Amie pauses for a few seconds then continues, “After I was blindfolded I could hear whispering then I heard the sound of someone dialing a cell phone. I heard Jackson tell Calvin that he was going outside and after the door slammed I could hear him talking to someone outside, I assume he was on his phone.
I bit later he came back in and I heard his heavy footsteps walking over to me and I sense him standing just in front of me. I could feel the warmth of his body and I could smell him. He then kissed me and run his fingers gently over my breasts and I made me shudder. He then told me I was in for the time of my life and that he had some other men joining them in a little bit to have some fun with me.
I felt panic and I asked him what was going to happen to me. He told me to relax and enjoy the experience and he then asked me if I still trusted him. Even though I had serious reservations and was starting to wish I was somewhere else, I told him I did trust him and was willing to do anything for him.”
Amie continues, “I just sat there for what seemed like forever, wondering what was next. And I was actually felt a little relief when there was a knock on the door and the van rocked a bit as I heard someone come in. I then heard Jackson whisper something and I heard the sound of strange voices talking low. I heard them comment on my tits and something about my cunt...their words not mine. They popped some beers open and I then heard the van start up and move. I remember asking where we were going and Jackson told me to shut up and that they were going some place private so we wouldn't be disturbed by anyone. For some reason I felt reasonably calm considering the situation I was in.”
Amie pauses and continues, “I was assuming that Calvin was driving and as we went down the road I was occasionally felt up by someone. Some hands felt rough and some smoother and I wished I could see who was there, I also had no idea how many men were there with me.”
Amie then stops telling us about her experience and after a bit I couldn't help myself and I asked her, “What the hell happened next? Where did you go?” I remember thinking my voice didn't sound like mine and I also felt light headed.
Amie continued, “Well, finally it felt like we turned onto a gravel road and the ride was then quite rough and I almost fell onto the floor once but someone caught me and as they did they felt me up. After a few minutes we finally came to a stop and the motor was shut off. I then felt someone grab the blindfold and pull it off me and it was then I was able to look around and in addition to Jackson and Calvin there were two other black men standing in front of me. They were young African American men and one of them was a tall slender handsome man with short hair and the other was tall but very muscular, he had a shaved head and was not very good looking. All four of them were leering at me and my first reaction was to try and cover myself but I couldn't do anything like that because my hands were bound behind me. I felt so embarrassed and helpless.”
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“Calvin told me they were going to do what they want to me and I would be helpless to stop them because we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked around, it was dark out and all I could see out the windows were outlines of trees, we were in the woods somewhere and I felt panic sweep over me. What had I allowed them to do? I had put myself into a strange situation and even though I felt that panic I also felt very aroused with anticipation.”
Amie then tells us, “Calvin then stood me up and led me to the door and Calvin slid the door open, got out and helped me out of the van. I remember shivering as the cool night air hit my naked body and that added to my feeling of vulnerability. I stepped onto rough gravel which hurt my bare feet until I stepped onto grass. It was a moonlit night so I see a little but with my arms tied behind he I was glad Jackson and Calvin both had an arm and was assisting me so I wouldn't trip and fall on my face. I then saw a house that they were leading me to and when I asked whose house it was Jackson told me it belonged to the owner of the club he works at and it was his hunting camp. He told me his boss let him use it for a few nights.”
Amie stopped and asked for a ******* of water and once she had quenched her thirst she continued, “We walked up to the house and Jackson unlocked the door and we went in. When he clicked the lights on I saw we were in a pretty good sized room that looked pretty rustic with mismatched furniture. They led me over to a couch and sat me down and I saw the two strangers had carried in the boards and rope that were in the van. It was a little chilly in the house and my nipples were very erect and I remember wondering if it was from the chill or that I was excited. It was probably a combination of both and I was glad when Jackson turned the heat up. As the furnace worked to warm up the house Calvin and the two strangers started unwinding coils of rope.
Once finished Calvin took a big board and placed it on the floor with a few small blocks of wood under it. He then came over to me and untied my arms I had tied behind me. It felt great being free but that didn't last long because once I had a chance to pee Calvin led me over to the board and laid me down on my back with my shoulders on the board which thankfully had some towels wrapped around it for padding. He then stretched out my arms and started wrapping my arms and wrists to the board with rope. He wrapped the rope several times around my wrists and did the same around my upper arms so my arms and back of my shoulders were tight against the board like I was being crucified. With the help of Jackson he then wrapped rope around one knee and then the other and then ran rope to the board and tied each so both my legs were pulled up and out so they were spread wide open so my pussy was totally exposed to the men in the room. No matter how hard I tried, I could not put my knees together.”
