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How my wife and I could have gotten into such a thing would have been beyond me if not for the odd chain of events that had led up to where we were now.

My wife Sherry had been less than faithful a year or so ago, bringing us close to divorce with a short separation.

During that time we both had a lot to think about; she with her brief affair and I with my neglect leading up to what was most likely inevitable.

I say inevitable only now after learning that a woman with her looks is short on the take when the word gets around the husband is not doing his job.

Sherry is 40 now, and at 39 then was herself at a point much the same as men get when the clock reminds us we're half done, "At best" and if a change is needed we had better get to it.

Sherry has always had a good figure and as well improved with age, I myself seeing that now can attest to that. Still now at 40 she gathers attention in a room of men like a wad of one hundred dollar bills set out at an unemployment office, gathering a look of want from all gazing that direction.

Sherry is 5-6 and 140 lbs with an amazing large chest and full ass. This combination led to her demise in part just one year ago and I feared now at present as well.


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The man himself is out of the picture now as all of us that have been through this know, "the first one is always, in then out" and it's what you do as a husband after that point that matters. I'm sure it's the same for men, but it's been my experience women are less forgiving, or perhaps the word is, "less forgetting" as they never forget.

This was playing true now in a reverse role as Sherry seemed to not forgive or forget her affair leading her into a world now of what may be construed as self punishment along with trying to make up for it.

When Sherry returned home we both found it exciting, sexually, that she had been with another man and things sense have built from there. I guess one thing led to another and with time I myself began to play on her guilt with asking her to do more brave things in our sex life.

The long and short of it is we in a sense became a bit adventurous, looking perhaps for ways to kill the memories and make new ones.

That brings us to where I am right now, sitting at home in the early afternoon, nervously going on line to get my e-mail.

In the past I would never come home so soon or lock the doors when getting there. In the past in would never drink whiskey this time of day as well, but that seemed tame now compared to what I knew I was about to see.

Sherry and I followed the steps of many a couple and bought a digital camera, then proceeded to post pictures on line to spice things up. At first it started out slow and careful, but eventually involved another man. We each took turns at Sherry while the other took pictures for the web page. Sherry saw how much I enjoyed it and put on quite the show with her excitement as well, acting like another woman when at the hands of the tall handsome stranger. Phil and Sherry had stayed in touch over the e-mail for some time when at last Sherry came to me with a proposition I assumed Phil had talked her into trying.

Phil would set up a Photo shoot to be six hours long with my wife and e-mail the picture as it went on. What was to take place would be a surprise to me to make it more exciting.

The whole thing made me nervous as hell but excited me to no end as well. I would soon learn that it would be the longest six hours of my life.

Phil was for sure the dominant type and that in it's self was a turn on for Sherry, and I have to admit made it as well exciting for me.

When I hooked up and opened my e-mail I had one message from Phil. I knew that Sherry could not have arrived yet as she was driving thirty to forty-five minutes to get into town. Opening the massage the text reads, "This will be fun, here is an idea of what is in store for Sherry this evening". Down below were three picture, the first being a table, obviously in a hotel room, with four Black men sitting at it drinking and looking my way all smiles. The next was a picture looking into the open door of the bedroom at a bed full of sex toys all laid out, some of which I had no idea of their use, the size as well of some seemed crazy as if to shock me into thinking they would use such things on her. The third was a bottle of Sherry's favorite wine with one glass next to it.

My head was spinning and I was feeling faint, trying to think of a way to get a hold of my wife Sherry and somehow call off what was now looking to be more than we had bargained for. I quickly phoned her on her cell phone, only to get her voice mail stating she would be unavailable this evening and to leave a message.

Slamming down the phone I felt helpless as I walked back to my computer.

I set my e-mail box up to check every minute and play an audible note as well when new mail arrived.

It wasn't long before I could swear I could hear several clocks in our house ticking away and knew that a distraction of some sort would be required. Turning on the cable seemed to do the trick, but time still drug on for the next forty-five minutes.

On cable as fate would have it, a long haired radio host and a group of grungy characters coaxed women to remove their cloths and shake their asses and tits in front of the camera.

Silly, I thought, coaxing women to do such things, and then I thought of the irony and changed the channel to some one ruining another persons home when they were away.

Finally a note played and I again saw a message from Phil marked, "Look at your wife now." I nervously clicked on the header and read the text, "Sherry is the life of the party, see pics."

The first picture was my wife Sherry sitting at the table with her back to the camera surrounded by the black men. Sherry appeared to be topless and wearing only her thong panties as no braw strap showed from the back. The contrast in the room was alarming, as her pail skin glowed in the dim room full of dark furniture and black men.

Her pail legs were wide apart and her arms pulled back behind the chair as she clutched onto each upright support above the seat cushion with her hands. I found my eyes locked for a moment on her wedding ring which was in full site only to break my mental block by looking at the rest of the scene. The black men all sat around the table, some dangerously close as one appeared to be holding a wine glass to her lips while another on her other side had one hand disappearing near her inner thigh and the other obviously doing something to her breasts. From the back it appeared she was wearing a blindfold with her head tilted slightly back.

