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My Wife's Scheming Friend


I was delighted when my darling Irene agreed to marry me. A pretty redhead with
a gorgeous figure and long shapely legs, she was everything I ever wanted in a
woman. The only slight problem at the time was her friend Anita. Oh, she was
nice enough, intelligent, quick witted and pleasant. I would describe her as
homely, with rather fat legs and a very big ass.

The problem was that Irene and Anita had been friends since childhood, and did
everything together. This meant she was always around while Irene and I were
dating, and after our marriage spent a lot of time at our house. I found out a
little later that Anita was a lesbian, and had hopes of getting it together
with my wife. When Irene and I became close, her attitude to me changed and she
began to put me down. This was done as a joke when Irene was around, but much
more nastily when we were alone.

The situation I am in now all started when I became impotent a few months ago
due to ill health. Anita revelled in this, telling me I was no longer a man and
encouraging Irene in my presence to find a man who could satisfy her needs. For
her part, Irene was sympathetic at first, but as her frustration with me
increased she joined with Anita in calling me names like wimp and eunuch.

I suppose it was inevitable that Irene would have an affair, and it turned out
that Dan, a stockbroker who had been giving her advice, sweet-talked her into
his bed. My wife made no secret of the relationship; in fact she flaunted it in
my face taunting me about my limp dick and his stiff, satisfying cock. I was
soon made to do things for Dan, like washing and ironing his clothes or
cleaning his car, while he fucked my darling wife soundly in the marital bed.
Anita gleefully joined in; saying what real man would stand by while another
man fucked his wife.

In an attempt to stay close to my wife, I offered to go down on her, in order
to give her pleasure. She agreed that I could, but I would no longer be allowed
to kiss her, as she would not allow her lips to be touched by someone who
sucked pussy. From then on, I regularly sucked her to orgasm, and noticed that
her climaxes were stronger when I was made to suck Dan's cum out of her after a
session. Anita called me a sick pervert for just wanting to go down on my wife,
particularly when another man's cum was running out of her.

It was shortly after the affair began that Anita introduced Irene to a couple
of black sites on the Internet. They began looking at pictures of naked black
guys with huge erections, having a good laugh about them. Irene taunted me
about this also, making me look at the pictures and asking me how I would feel
if she took one of those huge weapons into her pussy. I knew from the sparkle
in her eyes that the idea appealed to her greatly.

The whole situation was causing me great concern, and I decided that I would
have to have a serious talk to Irene to bring my fears out into the open. I
asked Anita to leave us alone, and poured my heart out to my wife.

My big mistake was telling her that I thought that Anita was a disruption in
our marriage, and she should break off contact with her. I also went on to
voice my concerns that taking a big black cock may damage her, and said I would
be quite willing for her to carry on her affair with Dan. Irene listened
without interrupting, and spoke to me when I had finished.

"Chip, how dare you suggest I break off my friendship with Anita," she began.
"I have known her a lot longer than you, and if anyone goes, it will be you not
her. You also have a nerve telling me I can continue my affair with Dan. It is
no business of yours who I take to our bed when you are at work. As regards
black men, I am very taken with the idea, and am seriously thinking of finding
a black stud with Anita's help. Talking of Anita, I will be telling her all
about this conversation. So you will beg her forgiveness for the things you
have said, and be extremely pleasant to her in the future. I will be asking her
to move in with us, and intend that she will have as much control over running
this house as I. That means you will obey any instructions she may give you. If
you don't like it, you can leave."

I was shocked and distraught at my wife's words. How could she give Anita so
much power over me? I was no longer master in my own home. With great
trepidation, I went to Anita and grovellingly apologised for what I had said,
and asked for her forgiveness. It pained me to have to do this to a woman I now
detested. She listened with a look of contempt on her face, and then began her
tirade.

"You know I am a lesbian, and you know that I wanted Irene for myself. But you
had to come along and ruin my chances, didn't you limp dick? Well you will pay
for that heavily. I am going to see that your life changes over the next few
months. For a start, you will no longer sleep with Irene. You allowed yourself
to become impotent, and permitted and approved of getting another man to fuck
your wife for you, as you are incapable of satisfying her properly. Well just
wait till I convince your darling wife to sample those big black studs. Then
you will see what a real, virile man looks like. I have been close to Irene,
and we have shared our lives for a lot longer than you have been married. I
have nothing but contempt for you, and I am going to make you suffer. I am
going to break you, and turn you into a cuckold wimp slave to Irene and me. At
the same time, I am going to see that she becomes a slut for black cock. You
are history, Chip, you will spend the rest of your life being humiliated,
degraded and hurt, physically and mentally by both of us."