Amie stopped talking for a moment then continued, “The four men stood back for awhile and just stared at me and I became aware how soft and vulnerable my tits and pussy were and how powerless I was. I was particularly aware of how my nipples felt so cool and tingly, the way they had tied me spread eagle left my unprotected nipples pointing to the ceiling. I was also so turned on by the idea of these black men doing what they wanted to my tits and I could do nothing to cover up or stop them. I don't think I ever felt so naked and exposed in my entire life! It's weird but I remember one of them commenting on how beautiful my blue eyes are, I thought they would be looking at other parts of my body.”
Silence fell over the office with the only sound being the therapist writing on her pad of paper. In a few moments my wife continues, “All of them except for Calvin took their clothes off and once they were naked Calvin took a big vibrator out of a bag and turned it on. I could hear it humming as it vibrated and Calvin knelt down and placed the vibrating tip on my pussy. It felt like a lightning bolt shot though me when he touched me with it and I immediately felt myself building to an orgasm. The two strange men knelt by me and each one of them started running their hands over my body and then they both started sucking and kissing my tits. The handsome man then got between my legs and started eating me which actually felt too good and I found myself straining against the ropes and I remember begging them to fuck me.”
Jackson finally told him to get his face out of my pussy and when he got out of the way Jackson placed the head of his cock into me. I could not believe how good it felt, he had left me hanging earlier when we were making love in the motel room. Soon he was deep inside me and in no time at all I was cumming hard on his cock and soon he came inside me. When he was done the muscular black man gets on top of me and plunges his bare cock into my spread open pussy that had been opened up by Jackson. His cock was big but not as big as Jackson's...I don't think anyone could have one bigger than his! Even so this man who I didn't really think was that good looking, I never knew his name, really knew how to use his black cock. I remember him screwing me very hard and I think I came twice before he came inside my pussy like Jackson had.”
Before Amie could continue, the therapist interrupted her. Mary asked her, “Tell me again how many times have you been with Jackson before that evening?”
Amie looked down and her hands folded in her lap and responded, “Since the first time with him when I danced in the club I guess we saw each other three times, I think.”
“So you hardly know him. In retrospect do you think you would do things differently?” Mary asked Amie.
My wife was silent for a bit and then finally answered, “No...well maybe yes...but, but Jackson told me he needed me to trust him and he wanted me to be totally submissive to him and that turned me on so much. It was strange but I agreed to go along, I know I shouldn't have but I just got so excited.”
Mary looked at her watch and then said, “Well, unfortunately we are out of time and will need to continue this next week. Please keep the dialog open between the two of you until then.”
With that Amie and I left the office and went to my Jeep. The tension was unbearable as we drove home, Amie knew I was very angry at her, and I wanted her to do some explaining to me. I had forbid her from seeing Jackson and she had gone behind my back and had been fucking him without my knowledge. Finally I broke the ice said to her, “I think you owe me an explanation.”
She started sobbing as her pretty blue eyes welled up with tears and she responded, “You must be so angry with me, I'm so sorry.”
“Sorry is one thing, I want to know why you did this with that asshole. I've let you have fun with other men, I just didn't want you to fuck him. Why did you do it?” I asked her.
“ I really don't know, I just really wanted to be with him and I suppose I was pissed off that you told me to stay away from him.” She responded. “You know I don't like being told what to do.”
“That's a crock of *******. You're one of the most submissive women I have ever seen, I've seen it when you fuck your black men!” I told her.
Amie is silent for a bit and then responds, “That's different and you know it.”
“Yeah, it's different all right. You don't want to do what your husband wants but will do anything a big swinging black cock wants you to do.” I snapped at her.
She didn't respond and we drove on in silence for what seemed like hours until she blurted out, “You know, Jackson wants to keep seeing me.”
“Bullshit!, That is not going to happen if I have any say!” I responded.
I glanced over at her and she was looking out the window and she says in a quiet voice that I could barely hear, “You know, Jackson taped and photographed me that night. He mailed me a dvd he recorded.”
I wasn't expecting this so I was totally tongue tied and didn't know what to say. We drove on in silence until I pulled into our driveway and when I shut off the ignition Amie said, “Jackson wants me to show you the video.”
I had not had a good day so far and this just topped it off. The idea that that black bastard was in possession of a video of my wife being tied up and screwed by him and his friends was upsetting to me. I was also certain I wanted to see it.
We went inside and without a word my wife goes over to a bookshelf, reaches behind some books and pulls out a sleeved dvd and hands it to me. I held it in my hand, one part of me was anxious to see it and another dreaded the thought of what was on it. I grabbed my Laptop and placed the dvd into the tray.
Amie says to me, “I've already seen it, I'm going in the other room to read.”
I suppose she was so ashamed that she didn't want to see my reaction to the contents of the movie. I remember taking a deep breath and started playing it. The first thing I saw was Amie on her back on the floor with her arms outstretched and lashed to a wooden plank which she was lying on. It looked like her arms were wrapped dozens of timed with a white rope and her legs were also tied around the knee area with the rope attached to the plank in such a way so her legs were spread wide. There was an older man I had never seen and assumed was Calvin kneeling between her legs and working her pussy with a magic wand vibrator. There were clamps on her nipples and other than them the only thing she was wearing was the rope and her jewelry which consisted of a gold necklace and gold hoop earrings I so love on her and I could see her wedding and engagement ring flashing when she flexed her hands while struggling against her restraints. She was straining against the rope and gasping and moaning the way she does when close to orgasm.
