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TGTBT Ch. 01

By: hubbyhw



Looking down at the GPS we were fifty miles outside Orlando driving down from Chicago to enjoy three days with 'The Mouse' at Disney World and Epcot. Fifteen years ago we vacationed there with our kids, but now being empty nesters we are visiting with hopes of making this trip more leisurely and romantic.

My name is Todd and my wife of twenty five years is Molly, together we have one set of twins. Molly is a very fit attractive forty five year old who still gets 'carded' for her ID at least once a year when buying wine. Slender with long legs she looks great in an evening gown showing off her firm ass and still perky tits. I'm five years older and consider myself very lucky to be married to her.

Romance is very much on both our minds, over the years vacation sex has always been the best sex. Like any other couple married for so long, we have spiced up our love life with fantasy and role playing. I've taken a particular interest in cuckoldry buying various porn vids which I watch with Molly featuring a loving hubby enjoying watching his wife being fucked by well endowed black guys who I am envious of. Molly also enjoys the fantasy as evidenced by her cuming much more quickly when watching interracial porn.

Neither of us has suggested to the other that we turn the fantasy into reality, only using it as a tool to get us both off quicker and harder. Molly is so worried that someone will find out our fantasy that she makes me put all the vids in the trash before we leave to go on vacation. Thinking if we both die in some horrible car wreck the kids would be spared the trauma of thinking what mom and dad might have been up to going through our stuff finding interracial cuckold videos. Obviously, the first thing I do coming home from a vacation is retrieve the vids and put them back in our night stand.

Our sex life is certainly better than the average couple married twenty five years, which come to think of it might not be saying a lot. There is the old joke that a newly wed couple should put a penny in a jar every time they make love during their first year of marriage, and then take a penny out every time they make love after the first year. The joke is the jar is never emptied no matter how many years they remain married. Our jar would have been empty after the third year I can proudly say.

Rather than make reservations in advance we like to 'wing it' and find someplace to stay once we arrive. This adds an element of adventure which give an edge to the vacation experience making it a little bit more of an adventure, never knowing what will happen.

"Dear, is your hotel phone app showing anything for Orlando"? I asked, knowing that last second deals often pop up when a hotel has extra room they need to fill often taking a $100 a night room down to $75 or even $50 a night.

"Let me check...a TGTBT just showed up for a Ramada," she excitedly informed.

"TGTBT?" I asked.

"To good to be true. The Ramada right outside the city of Celebration (a suburb of Orlando) is offering rooms for $25 a night for a three night stay."

"YHTBJ (you have to be joking)," I shot back in laughter. "What's the story, are all the rooms flooded?"

"I don't have a clue, but lets check it out."

Forty five minutes later we turn into the hotel's parking lot which was deserted save for a couple of cars. Looking the place over it wasn't flooded and the roof wasn't on fire so we went inside to book a room. Walking up to the deserted reservation desk I asked the clerk what the story was on the ridiculously low room prices.

"We had a last minute major cancellation," he informed. Wanting more details I asked who cancelled on them. Turning somewhat red, the clerk said that a 'lifestyle' convention that took over the entire hotel had backed out on them and they were 95% empty for the three day weekend.

"Lifestyle?" Molly asked quizzically.

To spare the clerk further embarrassment I told her they were a bunch of swingers who wouldn't be swinging this weekend.

"Oh," said Molly, matching the red shade of the desk clerk.

"A hand full are still coming, but they know since we are open to the public there can be no nudity or groping. If there are any problems be sure to let us know and we'll take care of it."

"I'm sure we'll be fine," I said signing the registration card.

Walking to our room we passed the pool with three couples and a single woman having a good time sitting around a table enjoying a drink in their swimsuits. Seeing us an attractive blond approached us inviting us down for a drink once we were settled in our room.

"Sure," Molly said, "We would love to."

Walking on I told Molly that with a 95% degree of confidence the group at the pool were swingers, she answered back, "They are probably very interesting people."

After emptying our suitcases we stripped to put on our swimsuits when Molly noticed by dick was not completely flaccid. 

"Todd, are you getting turned on knowing we are going to be meeting swingers for the very first time in our lives?"

"Guilty as charged love. These are couples who have taken it to the next step, and have lived to tell about it. By the way I notice your pussy has a little bit of dew on it."

"It is rather exciting isn't it," Molly smiled, "Lets go down and say hi."

Waling up to the group Molly being tall and fit still looks awesome in her two piece all white bikini, the best looking woman of the five even if she was the oldest. All stood up as we approached with the blond who invited us to join them first extending her hand introducing herself and the others.

"Hi, my name is Barb and this is my husband Peter. And you are?"

"I'm Molly, and this is my husband Todd."

"Great to have you here Molly and Todd, this is Jen and Keith, Marge and Ed, and all the way from London, Gwen." Bard continued.

With the introductions and shaking of hands all completed. Bard offered us wrist bracelets saying 'Still Swinging'.

Waving them off with my hands, "Sorry to tell you, Barb, but Molly and I aren't swingers the reason we are here is because Ramada is practically giving away rooms." I said.

Peter broke in saying, "You're still more than welcome to join us, help us drown our sorrow," handing me a beer and offering Molly his chair.

"So I hear at the desk the promoter backed out at the last minute leaving you all with nothing."

"Yep, most cancelled," said Keith, but since we couldn't get out of the airline tickets we decided to come anyway thinking there would be others like us in the same boat. Gwen didn't even know it was cancelled until she arrived at the hotel."

"A royal bummer," Gwen said, I was really planning on doing a bit of shagging this weekend.

Looking at her hand which had a wedding ring on I asked if her husband was coming over on a later flight?

"Who would look after the kids?" Gwen said with a laugh. "He'll get his fun when I come back with stories and pictures...if there are any?" We found out that unlike most lifestyle events single women and men were accepted at this one.

"Don't worry Gwen, I'll give you a mercy fuck if you need one," laughed Ed.

"I just might take you up on that sir, with Marge's okay."

"Least I can do to promote international relations," Marge replied holding up her drink and smiling.

In the couple of minutes of conversation it was rather surreal how open and carefree everyone was talking about sex. Everyone at the table had a story and was more than willing to share it. Bard and Peter, along with Marge and Ed were seasoned swing veterans while Jen and Keith were swinger virgins having never exchanged partners and were very disappointed in the turn of events with over five hundred potential swap couples cancelling. After they all told us their stories Peter asked if we ever swapped, which of course we said no too.

"Now don't take this wrong Todd, but Molly has a body any man would love to make love to?"

Molly of course blushed and looked down and then looked up with a smile on her face asking, "Do you really think so, or are you just saying that?"

Ed entered in saying, "You're beautiful Molly, if Peter is blowing smoke, it's because you are making him hot. So what do you two do to keep your marriage exciting?"

"What all couple do who don't swap, we role play and fantasize." I offered.

"So Molly what is your favorite fantasy?" Gwen asked leaning forward encouraging Molly to open up.

"Well we like to pretend we are doing different things with different people." 

"Can you be more specific?" asked Keith.

Molly now embarrassed looked down so I came to her rescue saying, "We like to pretend she is being fucked by a group of well endowed black men while I watch, fondle, and kiss her."

After saying this the entire table erupted in laughter, which caused both Molly and myself to become as shocked as we had ever been in our lives that all these people were laughing at us after telling them our most intimate fantasy. 

Seeing our shocked look Peter said, "We're not laughing at you, we're laughing at who is coming and not here yet."

"I don't understand?" Molly said.

"The Dallas Mandingos," Barb exclaimed. "At a lifestyle event the promoter will almost always contract with an Mandingo group to provide 'chocolate action' for a white couple so inclined. This event was to feature a new group out of Dallas who are set to arrive in about an hour. Their airline tickets were non-refundable so they decided to come anyway. The registration desk put me in touch with them and I arranged for a limo to pick them all up from the airport."

Hearing this I moved Molly's hand over to my rock hard cock beneath by swimsuit which she quickly pulled away. "So how many are coming?" I asked as matter-of-factually as I could.

"Eight."

TGTBT...TGTBT...TGTBT, I kept saying over and over to myself as I put my hand on my wife's leg and felt it quiver. Marge offered Molly another glass of wine, which she drank a good third of before she set it down. 'Dutch courage', is better than no courage at all I thought, making sure her glass would not run dry the rest of the afternoon.

The hour passed very quickly with everyone telling of funny and embarrassing stories about their swinging exploits. All the guys were full swingers meaning if their wife was fucking someone else they wanted to fuck someone too. In all cases it was the husband who proposed swinging, but it's the wife who keeps them swinging. None of the guys had ever offered up his wife to a black man saying it just wasn't their thing. Gwen had never been with a black guy before, but expressed interest in giving it a go since that was the only action she would likely be finding.

At about four Barb pointed up with her finger saying that the Mandingos are here seeing them go up in a glass elevator promptly shooting them a call asking them to join us at poolside. I moved Molly's hand back over to my still rock hard cock and to my pleasant surprise she didn't remove it but rather squeezed it tight. Looking in her eyes I could tell she was feeling no pain and filled with courage.

"You better be careful what you wish for -- it just might happen." Molly said, with a happy look on her face caused by equal parts alcohol and lust.

"Look, were adults and on vacation. What's the old expression...what ever happens in Orlando, stays in Orlando." I laughed, raising my beer to clink with her wine.

Everyone gathered more chairs and added another table for our soon arriving guests, with the chairs spaced out among the couples. I made sure an empty chair was to both the right and left of Molly so she could talk easily with her new black friends. Less then ten minutes later all eight of them came down as a group each wearing black trunks with 'DM Pipe Layer' in gold on the back.

Barb again did the introductions after they thanked her for arranging for their limo. Sitting down Peter played bartender while others asked about their flight and how long the group had been together. We found out the flight went well and they had been together for only a couple of years, only fuck bareback, minimum cock size is 8", and all are tested for STD every three months.

Y-Man was the leader of the group and was very disappointed that his Mandingos wouldn't have an audience of five hundred couples to perform for. Saying how no one in the group has had sex for three days nor jacked-off wanting to bring their full game to Orlando. Molly was in conversation with V-8 (an auto mechanic) on her right and Seal (a former Navy Seal) on her left. Y-Man was trying to get a read on things figuring out that Barb and Peter were going to be pairing up with Marge and Ed leaving Gwen, Jen and Keith, along with us open for action. 