And so it began. It was just a few days after Anita moved in, that she
mentioned to Irene that she had heard about a club that was predominantly used
by young black men. She thought it was a good idea for the two of them to go
along the following Friday to check out the talent.

Friday evening came, and Anita and I were sitting in the lounge, waiting for
Irene to get ready. I must admit Anita looked very nice, she had made an effort
even though she was not looking to score herself.

"Your life could change forever tonight," she began, with an evil grin. "If
Irene finds a handsome young stud and brings him back here to fuck her, she
will probably never take a white cock again!" Her cruel words brought a sick
feeling of jealousy to my stomach.

Finally, Irene came downstairs. I was shocked at what I saw; she had taken
great care with her hair and make up, and was wearing a tiny black dress I had
never seen before. It was low cut at the top, showing a lot of bosom, and it
finished just a couple of inches below her pussy, showing off nearly all of her
shapely white legs. The outfit was completed by very high-heeled black shoes.
She could not have made her intentions any clearer if she had had "Fuck me"
stamped on her forehead. She ignored me, and went straight over to Anita.

"Listen," she said. "If I am going all out to find me some young black meat,
should I take my wedding ring off?"

I was devastated that my wife was considering denying our marriage, in order to
entice a young black man between her legs.

"Oh no, no," Anita assured her. "They love married white women. The mere fact
that you are there alone indicates that you have an inadequate wimp at home,
and they are only too pleased to do their job for them. They also love the
husband to be fully aware of what is going to happen, so if you find someone
tonight, bring him home and flaunt him in front of Chip."

"Good idea," my wife agreed with a smile.

With that, the two of them left for their night out. I could not relax all
evening, my jealousy making me feel ill. I kept getting pictures of my
beautiful wife being held close by some young black stud, possibly kissing him
passionately on the dance floor, as he pushed his growing erection into her
soft, willing body.

It was after twelve when I heard the front door open. Anita came into the
lounge first, smirking, followed by a tall, well built young black of about 19
with his arm around my tipsy wife.

"So this is the limp dicked wimp you have been telling me about Irene," he
laughed, as my wife looked at me triumphantly. "Well don't worry whiteboy, your
wife will be well looked after tonight!"

"He's right," agreed Irene, rubbing her hand up and down the front of his
trousers. "I had a sneak preview of what Jason is going to give me in the car.
Your unfaithful wife is in for a torrid night, and will have a well- stretched
cunt by morning!"

The words cut me like a knife, particularly as Irene rarely used such explicit
language.

"Come on Jason," she urged her soon to be new lover. "I am soaking wet between
the legs, I need that horse cock inside me right now!" With that she grabbed
his hand and practically ran up to our bedroom with him.

Anita looked at me with pure pleasure written all over her face.

"You will come and sleep in my bedroom, next to them," she ordered. I want you
to hear everything he does to her."

We went to Anita's room, and at her instruction both stripped naked and got
into bed. I knew she did this with the express intention of increasing my
already unbearable frustration. We lay there, and all was quiet for a while.
Obviously they were engaging in leisurely foreplay. I pictured Irene with her
lips stretched around the young man's thick cock as she willingly sucked on
him, while he mauled her superb tits and fingered her juicy pussy.

Eventually, I heard a loud cry from my wife, half pain half pleasure. Jason had
obviously shoved his cock deep into her. I soon heard the bedsprings going,
slowly at first, then building up as he fucked Irene harder and faster. All the
time this was going on, she was whimpering and sobbing. She was saying words to
him I could not make out, obviously urging him to take her to even greater
heights of pleasure. After what seemed like an hour, with Irene's cries
becoming louder and more urgent, she finally screamed out the loudest orgasm
she had ever had. I had never heard sounds of that volume or intensity from her
all the time we had been together.