I heard Jackson's voice off camera say, “Don't let her cum!” Calvin stops stimulating her pussy and moves away. Amie's body is writhing around, straining against the ropes and she is whimpering, “Please, please!”
“Don't you cum bitch! Hold it back! Hold it back!” Jackson commands her.
“No! Why? Please! Let me cum! Fuck me!” Amie pleads.
Jackson snaps, “I told you to hold it!”
I then see Jackson come into the video and kneels above Amie's head. He is naked and his big black cock is erect. He puts his knees on Amie's arms and places his balls at her full lips and commands, “Lick my nuts!” I don't remember her telling us this part, she told Mary and I that Jackson had just screwed her. She also left out other details as you will see.
He then grabs the clamp attached to left nipple and starts pulling and twisting it while reaching down and fingering her bare pussy with his right hand. My wife's body is quivering and she is thrusting her pussy onto his big hand. He then tells her “Don't you cum until I let you! Hold it back!”
Amie is moaning and she is twisting her body around and she arches her back and cries out, “Please fuck me!”
A voice off camera says, “We'll fuck you when we're good 'n ready pig! We'll do what we want to you and when we want.” I didn't recognize the voice and this made my ******* boil, some asshole stranger talking to her like that just pissed me off somehow. Jackson continues working her clamped tit and pussy until he finally stops and stands up and asks her, “You haven't cum yet have you?”
“Noooo.” She whimpers though clenched teeth and pleads, “Please fuck me and let me cum!”
“Sir, it's please sir.” Jackson sneers.
“Please sir.” She responds.
Jackson then points to someone off camera and a naked young muscular black man with a shaved head and goatee comes into the scene, I noticed he was not very good looking like Amie had told our counselor. He crouches over her face and she hungrily laps his balls as he tugs on the chains attached to her nipple clamps. As he does this another naked black man I hadn't seen yet gets down between her legs and starts eating her pussy. They both do this for a few minutes until Jackson steps forward and tells them to get out of the way and he positions himself between her legs. As the two men move out of the way as Jackson places his huge hands onto her bound arms like he was holding her down even though she was going nowhere. He eases his bare monster black cock into her sweet pussy and in no time is stroking in and out of her. Amie is straining against her bonds, looking like she is trying to wrap her legs around him but the ropes kept her legs splayed open with her pussy wide open for his pleasure. Soon he picks up the pace and when he does the guy that had eaten my wife's pussy leans in and pulls the clamps off her nipples and she gasps sharply when he does this. He then gets out of the way. Jackson then starts powerfully plunging in and out of her faster and faster. Amie is gasping uncontrollably and staring down at his huge black cock working her pussy.
“Let it go! Cum on my cock!” Jackson commands and Amie responds immediately. Her body stiffens and she arches her back and cries out, “Ahhhh! Ooooh!” I am intimately familiar with Amie's orgasms and I could tell this was a crashing one and the pleasure she was experiencing was over the top. This was followed by one nearly as intense orgasm after another.
Once she is relieved, Jackson gets down to screwing her intensely with his massive frame now down on top of her with her tits pressed against his broad chest. I could see that his big cock was almost but not entirely going into her. After what seemed like forever he growls, “I'm gonna bust a load inside your cunt!” His whole body then stiffens and his face contorts as he spurts his semen inside my wife. The whole time, Amie's head is lolling back and forth all the while gritting her teeth. His huge sweaty frame is quivering on top of Amie with both of them gasping uncontrollably.
They then kiss deeply, with their tongues intertwining and he eventually pulls out of her.
Without fanfare the muscular man she whose balls she had been sucking gets between her legs and rudely shoves his big bare black cock into her. When he does he actually moves her and the board she was strapped to a few inches across the floor. Amie lets out a gasp as he does this and though his cock was no wheres near as big as Jackson's monster cock it was still pretty large and it appeared he was driving it into her up to the hilt. I know Amie loves to be fucked hard at times but his assault on her pretty little bare pussy seemed almost violent in its intensity. Even so, my wife seemed to be enjoying it as she was moaning and gasping loudly in the manner she does when having multiple orgasms. She tells me that when she is really enjoying herself during intercourse it feels like the is riding one wave after another of pleasure. From what I could see on the screen, she was having one of those moments. He lasted about 5 minutes before he too tensed up and creamed inside her, adding his juices to Jackson's already deposited there. He kisses her roughly before pulling out of her.
