‘Well? Did you enjoy that Hon?’ Vikki stood beside me, hands on hips with a big grin on her face. The stunning blonde’s perfect tits hung from the nurse’s uniform; her lipstick smudged from the wealth of black cock that had abused her mouth that afternoon. I stared back at her although I could hardly speak let alone reply to her question. Her blue eyes where wild with excitement. All the more so for the many dark figures that stood around the apartment. Stripped or shirtless men with half-empty beer cans in their hands and women, clustered around the door and looking on with cruel, satisfied looks on their faces. All eyes trained on the mattress were my wife Kathy was being bred a final time.

Vikki stroked her already pregnant belly and watched the scene close. She knew more than any of us what that day had been about. Perhaps even seeing the look on my face as one reflected many times on her own husband. Bob was stood over Kathy. The camera to his ever eager eye. Capturing the precious mating between my white wife and the current black buck. Grunting and moaning steadily. Her smooth legs expertly pinned back, exposing her sex and bobbed under the steady and controlled pounding. Indeed the last of three newly arrived men was humping her furiously to a climax. Kathy’s breeding had gone far better than any of us had hoped. Anywhere between twelve and fifteen bulls of all ages had been fucking her for well over three hours and there was a strong feeling amongst them that they had achieved their goal. Knocking up a white woman who had set her heart on having a black baby. I couldn’t blame any of them. Not even the women who watched me with evil, content smiles from the doorway.

She swayed on my shoulder as I led her back down the narrow staircase. A sure sign of the strong whisky she had been given to calm her nerves. Having just seen my wife gang-bred I was light headed myself. The short, blue spandex dress she had arrived in returned to her prize figure. Firm, large breasts moving discreetly inside and stretching against the thin fabric. Kathy was so weak I was almost left to carry her. Behind us Carl, the alpha male, suggested that if things didn’t happen for us we should return to him personally. He sounded confident and there was a look in his eye that suggested he too was expectant of success. The sounds of the ghetto apartment block calling out around us as we headed outside into the evening air. It was the first time we had been to this part of town and probably the last. Kathy took small, ginger steps as we walked to the waiting car. She was truly worn out as Bob opened the door and helped me get her into the back seat. I arched my back tiredly. Taking a deep breath of hot, stuffy air. What a day it had been. Now close to dusk Vikki appeared. Beaming broadly, her skirt wafting between her toned tanned thighs as she strode towards us. Her round, neat belly shown off to perfection as a prudent reminder.

Once home, Kathy stayed in bed nearly a full day while I waited on her constantly. The sheer enormity of what had taken place beginning to sink in. Glazed, accepting of the consequences. Actually aching from the session in such a way that I felt some of those studs had rooted her belly too eagerly and too deep with their big, black dicks. Though as the sore, stiffness subsided I felt safe in the knowledge that
my wife had been filled to perfection. The baby-making sperm already going to work in her unprotected womb. She wanted it. Needed it even. The rest was indeed, up to her. It wasn’t easy to admit yet I found it exhilarating. At first she couldn’t get over what she had done. Kathy hadn’t planned on having sex with every man who had walked through the door. An old man and several younger lads had done their part. Though maybe she realised that it hadn’t been her decision. They had used her because they wanted too and deep down she enjoyed that feeling.

A month and first signs later the hospital had the news we all expected. Kathy and I hardly spoke as I drove her for the scan though I could tell she was excited. Having been denied in the past we felt that this was it. I stayed with her. Watching the ultrasound monitor with amazement as the nurse congratulated us and printed off a photograph of Kathy’s unborn baby. A black child. She had done it. She was pregnant. When we got home I sat in front of the television stunned. It had all happened so fast and now there really was no turning back. The first part of our journey had reached a spectacular conclusion. When all this had begun we had sealed a vision. A taboo whereby my wife would take a black man and have his baby. The pictures I had seen on the monitor were so true, so real. The foetus, smaller than a plum though his features where already so well defined. Even then I knew Kathy would make a wonderful mother. I had watched my wife’s face keenly for a reaction though it was hard to read. As she saw that black mans seed growing inside her was she really so ashamed? The father could have been any one of them. I remember saying it over and over to myself before I picked up the phone to call Bob and Vikki. I guess I didn’t know what to say. This strongest of taboos as real as ever.