Both fear and excitement now streamed through my body as I studied the picture and felt my own arousal. Slowly I panned down to the next picture only to see much the same accept her thong was now gone and she appeared to be holding herself up off the chair and arching her back.

I quickly right clicked on the photo and re-opened it in photo editor to see if I could get a better look at what was going on below her ass. As I panned in no explanation was then needed as I saw a cluster of large black fingers from the man on her left, glistening with what I assumed was her own lubrication. If she was not having an orgasm right that minute she would be soon.

The next picture was filled with the back of one of the black men that had been sitting and watching earlier, who now was kneeling behind my wife's chair, blocking most the view accept the fact her head was now almost tilted back as far as it could go and she seamed higher in her seat as well.

The next one explained all as it was taken by Phil from the side and showed the black man behind her having one of his hands disappearing beneath her ass as the other roughly mauled her left breast. The man on her left still had one of his hands buried in front while the other held her leg open. The man on the right of her was doing the same with her other leg as well as pushing her chin back with his other large black hand.

My wife's back arched and her mouth fell open as three black men now attacked her from three sides, the contrast of skin color being only out done by the actions being taken on her body by the black men.

The last picture was all the same accept now the forth man sat on the tables edge and fed my wife Sherry the largest black cock I have ever seen as the man on her right held her neck now from the back as if to force her head down onto the monster.

Sherry's left chin flared out to the side filled with cock as only one half of the black mans monster appeared to be inside her mouth.

I studied all the pictures again with my own erection pressing hard against my slacks and wondered what would happen next.

The bathroom seemed like a good plan now and a break from the pictures would help my predicament as well.

My face felt hot and flush in the bathroom as I was startled by the telephone ringing.

My god, was it the police, hospital, did they kill her. All these things ran through my head as I rushed to the telephone. I answered hello in what had to sound as if I was 13 again, my voice cracking slightly, and then waiting quietly for a response. The female voice on the other end sounded as stressed as mine saying, " Hun, it's me hun, Ohhh, god... I... they... wanted me to call, Eeee, Oh Fuck, oh god, fuck."

I could hear men in the back ground as my wife Sherry tried to speak and one voice in particular sounded out, "Tell em you love big black cock... slut, tell em you're a cock slut."

"Oh... Hun... I'm a cock slut, Fuck, so, big, god so big, no not there, not there, Uhgggggggg, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow." What I heard then was, Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap". And each time what sounded like skin meeting skin my wife would huff with an "O". Shortly there after the sound of an occasional, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, HuffO, HuffOoooo". My wife's noises grew faint and then a man came on the receiver and said, "We're fuckin your wife, good... real good, she said it was what you wanted, That's fucked up... fucked up enough to where we're going to make it worth our while to work her over but good, white boy."

As I started to speak the man hung up and the line went dead.

I sat with my mouth open and my mind racing as I thought to myself, they were fucking my wife while she was talking to me, just fucking her and doing what ever they wanted to her as I sat here listening. I jumped as the phone rang again, answering it quickly.

"Hello, Hello... Hun... it's me again."

"What are they doing to you" I asked, hoping half heartedly for no answer at all. "They're just play... ing, with me OH God, hun, I can't take i... t, oh god, you fuckers fuck fuck Uhggg." There was a brief silence then, "Oh it's to... big... oh, oh, oh shit... play with my pussy, more, more, more, yes, yes, yes, yes, gargle, gargle, cough, cough," and then I could hear a man saying, "Take it all slut, take it all the way in your married slut mouth." The line then went dead.

I wondered slowly to my computer to see if anything had came in and found not one but two messages from Phil.

The first had text above saying, "Ridem cow girl" and then down below the first picture was of a black man sitting on the chair my wife had been on, only now she sat on his lap, facing him. Sherry's legs were wide out to the sides with her arms around him facing the camera. Her chin was resting on his left shoulder as she clung tight to his back with her hands. Two other black men were kneeling on either side holding her in place by clutching her thighs with one arm and cupping her ass with the other. The look on her face told me the black man was in her deep, creating a look of both pain and pleasure.

The next picture was enough to bring my hands to my tight pants as the two men on either side had lifted each of my wife's legs up and over one of their shoulders to plant the black cock deeper in her tight pussy as the man she rode now held her head on either side with both his large hands and forced his lips over hers.

No audio was needed to see her mouth open to the side of his, obviously screaming insanely past his mouth at that very moment.

The next picture hit home as a black man now standing next to her held the receiver of the telephone to her mouth and ear as the two men with her legs on each shoulder appeared to be getting busy with their free hands beneath her ass.

The next picture floored me and had been taken from under the table looking up at her ass and the intersection of cock, pussy, ass and fingers.

The two men on either side had each slipped one finger for a total two in her tight ass from the side, spreading her full ass cheeks wide apart. The two large black fingers made up one man's cock for sure and the contrast between her white ass, pink ass hole and their black fingers were too much to bear. I then feared for sherry's well being when I gazed next at her stretched pink pussy lips, wrapped around the gigantic black cock in her pussy. The black man's cock was covered in her fluids while the slight blur of that area of the picture told me she was being pounded but good at that very moment.