The camera then turns away from Amie for the first time and pans to Jackson and the other young black black guy. He was handsome as Amie described him, tall, slender and yet muscular with short black hair. He was naked and was stroking his fat cock, readying himself and Jackson says to him, “What are you waiting for James? That juicy little cunt is waiting for you.”
He didn't need any more encouragement and the camera follows him as he walks over to where my wife was tied spread eagle on the floor. He gets on top of her and as he leans down to kiss her Amie returns the kiss enthusiastically. He then kisses her neck and works his lips down her neck to her beautiful tits. He suckles one and then the other and then he grabs both sides of her head with his hands and starts pushing his bare black cock into her still eager pussy. Amie is breathing harder as he sets up a regular rhythm. He had the darkest skin of the three and I have to admit the contrast of his and Amie's skin looked incredible as they fucked. His cock was not incredibly long, but was very thick and Amie seemed to be enjoying it. Her fists were clenched and her mouth was wide open as she starts riding the wave to another orgasm.
He seemed to be screwing her at a much more easy pace than the guy that went before him and he kept varying the speed of his strokes and he lasted longer than I expected. He finally quickens the intensity of his screwing and grunts loudly as he cums deep inside her. As he is finishing Amie moans loudly which turns into what I can best describe as a howl like she was in pain as she climaxes a final time. His lays on top if her for a few minutes before pulling out.
The video then goes black and in a few seconds it comes back on and Jackson is leering at the camera with that smug smirk he seems to have on his face all the time. He really irks me. He is sitting in a recliner and is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. I didn't recognize the room he was in. He says, “Hope you are enjoying our little film we made with your wife as the star. We have enjoyed fucking the ******* out your whore and we are not done yet! Amie stayed tied spread out for us and she could do nothin' to stop us from doing anything we wanted to her. Even better, you couldn't stop us either. When I'm done talkin' to you we will go back to the video and you'll see me fuck her ass. Another thing that's gonna happen is I am going to keep on fuckin' Amie in the future. I'm also gonna spread her ass around so my friends can have a taste of her. You will let me do it too or I will spread this video and a shitload of pictures all over the place. Wait til her family and friends see what a black man lover she is.”
The screen again went black and when the video came back on I saw Jackson's naked backside and he was blocking everything else. The first thing I heard was Amie cry out and I heard Jackson exclaim, “We're havin' fun with her now!”
I remember thinking, “What's happening to Amie? What are they doing to her?” I couldn't see anything but Jackson's ass. Finally he turns around, reaches out to the camera and it jiggles about and finally comes to rest and finally focuses on Amie who was now on her back on a bed. She was still lashed to the board and I wondered how they got her from the floor and up on the bed. I figured they must have carried her there. The two young black men were on the bed with her with the rugged muscular guy biting her right nipple and the other one was fondling her left breast as she licks the bottom of his black penis. Calvin was kneeling in front of her and was working her pussy with a magic wand vibrator.
This continued for a few minutes until Calvin moves away and Jackson grabs her and pulls her over to the edge of the bed. He gets on top of her and works his big dick into her. She is struggling against her restraints as she looks down at his bare cock sliding in and out of her. Someone is operating the camera a bit shaky, moving around getting the scene from different angles. Finally Jackson says, “Help me flip her over so I can fuck her ass. You want me to take your ass Amie? You better want it because you're getting' it whether you want it or not.”
It looked like the camera was put down and all I could see was the corner of the room and after a bit the camera was picked up and when finally focused on my wife I could see she was now released from the board but Amie was now face down with her belly on top of some pillows which were in the middle of the bed. She was tied helpless and spread eagle with her wrists and ankles lashed to the bedposts and her bare ass in the air. Calvin is kneeling behind her pouring lube onto her anus and working it into her ass with his fingers. As he does this she is squirming around and and moaning loudly.
Finally Jackson says, “Get the fuck out of the way, I want her ass.” He gets behind her on his knees and positions his bare black cock at the opening her now greased anus. He clutches her hips and pulls her towards him as he pushes the head of his cock into her. Amie is breathing heavily and suddenly lets out a sharp gasp as Jackson thrusts deeper into her bowels.
“Oh! Oh!” Amie cries out, “Please go slow! It feels good but go slow!”
Jackson is gritting his teeth and is sweating profusely with droplets dripping on my wife's shapely bottom. Whoever is operating the camera then focuses on a closeup of his black cock sliding in and out of her ass. I couldn't believe she was able to take Jackson's massive cock up her ass and that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was. She kept up a steady stream of comments like. “I love your cock!” and “You like fucking my ass Hon?”
I heard someone off camera yell, “Fuck that slut's ass, fuck her hard!”
It was then I realized I had become somewhat detached from what I was witnessing on the DVD. I was viewing it like any interracial porn film and not seeing my precious wife willingly tied spread eagle and getting gang fucked by black strangers and that she was sneaking around behind my back to do it. I became aware I had a raging erection and was incredibly turned on as well as very angry at what I was seeing. It was then that the screen went black and the movie abruptly ends.