As I sit here writing this it doesn’t feel like two years. Perhaps I wish there was more to tell though it truth my wife’s term passed perfectly and without complication. Partly due to the problems in our home town we sold up and moved out. I guess there was nothing keeping us there anymore. Bob helped us find a really nice house. Not far from their own and in a similar woodland setting that suited our need for privacy. The house had the extra room we would need for our family. ‘Family’. Kathy was resigned to everything now. Still, I was glad that Vikki was there for her. In honesty our blonde friend could not hide her delight. Despite everything it was shameful thing for a proud woman like Kathy to admit. Our friends where of course eager to stay in touch. They loved the fact that they had introduced us in interracial breeding. Unlike our in-laws from whom we had not heard. Kathy had called them from the ghetto apartment. Spoken to her mother while an aged but eager stud over twice her age was effortless pounding her semen soaked cunt balls deep. It must have been a shock to them. Now they knew of their daughter’s love of black meat. Several people whom we knew shunned us openly in the street and Kathy was ignored in the local mall. I guess my mother in law hadn’t kept the news to herself. She had made it quite clear she wanted nothing more to do with us.

Bob and Vikki where only a short drive or phone-call away. Though she had a head start on my wife the two suddenly found themselves to have a lot in common. I enjoyed very much seeing them together. Especially when Kathy began to show. Exchanging baby magazines and talking almost endlessly on the subject. It was going to be hard work. Though I also enjoyed talking to Bob. Comparing how it felt now our wives where pregnant by other men. I could see the same satisfaction is his eyes. The same pleasure. For Kathy her shame was almost complete to such a point where she had trouble sleeping. More than once she awoke me, groaning and pushing at the sheets with her hands. I had grown used to it and often watched as she relived the vicious breeding.

When Vikki had her daughter that very Christmas it suddenly became so real. Bob apparently cried at the birth, which was very unlike him. Still, I didn’t know how I would react. Kathy was into her eighth month. Her belly tight and round. Swelling with a black child. Every time I looked at her I thought of the ghetto and the rows of horny studs waiting to knock her up. Which had it been? Our friends named their blessing Cassandra. Somehow it truly suited her and Vikki took every opportunity she could to show her off. She was delighted. Having lived a fantasy for real. Kathy’s 30th birthday followed soon afterwards and then, a few short weeks into February, it was her turn. We held hands as the ambulance drove her in. The baby was on its way. After seven gruelling hours my beautiful and special wife finally delivered via Caesarean. It was a boy and we named him Thomas.

Kathy didn’t see anything of black men until much later that year. Thomas was quite simply perfect and from the beginning she was instinctively drawn to him. Seeing them together was a wonderful, almost spiritual experience. His skin surprised me as it was extremely dark. Such a contrast too his mother. Darker than Cassandra whose body was a lighter, chocolate colour. Certainly Kathy and Vikki had not shared the same father. Thomas was as you might imagine, a handful during that first year. Having not seen our close friends for some time it was nice to hear from Bob again. He called one afternoon, asking how we where. Vikki apparently was doing very well. She had been working out and had sent message suggesting the four of us treat ourselves to a night out. It sounded a good idea and I was all for it. Our “breeding brides” deserved it.

That weekend Kathy was bright and expectant. The idea of spending time with our friends appealed to her. We had arranged child-care for Thomas and as I got ready in our bedroom I could hear my wife giving her mobile number to the nanny in case of emergency. She did worry so. That morning, shortly after lunch we set off. Destined to return home the next morning. My wife beside me in the car. Wearing her sunglasses. I remember it was a warm, sunny day. Her dark, slightly curled hair resting neatly on her slender shoulders. She wore a long, ankle length dress. Patterned with small crafted roses. Hiding her lovely, waxed legs and a pair of high heels. A silver locket around her neck containing a miniature photo of Thomas. The dinner that Bob had booked for that evening was to be a formal event and I had brought a suit, Kathy a gown. Both of which lay in the boot of our car. As with all her clothes Kathy had taken great care choosing it. Money was in effect little object if it meant my proud wife could look and feel good about herself.

Vikki was typically out by the pool when we arrived. Her face lit up when we arrived. A tight pair red pants and a yellow blouse covering her shapely body. The blouse was unbuttoned right down and I was surprised she seemed to be showing off so much for a simple afternoon. On first reflection I couldn’t believe how good she looked. Her nipples hard and showing through the top. She had her long hair down over her shoulders, a familiar tan to her skin. Smiling when she saw me checking out her breasts. There was such a composed wickedness in her blue eyes. Kathy noticed me too and gave a sterner frown. I was amazed that even here she could still be jealous. Indeed the blowjob incident at the ghetto with Latysha had taken some considerable time to forgive. Regardless the two women exchanged an embrace.
‘It’s so good to see you’ was Vikki’s welcome, her hand sliding discreetly down onto my wife’s ass.