Knowing that Gwen, Jen and Molly had never gone black Y-man knew his group had to play it slow no matter how bad their balls were aching to explode inside a married white pussy. After another hour of drinking and socializing with Molly having a great time getting to know Seal and V-8, Y-Man said he needed to feed his group, and that Gwen, Jen, and Molly should give them a lingerie catwalk fashion show party in the Mandingo suite at eight. All three of the girls looked at each other and giggled, saying it would be fun asking how many sets of lingerie they should bring.

"Two or three would be great, and make sure they don't hide too much." Y-Man offered with a smile.

"What is too much?" Molly asked looking at me raising her almost empty glass of wine in a mock toast.

"Think see-through Molly, or better yet no fabric at all." Seal said, leaning over and giving my wife a kiss on her neck.

"Tonight should be fun," she replied returning a light kiss to his full lips.

Happy hour broke up at five giving us three hours to make ready for the Mandingo suite party. Stopping off at the front desk Molly asked were the closest sexy lingerie store was located which was only a couple of miles away. Hopping into the car I asked why the lingerie she brought along on the trip wouldn't do.

"That tells me how little you look at me, not a single piece of lingerie is see-through,"

Realizing she was right, I apologized for my lack of attention and said I would be more attentive in the future. Arriving at the store and looking at the mannequins in the window wearing open crotch panties and a quarter-cup shelf bra finding the right wear tonight should be no problem at all.

"May I help you?" the attractive thirty year black saleswoman asked.

"What style lingerie turns on a black man?" Molly asked without a second of hesitation.

The saleswoman was taken back briefly but quickly gained her composure saying..."As little as possible. What is the occasion and who is it for?" Looking down noticing both our wedding rings.

"It's a long story, but it is for me. Tonight a couple of other white women and myself are going to be giving a lingerie fashion show to a Mandingo group out of Dallas."

"I thought the event was cancelled?" pointing to a sign in the window offering 20% off to all attendees.

"It was, but a small group of people showed up anyway to create their own party." I added.

"I see...you're in luck we are so overstocked in anticipation of the event that we have ever size in every model. I'm sure you'll be THE 'hotwife' of the evening."

This was the first time Molly had ever been referred to as a 'hotwife' and I could detect a self-satisfied look on her face that I have never seen before.

"So how many 'bulls' are you going to be entertaining tonight and how many outfits do you need?"

"Eight, and three." Molly came back with.

"My girl, have you ever done this before. Eight hung brothers in one night, you best have a pussy made out of steel." she laughed.

"I'm not sure I'll have sex with any of them. It might be only a fashion show." Molly said protecting her pussy from the admission she will spread her legs for the entire group.

"What ever you say, honey." the saleswoman replied, looking at me with eyes saying my wife is going to be fucked every which way before the night is over.

"So what would you suggest in the way of outfits?" Molly continued.

"I'd go with the slow strip. Start with three pieces and end with one." The saleswoman advised.

"How so?" I asked.

"I'd suggest for the first ensemble a black quarter cup bra, black crotchless panties, and a black garter with mesh black stocking in high heels. Then move to red, but without the bar. Finally come out in a white garter with white stockings. This is your first time with black men, isn't it?"

"Yes." Molly said with a smile.

"Then wearing white for your first time would be most appropriate. Wouldn't you agree?" The saleswoman asked turning to me.

"What other color, other than white, would you like your wife wearing when you watch a black cock slip into her married virgin pussy for the first time other than white?"

"White it is." I said shifting my legs trying to hide the boner created bulge in my pants.

"I'd say you are a perfect small, I'll be back in a couple of minutes." The saleswoman said, leaving to piece together the outfits.

"What to you plan on wearing to the party?" I asked.

"My short black dress."

"How about this instead?" I asked holding up a liquid purple ultra-mini club dress with both a plunging neck and back line.

"Wow, that says slut like nothing else I've ever seen." Molly exclaimed. "Let me try it on."

Coming out of the dressing room I was surprised that my dick didn't poke a hole in my pants...she looked that fucking hot. Both the neck line and back line were loose flashing her tits when she made almost any movement. The back you could look down and see her entire butt crack, but around her waist and butt the material was snake skin tight.

Seeing Molly coming back with the lingerie, the saleswoman let out, "Lordy woman, you had best get yourself a red cape for tonight."

"Why so?" asked Molly.

"You are going to be needing something from getting gored to death tonight when all the bulls come charging after you," she laughed, with both of us laughing joining in on the joke.

TGTBT Ch. 02



Events in this story are rooted in fact, and deal with the cancelled SwingFest lifestyle party of 2010, which was scheduled to be held in Orlando Florida.

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Holding up each of the lingerie items she had selected for us she stopped while displaying the thong crotchless black panties, which in reality had no crotch in it at all, strung up between her two index fingers, "So are these going to look good on you?" she asked in a roundabout way, looking down at Molly's liquid dress hem line complete with stray public hairs.

"Oh my gosh, I can't go looking like this," she exclaimed in somewhat of a panicked tone.

"Don't worry honey we also do waxing here, we'll have you feeling baby bottom smooth in no time. Here, take a couple of aspirins it will help dull the pain. Remember when I said black men like as little as possible, well that also meant body hair."

"Couldn't I just shave it off back at the hotel?" I asked.

"Have you ever done that before?" The saleswoman shot back.

"Well, no..."

"First of all you'll be all nervous not knowing what you are doing, and also excited thinking about why you are doing it increasing the likelihood you will nick her with your shaver. Also it's a very fine line between making her smooth and giving her a bad case of razor burn. Finally, the risk of in-grown hairs shows up a day or two later looking like a bad case of acne. If you plan on partying for three days your wife's pussy could resemble the face of a pimply fifteen year old jack-off artist tomorrow morning."

"Wax it is." I said holding Molly's hand tight, letting her know I would be there for her helping with pain management.

"Great, now which pattern of landing strip, if any, would you like?" The saleswoman asked pointing to a chart above the cash register with ten or so designs on it. All landing strips carried a surcharge from five to fifteen dollars depending upon the intricacy of the design. I thought how awesome it was that I was standing next to Molly discussing with her which to go with...like I was her BGF.

"I'd go with the spade design." I volunteered, which was the most expensive.

"Why on heaven's sake would you suggest that?" Molly asked, completely surprised by my choice.

"It's THE most popular design, if you plan on having sex with a black man. It symbolizes the Queen of Spades playing card, the lover to all black men," the saleswoman informed Molly.

"Okay then, I'll go with that, when in Rome do as the Romans, lets do this." Molly said confidently.

Taking Molly and myself into a side room of the store we were introduced to the 50'ish black waxing lady, Nette, who made us feel comfortable and at ease as Molly placed her heels into the gyno stirrups with Nette then spreading her legs wide open for access.

"Looks like you're already to party, honey." Nette exclaimed, smiling at me pointing with her eyes to the white slickness all around Molly's pussy.

"So is this your first time with a black man?" she asked as she heated the wax and set out the tape strips.

"Black men." I corrected explaining the entire situation.

"Dallas, you say, I've never heard of them." she said making conversation.

"They're a new group, only a couple of years old." I continued asking if we should do anything to prepare Molly for the party.

"Dildo's both front and back. Nothing a black man likes better than taking a married white woman's virgin pussy AND butt hole." Nette said as she smeared the amber looking wax thickly on Molly's snatch except for the spade design area she would detail later.

"We didn't bring any along, we're on vacation planning on visiting Epcot when all this happened." Molly said, again somewhat panicked thinking of her tight butt hole being violated by a thick black rod of a cock.

"Don't worry honey, we carry a full line of them. Just don't forget to buy a couple on the way out."

"I'll go get them now, do I have time before you start to pull?"

"Sure, it will take another ten minutes or so for the wax to set up an harden."

Going back into the store I selected a black dildo an inch and a half tick and ten inches long and a butt plug also an inch and a half thick at the widest part of the head, along with a couple of bottles of lube. Going back into the waxing room Molly's pussy was covered with three white strips of waxing paper which would soon be yanked off. Yank is as good of a word as there is. The faster it's none the better the job and the least pain caused. Holding Molly's hand I asked her if she was ready and she said she was.

Without saying a word, Nette ripped away the first, second, and third strip as fast as you can count one, two, three. Molly of course let out a huge scream and squeezed my hand as tight as when she gave birth. Ten seconds later she was silent with tears coming down both of her cheeks which I wiped off.

"There you go, that wasn't so bad was it"? Nette asked.

"It hurt like Hell?" Molly responded.

"But does it hurt now?" Nette asked.

"No, not at all." Molly said once again managing a smile.

"This should last you for a couple of months or so until the stubble starts to grow out again," she informed as she snipped away the few hairs that remained, telling Molly to now lie on her stomach so she could now do her butt hole. Noticing that Molly had very few butt hairs Nette said it would hardly hurt at all.

Looking at Molly's exceptionally tight butt hole Nette said laughing, "Either you don't fuck your wife in the butt or you have a very small dick."

"Small dick." I said, I love fucking Molly in the ass.

"And I love it when he does. My best orgasms involve anal sex." Molly added.

"Well be that as it may, you best insert the plug you bought as soon as I'm done here, she'll need a couple of hours to completely stretch out. Pain and pleasure in the ass don't mix."

Ten minutes later Nette pulled the strips along both sides of Molly's butt cheeks with hardly a yelp from her. Taking the butt plug from the wrapper and applying a generous amount of lube Nette guided me on how to correctly insert it.

"Now take your time, honey, wait for her butt cheeks to relax. Push it in slowly and inch or so, and then slowly pull it out." Nette instructed me.

"How does it feel, honey?" Nette addressing the question to Molly.

"Actually quite good, it's the same feeling I have when Todd is all the way inside me."

Nette and I looked at each other knowing the plug was only now making a dent in Molly's butthole with the wide head of the plug completely visible.

"Okay, now I'm going to have your hubby push it in a little bit more, are you ready honey?" Molly responded by nodding her head as Nette re-applied lube. Molly accepted one half of the plug easily after only a minute or so. 