EPILOGUE
I had to do a lot of soul searching before sharing this story with you. Initially my wife did not want me to write about what she did with Jackson. She was embarrassed about it and the trouble it caused with our relationship. Amie and I had a lot to work out in our marriage. We needed to decide whether or not to continue sharing her with others. I basically told Jackson to go fuck himself and that my wife was not going to see him again no matter what he threatens. I have been vigilant looking to see if he does spread her video or photos around the internet. I also threatened him with a lawsuit.
Almost exclusively my wife has been with black men when she was shared and it has been both very exciting and also terribly difficult to deal with. We continued for a bit with couples therapy and through that we've worked out so much. We have decided that Amie will stop having sex with black men, or any other men for that matter. There are many reasons for this but the last straw was Jackson threatening us with posting her online for all to see. That really scared her and I and brought us back to a grim reality.
She is now pregnant and she will give birth soon. Will she be with another black man again? Possibly, but as it stands right that is off limits to make things easier on our relationship. We still have our memories and what memories they are! The sights, sounds, smells and electricity of seeing her with black lovers will always be very erotic to me. I just will not miss the complicating factors.
THE END
“Calvin told me they were going to do what they want to me and I would be helpless to stop them because we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked around, it was dark out and all I could see out the windows were outlines of trees, we were in the woods somewhere and I felt panic sweep over me. What had I allowed them to do? I had put myself into a strange situation and even though I felt that panic I also felt very aroused with anticipation.”
Amie then tells us, “Calvin then stood me up and led me to the door and Calvin slid the door open, got out and helped me out of the van. I remember shivering as the cool night air hit my naked body and that added to my feeling of vulnerability. I stepped onto rough gravel which hurt my bare feet until I stepped onto grass. It was a moonlit night so I see a little but with my arms tied behind he I was glad Jackson and Calvin both had an arm and was assisting me so I wouldn't trip and fall on my face. I then saw a house that they were leading me to and when I asked whose house it was Jackson told me it belonged to the owner of the club he works at and it was his hunting camp. He told me his boss let him use it for a few nights.”
Amie stopped and asked for a ******* of water and once she had quenched her thirst she continued, “We walked up to the house and Jackson unlocked the door and we went in. When he clicked the lights on I saw we were in a pretty good sized room that looked pretty rustic with mismatched furniture. They led me over to a couch and sat me down and I saw the two strangers had carried in the boards and rope that were in the van. It was a little chilly in the house and my nipples were very erect and I remember wondering if it was from the chill or that I was excited. It was probably a combination of both and I was glad when Jackson turned the heat up. As the furnace worked to warm up the house Calvin and the two strangers started unwinding coils of rope.
Once finished Calvin took a big board and placed it on the floor with a few small blocks of wood under it. He then came over to me and untied my arms I had tied behind me. It felt great being free but that didn't last long because once I had a chance to pee Calvin led me over to the board and laid me down on my back with my shoulders on the board which thankfully had some towels wrapped around it for padding. He then stretched out my arms and started wrapping my arms and wrists to the board with rope. He wrapped the rope several times around my wrists and did the same around my upper arms so my arms and back of my shoulders were tight against the board like I was being crucified. With the help of Jackson he then wrapped rope around one knee and then the other and then ran rope to the board and tied each so both my legs were pulled up and out so they were spread wide open so my pussy was totally exposed to the men in the room. No matter how hard I tried, I could not put my knees together.”
Amie stopped talking for a moment then continued, “The four men stood back for awhile and just stared at me and I became aware how soft and vulnerable my tits and pussy were and how powerless I was. I was particularly aware of how my nipples felt so cool and tingly, the way they had tied me spread eagle left my unprotected nipples pointing to the ceiling. I was also so turned on by the idea of these black men doing what they wanted to my tits and I could do nothing to cover up or stop them. I don't think I ever felt so naked and exposed in my entire life! It's weird but I remember one of them commenting on how beautiful my blue eyes are, I thought they would be looking at other parts of my body.”
Silence fell over the office with the only sound being the therapist writing on her pad of paper. In a few moments my wife continues, “All of them except for Calvin took their clothes off and once they were naked Calvin took a big vibrator out of a bag and turned it on. I could hear it humming as it vibrated and Calvin knelt down and placed the vibrating tip on my pussy. It felt like a lightning bolt shot though me when he touched me with it and I immediately felt myself building to an orgasm. The two strange men knelt by me and each one of them started running their hands over my body and then they both started sucking and kissing my tits. The handsome man then got between my legs and started eating me which actually felt too good and I found myself straining against the ropes and I remember begging them to fuck me.”