Being a lovely day we made the most of the sun. Our friends had a table out on the patio with a barbecue and splendid view. Bob had promised to cook lunch and as he did Kathy swam several lengths in the pool. Both Vikki and I watched her. Agreeing privately that a swimsuit complemented her figure very well.
‘She has great tits doesn’t she?’ Vikki sighed. I turned to her and nodded. She couldn’t hide the fact that she admired Kathy. The way she had touched and kissed her in the past was evidence of that. Somehow it made sense and I wondered if the feelings where mutual. I have to admit that it made me excited to think of the lovely blonde feeling my wife’s firm, large breasts more intimately and perhaps sucking her round, flat nipples. I recall those feelings very strongly because with a discreet cough Vikki held my eye. Perhaps we had both been thinking the same.

We ate a terrific dinner. Bob excelled himself, opening another bottle of wine and making sure we where all bright and giddy. Kathy had put on a wrap. Her skin and hair wet as she sat cross-legged and looking as sexy as ever. I ran my finger down her bare arm as she took a sip from her chilled drink. Drawing an appreciative smile from her crisp, perfect mouth. Across the table Vikki held my eye continually. I couldn’t hide how attracted to her I had been over that year. Somehow, even though I was with Kathy I became increasingly aroused by the blonde’s smiles and willing looks. At least my wife didn’t notice it. Then as suddenly and as purposefully as could be I felt Vikki’s bare foot beneath the table. Pushing open my knees and pressing hard against my crotch. To look at her you wouldn’t have thought anything was going on. Harder she squeezed, her toes running up and down my cock.

As it began to grow dark we all went inside to get ready. In the spare room, Kathy sat at the dresser while I struggled with my tie. It had been a long time since I had been to something like this. Sparing no expense Bob had booked us in at the finest hotel in town. Adding jokingly that it was far away from the scene on my wife’s breeding. He added that we would be staying overnight and had taken the liberty of acquiring rooms for us. Kathy did look tremendous. Spraying perfume lightly to her neck as I walked over and ran my hands down her shoulders. The dress was deepest blue. Silky and trim to her figure. Although it fell to her ankles the neckline was wonderfully low. Split down the middle and displaying her breasts perfectly but tastefully. The locket around her neck drawing the eye in the right direction.

The restaurant was classy and obviously expensive. An attendant took Bob’s car to park then we led the two women into the lobby. Kathy looked gorgeous on my arm. She knew how to act and I was so proud of her. Her dark hair looked perfect resting on her pearl white shoulders. The sparkling earrings catching the light perfectly. Surely none of the guests would have expected or even entertained the idea that she was such a slut. The waiter took us to a reserved table. Indeed the place was full. Cutlery tapping and the constant talk of those around me almost dwarfed by the orchestral band with played on a raised platform by a huge staircase. Everyone was well dressed. Like me, Bob wore a black suit and tie. Vikki typically wearing a bright red dress with a large fresh flower, possibly an orchid pinned to the side. She loved to attract attention. Her hair taken across and trailed down one side. Like Kathy, her tits were nicely displayed.

Being together raised old ideas and as we ordered starters my imagination began to drift. I simply loved watching both of them with black men. The contrast in Kathy and Vikki even more noticeable when you talked to them. Vikki the extrovert, blonde, tanned and brash. Kathy quiet and restrained. Even at that moment. Just being with the two of them was a treat. Beautiful women in such different ways. Both moms. In the noise and bustle of the restaurant the scent of Kathy’s perfume and her quiet, polite chatter. My wife put out a finger and traced a nail over the back of my hand. Gazing at me lovingly. She was happy and I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Oh for a well hung stud to stretch those red lips wide and fuck her beautiful mouth deep. Alive with my filthy thoughts I sipped my wine. My cock already stirring as I relived old memories. Perhaps Vikki saw what I was thinking because she shared a whisper with her husband. The realisation that with them, everything was a game.