"Your wife asshole is opening up nicely. I see she has a very photogenic birth mark on the inside of the right cheek. It's also very rare for a woman past the age of thirty to not have a spec of cellulite. FYI I have a thirty year old son who I know would love to date your wife. Do you mind if I give him your hotel room number?"

Nette has been so kind to us it was impossible to say no to her so I said it would be okay, if it was all right with Molly, who said it was. I continued the topic asking if she often refers white women she works on to her son.

"Great, I think you'll both really like him. Ja'maine is a wonderful son, and very respectful of women folk, he's also very well hung just like his daddy. Okay, now you are doing so well honey. If you would hold your wife's hand I'll take it from here. Ja'maine is quite the businessman he has a subscription web page with over ten thousand customers. Perhaps you have heard of it...Tap dat PAWG. Molly has a cute an ass on her as I have seen for a woman her age, she could definitely be a Mrs. of the month."

Holding Molly's hand the widest part of the plug head was pushed up against the sphincter muscle which of course resisted the invading rubber intruder. Telling Molly to take a deep breath Nette slowly but surely pushed the plug into my wife's ass until it swallowed it up to the plug base. Molly now use to pain didn't make a sound but did grimace a bit while squeezing my hand hard once again.

"You did it honey, you did it. Let your muscle stretch out around the neck of the plug until you get back to your room and then have your hubby work it in and our over the wide head. After about thirty minutes your ass will gape open and you'll feel nothing but pleasure. Now turnover so I can take care of your strip. The brothers are going to love that you went the extra distance for them going with the spade."

Molly turning over still had a three inch or so diameter of auburn public hair which Nette placed a spade shaped 'cookie cutter' over after she trimmed the hair to three-eights of an inch long (any shorter would have made if feel bristly). Soaping up the outlying hair she first used a standard disposable razor and then for the fine detail a miniature razor only a fourth of an inch wide. In five minutes Molly was standing full naked against the mirror smiling at her new IR slut looking body.

"Mind if I take a picture or two for my portfolio book. Sometimes a client wants to see what the design looks like on a person rather than a piece of paper. I'll also show them to my son letting him know what a fine married white wife you are."

"Sure I don't mind at all, I'm rather honored. I do look pretty hot don't I."

Both Nette and I complemented her new look while Molly struck some poses for the camera both standing and with her legs spread in the waxing chair.

"Stand up and turn around honey, I want to get some ass pictures for Ja'maine."

Doing as she was told, she even turned to the camera and smiled the way a porn model would do. Molly was becoming a completely different wife than she was only hours ago. Driving back to the hotel I asked her what she meant when she told the saleswoman that she might not go black tonight as my finger traced the outline of her spade design feeling the wonderfully smooth skin all around it.

"We'll see how it goes. What kind of mood I'm. If I feel comfortable with them. I might not want to do it with any of them, then again I might what to fuck them all three times over and offer up my asshole to them." Molly said philosophically. "In life there are no guarantees. Maybe everything that has happened today will lead to nothing tonight and we can go back to living in fantasy."

"So there no guarantee that you'll end up on Ja'maine's web site either, is that correct?"

"Yes, I'm open to the idea, but that door could close very quickly if I don't feel right about it. I take it you are okay with me giving up my body to black men where ever and when ever I do."

"Nothing would turn me on more love, nothing."

"GTK," Molly said with a smile, reaching over and feeling my rock hard dick.

"Do you think once we get back to our room we could do a quickie, my dick has been hard and my balls working overtime since finding out the Mandingos were coming."

"Did you bring along any condoms?" Molly asked.

"What in the world would I bring those along for, I had a vasectomy ten years ago?" I asked incredulously.

"Just checking on the off chance you did. At the pool Seal said I should be 'fresh' for them tonight so I should refuse you vaginal or anal sex if you ask for it, unless of course you wear a rubber. Of course I could always jack you off or give you a blow job if you need release that bad, the choice is yours, dear. V-8 said it would be best if you could wait to fuck me until after they deposit their sperm since it's a wonderful feeling lubricant for your dickhead."

Hearing what Molly told me I unzipped my pants with one hand while driving with the other, showing her my problem. 

"My god Todd, that's as red and swollen as I have ever seen it...look how much you are leaking. You're more excited about me being black fucked than I am. Here let me help you." Reaching into the center console Molly pulled out a bunch of 'wet ones' and laid them over the AC vents after turning it to max. Ten seconds later she draped the now forty-five degree wipes over my dick and wrapped her hand around them.

"Fucking cold..." I yelled out, but then felt a wave of contentment as the swelling in my dick receded. It feels good now love, thank you for your quick thinking.

Molly starting laughing, saying, "You know what they say, love hurts. Well between me having my pubes ripped out by the roots and your dick almost exploding, I think it's true. Are you happy that we ended up at the Ramada and this crazy sexual adventure is playing out for us, or would you rather be in a Best Western where kids and dogs stay free?"

"I vote the Ramada."

"Me too," said Molly, squeezing my now deflating cock.

"Since the Mandingo only fuck bareback shouldn't we stop off at a pharmacy and pick up some spermicide, douche, or some morning after pills." I suggested.

"Are you afraid I'll be bringing something more than souvenirs back home from this trip." Molly laughed, adding, "I finished my period just yesterday so I'm in the 'safe zone' for a good ten days. We'll be fine."

"GTK," I replied, looks like everything that can go our way is. I love you Molly, I really, really love you."

"I love you too Todd, I'm so happy we are together on this...aren't we lucky?"

"Blessed dear, we're blessed."

We stopped off at a seafood restaurant both of us ordering double portions of oysters in half shells, which really have been scientifically proven to be an aphrodisiac (Casanova is reported to have eaten fifty each morning), we linked arms like lovers do eating them looking into each others eyes.

Returning to the hotel at seven the message light on the room phone was lit with a recorded message with Y-Man giving us the suite number and telling us how much he and the Mandingos are looking forward to tonight after everything that has happened. Lastly, telling me to make sure my camera battery was fully charged.

"We had better start getting ready, love. These guys are sounding lonely." I laughed.

"I'll hop in the shower, why don't you pick out my shoes, stockings, and jewelry." 

Sitting on the bed hearing the shower running and going through my wife's travel jewelry case I literally had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming and was really living the dream. With Molly out of the shower it was my turn, standing in front of the mirror drying her helmet styled auburn hair which was a natural match to her spade trimmed bush, she looked as fucking fuckable as a woman could ever be...I turned the hot water all most off and the cold water full on.

Out of the shower Molly had finished drying her hair and was setting it as I asked her why she was attracted to black men...was it the skin color, the size of their dicks, or something else.

"Well I'm mainly attracted to them because you are. However, I've noticed that black men are much more easy going and fun to talk to than your average white male. The black skin is exotic I'll admit, but it's how friendly and easy they are to smile and laugh that turns me on. Plus I must say I do have 'white guilt' in knowing they all come from slave backgrounds and the difficult road their lives have followed being born disadvantaged and most likely attending poor schools."

"So the size of their cocks has nothing to do with you being attracted to them?"

"What a silly question. Of course their cock size and especially thickness is a turn on, I though that went without saying...silly rabbit. I've never had a large cock inside me before, and yes, I'm very curious how it will feel and what the intensity of my orgasms will be."

Moving into the bedroom I displayed with by hand how thoughtfully and carefully I'd laid out her accessories' and liquid dress. Grabbing my camera I took pictures of Molly doing a reverse strip tease as she dressed. First the garter, then the stockings, followed by her jewelry, then her dress and finally her five inch black 'fuck me' pumps. Of course no bra or panties were worn. Putting her lingerie into her handbag she turned to me asking how she looked.

"Like the sexiest woman that ever walked the face of the earth, that's how you look."

"Your so sweet Todd, it's time to go." Molly said giving me an air kiss so as not to mess up her flaming red lipsick/gloss application.

Walking hand in hand to the suite we arrived each thinking our own thoughts. Before I knocked on the door, which when opened, would change our marriage forever I asked, "Are you okay with this, it's not too late to turn around and head back to the room and rent a couple of first run movies for the night?"

Molly just smiled at me, saying..."Silly rabbit," and then she knocked on the suite door.



TGTBT Ch. 03



This chapter explores, for the first time I believe in any Literotic story, the mindset of a male swinger and cuckold bonding together watching and participating in their wives lovemaking as they accept black cock for the first time into their strengthening marriages.

I currently have three unfinished stories: TGTBT, JWWBT, and ICCL. I'd like you, my readership, to decide which story chapter I should write next. Here is how it will work. The highest vote score on the last chapter of each story decides. As it stands today ICCL is leading with a 4.07.

At the end of the month I'll know which story to focus my writing on. I have spinning in my head a fourth story 'APC'...African Piece Corp, with four, early thirties, monogamous white couples deciding to extend their stay in Africa helping a struggling tribe by forming their own 'Piece' Corp.

I won't begin 'APC' until one of my current stories is finished. I'm excited about 'APC' since it will be my first attempt writing in third party form, moving away from 'I' first person narrative account. Much peace, love, and great orgasms.

PS: it really is amazing to me how few readers take the trouble of clicking the vote score at the end of each story. Less than 1%. Asking for myself, and other authors...please give a click, and vote.

PPS: If you want to see a picture of Gwen, Jen, Y-Man, and Torpedo...check out our blog (in profile), if you enjoy it drop me a line.

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Y-Man opened the door to the top floor suite greeting us both with a big smile and a hearty welcome, telling us he was exceptionally happy we could both come. Ushering us into the suite's great room with two large sofas and four oversized chairs I was impressed by the very romantic low intensity track lighting, much like what you would expect in a penthouse. The music system quietly played black sung love ballads from the 90's with the suite decorated in a tribal African theme complete with masks and leopard, zebra, lion, and antelope skins, rented from a party store.

To complete the setting, dozens of cream colored candles made everything and everyone look sexy as hell. The suite's balcony had a magnificent view of Disney World off in the distance and the parks nightly fireworks display filling up the sky.