Jackson finally told him to get his face out of my pussy and when he got out of the way Jackson placed the head of his cock into me. I could not believe how good it felt, he had left me hanging earlier when we were making love in the motel room. Soon he was deep inside me and in no time at all I was cumming hard on his cock and soon he came inside me. When he was done the muscular black man gets on top of me and plunges his bare cock into my spread open pussy that had been opened up by Jackson. His cock was big but not as big as Jackson's...I don't think anyone could have one bigger than his! Even so this man who I didn't really think was that good looking, I never knew his name, really knew how to use his black cock. I remember him screwing me very hard and I think I came twice before he came inside my pussy like Jackson had.”
Before Amie could continue, the therapist interrupted her. Mary asked her, “Tell me again how many times have you been with Jackson before that evening?”
Amie looked down and her hands folded in her lap and responded, “Since the first time with him when I danced in the club I guess we saw each other three times, I think.”
“So you hardly know him. In retrospect do you think you would do things differently?” Mary asked Amie.
My wife was silent for a bit and then finally answered, “No...well maybe yes...but, but Jackson told me he needed me to trust him and he wanted me to be totally submissive to him and that turned me on so much. It was strange but I agreed to go along, I know I shouldn't have but I just got so excited.”
Mary looked at her watch and then said, “Well, unfortunately we are out of time and will need to continue this next week. Please keep the dialog open between the two of you until then.”
With that Amie and I left the office and went to my Jeep. The tension was unbearable as we drove home, Amie knew I was very angry at her, and I wanted her to do some explaining to me. I had forbid her from seeing Jackson and she had gone behind my back and had been fucking him without my knowledge. Finally I broke the ice said to her, “I think you owe me an explanation.”
She started sobbing as her pretty blue eyes welled up with tears and she responded, “You must be so angry with me, I'm so sorry.”
“Sorry is one thing, I want to know why you did this with that asshole. I've let you have fun with other men, I just didn't want you to fuck him. Why did you do it?” I asked her.
“ I really don't know, I just really wanted to be with him and I suppose I was pissed off that you told me to stay away from him.” She responded. “You know I don't like being told what to do.”
“That's a crock of *******. You're one of the most submissive women I have ever seen, I've seen it when you fuck your black men!” I told her.
Amie is silent for a bit and then responds, “That's different and you know it.”
“Yeah, it's different all right. You don't want to do what your husband wants but will do anything a big swinging black cock wants you to do.” I snapped at her.
She didn't respond and we drove on in silence for what seemed like hours until she blurted out, “You know, Jackson wants to keep seeing me.”
“Bullshit!, That is not going to happen if I have any say!” I responded.
I glanced over at her and she was looking out the window and she says in a quiet voice that I could barely hear, “You know, Jackson taped and photographed me that night. He mailed me a dvd he recorded.”
I wasn't expecting this so I was totally tongue tied and didn't know what to say. We drove on in silence until I pulled into our driveway and when I shut off the ignition Amie said, “Jackson wants me to show you the video.”
I had not had a good day so far and this just topped it off. The idea that that black bastard was in possession of a video of my wife being tied up and screwed by him and his friends was upsetting to me. I was also certain I wanted to see it.
We went inside and without a word my wife goes over to a bookshelf, reaches behind some books and pulls out a sleeved dvd and hands it to me. I held it in my hand, one part of me was anxious to see it and another dreaded the thought of what was on it. I grabbed my Laptop and placed the dvd into the tray.
Amie says to me, “I've already seen it, I'm going in the other room to read.”
I suppose she was so ashamed that she didn't want to see my reaction to the contents of the movie. I remember taking a deep breath and started playing it. The first thing I saw was Amie on her back on the floor with her arms outstretched and lashed to a wooden plank which she was lying on. It looked like her arms were wrapped dozens of timed with a white rope and her legs were also tied around the knee area with the rope attached to the plank in such a way so her legs were spread wide. There was an older man I had never seen and assumed was Calvin kneeling between her legs and working her pussy with a magic wand vibrator. There were clamps on her nipples and other than them the only thing she was wearing was the rope and her jewelry which consisted of a gold necklace and gold hoop earrings I so love on her and I could see her wedding and engagement ring flashing when she flexed her hands while struggling against her restraints. She was straining against the rope and gasping and moaning the way she does when close to orgasm.
I heard Jackson's voice off camera say, “Don't let her cum!” Calvin stops stimulating her pussy and moves away. Amie's body is writhing around, straining against the ropes and she is whimpering, “Please, please!”
“Don't you cum bitch! Hold it back! Hold it back!” Jackson commands her.
“No! Why? Please! Let me cum! Fuck me!” Amie pleads.
Jackson snaps, “I told you to hold it!”
I then see Jackson come into the video and kneels above Amie's head. He is naked and his big black cock is erect. He puts his knees on Amie's arms and places his balls at her full lips and commands, “Lick my nuts!” I don't remember her telling us this part, she told Mary and I that Jackson had just screwed her. She also left out other details as you will see.