My suspicions arose when over by the bar; two black men entered the lobby. They wore jeans and shirts that stood out in the well-dressed room. Immediately approached by one of the staff they pointed to our table and were grudgingly allowed to stay. I was surprised they had not been shown out but was pleased they had not. Both where mid twenties with imposing, menacing looks. For now they ordered drinks and took seats at the bar. I had noticed them right away and it seemed many of the other guests had too. How could you not in a place like? We had just finished our main meal and Bob was ordering desert. Kathy flashed a subtle smile at me as she looked across at them both. Seemingly a coincidence though for now we where willing to play along with Bob and Vikki. Bob was talking but his words seemed miles away. I was already imagining those two studs fucking my white wife hard back upstairs in our hotel room. It had been a long time but I was excited and I knew she would not have forgotten the fun we had shared. I would have her keep her dress on for them so that she looked perfect as they pounded their black cocks into her. Maybe I would go and ask? Be in no illusions. I was in fact about to suggest the idea to her when Bob followed my gaze.

‘Shall we tell them’ Vikki said. A grin running from ear to ear. That’s when I knew they had something planned. Bob sighed and rolled his eyes.
‘I’ve a confession to make’ he sighed. ‘Vikki has a new man’. Kathy and I exchanged a look.
‘..and I plan on marrying him too’ she laughed. I was shocked and I saw my wife’s eyes widen. ‘You see..’ Vikki continued, ‘I want another baby and it just wouldn’t be right if you weren’t here’. With a smile the blonde slid her hand across the table, touching my wife’s fingers and clasping her hand. Our friends had always seemed so close. I couldn’t believe it and the revelation took my attention away from the two nearby studs. ‘I love black men’ Vikki sighed, drawing concerned looks from a nearby table. ‘It seems only right that I get hitched to one…at least once. And Bobs been setting it up’.
‘His names Mashudu’ Bob continued. ‘We met him a month ago. You can meet him too if you like’. Vikki smiled and held out what was clearly an engagement ring.

Then Bob turned and waved to the two men. Their faces where eager, hungry and lean. Over they walked. Through the tables towards us. A purpose in their walk like they knew what they where in for and couldn’t wait. Mashudu led the way, closely followed by his taller, darker skinned friend. Already my cock was rock hard. Our friend’s fun running wild as they clearly had plans for tonight. Bob grinned, getting to his feet as the round faced; younger man took his seat. His teeth perfect white and his hair cut very short. Keenly getting an eyeful of his wife’s body. A look which Vikki longingly returned. There was chemistry between them I admit. Something very foreign and undoubtedly African.
‘Kathy…’ our host smiled, turning our attention to Mashudu’s friend. ‘This is Gamba’. I stood up. The strong looking man looking right past me at my wife and enjoying what he saw. Like Mashudu his hair was cut short, the similarity in his face evident though his skin was extremely dark. My heart pounded as Kathy smiled and ran her eyes seductively up and down the composed looking man in front of her. He looked strong and powerful. She liked him, it was obvious and I noticed her swallow dryly as he too admired her body with obvious enthusiasm. Putting out her hand he took it, then my seat beside her.

Bob suggested we leave the four of them alone to get aquatinted and took me over to the bar. I looked back amazed as the two black men began talking to the two stunning, white women. Their poor English obviously restricting though entertaining to them both. The group looked so perfect. Kathy and Vikki chatting, laughing and performing for them. Drawing looks from the other guests that where less than hospitable. I saw how much my wife enjoyed the company though I was not sure how she would have reacted. It was clear Vikki had plans for both of them. Kathy rested her chin neatly on her finger. A trace of a smile on her face. It seemed incredible but Gamba was already eyeing her wonderful cleavage and she seemed eager for him to do so.

‘You know they're from Congo’ Bob said, answering the question that had been on my mind. He lit a cigar. ‘Men looking for Visas into the country. Mashudu came over on a tanker you know?’ I grinned. Bob did have a way of finding people.
‘And what about you getting divorced?’ At this he smiled. I knew it was only temporary. He loved Vikki too much for anything permanent. They where just living out their fantasy. I saw a glint in his eye and asked him just what was going on.
‘I see Gamba likes Kathy’ he said, turning our attention back to the table. With a lump in my trousers I knew what he meant. Wondering for the first time if Mashudu friend needed a visa too.

Tapping out the ash Bob glanced back at the couples and told me that he had a room booked upstairs. They all seemed to be getting on famously. Kathy had never been a slut. Moved by guilt over what she was doing. Unlike Vikki who enjoyed any opportunity to show herself off. A sudden flirtatious laugh proved it and I looked over to see Kathy stiffen in her seat, her eyes bright. Quite amazingly Gamba was undoubtedly feeling her thighs through the dress. Bob noticed it too.
‘There's more’ he grinned. ‘I’ve Mashudu's two brothers and nephew waiting upstairs’.
‘They need visas too?’ I joked. My friend chuckled and shook his head.
‘No. They live at that apartment block I took you too that time. They’re waiting. But we’ll keep it a surprise huh?’