Since we were the first of the guests to arrive all the very fit Mandingos, dressed in tailored slacks and long sleeve dress shirts with French cuffs and cufflinks along with fashion silk ties, rose to greet us. Going down an assembly line of welcomes, each bull commented how hot and sexy Molly looked in her liquid purple mini giving her a kiss on the cheek and then shook my hand congratulating me on being married to such a good looking hotwife. 

Holding onto Molly's waist as the introductions were made I could feel her legs shaking in anticipation of what would be happening to her tonight. Damn they looked good, and they were acting like perfect gentlemen. There is not a white wife in the world who would not jump at the change to fuck these black Adonis's in this setting. Provided of course her husband gave his permission, which very few husbands do, denying his wife, who he professes to love, the opportunity to experience a whole new level of exciting sexual adventure and pleasure.

After the greetings were exchanged Y-Man offered me a scotch straight up and Molly a glass of Chablis. Four of the bulls, including Seal and V-8, escorted Molly to the other side of the room so they could get to know her better talking to her privately. The other four bulls kept me company wanting to know more about us as a couple.

"So how long have you been married to your lovely wife?" asked Sledge (who worked construction) and was all muscle.

"Twenty-five wonderful years." I replied.

"No fuckin' way man, you must have married her when she was ten. Doesn't your state have rules against that sort of thing. Molly can't be a day over thirty-five." Trucker (he drives an over the road truck) broke in.

"The truth is she is forty-five, but often is asked for ID." I replied.

"So will tonight be the first time Molly spreads her legs for the brothers?" Bullet (a cop) asked.

"Yes, this her first time. It's also the first time going black for both Jen, and Gwen as well."

"Can't beat a hat trick of beautiful virgin white wives with a stick," Trucker laughed.

"Wow man, you really should have done this twenty years ago, think of all the brothers you two have been disappointing all these years not letting them fuck your wife. What the fuck is matter with you." BigBoy laughed, adding. "I hope she doesn't disappoint us tonight."

I explained that we only recently had become interested in IR cuckolding viewing IR porn and role playing in bed. "What's the old expression...better late than never, so here we are. Since we are new to all this Molly, and I'm sure the other wives, will be as nervous as a COAHTR (cat on a hot tin roof), so please take

your time, take it slow. Make them like you first, and I promise they will happily accept your cocks second," were my words of wisdom.

"No problem Todd, we have all night, and we're not going anywhere." Sledge added. "Besides seductions are way better for me than taking a number and slipping it into a used slut wife. For me to dump a full load I need a wife to cum first. I'll fuck your wife good, that I promise, but I'll make love with her first."

Laughing Bullet said, "Yah, that's what you do tonight, but what about the party tomorrow night?"

"Well I'm going fuck them bitches up the ass and spray my cum all over their faces after I blindfold and tie them up." Sledge answered also in laughter.

"I don't understand." I said.

Trucker explained, "The Mandingos first party of any weekend is always a GQ (Gentlemen's Quarterly) to break in the wannabies and make them newbies. Once they get fucked a half-dozen times the first night we up our game and take control. We tell them what to do, when to do it, and how to do it...no questions asked. We call Saturday's party TBPH, for Thug, Bitch, Pimp, Ho."

"Has any cuckold couple attending Friday, not show up on Saturday of left the party early once they knew what they had to do?" I asked.

"Nope, I can't think of one." Bullet said. "Cuckold couple want the full range of the black man experience, from seducer, to producer. We give that to them in a single weekend, treating them like ladies by asking for it on Friday and then treating them like hos taking it on Saturday. This weekend we are also opening the party up to paying johns." 

"Johns? You guys are clowning with me, right?"

"Who do think is going to be paying for this suite, our expenses and travel? Not us, but your wife selling her pussy to the highest bidder. Don't go worrying about it, the wives love to be hos for a night often getting in competition with each other seeing who can turn the most tricks for us. it's really important that the wives work hard tomorrow night since the Fest promoter stiffed our performance fee." Trucker said, adding, "We don't want to half to walk back to Dallas."

It then all made perfect sense. These guys are all blue collar workers, only making enough money to get by on. The airfare, hotel suite, food, and booze will cost a minimum of $1,000 each or $8,000 total which the wives would need to earn tomorrow night to breakeven. I pray the tricks will be paying $1,000 a pop vs. $100.

"You can't expect me to keep tomorrow night a secret from Molly!" I said indignantly.

"Of course you can't, we wouldn't even want you to do that. Keeping secrets is a marriage buster if there ever was one. We just don't want you to tell her about tomorrow night, tonight. Let us work our magic on her and then tomorrow you can tell her what's going down. If we do our job tonight I'm sure she'll be happy to help us out tomorrow." Bullet informed. 

"So Todd what kind of action to you want tonight? Watch only, or watch and participate...sucking our cocks and cleaning out your wife's pussy after we cum inside her?" Sledge asked, changing the subject with my mind reeling about tomorrow night's party when Molly and I won't be asked questions or given a choice about anything.

"Since this is our first time I really don't know what I want to do other than watch and take some pictures."

"What ever you want to do is fine with all of us, we'll take your lead and what ever you want to do you go ahead and do it." Bullet added.

"Thanks guys, you really are making me fell comfortable, I appreciate it."

The rest of the conversation I had with them covered Dallas sports teams, where they went to school, and their plans for the future. None of them were married, but all had kids, telling me they all are baby making machines so I shouldn't be surprised in nine months if I'm the father to an interracial child.

"So why do they call you BigBoy?" I asked.

"Because his cock is huge," Trucker broke it, "Go ahead and show it to the cuck." Unzipping his pants, BigBoy's coke can thickness cock plopped out and hung mid-way down his thigh with the head completely covered by foreskin.

"Don't let Molly see that thing," Bullet laughed, "If she does she'll bolt for the door and will never see her again."

Tucking it back inside his pants I asked him to please go last giving Molly a chance to be stretched out by the others helping her adjust to his enormous size. "No problem at all Todd, I'm use to always going last," he answered back. "Sometimes I don't show up until the party is a couple of hours old. Always save the best for last is what they say," laughing and pointing at his friends, bragging his was the groups alpha black cock, which it most certainly was.

Jen and Keith along with Gwen showed up together. Jen was wearing a summer time all yellow club mini with a huge 'U' shaped neck line that showed off the upper part of her areolas. Gwen was dressed in a red club mini that dipped half way down her ass showing off her incredible butt. Both women were blond, Jen with short hair and Gwen long. Gwen was a size 6 and Jen a size 4 (the same as Molly) the three of them made up a very attractive set of IR white wives. Once again the greeting line was formed, but when breaking up all the bulls ended up talking with the wives leaving Keith and I to become friends learning about each other.

"Jen looks fabulous tonight, the yellow dress along with her tan and short blond hair all go perfect together." I complemented on her to Keith.

"Thanks, for the complement. Molly looks so fucking hot, like the lead actress in a porn movie. Where in the world did she find that dress?"

I told him the whole story about finding the dress, the lingerie, Molly maybe doing an anal porn shoot, and the spade bush design.

"Sounds like you two had quite the day. Spade design you say, how neat is that, I can't wait to see it. Jen on the other hand is naked as the day she was born getting complete waxed last week."

"So from what I understand at the pool both of us are in the same boat. Neither of our wives has been with another man, let alone a black man...and here we are." I commented.

"This is not the way I had it planned out. Jen and I both came down here to swing, but since there aren't any desirable couples to swing with we decided to go with what was available...she is a hotwife for the weekend while I'm a whatchamacallit?" Keith sighed.

"A cuckold." I replied.

"Yah, that's it.

"I really don't understand you guys at all. If given the choice between fucking strange pussy or not fucking strange pussy, I'd take fucking over beating my pud watching the wife any day. You cuckolds must really be major jack-off artists, content with watching your wife's pussy filling up with black cum while you're sitting in a chair."

"It's a little more complicated that that. There is a lot of communicating and understanding that goes into a cuckold relationship. Answering your last point, I don't consider myself as a jack-off artist, who tries to come as many times as possible in as short of time as possible, but rather a stroke artist in training."

"A what?" he asked.

"I've been practicing Tantric masturbation over the past six months in hopes I could one day use the skill set watching Molly go black. The goal of Tantric masturbation is the stroke producing an erection not the cum shooting out of the dickhead. How long do you normally maintain an erection before you've jacked-off and cum?" I asked.

"About five minutes or so, give or take."

"Interesting, five minutes is the average amount of time a porn movie runs in a motel room." I informed. "Practicing Tantric I can maintain an erection for hours, producing a copious quantity of pre-cum, yet not cum and still consider myself satisfied. When I do cum, it feels like it did when I was nineteen from all the 'blue ball' pressure built up."

"Go on, I'm listening," Keith encouraged.

"A huge turn on for Molly is watching me maintain an erection when we are watching an IR vid pretending she is the wife being blacked. Molly has asked me that if she does consent when I watch her she wants me stroking, being erect at all times, letting her know I'm appreciative of her actions accepting black men into our marriage. If I cum, there goes the erection, and Molly's validation. I don't want to disappoint my wife."

"So how do you masturbate following Tantric practices, Keith asked interested in what my answer would be.

"Slow long steady strokes covering the length of the penis and also the balls, and when you feel you are about to cum squeeze the tip of your dick hard. There are other ways to pull back but that works best for me." I informed.

"Always remember the Golden Rule of Cuckoldry, Keith," leaving the sentence hang.

"Which is?"

"The cuck always cums last, and most." (having built up a chronic case of 'blue balls')

"Interesting, but I still would rather get my dick wet and cum in some strange pussy than play with myself and not even jack-off. The way I see it, if Jen gets to have fun getting fucked by some strange dick, I should have the right to have fun fucking and cumming in a strange pussy." 

"Each to his own. Hey, look on the bright side of this weekend, Jen owes you one. If you ever get the chance to role around with four women, there is no way she can tell you don't do it." I laughed, "Have you thought about trying to make it with either Barb or Marge and there husbands?"

"Both are much to heavy for me, they must be a size 10 at least if not 12. I go more for the catwalk model look, like Gwen...or Molly. I'd do Gwen in a heartbeat but given the situation I'm sure the Mandingos will not let her out of their sight until she takes the cab to the airport."