The next one made sense of part of our phone conversation as one black man now mounted her from the rear, holding both her thighs as another stood behind the man on the chair and guided his black cock in her mouth.

The last picture showed the outcome of my wife's first double penetration as she flailed her arms at the man behind the chair, white liquid spraying from one side of her lips, as she was sandwiched tight in-between the two large black men.

I quickly opened the next e-mail, only to see her again by herself on the chair, her legs pulled back to her shoulders by the men and sperm running from her pussy and ass.

Her head was being held back by her hair and a similar fluid ran down her chin and neck.

In the next picture she had now been placed on her hands and knees on the bed and two black men busied about behind her upturned ass. Sherry's large tits hung down below her almost to the bed and on each was a large black hand. Her mouth was open wide and it appeared what ever they were doing behind her had all of her attention at that moment.

The next picture was the same only now a telephone receiver was held again to her head as she appeared to be talking.

The last one was of the group from behind with a clear view of my wife's open ass.

The two black men that had been behind her before were now one on each side holding with their biceps her thighs wide apart, while each used his free hand to push a large black dildo in her pussy and ass. The scene was electrifying as she struggled to move now lying flat on her chest as her arms shot straight out to the sides, her fingers bending out slightly backwards. My wife's ass cheeks and the smaller of the two black dildos were shiny with some kind of oil, giving the indication that a lot of lubrication and coaxing took place to get such a large object in her tight virgin ass. The area between the two openings had all but disappeared and her ass cheeks seemed pushed out to the sides, forcing her ass to bubble outward above her thighs due to the size of the two objects.

As I studied the picture I could see the larger of the two dildos in her pussy was causing her pussy lips to form a tight ring around it, while at the same time forcing my wife's swollen clit to lewdly role out and hang free below.

As I looked harder I could see in the darkness below her a black hand making its way to her pink swollen clit, knowing she would explode in orgasm soon or perform a repeat performance for the black men.

Repeat performance, I thought to myself, now there is a disturbing thought. I had lost track of time, or perhaps never really had track of it to begin with.

What was being done to her right now?

When was this done and what happened next?

As I looked at the clock on the computer and counted in my mind, trying to remember when the calls had come in... "Ringgggg... Ringgggg." I jumped as the telephone range and launched that direction to answer it.

My hello was cut short by, "Slurp, slurp, cough, cough, Uhg, uhg, uhg, uhg, uhg, Eeeeeee... Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu... Uhg, slap, uhg, slap, uhg, slap, uhg, slap, uhg, slap... Pull her nipples again, I could feel that inside when you do it, EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee, oh yah, that's it bitch, squeeze down on that big black cock, smack, smack, smack, smack, Eeeeeeeeeeeeee, Eeeeeeeeeee, keep slapping her tits like that... Hey this is Al, your wife's to busy to talk right now, Jim pull out for a minute, OHHhhhhhhh, Hun..nn..nn..nn..nn..Eee..ee..ee..ee..ee..ee, Fuck, I... Am... So, Ooo, Ooo,Ooo, Eeeeeeee, Full... So..Ooo,Ooo,Ooo, Dee,Dee,Dee,Deep, Fuck, Hot, Cu, Cu, Cu, Cummmm... Eeeeeeeeeeeeee, yes... I... Slorp, gulp, shlurp, cough, No, NO, NO, NO, NO... OK I'll say it, I'll say it please stop, your hurrrrrrrrrr... Eeeeeeeeeeeee, I'm a slut for black cock, I'm a slut for black cock, I'm a slut for black cock, choke, cough, slurp, slurp, Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Next as if the phone was set a side I continued to listen to my wife's black deflowering, more faint now but clear in the receiver as I listened, "Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, huff... Slap, slap, Huff, Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, Aeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Ohhhhhhhhhhh, my ass, my ass, my ass, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, cum, cum, cum, Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Fuckkkkkk Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, cum you fuckers."

My computer played another note as a new message appeared, "good slut".

Only one picture was below and confirmed what pictures had formed in my head while listening to the phone.

My wife Sherry lay sandwiched between two large black men, one below her and one on top. Another black man was kneeling in front of her face, holding all her hair in his two hands and forcing his large cock down her throat, as slobber and who know what ran down her chin and neck.

Her wrists were tied with what looked to be a men's dress tie behind her back, as the black man in her ass used it to pull her back onto both cocks buried deep in her pussy and ass.

The black man beneath her pulled my wife's large battered tits by the nipples out to the sides, deforming Sherry's tits into two large distended cones, bringing with them ridges of skin pulled tight from her chest.

As I studied the picture I could see each finger and toe stretching in an apposing direction and a number of muscles all over her body, taught and flexed as she danced to the black men's desires, the telephone laying next to the kneeling mans knees.

They now took what they wanted from both her and I as Phil continued to take pictures of not just my wife's, submission but my own as well symbolized by the telephone laying in the foreground.

It appeared even though we were in different places we had both submitted to the group of black men, and I had to wonder to myself, what was next for us.