I nodded breathlessly, knowing full well what apartment he meant. Returning to the table where the Kathy, Gamba, Vikki and Mashudu where laughing. The two men where so obviously horny and eager to drill the two women. Gamba's teeth where pearly white against his skin which was near black. He looked quite a figure. Giving me a satisfied almost aggressive look that I can recall to this moment. I could tell Kathy was certainly as interested in him as he was her. Vikki and Mashudu where holding hands still.
‘I think we’d like a room Hon’ the blonde grinned. Completely unfazed by the people seated around us. ‘Mashudu and poor Gamba here are just dying to fuck us’. Kathy would normally have blushed and lowered her eyes in embarrassment. Though I was amazed to see her smile, agreeing with her friend.
‘I think they deserve whatever they want’ she said, putting out her hand and resting in on Gamba’s. Making sure that I saw the gesture and taking it for granted that this black stud was going to end up fucking her. Probably in her fine and expensive dress. For a second I felt dizzy. Seeing my wife hold Gamba’s eye; leading him along was wonderful. My head spinning as Bob led the way to the elevator.

As soon as the doors shut there was no stopping Gamba. The noise of the restaurant long gone. This dirty, black bull wouldn’t be held back any longer and my wife had teased him enough. Kathy smiled as he forced her back against the wall. Slipping his hand readily inside her dress and groped her breasts. First one then the other. He wanted to use her and I could see his cock bursting through his jeans. So well hung, his breathing heavy and hard. His strong, black seed had sat in his balls for long enough and was rightly destined to be pumped into my wife’s fertile cunt. With a gasp he was pulling the dress apart and exposing her completely. Kathy seemed willing to give him whatever he asked for although I admit being sure the elevator would stop and someone would stumble upon us. She seemed to have missed the touch of a black man. Vikki was already kissing Mashudu passionately. Her hand groping his cock while his own stroked her breasts. Bob gave me a smile as Gamba stooped. Putting his big lips over Kathy’s flat, round nipples and sucking them in turn.

It was starting. Another session and the change in my wife hadn’t been lost on me. For perhaps the first time she was eager and perfectly willing. We left the lift. Ahead of us, Gamba led Kathy urgently to the room. Both women’s fine dresses swishing soundly around their legs as they hurried. Vikki sidled beside me.
‘He likes her you know’ she whispered. ‘And she likes him‘. The room was dark and Bob went quickly to the dresser and flicked on the light. Inside where two single beds. Tidily and laid out with white, lace linen. Side by side in the dimly lit room. A portable television stood on a chest of drawers, opposite a small bathroom, which we had passed on the way in. Kathy smiled at me. Her face as crisp and perfect as ever. A smile on her face as she kissed my cheek. Taking a chance I ran my hand over her firm ass. The dress so smooth and thin. Silky to touch. The room was far more modest than the ones we had used in the first two sessions. Though somehow the claustrophobic air added to the eroticism. With a smirk Bob drew my attention to a closed door. Evidently leading to the adjoining room where we knew three more bulls eagerly listening and waiting inside.

Hearing Vikki laugh out loud I turned and saw Kathy kissing Gamba. Their lips met. Hers slender arms around his broad neck while his hands roamed up and down her back. My wife’s eyes closed with need as her black lover made to rip the dress down around her waist. With a croak I stopped him. Implying that I wanted him to fuck her in the dress first. As if agreeing with me, Vikki nodded. She would wait to see her friends lovely body too. Impatiently Gamba half-sneered at me. He wanted to make Kathy his. Quickly he took off his top. He was very well developed and Kathy was eager to satisfy him. She sat on the bed. Her breasts moving lightly in her classy dress as the black stud let his big cock spring free. I’d been right. He was a size. A good eight inches long and particularly thick. The wicked smile on his face not subsiding for a moment.

Breathing heavily he pushed back Kathy’s hair. My wife looked up at him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking firmly up and down. Freeing his heavy balls as his jeans fell around his knees. Submissively she lifted him to her mouth and slid her lips down over his meat. Stretching wide to take him. I watched her blow. Her juicy mouth lovingly sucking her new boyfriends cock. Moving over ever inch as she prepared it for her pussy. Vikki was on her knees, her dress gathered around her as she also gave head to Mashudu. He was quite a size himself though not quite as long as his friend. The fat head of his dick tickled by the blonde’s tongue. Her hair falling into her face as she sucked and groaned. Maintaining eye contact throughout as her head moved back and forth. These native African men where well known for being well hung. Now they where going to root our white wives deep while we watched. Leaning casually on the drawers Bob knew that too.