"You really have lost her now," Anita whispered smugly. "You know the saying
about once they have had black, they never go back." I knew she was right, and
began to sob, much to Anita's amusement and pleasure.

"Those two have made me wet," she announced. "Get your stupid head between my
big thighs, and suck me till I come, cuckold."

I sucked and licked the bitch's cunt for half an hour, before she had her
climax and then turned over to sleep. I lay awake for ages, frustrated and
jealous, until I finally drifted off.

I was awoken roughly by Irene next morning. She was wearing her sexiest short
black night-dress, and I could not help but notice that she had love bites all
over her neck.

"Come on," she urged. "I want you to watch while I kiss my wonderful new lover
goodbye. You heard what he did to me last night, and I want you to see how
grateful I am. Don't bother to put anything on."

I followed her downstairs, and noticed Jason standing, fully clothed, by the
front door. I felt extremely stupid and vulnerable standing there, as she threw
her arms around him and began giving him deep, open mouthed kisses. She was
showing a passion she had never shown with me, even in the very early days of
our relationship. Every now and then, she would break off and talk to me.

"Isn't he beautiful?" she would say. "Isn't he a real man?" I could only nod my
agreement miserably.

The kissing went on for about ten minutes. Eventually Jason put his mouth to my
wife's ear, and told her to take his cock out.

"Oh God Jason," she gasped, reaching for his fly. "You can't possibly be ready
to fuck me again!"

As she lovingly stroked the massive weapon, it was obvious that he was more
than ready. I had a huge lump in my throat as I was forced to watch him slide
his cock between my wife's legs for the umpteenth time.

"Oh Jason," she gasped. "I will never get tired of the feeling I get when you
push into me. You stretch my cunt to the limit, and I can almost feel you
touching my womb. That's it, fuck me in front of the useless wimp, make me cry
again like you did last night!"

I had to stand there as Jason again made Irene whimper and cry, before swearing
out yet another powerful orgasm as he shot another load of black cum into her
more than willing womb. They kissed passionately again, before he finally
withdrew. They agreed to meet again very soon, and he left. With Jason's cum
starting to run down her leg, Irene slipped off her night-dress.

"Look what that horny bastard has done to your wife's tits," she boasted,
revealing dozens more love bites over the breasts I had for so long considered
my sole property.

Irene then marched me into the lounge, where she sprawled in the armchair her
legs wide apart.

"Get down on your knees, and suck my new lover's cum from my pussy," she
ordered. "And you had better get used to the taste, you are going to be eating
an awful lot more of that in the future!"

With a heavy heart, I got down and began to suck my wife's juicy slit. I was
well into it, when Anita emerged in her robe.

"From what I heard, it was a great success," she observed.

"Oh yes," gushed my wife. "It was fucking wonderful! I have never been fucked
so well or so often in one night before. I am falling for Jason in a big way.
His is the only cock I want or need. I made Chip watch as he fucked me by the
front door. You should have seen the wimp's face, the jealousy and frustration
in his eyes. It turned me on even more, knowing how much it was hurting him. I
thought he was going to burst into tears at one point!""

"Oh he will shed many, many tears in future," Anita assured her. "I will see to
that!" The two women laughed aloud at the prospect of having me shed tears of
abject misery.

After they dressed, Irene and Anita went out for a day's shopping, telling me
to tidy up the place and prepare an early evening meal. It was almost ready
when they returned, carrying several bottles of wine. We had dinner in virtual
silence, and after I had washed up, I joined them in the lounge where they
continued to knock back the wine.

"You know Anita," Irene began. "Now I have had Jason, and know what great sex
is really like, I just want to make Chip suffer badly for all the lousy fucking
he has given me over the years."

"I quite agree," replied Anita. "I have a few ideas."

"Great," said Irene. "But first, I must go for a pee."

"Why bother to go upstairs," countered Anita. "He's got a mouth, make him drink
your piss!"

"Oh yes," gasped my wife. "What a great way to humiliate and degrade him, and
show the contempt we have for him!"

Anita ran out, and came back with a large rubber mat, which she spread, on the
carpet. She ordered me to sit, and rest my arms on the mat behind me. I was
then ordered to tilt my head up and open my mouth wide. Irene looked flushed
with excitement, as she slid off her panties and straddled my face.