He then grabs the clamp attached to left nipple and starts pulling and twisting it while reaching down and fingering her bare pussy with his right hand. My wife's body is quivering and she is thrusting her pussy onto his big hand. He then tells her “Don't you cum until I let you! Hold it back!”
Amie is moaning and she is twisting her body around and she arches her back and cries out, “Please fuck me!”
A voice off camera says, “We'll fuck you when we're good 'n ready pig! We'll do what we want to you and when we want.” I didn't recognize the voice and this made my ******* boil, some asshole stranger talking to her like that just pissed me off somehow. Jackson continues working her clamped tit and pussy until he finally stops and stands up and asks her, “You haven't cum yet have you?”
“Noooo.” She whimpers though clenched teeth and pleads, “Please fuck me and let me cum!”
“Sir, it's please sir.” Jackson sneers.
“Please sir.” She responds.
Jackson then points to someone off camera and a naked young muscular black man with a shaved head and goatee comes into the scene, I noticed he was not very good looking like Amie had told our counselor. He crouches over her face and she hungrily laps his balls as he tugs on the chains attached to her nipple clamps. As he does this another naked black man I hadn't seen yet gets down between her legs and starts eating her pussy. They both do this for a few minutes until Jackson steps forward and tells them to get out of the way and he positions himself between her legs. As the two men move out of the way as Jackson places his huge hands onto her bound arms like he was holding her down even though she was going nowhere. He eases his bare monster black cock into her sweet pussy and in no time is stroking in and out of her. Amie is straining against her bonds, looking like she is trying to wrap her legs around him but the ropes kept her legs splayed open with her pussy wide open for his pleasure. Soon he picks up the pace and when he does the guy that had eaten my wife's pussy leans in and pulls the clamps off her nipples and she gasps sharply when he does this. He then gets out of the way. Jackson then starts powerfully plunging in and out of her faster and faster. Amie is gasping uncontrollably and staring down at his huge black cock working her pussy.
“Let it go! Cum on my cock!” Jackson commands and Amie responds immediately. Her body stiffens and she arches her back and cries out, “Ahhhh! Ooooh!” I am intimately familiar with Amie's orgasms and I could tell this was a crashing one and the pleasure she was experiencing was over the top. This was followed by one nearly as intense orgasm after another.
Once she is relieved, Jackson gets down to screwing her intensely with his massive frame now down on top of her with her tits pressed against his broad chest. I could see that his big cock was almost but not entirely going into her. After what seemed like forever he growls, “I'm gonna bust a load inside your cunt!” His whole body then stiffens and his face contorts as he spurts his semen inside my wife. The whole time, Amie's head is lolling back and forth all the while gritting her teeth. His huge sweaty frame is quivering on top of Amie with both of them gasping uncontrollably.
They then kiss deeply, with their tongues intertwining and he eventually pulls out of her.
Without fanfare the muscular man she whose balls she had been sucking gets between her legs and rudely shoves his big bare black cock into her. When he does he actually moves her and the board she was strapped to a few inches across the floor. Amie lets out a gasp as he does this and though his cock was no wheres near as big as Jackson's monster cock it was still pretty large and it appeared he was driving it into her up to the hilt. I know Amie loves to be fucked hard at times but his assault on her pretty little bare pussy seemed almost violent in its intensity. Even so, my wife seemed to be enjoying it as she was moaning and gasping loudly in the manner she does when having multiple orgasms. She tells me that when she is really enjoying herself during intercourse it feels like the is riding one wave after another of pleasure. From what I could see on the screen, she was having one of those moments. He lasted about 5 minutes before he too tensed up and creamed inside her, adding his juices to Jackson's already deposited there. He kisses her roughly before pulling out of her.
The camera then turns away from Amie for the first time and pans to Jackson and the other young black black guy. He was handsome as Amie described him, tall, slender and yet muscular with short black hair. He was naked and was stroking his fat cock, readying himself and Jackson says to him, “What are you waiting for James? That juicy little cunt is waiting for you.”
He didn't need any more encouragement and the camera follows him as he walks over to where my wife was tied spread eagle on the floor. He gets on top of her and as he leans down to kiss her Amie returns the kiss enthusiastically. He then kisses her neck and works his lips down her neck to her beautiful tits. He suckles one and then the other and then he grabs both sides of her head with his hands and starts pushing his bare black cock into her still eager pussy. Amie is breathing harder as he sets up a regular rhythm. He had the darkest skin of the three and I have to admit the contrast of his and Amie's skin looked incredible as they fucked. His cock was not incredibly long, but was very thick and Amie seemed to be enjoying it. Her fists were clenched and her mouth was wide open as she starts riding the wave to another orgasm.
He seemed to be screwing her at a much more easy pace than the guy that went before him and he kept varying the speed of his strokes and he lasted longer than I expected. He finally quickens the intensity of his screwing and grunts loudly as he cums deep inside her. As he is finishing Amie moans loudly which turns into what I can best describe as a howl like she was in pain as she climaxes a final time. His lays on top if her for a few minutes before pulling out.