Kathy gasped. Moaning as Gamba's throbbing dick fell from her trembling lips. He was standing hard to attention. The veins on his long, thick dick standing out. The shaft wet from her mouth. Ready to shove it deep between her legs and satisfy himself. With a glance at me my wife stood. A smile forming as Gamba was already hitching up her dress. Impatient for her cunt. She swallowed, perhaps knowing that having sex with a man she had only just met was wrong. Then turning, she lay back on the bed. Allowing Gamba to climb on and spread her shapely legs apart. They had only recently been waxed and looked so smooth. This black stud pinning them back behind her knees as he positioned himself on top of her. I could hear him gasping and wondered how long since his last fuck? His stiff cock head pulsing, knocking between my wife’s thighs and touching her exposed wet hole for the first time.

As he squeezed home the first few inches Kathy moaned out loud. Looking up at him and gripping his arms as the blackness of his shaft penetrated. Expertly this horny stud pushed again and again. Working her hole open around him. The tightness of her lips around his cock quite a sight. Slowly and purposefully he filled her. The room itself strained with my wife’s groans as drew back and pumped home. Her eyes closed tight and for a second her mouth opened. As if struggling to accommodate him inside. I watched, my own cock as hard as ever as his heavy balls padding and swung between my wife’s thighs. Meeting her harder and harder. His dick forcing into her body. Vikki laughed. Her own dress was around her waist too. Kneeling on the bed. Her high heels exposed as Mashudu took her hips and fucked her from behind. Making her body jerk magnificently. Bob re-lit a cigar, savouring the moment. What a sight this was. Vikki's hair bouncing forward as she grimaced on Mashudu's dick. Her hands holding the grasping the bed tightly.
‘Oh yeah…oh that’s good’ she groaned. The slapping of his balls sounding wet of her pussy for all to hear.

She had not lost any of her enthusiasm. Kathy responded as Gamba showed her no mercy. Her voice almost a whimper as he pounded her with regimental authority. Already I could see just how tight she held his strong arms. The glint of her wedding ring. The shaft of his cock wet with my wife’s pussy juice as he fucked all 8” into her body. From behind the blackness of his cock a real sight as it forced Kathy wide. I loved this. Every moment. Her high heels standing proudly in the air; either side of his black waist and shaking on each stroke. The bed head cracking the wall loudly as he screwed her.
‘Nice ladies…nice ladies’ Gamba gasped, winking at his friend who fucked Vikki with similar impatience. Both men muttered further in their native tongue. Laughing. Gamba’s smile as ever from ear to ear. Even Bob was impressed by the spectacle.
‘Tell him what you like Kathy’ he said.
‘Oh…black cock’ my wife responded, her voice almost drowned by the furious slamming on the bed head against the wall. Indeed, the whole frame was rocking. Kathy’s eyes fluttered and with a groan she came. Her legs stiffened on her orgasm.
‘Thump….squeek..Thump…..squeek..Thump..’ the bed met the wall hard. With a final tightening spasm the bull came. Gasping breathlessly as he shot his load and collapsing onto my wife in a heap.

Vikki laughed again. Enjoying the sight in front of her as Kathy and Gamba’s humping slowed to a halt. Mashudu came soon afterwards. The sweat rolling off his lighter brown forehead. His bride to be lying face down on the bed. Her ass shaking as his hips met her hard again and again. Her pussy taking his length with ease. I wondered if she truly was planning to marry him. To live with him a while as Bob had said. As Gamba climbed off the bed Kathy lifted herself onto her elbows. She watched him favourably and for a moment her eyes followed the horny stud before gazing down between her open thighs. Looking slightly pale from the rigid screwing she had just received. Maybe she could feel Gamba’s warm load sitting in her cunt because she used a finger on herself. Her smile returning as Mashudu brought his wet cock over to her pussy for a sample. As he climbed on the bed Gamba stood in front of Vikki. The blonde vigorously sucked him. The wetness of my wife’s loving hole displayed on his cock. Squeezing down into her throat.