"Oh Anita," she exclaimed. "This morning, I made him watch while I cuckolded
him, and now I am about to piss in his mouth! How low can he sink?"

"You will see very soon," answered Anita ominously.

Irene began to slowly let her stream of piss fall into my mouth, making sure I
swallowed it all. The two of them sniggered as I constantly gagged on the foul
tasting liquid. When she had finished, I was made to lick the last few drops
from her pussy before she sat down. Anita removed her panties, and put her face
close to mine.

"The bad news is," she smirked. "Is that I need to take a shit!"

"Oh God!" gasped Irene. "Are you really going to shit in his mouth?"

"I certainly am," confirmed Anita. "I have taken a lot of shit from him, now he
is going to take a lot of mine, and eat it!"

She lowered her big arse above my mouth, and ordered me to part her cheeks.

"Get your tongue in that hole," she commanded. "As deep as you can, coax all of
that shit out of me!"

I probed her foul tasting hole with my tongue for a couple of minutes, until I
felt something pushing against me.

"Here it comes Chip, open wide and enjoy!"

I was hit by a dreadful smell, as I watched a huge log slide out of Anita's
backside and into my mouth. That was bad enough, but I was not prepared for the
foul taste as I closed my mouth. I began to retch violently.

"Go on Chip," shouted Irene. "Eat Anita's shit. Chew it properly and swallow
it. I hope you find it disgusting, because from now on we are going to make you
eat all our shit and drink all our piss!"

After just one lump, I was dreading the thought of this, and by the time I had
swallowed the further two logs Anita gave me, I was feeling really ill. With
great relish, Anita told me to hold still, as she washed down her shit with a
bellyful of her piss. After this, I vomited violently over the rubber mat.
Irene told me to hose it down and dry it. I then had to bring it back, as I had
a lot more piss to drink from them both that evening. Finally, well pleased
with the evening's fun, the two women went off to bed, leaving me to clean
myself up.

Next evening, now very keen on the idea of abusing me, Irene asked Anita what
they should do that evening. Anita decided physical pain would be a good idea,
and Irene readily agreed. I was made to stand directly in front of my wife,
totally naked. Anita had taken a thick leather belt from my wardrobe, and was
poised behind me. Irene's eyes were shining, as she contemplated the pain her
friend was about to inflict on me.

"A practice stroke, I think," said Anita from behind me.

Irene was watching intently, as I heard a swish before I felt the belt hit
viciously into my naked flesh. I screamed in agony at the pain.

"I will stick my panties in his mouth, if you want me to dull the sound,"
suggested Anita.

"No," said my wife. "Let him scream, I want to hear the full extent of his
agony. Hit him as many times as you like Anita, really hurt the bastard for me.
I want him sobbing and begging for mercy."

As Anita prepared to flog me, Irene slipped off her panties, and began playing
with herself, in anticipation of what was to come. Anita did not disappoint
her, she must have hit me 24 times, as I did indeed sob and beg her to stop.
When she finally did, Irene was still frigging herself frantically.

"Anita, I am nearly there," she gasped. "Do me one more favour. I want you to
knee him in the balls just as I come!"

Anita stood in front of me and ordered me to spread my legs. She put her hands
on my shoulders, and placed her fat right leg between mine, awaiting Irene's
signal. My wife, her fingers a blur, gasped louder and louder, until finally
shouting "NOW!!"

Anita pushed down, and brought her knee up savagely into my balls, lifting me
off the ground. I thought the whipping hurt, but was not prepared for the pain
Anita's knee gave me. I screamed a split second before Irene screamed out her
orgasm, and dropped to the floor holding my aching balls.

"Look at him squirming there," laughed Irene. "I love it, I love seeing him
hurt!"

I went to bed that night, my back red raw, my balls aching like they never had
before, and the sound of the two women's cruel laughter ringing in my ears.

The following Saturday, we were all invited to a party at Jason's mother's
house. When we arrived, it struck me that the three of us were the only white
people there. There were about twenty other people, split equally between men
and women. I was introduced to Jason's mother Ruth.

"So this is the white wimp my son is standing in for," she said in a loud
voice, causing laughter from all the assembled black people, as well as my wife
and her friend. Nobody laughed louder than the two young girls stood behind
Ruth. They were her daughters, Amy, 16, and Jane, 17. They may have been young,
but I could see they were not innocent. Both had voluptuous figures, with large
tits and long, strong looking legs. They were also both extremely attractive.