I didn't say a word, knowing what Keith would say next.

"That leaves Molly. Would you be receptive to Jen and I taking Molly and you out to dinner tomorrow night? I'd really like to get to know, in the Biblical sense, your wife."

"So, just for the sake of argument, if we were to go out with you how would it all play out?" I asked.

Really I have no clue, there are seven different outcomes are possible, your guess is as good as mind which one will happen: 1) none of us hit it off, 2) I hit it off with Molly, but you don't with Jen, 3) we all hit if off, 4) I don't hit it off with Molly, but you do with Jen, 5) I hit it off with Molly and so does Jen, 6) you hit it off with Jen and so does Molly, lastly, Jen and Molly hit it off and want nothing to do with either one of us!

"That's a fucking lot of 'what ifs', the nice thing about being an IR cuckold is there are only a couple of possibilities...Molly either gets fucked by a black man or she doesn't." I laughed.

"Would you at least run it by Molly, also you'll see Jen in action tonight and if I know my wife when she gets turned on you'll want a piece of that tomorrow night for yourself cuck or no cuck."

"I promise I will, now let's sit on the couch and watch our wives enjoy the company of their soon to be black lovers."

What Keith just proposed really started me thinking. Would I really like to fuck Jen? I watched her in the company of three Mandingos laughing, smiling, being animated and having a really good time being with them and enjoying their company. Jen was ten years younger than Molly, and had two boys back in Toledo that played little league baseball. Yes, Jen would be exceptionally fuckable, but did I want to fuck her?

Then the question arose in my mind...'Do I want Molly fucking white guys?' From Molly's point of view, it's how nice the guy is not the color of his skin that makes him attractive to her. Keith is a good looking guy who is also ten years younger than Molly. So I'm wondering how would Molly take all of this? Would she be okay with me fucking Jen, or would jealously get in the way? How about if we didn't go all the way with each other's wife and only did hand and oral sex?

My fucking head was spinning so I blocked the whole Jen and Keith deal out of my mind and concentrated on my wife talking to two Mandingos both with their arms around her waist and their hands resting half way on her dress covered ass cheeks the other half on her bare butt.

The socializing when on for a good hour with all the Mandingos mingling around making sure they had a good twenty minute or so conversation with each of the wives. Not one of them reached for a tit, dropped his pants, or tried to stick his fingers up inside the pussy of any of the wives. They were taking it slow, being exceptionally friendly, and acting like perfect dates while letting the wives know hot and great they looked.

I noticed what they did do was to always maintain some body contact when talking with a wife, whether touching a leg, arm, hand, waist or neck. This of course made the wives comfortable to the touch of a black man which would obviously lead to more intimate contact as the party got going.

Keith and I took it upon ourselves to act as waiters and bartenders making sure glasses never ran dry. Neither of us entered into any conversation with our wife or any of the bulls. Filling her glass with more wine, Molly thanking me for the refill, just as she would do any service person, and then quickly started talking again with her new black friends. Jen did same with Keith, with Gwen treating us no different than our wives.

Keith and I, for all practical purposes, were invisible to our wives. Tonight they have new lovers who need all their attention...which of course was exactly the way I wanted it. A voyeur feasts on watching others, the Mandingos were the actors and our wives the actresses in this sexual adventure story while Keith and I made up the audience.

After an hour of socializing Y-Man proposed a round of a game called 'Sexy Dice'. The purpose of the game was to move the wives into accepting and imitating sexual foreplay contact with the Mandingos, which would of course then lead to intercourse. There were two dice that made up the game on one die were the words: tickle, kiss, touch, suck, lick and nibble. On the other die: ears/neck, thigh, breast/chest, pussy/cock, mouth, and ass.

The names of all the Mandingos were placed in one cup and the wives another. Without looking, a Mandingo would draw one of the wives' name, throw both dice, and perform what came up for twenty or thirty seconds. When it was a wife's turn she would draw a Mandingo name and do the same.

Now all the wives have had at least three drinks in them and they were the first ones on the floor as they all formed a big circle saying how much fun they thought the game was going to be. Playing party games is a great way to lower inhibitions, since you are not initiating sexual contact...the dice are. The old expression 'the Devil made me do it', can be changed to 'the dice made me do it.'

Sitting on the floor the wives are having a very hard time not showing off their shaved pussies, but made the effort, at least for a couple of minutes anyway, to sit a modestly as they could. The wives interspersed with the bulls as best they could to break the game up rather than have all the bulls and then all the wives take a turn.




TGTBT Ch. 03



Y-Man would go first and then the dice would rotate clockwise. Reaching into the cup, with one hand over his eyes, he announced, "Gwen, this is your lucky night," ever one laughing as he shook the dice and smiled, saying..."Come on. Baby needs a new pair of shoes." and then tossed them into the center of the circle.

KISS / MOUTH...what a wonderful way to start the game I thought.

"Stand up baby," he said to Gwen as he arose and crossed the circle to meet her. Holding her head in his hands he told her she was beautiful and how lucky he was to be standing next to her. Gwen said she was the lucky one and at that they joined their mouths together in a passionate tonguing which lasted close to thirty seconds. Breaking apart everyone clapped and whistled saying that was a 'Hollywood' kiss. I watched my wife's jaw drop open at the same time Gwen's did to receive Y-Man's tongue, Molly obviously wanting to be her.

Bullet then drew Jens name with his the toss of the dice coming up.

NIBBLE / CHEST or BREAST

Jen then stood up and pulled her dress down to show off both of her very nice 36C tits, smiling asking Bullet, "Well, what are you waiting for?" Like a bullet he sprung to his feet and nibbled on each nipple for fifteen or so seconds saying how good her hard nips felt between his teeth and lips.

It was Truckers turn next and as luck would have it he pulled Molly's name. Shaking the dice for the longest time he looked at Molly intensely as Molly did looking back at him. Calling out, "Hot dice, are mighty nice," he tossed them the roll showing.

SUCK / PUSSY or COCK..."Yes, yes, yes, Trucker called out.

Not getting up nearly as fast as Jen, everyone was clapping as Molly stood up so she could raise her dress. Slowing, like a stripper, she inched the purple liquid dress higher until the bottom of her pussy crack showed. Stopping, I told her to show ever one what she had done this afternoon. Smiling, not at me but at Trucker, she then pulled up the dress to show off her spade designed public hair.

All the Mandigos let out a tremendous roar.

Soldier (Army Green Beret), laughed out loud, "I think Molly wants some black dicking tonight!"

V-8 came back with, "Best greeting card a black man can ever see a white woman wearing."

Trucker didn't bother getting up, crawling over to Molly who he asked to squat down a bit so her pussy lips would open giving his tongue freer access to her womanhood. Once his tongue was inside her Molly looked to the ceiling and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feeling of having part of a black man inside her for the very first time.

Sitting down now, holding my wife by her ass cheeks Trucker stuck his tongue as far up my wife as it would go and then wiggled his head from side to side trying to drive it even still deeper. Molly arched her back, being supported by his hands around her ass, and moaned a low moan. Thirty seconds later Trucker pulled his tongue out exclaiming that Molly had an incredible tasting pussy (which she really does). Sitting back down Molly made no effort in the least to be modest, shooting a shot of her spade ornamented pussy sitting cross legged to everyone opposite her to see.

It was Molly's turn next and she drew the name BigBoy...Oh, my lord I thought. What are the dice going to have her do? Now I'm sure Molly knows why they call him BigBoy, but I'm equally sure she hasn't seen it yet either. Shaking the dice Molly throws...

TOUCH / PUSSY or COCK

"Well it's about time all you women know the truth about me," BigBoy said as he stood up unfastening his pants and lowering his zipper. "My football coach in college named me BigBoy, telling me I had the biggest cock he'd ever seen in thirty years of coaching. I think it's grown a little since then." Slowly he lowered his underwear to expose a 'third arm' with his cock thick enough to sport a wristwatch. Being uncut it really did look more like an arm, missing a hand, than a cock.

Never having seen an uncut cock before, Molly naively asked, "Is that really a cock? It's simply too big to be real? Where is your cock's head?"

"Come over here darling, grab it and let's see what your pretty little white hand can make pop out."

Now on her knees in front of BigBoy both her hands around the massive member just touch each other. Working both hand is a jacking manner Molly noticed clear pre-cum leaking out of a barely discernible hole at the end of his flesh, saying, "It's leaking!" 

"Keep it up baby, it won't be long now. Your hands feel so fucking good."

A couple of more pumps produced a glistening rose colored button which would grow to a mushroom sized cockhead as the foreskin pulled back and then closed over the head. Molly pumped quicker watching his giant manhood grow, smiling at what her hands could do using his pre-cum as a natural wanking lubricant. After thirty seconds BigBoy's massive member stood out at a perfect ninety degree angle from his body a full foot in length and as thick as a wrist. All of the wives had their mouths as open as they could be.

"Have you ever gotten that all inside some one?" Gwen asked, thinking his answer must be, of course not.

"All the time. You'll be surprised what you can take once these other niggers get you worked up good." BB laughed.

Molly surprised me saying, "I can understand pussy sex, we give birth after all, but have you ever had anal?"

"Not nearly as much as I'd like to have, every once in a while a special white wife comes along who can handle me...are you special Molly?"

"I don't even want to think about it right now!"

"Fair enough, but I'm going to be asking you again later...I won't forget."

There is no way in fucking Hell he could fit that in my wife, she has been stretched out for a one and a half inch cock, not fucking three inches. I know nothing is impossible in the world of sex thinking back to vaginal and anal fisting vids I have run across. Still...

The game continued with all eleven playing having a turn. What fun it was to watch the all the wives enjoy their sexuality, completely free of any inhibitions for the night being single and not married. With the foreplay game finished Y-Man came up to Keith and I telling us he wanted us to help the wives dress for the lingerie show. He also asked that we remain in the dressing room during the show helping the women change and also 'freshen them up' between changes.

"What do you mean, 'freshen them up', Keith asked.

"You know man, suck our black cum out of them. After a couple of brothers your wives start getting sticky."

"You got to be fucking kidding me," Keith said with disgust.