The video then goes black and in a few seconds it comes back on and Jackson is leering at the camera with that smug smirk he seems to have on his face all the time. He really irks me. He is sitting in a recliner and is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. I didn't recognize the room he was in. He says, “Hope you are enjoying our little film we made with your wife as the star. We have enjoyed fucking the ******* out your whore and we are not done yet! Amie stayed tied spread out for us and she could do nothin' to stop us from doing anything we wanted to her. Even better, you couldn't stop us either. When I'm done talkin' to you we will go back to the video and you'll see me fuck her ass. Another thing that's gonna happen is I am going to keep on fuckin' Amie in the future. I'm also gonna spread her ass around so my friends can have a taste of her. You will let me do it too or I will spread this video and a shitload of pictures all over the place. Wait til her family and friends see what a black man lover she is.”
The screen again went black and when the video came back on I saw Jackson's naked backside and he was blocking everything else. The first thing I heard was Amie cry out and I heard Jackson exclaim, “We're havin' fun with her now!”
I remember thinking, “What's happening to Amie? What are they doing to her?” I couldn't see anything but Jackson's ass. Finally he turns around, reaches out to the camera and it jiggles about and finally comes to rest and finally focuses on Amie who was now on her back on a bed. She was still lashed to the board and I wondered how they got her from the floor and up on the bed. I figured they must have carried her there. The two young black men were on the bed with her with the rugged muscular guy biting her right nipple and the other one was fondling her left breast as she licks the bottom of his black penis. Calvin was kneeling in front of her and was working her pussy with a magic wand vibrator.
This continued for a few minutes until Calvin moves away and Jackson grabs her and pulls her over to the edge of the bed. He gets on top of her and works his big dick into her. She is struggling against her restraints as she looks down at his bare cock sliding in and out of her. Someone is operating the camera a bit shaky, moving around getting the scene from different angles. Finally Jackson says, “Help me flip her over so I can fuck her ass. You want me to take your ass Amie? You better want it because you're getting' it whether you want it or not.”
It looked like the camera was put down and all I could see was the corner of the room and after a bit the camera was picked up and when finally focused on my wife I could see she was now released from the board but Amie was now face down with her belly on top of some pillows which were in the middle of the bed. She was tied helpless and spread eagle with her wrists and ankles lashed to the bedposts and her bare ass in the air. Calvin is kneeling behind her pouring lube onto her anus and working it into her ass with his fingers. As he does this she is squirming around and and moaning loudly.
Finally Jackson says, “Get the fuck out of the way, I want her ass.” He gets behind her on his knees and positions his bare black cock at the opening her now greased anus. He clutches her hips and pulls her towards him as he pushes the head of his cock into her. Amie is breathing heavily and suddenly lets out a sharp gasp as Jackson thrusts deeper into her bowels.
“Oh! Oh!” Amie cries out, “Please go slow! It feels good but go slow!”
Jackson is gritting his teeth and is sweating profusely with droplets dripping on my wife's shapely bottom. Whoever is operating the camera then focuses on a closeup of his black cock sliding in and out of her ass. I couldn't believe she was able to take Jackson's massive cock up her ass and that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was. She kept up a steady stream of comments like. “I love your cock!” and “You like fucking my ass Hon?”
I heard someone off camera yell, “Fuck that slut's ass, fuck her hard!”
It was then I realized I had become somewhat detached from what I was witnessing on the DVD. I was viewing it like any interracial porn film and not seeing my precious wife willingly tied spread eagle and getting gang fucked by black strangers and that she was sneaking around behind my back to do it. I became aware I had a raging erection and was incredibly turned on as well as very angry at what I was seeing. It was then that the screen went black and the movie abruptly ends.
EPILOGUE
I had to do a lot of soul searching before sharing this story with you. Initially my wife did not want me to write about what she did with Jackson. She was embarrassed about it and the trouble it caused with our relationship. Amie and I had a lot to work out in our marriage. We needed to decide whether or not to continue sharing her with others. I basically told Jackson to go fuck himself and that my wife was not going to see him again no matter what he threatens. I have been vigilant looking to see if he does spread her video or photos around the internet. I also threatened him with a lawsuit.
Almost exclusively my wife has been with black men when she was shared and it has been both very exciting and also terribly difficult to deal with. We continued for a bit with couples therapy and through that we've worked out so much. We have decided that Amie will stop having sex with black men, or any other men for that matter. There are many reasons for this but the last straw was Jackson threatening us with posting her online for all to see. That really scared her and I and brought us back to a grim reality.
She is now pregnant and she will give birth soon. Will she be with another black man again? Possibly, but as it stands right that is off limits to make things easier on our relationship. We still have our memories and what memories they are! The sights, sounds, smells and electricity of seeing her with black lovers will always be very erotic to me. I just will not miss the complicating factors.
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