I went to the bathroom. Taking a moment to wash my face in the sink. This was unreal. Yet so good and I was enjoying myself tremendously. All the time I could hear the horny African banging Kathy. The groans and cries in the next room. He fucked her nearly ten minutes. Using her like his friend. Both where so obviously enjoying having two white women to fuck. To wives. Yet Kathy and Vikki where so desperate to be used by them. I passed back and watched Mashudu, pausing regularly as he tried to hold back his load. My wife held his arms. Her fingers torte on his shoulders and a slight grimace on her face. He was big alright. Her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping his cock neatly in her cunt until he finally blew his salty seed into her.

‘I think Kathy’s becoming quite a whore’ Vikki suggested to her husband, giving my wife a wink. I could still see her sitting downstairs in the restaurant. So classy though now with the sperm of two men fresh between her legs. Both Gamba and Mashudu watched her with fascination. Throwing a look to Bob who realised what they wanted. Reaching into his pocket he took out a pair of handcuffs and passed them to Vikki. I was as surprised as any. The normally shiny metal coated with green velvet. Vikki delighted as walked over to the bed. Kathy understood and allowed her hands to be fastened above her head to the rail. The metal of the cuffs rattling the steel as she looked at us. A delicious tinge to her dark eyes.

Mashudu and Gamba where already jacking their dicks and admiring both women. Ready for more white US pussy. I know how much it turned Kathy on to is restrained with two horny black breeders waiting to take her. Though Bob had his surprise.
‘Ladies’ he said, commanding attention. ‘I know two black dicks are not enough for you so I’ve taken the liberty of inviting some friends’. Even Vikki was surprised. Only for a moment before her look turned to one of favourable appreciation. The look on her face substantial and letting me know that she had no idea of her husband’s treat. As Bob unlocked the door the three men walked in. Two where in their mid thirties, though Mashudu's nephew was seventeen at best. They had all be listening keenly. Chomping at the bit, so to speak. The room was suddenly very full and I stepped back to take a seat by the window. The strong lad already exposed. Eyeing my thirty year old wife and stroking his dark pole.

I saw Kathy’s face change as Gamba, nephew and a cousin encircled the bed and quickly began undressing. They had probably dreamed a lot about this. It was already clear that the lad and one of the cousins spoke no English. Their babble somehow adding to what was about to occur. Certainly Kathy was wet and the look on her face showed her desire to take all their cocks deep. The cuffs rattled the bed head as she swallowed and broke into a smile. This was exciting her no end though there was still, deep down some hesitation in the back of her mind. The men ran their gaze up and down her body. Pleased with what they saw. One of them tapping her knee with his brown cock. The elder cousin climbed on the bed. Pushing her legs apart dismissively. Make no mistake. He was in charge. He had his eye keenly on my wife’s big tits. Running his hands over them. Squeezing and lifting through the thin dress. Kathy was helpless but she smiled as two pairs of hands touched and fondled her through her dress. Visibly trembling as one of them roughly tugged at it, the sound of silk ripping and finally coming apart. Grinning he tore the dark blue dress wide. Exposing my wife big, firm tits and moving his cock towards her welcoming cunt.

Vikki was entertaining Mashudu and the other cousin. Both encouraging her to suck and blow them. Already her lipstick was smudging. Her eyes a little wet as they unfastened her dress and gently slid it to her waist. The blonde’s lovely tanned tits where a welcome tight and both men teased her by sucking and kissing a nipple each. Making her laugh and sigh. All the time her hands touching, stroking and loving their dicks. Glancing at her partner she too climbed onto the bed and opened her thighs. Her cunt looked moist and inviting. Smiling as the nearest stood mounted her and began driving in. The bed cracking the wall violently as he forced Vikki’s legs apart with his big dick. Meanwhile the young lad was eagerly getting a good feel of my own wife’s cleavage. Despite his age he showed no respect and knew how to use a white woman. Pushing his cock into her mouth. Spreading those red lips and forcing his dick to the back of her throat. Kathy’s eyes where wide. Staring right ahead. Croaking and groaning due to the cousin pumping her balls deep. Pausing he withdrew, jacked and inserted effortlessly once more.