"Don't worry Keith, if you don't want to do it, I'll do it all," appeasing him, calming him down. Originally all I wanted to do was watch Molly and not even clean her and now all of a sudden I'm volunteering to clean the lot of them.

This is what happens in a sex adventure, you never know what direction you'll find yourself going...you play it by ear. I also knew Molly wouldn't mind me eating out Jen and Gwen since I was asked to do it, and didn't ask to do it. It was like the dice game, with Y-Man role telling me...EAT / BLACK CUM.

"Spoken like a true cuckold, thanks for stepping up to the plate, Todd. Okay then, after each wife comes out in an outfit a couple of my boys with fuck them and send them back to you for a cleaning and change. Once you have cleaned them for the second time you are welcome to rejoin the party. I've found that virgin wives are sometimes reluctant to go all the way in front of their hubbies for the first couple of times, so you two being out of the room will help them relax."

"Now after they have been fucked a half dozen times they won't care who is in the room watching them. Matter of fact, once you join us I'm calling in some fresh cock to join the party. There are some South Florida Mandingos who found out we are down here and want to party. Your wives will be so turned on by that time they'll fuck perfect strange black men, never knowing, asking, or caring to find out the name of the bull who has his cock inside her. When two group of Mandingo get together we call it cross-pollination," he laughed.

"No problem with the South Florida Mandingos, as long as the wives don't mind, the party just keeps getting better." I said, but asked if someone would be kind enough to take pictures of the wives being blacked for their first time.

"Sure, I'll have Sledge take them, he's the main photographer for our web page with V-8 being the back up. I've hooked up a wide angle closed circuit feed in the bedroom so you can watch the general action. Alright, now I want to both to go into the bedroom at the end of the hall and take along the wives lingerie, I'll send them in as soon as they see all of us naked for a minute or so giving them eight good reasons to act sexy putting on their show. Oh, and take a bottle of scotch along with you, it works best taking the taste of cum out of your mouth."

Going into the bedroom Keith and I laid out all the lingerie matching sets all ready to help them change. In any fashion show there is a great deal of work behind the scenes in getting the models to the catwalk and then helping change them into new outfits in a matter of a few minutes. In addition I had to make sure each was 'clean' not knowing if Keith would cuckold-up and help me out.

Turing on the TV, the wide angle shot covered the entire room, but offered no close up features. Y-Man announced it was time for the Mandingos to get naked and show the wives the reason they came to the party. All stripped with every cock hanging down, not a single erection in the bunch.

"Okay girls it's up to you to get us hard, so go change into something we want to see." Y-Man directed.

We watched as the wives giggled and laughed hurrying into our changing bedroom. Once inside I closed the door and watched as all three stripping naked holding up their first outfit asking the others what they thought. Just like they would attending their junior prom.

Molly of course was in her black quarter cup with fully exposed nipples, open crotch matching panties, garter, stockings, and high heels. Jen was in a see though pink baby-doll wearing matching crotchless panties. Gwen was in a purple bustier that covered up her breasts and a matching garter stocking set, but didn't have any panties on at all showing off her trimmed 'V' bush. 

"So how do we look, boys." Gwen asked with a smile.

"You are all so very fuckable." Keith said.

"Are we good enough to eat"? Molly asked smiling at me telling me Y-Man told her about how I would be cleaning them all.

"You're not upset, are you love." I replied.

"No not at all, just don't enjoy your job too much," she laughed, Y-Man explained the situation and I, along with Gwen, Jen, and the Mandingos, want to thank you for helping us all out so we can completely enjoy the party.

I said no problem to helping out, I'm glad I can do it, but I knew not to say anything about 'enjoying my job'. After all if I said I would enjoy it Molly might get jealous, and if I said I wouldn't that would put the slam on both Gwen's and Jen's pussy, which by the looks of them will taste wonderful once filled with black cum.

"I'm sure Todd with do a great job on us," Jen said. "Frankly Molly I'm just a little jealous of you having such a nice hubby to help out so all of us can enjoy the evening." Jen said smiling at me and giving my cock a quick squeeze through my pants, which Molly saw and smiled at. "Maybe you can convince my husband that eating a black mans

sperm out of his wife's pussy isn't such a terrible thing." 

Keith didn't say a word to any of this looking around the room for something to detour the conversation.

"Very nice TV they have in here, I bet it's a 50 incher," to which no one said anything.

After touching up their makeup and hair they were set to begin the lingerie show. Molly gave me a great big kiss and asked if I was still okay with her going out there knowing of course that she would be blacked fucked many times over before the night was done.

"Silly rabbit. of course I am, now go out there and don't come back until you are carrying a creamy present for me deep inside your pussy or ass. And that goes for Jen and Gwen as well. Oh, and be sure once full you hold it in as best as you can so your not dripping all over the floor walking back in here."

"I love you Todd, and thank you for giving me the sexual freedom 99% of other wives can only dream about."

"I love you too Molly, and your welcome. Now go out there and give them a lingerie show they'll never forget." Opening the door for them each kissed me on the cheek, but not Keith, leaving as wives to return as IR hotwives.

"Looks like you and Jen are hitting it off big time." Keith said patting me on the back.

"She is a beautiful woman Keith, you're lucky to have her. You are the other hand are going to have to 'work' on Molly, if you want any chance at all for tomorrow night to happen."

Both Keith and I sat on the sofa watching the wives parade around the room with all the naked Mandingos sitting down slowing stroking their cocks. Stopping off ever so often to give a brief lap dance which always ended in the bull getting a full erection.

Once all were erect they played a form of musical chairs with each wife mounting a bull in either a traditional or reverse sitting cowgirl. Our wives were giving each a 'hello' fuck (except for BB of course) and then moving on to the next before they could ejaculate building up the sexual tension in their balls.

Taking picture of everything was Sledge. I promised Gwen as so as I had my camera back I'd send pictures of her to her husband Freddie back in London, so he could also be part of her special night.

After each wife had welcomed each bull inside her the bulls except for BB and Y-Man paired up for a game of 'rock, scissors, and paper to see which three would have the honor of claiming a virgin white wife welcoming her into the lifestyle of interracial sex. 

And the winners are...

Torpedo, (served eight years on a submarine) drawing Gwen's name.

Seal, drawing Jen's name, and

V-8, drawing Molly's name.

In preparation for intercourse the couples danced to Marvin Gaye, until the wife broke away leading her first black lover to a bedroom. It was mid-way through the second song that Jen starting things going and by the end of the third song Molly and Gwen had also disappeared along with their lovers. Sledge stopped by our room telling us after the wives get comfortable with their lovers he'll knock on the door and take pictures, so we can enjoy viewing the black consummations.

I always thought I would be sitting in chair next to the bed watching Molly go black for the first time. There is a little empty feeling in my stomach, but also I'm tremendously happy it's finally happening. Sort of like if coming home from work and your wife telling you junior took his first steps while you gone. You wish you would have been there, but happy the little tike is finally walking, knowing you'll be watching him walk around for the rest of your life.

Wannabie swinger Keith ask if I was gay, given all the black cum I would be swallowing. I told him I wasn't since I didn't seek out their there cum as an end in itself, but rather as a means to an end. 

"Huh?" he asked most quizzically.

"Look, I've never had, nor do I ever want to have a homosexual experience...frankly the thought repulses me. I'm as straight as shooter as there ever was. Let's say Molly is out of town for the weekend, there would just as much chance of me soaking my pubes with lighter fluid and setting myself on fire as there would be me cruising a gay bar."

"That said, if I was with Molly and her bull and she wanted to watch me suck off her lover, telling me it would turn her on, I'd do it in a NY minute."

"So eating a black man cum or sucking his dick, is really done to bring you closer to your wife and strengthen your marriage?"

"Bingo." It's a means to an end, not an end in itself.

"Eating black cum will not make you gay anymore than wearing a pink shirt...it's what you fantasize about. I fantasize about my wife with a big black cock nestled in her wet pussy!"

"I think I'm being to see." Keith said in a sudden epiphany. "You do it to give Molly comfort so she knows that her fucking black cocks is what you really want her to do, and you love her for it, rather than simply saying it."

"Actions speak louder than words." I replied with a smile knowing that Keith finally had figured it out.

Looking up at the TV Gwen in on the screen having left the bedroom and is holding her crotch making her way to our room to the applause and whistles of the Mandingos with Sledge following her.

Making the bed ready for her I put down a full sized bath towel at the edge of the bed which she sat on and then laid down. Sledge told me to position her feet also up on the bed with her knees up in the air and spread her legs.

"That's a very nice cream pie forming." he said, "A nice thick one since nobody has cum in three days," as he rapidly snapped pictures.

Raising herself up on her elbows Gwen told us to send some pictures to Freddie asap, so he could have the fun of being here being 3,000 miles away.

Sledge then excused himself saying Jen was very close to cuming so he needed to get some pictures of her with her mouth open moaning out an orgasm.

"My god what a fuck he was." Gwen exclaimed. "I must have cum five times, he hit spots I never even knew existed. I've never had a cock so big in me in my life. I feel so good and so pissed off at the same time that I didn't start going black ten years ago."

"So your not done for the night?" I asked.

"Done? I haven't even started." Gwen then pointed to her cum filled oozing pus that stood in the way of having another black cock inside it.

Going to my knees I spread her legs as far apart as possible and licked by first lick of black cum. Not really bad tasting at all, Gwen's pussy was sweet making the cum taste sweet. Knowing she was in a hurry I put my tongue inside her while sucking to draw the cum into my mouth. A couple of licks around the outside and she was all done in the time of a quick NASCAR pit stop.

"There you go Gwen, all finished." I said as Keith held up her next set of lingerie.

"Thanks Todd, you're a sweetheart," giving me a nice kiss on the lips. "I've got to go, I don't want to keep those hard black cocks waiting. Be sure to text Freddie along with the pictures you send and tell him I'm having the best of time of my life and that I wish he were here. Oh, and if I let them cum in my ass, would you clean that out to?" she asked.

"Sure, no problem, you do what you want to do. I'll take care of anything they put inside you. Now go out there and have some more fun."

After Gwen left Keith turned to me saying, "That was really nice what you did for Gwen and Freddie."

"I didn't do anything that Freddie wouldn't have done if the tables were turned and Molly was in London."

