Ch. 04
I spent some time in my office then both Candy and Riley came in. When they sat, I could see that Riley had on very sheer panties, almost like mine. That is when I made a mistake.
I said, “Wow, we have panties almost exactly alike!” My face turned bright red when I realized I had blurted that out.
The girls giggled and insisted that we are compare panties. They wouldn't let up until I dropped my pants and showed them. They expressed how cute I looked, They noticed the butt plug, too.
Candy asked, “Do you know why he made you wear a butt plug?”
I said, “No, but I guess it is just to humiliate me, to make me more subservient.”
Riley said, “That is part of it, but it is more to get your ass used to big black things.” Then she and Candy giggled.
I was totally confused.
Candy asked, “He called you a girl, didn't he?”
I answered, “Yes, he did.”
Candy smiled and said, “Hint, hint.” Then both girls giggled again.
I asked them, “How do you two get by with dressing so, um, revealing? I guess that is the nicest way of putting it.”
Riley answered, “Get by with? No, we are REQUIRED to. It helps business a lot. Why do you think we do such big business with black men? You have seen a lot of guys coming in and going into our offices with the doors closed, right?” Then she smiled.
I decided I better drop that line of questioning before I learned more than I wanted to know.
One of them asked to see the new pictures of Abby, so I dug my phone out and showed them.
As Candy looked, she whistled and said “hot hot hot! If she comes to work here, she will be a lot of competition. Does your wife like pussy too?” She winked at me.
I stammered my response, saying, “She has a job already. Besides, I don't think Abby would ever use sex to get business and earn money. And I don't think she would have sex with other women.”
Riley said, “I like how naive you are. It is so cute.”
Both girls giggled as they left my office.
Before I left the office for the weekend, I stopped in at Darrell's office and told him that I thought I would be ready to handle my first customers on Monday.
Darrell smiled and said, “Good, glad to hear that. And, by the way, I will be coming over for dinner at your house tomorrow night. I'll be bringing a couple friends. Make sure Abby is totally naked, except for six-inch heels and stockings. You will be naked too, except for your pink panties. Good night, girl, and see you at 8:00 tomorrow night. Be ready. No excuses.”
I was totally shocked once again, but dumbly just said, “Yes, Sir.”
When I got home, I stripped down and showed Abby my butt plug. She was mystified too, as to why Darrell would want me to wear that. My ass was a little sore, so Abby helped me pull it out, then I went into the bathroom and washed it clean. I went poop, too. Just felt like an urgent need to do that.
I went back into the living room with Abby, wearing just my pink panties, and sat in a chair facing her. I reminded her of what Darrell has said about her being naked most of the time, and then sprang the shocker on her.
“Darrell and some of his friends are coming over for dinner Saturday night,” I informed her.
“What, are you kidding me,” she exclaimed.
“No,” I said, “And that isn't all. I have to be wearing pink panties and nothing else. And you...and you, well, you have to be naked, except for six-inch heels and stockings.”
Abby's mouth fell open in shock. She stared at me, mouth open, eyes wide open and stammering. Finally, she closed her mouth, and looked away. After a minute, she looked at me again.
“I guess we don't have much choice, do we. After all, we have come this far. We've done everything he ordered us to do so far. We desperately need the money, and he already has those naked pictures of me. Who knows what he will do with those if we back out now. He will probably plaster them all over the internet and fire you, too.”
I nodded in agreement. I was at a loss as to anything we could do other than comply.
“We need to go out,” she said. “I don't have any six-inch heels, and I don't have any stockings that will be good enough. You know, sexy enough.”
“Sexy enough?” I repeated.
“Yes, you know full well that if my heels and stockings are not sexy enough for Darrell and his friends, it will be major trouble. He obviously likes how I look, so we need to take advantage of that. This is new to me, posing naked and getting complements about being hot and all of that. It sort of is exciting, in a way, you know what I mean?”
I nodded in agreement, but not really sure exactly what she did mean. Did it mean she was willing to do ANYTHING simply because he complements her and it is exciting to her? Is this my Abby? Is this my wife agreeing to all this? I was very nervous about it.
We went out and got some fast food for dinner, then went shopping. We spent the last of our money from the advance against the draw buying Abby an incredibly sexy pair of black thigh-high stockings with lacy tops and gorgeous and very sexy heels.
When we got home, Abby modeled them for me. I instantly got hard.
The tops of the stockings ended just below her bald pussy. I never realized just how incredibly sexy and beautiful it would be to have stockings like that complimenting a bald pussy. And the heels, wow! When she walked they made her hips sway with each step. Really sexy!
My dick got even harder inside my pink panties, pushing the fabric out a few inches.. Since I was wearing nothing but the panties, Abby could not help but notice, and smiled big, and giggled.
“I have never felt this sexy before in my life!” she said. “I'm sort of pumped by it.”
She looked at me, and saw I looked somewhat concerned.
“I mean, if you don't mind,” she said.
“Well,” I said, “I'm not sure what you mean about being 'pumped' by it. We can't go overboard with this. We are married, and neither of us have played around with anyone else. But,we have to play along with it up to a point, anyway, so I guess it is just as well you are pumped by it, and feel so sexy about it.” I hung my head down. My hard-on deflated. .