I had seen how black men enjoyed my wife beautiful white body in the past. Seeing them clustered around, vying for her mouth and pussy was really something. Kathy groaned under the strained, firm strokes he gave her. Levelling to another orgasm that left her almost helpless. Though her mouth was turning this way and that to take the nephew and the cousin. The men laughed, enjoying a joke. Then the man came, blasting his sticky load up my wife’s cunt and pulling out for Gamba. The sudden onslaught was too much though. As if straining the lad’s knees seemed to buckle. He pulled from Kathy’s mouth, grasped his slippery cock lurched forward and blew his load over her tits. Again the men laughed. The lad gasping as his mess trailed right over my wife’s magnificent cleavage. The sticky strands crossing from one breast to the other. She smiled, taking part in the joke and partly amazed at the huge load.

My wife’s tits bounced as she strained under the onslaught of black cock. Already their come was leaking out of her. Running and dribbling down her crack and around Gamba’s girth. Being met by a pair of heavy black balls that slapped nosily against her.
‘Making baby batter?’ Bob grinned a smile spread over Kathy’s face as she enjoyed the warm sticky feeling filling up her body. Pushing back her hair Vikki stood. She looked over to the single bed. The moaning of my wife as she took the latest dick. The elder cousin pulled out. The sweat collecting on his forehead. His brown dick streaked with fresh semen, the rest of which was sitting and flowing from my wife’s hole. Kathy blinked, tugging against the handcuffs and gasping. For a moment I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Vikki smiling, climbing onto the bed and putting her face quickly between my wife’s open thighs. Bob smiled but he hadn’t expected this. I watched Kathy groaning, the cuffs clanking on the bedrail as her sperm filled pussy felt her best friends tongue.
‘Does that taste nice Hon? Bob swallowed. Even the men where watching, enjoying the scene. Kathy’s legs stiffened as she came. Lifting off the bed as Vikki finally sat up. Her lipstick smudged with sperm around her mouth. Yet her eyes where bright. She had lived out a fantasy of her own. Raising her hand and fondling each of my wife’s breasts in turn.
‘Hmm…Use this white whore’ she sniffed to Gamba as the stud approached.

Vikki was taken by the arm. Rolled to her knees while Mashudu fucked her from behind. His big balls swinging and he drove on. All the men spurred on by what they had just seen. Already Gamba was making good on his word. Humping up and down. His cock spreading my wife’s warm, unprotected cunt and his balls flapping mightily against her. Glanced over his shoulder he cast a wicked grin.
‘Ok lady’ he said with his thick accented voice. ‘I shut enuf up you pussy yeah. I gonna come on you face’. Gasping he pulled out. His deep black cock slapped into his palm as he knelt over. Kathy shut her eyes. She would have let him do anything. Though she shuddered and coughed as three squirts of thick sperm belched heavily over her. The warm splatter streaked up her cheek, over her eye with the final blasting into her dark hair. It sat there like glue. I was amazed and so hard. As Kathy blinked open, her left eye half closed with jizm she smiled.

Seeing both our white wives used this way was terrific. I knew I’d love to see a lot more of Gamba. His cum looked perfect over Kathy’s face. He knew just had to treat my beautiful wife and it was obvious that he liked her a lot. Vikki had been right about that. It wasn’t just that she was white either. More that she was such a slut. The 17-year-old lad was clambering onto the bed as I thought this through. Penetrating and drawing a smile from my wife’s mouth. He was certainly a snug, tight fit and Kathy liked it. A glazed but satisfied look in her eyes. Perhaps she wanted another nice big load pumped into her cunt. The lad managed three or four minutes of humping before he did just that. The handcuffs rattling the rail as she he gave her the brunt. As he pulled out I was amazed to see his black cock white with patches and globs of semen. As if appreciating the fact Vikki called to him, pinched his cock and put it in her mouth. She blew hard, making his knees wobble as the spunk came off in a ring around her mouth.

As she did so Bob unchained Kathy and let her through into the bathroom. She returned several moments later. Naked but for her high heels. Standing between Mashudu and the elder cousin while the two men ran their hands over her body. The second cousin lay on the bed. His cock standing up in the air. With an air of satisfaction Kathy climbed astride and slid her pussy down over him. I watched as she groaned, rocking her hips. His heavy fat balls against her. Those lovely firm breasts in two black hands. Controlling the strokes she bucked and came again in no time. Vikki copied her friend. Sitting astride Mashudu as he gripped her ass in the firm hands. Both women’s pussies sliding up and down dark cock. Bouncing and screwing them both. It was then, as Bob and I shared a drink that a knock came at the door. Bob went to get it and obviously tried hard to conceal what was going on behind him. Vikki actually reached orgasm, trembling as she came. With a red face Bob returned. Apparently there had been complaints about the noise. I chuckled. How could you have a gangbang in private?