"Did you she how fucking happy she was, if I saw a picture of her in the paper looking the way she did I'd figure she won a multi-million dollar lottery." Keith exclaimed.

"That's what being a cuck is all about, making your wife feel that she is the luckiest woman on the face of the earth. Eating cum is a small price to pay for her to feel that way. And then she returns the favor...Happy wife, happy life."

Hearing applause in the main room Keith looked up at the TV watching Jen making her way to our room telling me to get a fresh towel. 

"Do you want to clean your wife, or should I?" 

"I'm not quite there yet, I'll give you the honor."

Honor? At least he's starting to think like a cuckold I thought as I LOL'ed to myself.




TGTBT Ch. 03



Coming into the room tears were streaming down Jen's face she laid down on the bed with her arm covering up her weeping eyes. I could see it in Keith's eyes that he was worried Seal's cock may have been to large hurting her ripping her vaginal passage. I looked down at her cunt ready to do my task once she stopped crying and told him there was no blood or cum coming out of Jen so it must be something else making her cry.

"What's the matter honey, what happened." He asked.

"I couldn't stop cuming. I just came and came and came. My body starting tingling, even my teeth, and then I quivered all over and finally shook uncontrollably. Honey, I wet the bed. I completely let go with Seal encouraging me to. I didn't even try to stop the flow squirting up high enough to hit the ceiling fan. I've never felt such otherworldly rapture in my entire life. I love you so much for giving me this opportunity to experience complete sexual bliss. I can die a happy woman now."

Keith laughed saying, "You're not dying love, your pussy still has a couple more years of good love making in it before you go." 

Wiping away Jen's tears, I could see tears now running down Keith's cheeks being so happy he could share in his wife's sexual euphoria.

Teasing Jen's pussy now to start the flow so she could return to the game, nothing came out. I asked her if he came inside her and she assured me he did feeling the pulses of his cock sending his sperm deep inside her. 

"I think her plugged her." I said making my diagnosis.

"Plugged her?" Keith asked.

"When a man really wants to make a woman pregnant somehow the last sperm pulse he shoots inside knows to coagulate like a blood clot forming a plug so the remaining sperm is trapped to fertilize the egg. Your wife must have given Seal the ride of his life...didn't you dear?"

"He told me my pussy was magical and I was the best riding fuck he had ever had in his life, but I don't know if all that was true."

"I think he was telling the truth and somehow his sperm knew to plug you up. Now what we are going to have to do is push the plug out so the sperm can flow."

"How in the world are we going to do that?" both Jen and Keith said in unison.

"We need to perform a pussy Heimlich maneuver!"

I answered to their startlement. "Jen you need to push out, like your having a baby. Keith on the count of three I want you to push down firmly about six inches above the top of Jen's clit while I suck as hard as I can. Ready, one, two, three." 

Working in unison we dislodged the plug causing the cum dam to burst and gush into my waiting mouth, taking no more than a couple of seconds. Seal, to his credit, must have pumped into Jen three times what a normal load of cum would be.

Holding the cum in my mouth like a Japanese whore I showed it to them shaking their heads in disbelief at the quantity of cum that came out of her. One good gulp and it was all gone. I licked around the edges of her pussy and gave it a little kiss saying how good it tasted good.

Laughing, Jen said she felt a couple of pounds lighter giving me a huge kiss telling me she owed me one big time and I could have a blow job anytime I wanted. 

"Thanks for the offer, let me check to see if it would be okay with Molly, but for tonight you'll need all the saliva you have for the rest of the Mandingos. We best get you dressed Molly should be coming soon."

Jen again thanked her husband for allowing her to fuck black men and me for cleaning so she could fuck even more black men. Jen was as happy a woman as ever walked the face of the earth heading back out to the lingerie party to join Gwen.

"I'm beginning to see what cuckolding is all about. It's about making your wife happy, and in their sexual happiness we find our own sexual happiness." Keith exclaimed.

"I couldn't have said it better, Keith, welcome to the club. Molly is on her way in now, do you want to do your first clean?"

"I'd be honored."

"Spoken like a true cuckold." I affirmed.

Molly came in put her arms around me and kissed me telling me she has never loved me more, saying she thinks she thinks she has also fallen in love with V-8. Hotwives have an infinite capacity to love and Molly has added the first of many, loves of her life, to the list.

"So you two had fun together?" I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

"Todd the man is incredible. He takes side fucking to a whole new level. First of all he went very slow waiting for me to respond before taking it to the next step. This was a good thing because I was somewhat afraid of the size of his cock, I'm sure I'll be easy to clean." She said as she laid down on the bed and spread her legs.

Both of us looked down at Molly's stretched pussy and it was obvious that of the three V-8 definitely had the thickest cock.

"Molly would you mind if Keith cleans you, this will be his first time." I asked.

"Not at all, but please be gentle, I'm a bit sore down there."

"Don't worry, I will be," he said as he dropped to his knees and gently started to lick up the freely flowing cum while I lay in bed with her holding my wife's hand and stroking her hair.

"So what did he do that was so special after his cock was comfortably inside of you?" I asked.

"He stimulated me everywhere. Laying on my side with my feet straight up in the air, one of his hands was playing with my clit, and the other tweaking my nibbles all the while he was deep kissing me. Any one of the four could have gotten me off, but to have all four happening at the same time...it was the best fuck I've ever had in my life, but this wasn't even the best part."

"Go on." I encouraged her now having my dick out and stroking it to a full erection.

"Just as I was about to cum, he switched hands moving from my nipples to my clit and then with the free hand he stuck his finger in my butt. He called it a cock and finger double penetration. I of course exploded in orgasm and then passed out for thirty seconds according to V-8. He told me I experienced a 'mini-death' orgasm, which was very rare. The reason why I'm so late coming in was that I didn't want to leave his side...your not mad at me are you for falling in love with him?"

"Not at all love. I love you have found a new love, and want you to find many more." I said knowing that a wife turned hotwife will often bond deeply in love with their first black lover. In psychology it's known as transference. The key to preventing problems with this is to have her fuck other bulls as quickly as possible. This prevents all her love from being concentrated on a black cock swung by a specific caring black man spreading it around among many faceless fucking black bulls.

Standing up, Keith wiped off the cum from his chin saying he was done smiling at both of us.

"You best hurry Molly, Gwen and Jen have been out there for quite some time, I'm sure the next round of lovers are starting to get desperate to fuck the lot of you." I told her.

"Can you wait for me?" she asked now looking down at my redhead of a dick oozing pre-cum.

"I'll wait, but when I do cum I'll probably pass out from fluid loss." I laughed, "Now let's get you dressed."

Putting on her red outfit she looked once again incredibly sexy and was looking forward to having a new lover take her. Giving both me and Keith a huge kiss I watched her fabulous ass shift back and forth walking to the party thinking how lucky her next black lover is going to be.

With Molly joining the group it didn't take long for the cup with their names in it to be passed around to the three bulls who lost out claiming them for the first time. 

Sledge pulled out Jen's name, Trucker, Gwen, and Soldier, Molly. All walked hand in hand to different bedrooms and closed the door.

"You know, it really isn't fair." said Keith

Biting on the line, I said, "What's not fair, given that life isn't fair?"

"Women get to enjoy way more orgasms than we do. We are one and done and they are Energizer Bunnies, they keep cuming, and cuming, and cuming. I wonder why that so?"

"Biology Keith. Once the male is finished he needs to get out of the way for the guy. Women on the other hand have to stay hot to accept multiple partners. The guys don't have a clue whose kid it is but stick around in the off chance it's his." Does that answer your question.

"Still isn't any fair." Keith said rather dejected.

"Okay, then just wait for reincarnation when you come back as a wife and bless your lucky stars if you are married to a cuckold." I laughed.

Sitting back down on the bed with Keith I handed him a shot of scotch and toasted him with mine...

"To our wives, may they cum countless times with countless black cocks cuming inside them," touching glasses we both downed the shot. 

"So how did Molly taste?" I asked in a passing sort of way.

"Actually it wasn't bad at all. It's an acquired taste, that's for sure, but something I could learn to enjoy."

"So do you feel like you turned gay?" I laughed.

"Not in the least."

"Here's one for you. Did you get an erection while eating out my wife?"

"Well...(Keith looked up at the ceiling thinking), no. I don't know why I didn't, but I most certainly didn't."

"Well I didn't either eating both your wife and Gwen, but I did holding hands with Molly."

"Next time the wives come in you eat yours and I eat mine and we'll flip a coin to see who does Gwen. I'll give you 10:1 odds we'll both have solid wood after we're done not even touching ourselves."

"I'm not taking a fools bet, I'm starting to get hard just thinking about Jen walking through the door with her present for me." Keith laughed.

"So who would you rather fuck tomorrow night, your wife or mine?" I asked.

"Jen, my IR hotwife. I always want to keep her a IR hotwife and never turn her into a swinger wife. I've come to realize that wanting to fuck other women is selfish of me and that I should channel my pleasure through the orgasms Jen receives from her black lovers." Keith said, realizing to himself, as he said these words, that he was now an IR cuckold.

"Keith, I want to welcome you into the brotherhood of IR cuckoldry. May you and Jen have decades of sexual excitement and thrills as you encourage her and she accepts black cocks in your marital bed." 

"Thank you, bro, I'm sure we will. I'm already at peace with this knowing it will both simplify and enrich our marriage."

"That it most certainly will Keith, it most certainly will."

"Would it be okay though if Molly did blow me?" Keith asked.

"You two seems to be hitting it off after you expertly cleaned her so I'm sure she would be more than happy to return the favor. Jen of course said she would be happy to do me. The thing is when they blow us they can't be the object of gratification." I said.

"What exactly do you mean?" Keith followed up.

It's okay to have another woman blow you if you are watching your wife being black fucked. That way your wife is the object of gratification not the fluffer wife." I explained.

"That will work for me. Maybe we can even do it tonight!" Keith said excitedly.

"Maybe, we'll see how the night plays out." I replied.

After being with their second set of lover for about fifteen minutes, V-8, taking the photographs since Sledge was fucking Jen, came into the room with the camera.

"Wait till you see these!" he said as he accessed the camera memory.