Ruth explained that the girls had been looking forward to my visit, as they
enjoyed having fun with wimpy white boys. She asked if they could take me
upstairs and play with me.

"Of course," agreed Irene. "And don't worry girls, there's no chance of you
being raped!"

"No," laughed Anita. "He can't even get his tiny dick to stand up!" More
laughter all round.

I was taken to the girl's bedroom. They stripped off, and told me to do the
same. They both looked absolutely stunning with their ebony skin, but my cock
did not stir. The older girl took hold of my lifeless dick.

"So, my brother is fucking your wife," she observed. "Not really surprising is
it with this tiny limp thing hanging between your legs!" I blushed at the young
girl's insult.

The younger girl started firing questions at me. "Does he make you watch while
he fucks her? Does she tell you what a useless cunt you are while he is ramming
her? Do you have to suck his cum out afterwards? Has he made you suck his cock?
" I felt myself getting redder and redder as they giggled girlishly at my
discomfort.

Their fun then began in earnest. I was pushed to the floor, and made to get in
position to receive a large volume of piss from each of them. Their curly pubes
tickled my lips as they straddled my mouth. I was then made to thoroughly lick
both their pussies and arseholes until they were satisfied. After that, they
called downstairs to someone called Lennox. A young, effeminate looking boy,
probably a little older than the girls appeared.

"Lennox is gay," explained Amy. "And he is very partial to having a whiteboy's
mouth around his cock, so you are going to suck him off."

I pleaded with them not to make me do this, but to no avail. Lennox released
his impressive sized cock, and thrust it towards my mouth.

"Suck it whiteboy," he snarled. "Swallow my load!"

I sucked on the boy's cock, hoping he would come quickly. He did not, it was
about fifteen minutes before he groaned and emptied his balls into my mouth,
with Amy and Jane clapping and cheering. Lennox then zipped up and left the
room.

"Just before you go," Jane said. "Have you ever eaten shit from a young black
girl's arse?"

I told her that I had not, and was informed that I would be eating from both of
them before returning to the party. Totally humiliated, I knelt behind both
teenagers and received three large logs from each of them. With great
difficulty, I chewed and swallowed it all, to squeals of delight and laughter
from both of them. I ran to the bathroom after cleaning both their backsides
with my tongue, and puked up the whole filthy mess. I cleaned up, and was
allowed to dress before they took me back downstairs.

Ruth immediately noticed my green complexion.

"You bad girls," she laughed. "Have you been making this poor whiteboy eat your
shit?"

"Yes Momma," enthused Amy. "And we gave him a bellyful of piss each!"

"What's more," added Jane. "We have turned him into a cocksucker!"

"Oh," moaned Irene. "I would love to have seen that."

"No problem," said Jason, pushing me to the middle of the floor and unzipping
his fly.

Enthusiastically, Anita pushed me to my knees and said:

"Suck his cock, you little faggot, you are going to get good at this. I am
going to make you suck big black cocks regularly in future."

"Yes," added my wife. "Suck on the cock that is fucking your wife. Show him you
accept that there is only one real man in my house; show him he is the master.
Make him cum in your sissy mouth!"

I took the huge cock that was cuckolding me and giving my wife such great
pleasure, and put it in my mouth. Th e cry went up from somewhere. "White
faggot sucking black cock!" and everybody gathered round. In the twenty minutes
it took me to bring Jason off, I had been called every derogatory name the
black guests could think of. They cheered loudly as the black teenager filled
my mouth.

When he withdrew, Anita grabbed my hair, and roughly pulled my head back. She
then invited all ladies present to spit on my face or in my mouth as they
chose. When they had all had their go, Anita and Irene sniffed heavily,
bringing the contents of their noses to the back of their throats. Then, mixed
with their saliva, they spat the unpleasant mess into my open mouth.

I was then told that Irene and Anita were staying on, and I would have to walk
the five miles to our home. This gave me plenty of time to contemplate my
miserable future as whipping boy, cuckold, cumsucker and cocksucker. As well of
course as being a toilet for my wife, her friend and any others they chose to
lend me to.

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