The first pic he showed us was Gwen riding reverse cowgirl with Trucker's cock balls deep inside her ass! The next was Jen in missionary position with Sledge's black cock buried full tilt in her butt! He then showed me a picture of Molly bending over the bed with Soldier's cock stuffed completely inside her asshole. What made the picture memorable was Soldier smiling into the camera and giving me a thumbs up sign!

"This is to let you know you better get your taste buds ready for some fletching. When your wives come back in here they are going to be completely black cock owned, and you best get use to it." He said leaving the room to take more pictures.

"What is the world is fletching?" Keith asked knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from me anyway.

"It's when you suck your wife's lovers cum out of her butthole."

"Okay, that doesn't sound good." He said shaking his head from side to side.

"I don't care how it sounds, I care more about how it tastes. Let's pray that Gwen finishes up first so we can practice on her." I said.

"Speak of the devil, she's duck walking out of her bedroom right now, being followed by V-8 taking pictures of her ass probably trying to capture any butt cum running down the back of her leg." Keith said.

A couple of seconds later Gwen and V-8 walk in the room with him instructing Gwen to get on the bed resting on her knees with her head in her arms. He did this so her butt hole would completely naturally dilate. Looking down inside Gwen's asshole, at least an inch and a half across bordered by cute pink anal fissures made that color by the friction of Trucker's cock, a pool of cum maybe a couple of inches deep had formed.

"I feel like someone who has been given a enema." Gwen exclaimed.

"Truck said he really pumped a huge load into this London tarts ass," V-8 said, "We call him both Trucker, since he drives a truck, but also Truck since he delivers more payload than anyone else, other than of course BB."

"Truck told me he pumped at least seven pulses of cum into her virgin butthole, when he normally does five. He said he could have dumped even more into her but she was screaming so fucking loud cuming that he lost concentration.

V-8 continued, "Y-Man gave the order that all the wives needed to be butt fucked since word is that at least ten Southern Florida Mandingos are going to be showing up shortly. The wives need to do double duty since we are long on poles but short on holes," laughing at his rhyming joke."

"Gwen you're going to have to help the cum flow since your body angle is working against gravity. What I want you to do is give a gentle push like your trying to squeeze one out. Keith, when the time comes I want your mouth next to Gwen's poop shoot to catch it all when it comes out and then snowball it with Todd, each taking half and swallowing it." 

"Since either of you have never fletched before you both need to have a taste of the stuff so you won't be all surprised when it comes flowing out fast hitting your buds hard for the first time. We don't want you guys gaging and tossing your cookies on the floor out there. That would embarrass you, your wives, and also us in the eyes of the Florida boys, with them thinking we can't properly train our cucks. Now stick your finger into Gwen's ass and hook it so you can scoop up some ass cum, and then lick it clean." V-8 directed.

Doing as we were told and with our finger now heavily coated in almost amber looking ass cum V-8 ordered us to lick it clean, which of course we did.

Looking at his clean finger, Keith said, "Not as bad as I thought it was going to taste. Definitely different tasting than pussy cum, with more body combined with a fruity-nutty flavor and additional texture."

I laughed, asking him if he was talking about ass cum or a fine wine, I said it reminded me of warm runny peanut butter. Not surprising Gwen said she had a peanut butter sandwich for lunch the day before...chunky no less.

"Okay now that the cucks have had a taste I want you to gently push it out into Keith's mouth," V-8 instructed with Keith taking his position his mouth an inch or so from Gwen's backdoor passage way.

"Any cum flowing out yet, Keith?" V-8 asked.

"Not a drop so far."

"Okay, Gwen you are going to have to push harder, we have to get you clean and back out there," V-8 said in a voice that expressed urgency as he began taking pictures of the action.

Then it happened...

Gwen's hard grunt dislodged a large fart bubble in back of the cum pool! I really don't have to tell you what happened next, but I'm going to anyway.

Gwen's butt produced the exact same sound as if she had a case of violent diarrhea. Poor Keith, he really didn't know what hit him, it was all over in a couple of seconds. The first second he caught most of it in his mouth, but then instinct took over and he mistakingly closed his mouth and backed away slightly perfectly catching the brunt of the blunderbuss cum slime explosion on his face, neck, chest, and in his hair.

Both V-8 and I were ROFLMAOTIME (rolling on the floor laughing my ass off with tears in my eyes) in seconds.

To his credit, Keith stoically got up, didn't say a word, didn't look at anyone, turned and went into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

"What have I done to that poor man." Gwen cried.

"Nothing to worry about, it will all wash off. The good news is I caught it all on camera (...in movie mode no less, which of course was passed around to all the bulls at the party who also LTAO ending up on an XXX rated video site under the category 'Sex Bloopers' with the title of 'This Really is Dirty Sex,' with over 2,000,000 hits). Todd, lick around Gwen's butt for any of the stuff that didn't land on Keith, she needs to get back out there."

Once all cleaned up I asked Gwen what her third out fit would be, as she took off her black stocking that had dried cum smeared into the mesh. 

"My birthday suit, don't I look good in it?"

"Indeed you do, now go back out there I'm sure there are a bunch of black guys that want to give you a present." I told her.

Sitting on the bed I watched Keith walk out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel. He joined me on the bed watching nothing much happening on the TV in the main room.

He didn't say a word, and neither did I handing him a double shot of scotch which he downed in a gulp giving me his empty glass which I refilled.

"Look," I said, "At times like this it pays to be philosophical," I said. "The worst thing that could possible happen to you being a cuck, happened. After all, how many of us will ever be truthfully able to say we took a full blast of shit stained ass cum deposited by a black guy directly in the face, shot from the butt from some other cucks hotwife."

"Move on with this. You're still here. It's not like you were in a motorcycle accident, lost both your legs and constantly drool because of brain trauma spending the rest of your life in a nursing home." 

Keith turned his expressionless head slowly towards me and said now smiling, "It was pretty fucking funny, wasn't it."

Two seconds latter we were both ROFLMAOTIME, this time so hard I thought my eardrums would burst.

Looking up at the TV Jen is making her way to the room with her hand covering up her butt trying to hold the cum in. The 'Hotwife Pit Stop Boys' (what we starting calling ourselves) have some more work to do.

Rather than coming in crying as Jen the first time this time she came in over animated. Telling us both how great her first anal was and how she wanted to do it again.

"It was a completely, unbelievable wonderful feeling Keith. I discovered and erogenous zone I didn't even know existed...by butt. Sledge said I was a natural butt fuck saying telling me my G-spot was so large that it could be stimulated by going in by back door."

"So he didn't hurt you at all, did he?" asked Keith.

"No not hurt, but there was a couple minutes of discomfort until I stretched to accommodate his cock which fortunately was not all that thick."

"Okay babe, lets get these soiled lingerie off you. What I want you to do is squat over my mouth after I lie down on the bed and please gently push the cum out." Keith instructed, learning it's better to have gravity working for you rather than against in matters like this.

In seconds it was all over with Keith lifting his mouth up to give Jen the bidet treatment with his tongue and lips. Being aware of the taste he showed no sign of revulsion at what he had done. Telling Jen he loved her and was as happy as she was about how wonderful the night was going for her.




TGTBT Ch. 03



"The Mandingos are all just so wonderful I want to take them all home with us," she gushed.

For her third outfit Jen selected the same outfit that Molly will be wearing white stocking, with a white garter and shoes. Looking incredibly sexy both Jen and Keith left for the main room with me to wait and service Molly before we join them.

Laying Molly's outfit on the bed I thought how truly lucky I was to share this adventure with her. Looking up I watched Molly leave the bedroom making her way to me with Soldier right behind her.

Both entered the room with Soldier saying, how Molly gave him the best ass fucking he could remember.

"You have a special wife there Todd. Once she came with my cock buried inside her anal sphincter contracted so tight she literally squeezed my cock so tight not letting go that my balls knew they had to release for me to be able to pull out of her. She had me locked, man, locked inside her and she was not going to let me go until I unloaded inside her, which I'm happy to say I did...big time." 

"So did you have a good time, too love?" I asked.

"Well, I have some good news and some bad news."

"Okay, lets hear the good news first."

"I think I must have cum at least six times and passed out after the last. Every time I came I could feel my sphincter spasm enough to allow another squirt of Soldier's cum to enter me. We had an incredible simultaneous orgasm together matching the number of times I came with the number of shots of cum he deposited inside me." 

"So what's the bad news?"

"Remember the gift I was suppose to bring back to you."

"Yes."

"Well, it's gone."

"Gone where?"

"I pooped it out," Molly said, turning red with embarrassment. "I hope your not mad, given it was my first anal creampie and all."

Soldier came to her defense saying It's not that unusual for a women to lose control of her bowels being fucked up the ass, especially if she experiences a life altering orgasm like Molly did passing out. He said they had plenty of towels underneath them so there was hardly any mess at all, and the chance of it happening again tonight were slim.

"Seems like there is a lot of that happening tonight." I laughed telling them about what happened to Keith letting Molly know I wasn't the least bit upset with her while she changed out of her soiled red lingerie.

I thanked Soldier for taking the time to explain the matter to me and also for the great butt fucking he gave Molly. A wife's first black experience in her pussy and ass will often determine if others will follow. Given the incredible orgasms she felt in both I had no doubt she was on her way to become a black cock slut.

Putting on her whites Molly looked as virginal sexy as the day we were married. This is her third change which means I can now be by her side as she makes love for the rest of the evening with some twenty black cocks out there wanting to find their way into one of her holes. She has been turned out properly and we owe it all to the Dallas Mandingos, who I'm sure she will agree to help tomorrow night after I explain their dire financial situation.

Giving me a huge kiss before we left the bedroom Molly told me she loved me more tonight than ever before. I of course told her the same.

"You haven't cum tonight, have you Todd?"

"Cum? I haven't even been hard except for maybe a minute or so...remember I've been working." I laughed.

"Well your time is coming mister, thank you for being so patient." Molly said reaching her hand down to my crotch making my dick twitch to life.

Together we walked hand in hand down the hall towards the reception for our new marriage as a IR cuckold couple with all the bulls standing and clapping for us while I hummed...'Here Cums the Bride.'