Abby came over and hugged and kissed me, and patted me on my pink pantied ass.
After much worry and trepidation, Saturday night arrived. Abby and I had both freshly showered and shaved, and worked together in the kitchen. We had prepared salads, and for the main course, spaghetti with meat sauce. It was all we could afford. There wasn't a whole lot of ground beef in the meat sauce.
We both sat, nervously waiting for our guests to arrive.
Abby asked me, “What do you think about wearing panties? The ones you are wearing are really cute, pink with white dots. Really cute. I'll have to wear those later on sometime. I liked those sheer ones you wore yesterday, too.”
“Actually,” I said, “The panties feel kind of good, especially against my dick. I kind of like the feel of them. But, I sure don't like wearing panties in front of other people. They will probably think I am gay or something I am not. So I wish that would not happen. I mean, wearing panties in front of Darrell and his friends and his mamma.”
She asked, “Is the butt plug feeling okay?”
I just nodded yes.
A little before 8:00, we heard car doors, then the doorbell rang. I hung back, embarrassed at wearing pink panties in front of Darrell's friends.
Abby quickly bounced over to the door and opened it, her large naked breasts bouncing with the effort. Darrell was the first one in, followed by three other black men.
As a greeting, Darrell pulled Abby to him and kissed her on her lips, deeply, long. One of his hands slipped from her waist up to her breasts, and massaged them. I was shocked to see this happening right in front of my eyes, and then got even more shocked when Abby shivered. It was almost like she was enjoying the long, deep kiss and him fondling her breasts. She had never shivered when I had kissed her. Jealousy started to rise up big time.
Finally Darrell broke it off. Abby's face was flushed as he introduce the three other men to her. Each of them kissed her hard, and squeezed a tit or her ass, and one of them even felt her smooth pussy. I was so jealous, I didn't know how to contain myself.
One of the men pointed at me and said, “Cute panties, girl!”
I said, “Thank you, Sir.” I was afraid to say anything else, or to protest how they handled Abby.
Darrell was carrying a couple of bags. He gave me one, and told me to put on the stuff that was in the bag. I took it and opened it up.
In the bag was a little short white skirt. I mean really little. And there was a pair of white thigh-high stocking, and then a striped top that was so short it looked like it would just barely cover my nipples.. The stripes on the top were hot pink. Then I pulled out a long haired wig. Then I found a padded bra. Finally, a tube of hot pink lipstick. I was shaken.
I said to Darrell, “You want me to put all this stuff on?”
He just gave me a cruel look, like it was saying, “What the fuck did I tell you.” That was the message his look gave to me. So I took the bag and started heading to the bedroom.
“NO!” He yelled out. “Put it on right here!”
I turned around, and sat. I nervously put the bra on, then the striped top on. Next, I put on the wig. Then I pulled on the white thigh-high stockings. Then I stood and stepped into the tiny white skirt, and pulled it up. I started to apply the lipstick, but had difficulty, so my naked wife stepped over to apply the lipstick for me. She had me pout, then smack my lips together, like she does.
She stepped back and admired me, then said, “I really like it! You look so pretty! Wow! You make such a good looking girl!”
I was embarrassed by that, but also sort of pleased. Well, not “pleased” but rather just pleased that I could pull it off without looking like an ugly guy in drag..
I said, “Thank you, Abby.”
The black men around me, who were watching carefully, applauded. One of them came over and patted me on my ass, under the skirt, and he told me that he agreed, I was a very pretty girl. I blushed, embarrassed.
Darrell had me pose so he could take pictures. I was sure it would be used as blackmail if I don't do what he says.
They were all also carrying bottles of wine and six packs of beer, so I was given the task of taking the stuff into the kitchen and then serving them the beer and wine. By the time I got back from the kitchen, Darrell and the three other men all had their clothes off.
Darrell was chocolate brown and athletic looking, and his cock was amazing, much larger than mine. In fact all of their cocks were much larger. Two of the others were chocolate brown like Darrell, but one was so black that his skin looked as black as coal, but shinny. He had the biggest cock, too. His cock I guessed, was probably at least 10 or 11 inches and pretty thick. I felt kind of ashamed of my dick. I knew before that my dick was not big, but looking at those black cocks, wow! They just put mine to shame. I was so embarrassed.
I found myself staring at the huge cock of the blackest man, which Darrell noticed. He said to me, “Hey Princess, you liking the looks of that black cock?” And he laughed.
The others laughed as well. I escaped by running into the kitchen, using the excuse of checking on dinner.
When I got back to the living room, the blackest man and taken a seat, and had pulled Abby down on his lap. He was kissing her hard. Then I noticed he had his hand wedged between her legs. He was obviously massaging her pussy. My face went beet red.
Darrell told me to come over and stand in front of him. He was seated on the couch. He pulled my panties down to my knees, showing everybody my small dick, then made me compare my dick to the cocks of all of the black men. My face got red again.. All of their cocks were so much bigger. They all laughed again. I noticed even Abby was caught up with it, smiling at the comparison. My shame turned all the deeper.
I ran back into the kitchen, escaping just to catch my breath and to recover from my shame and embarrassment a little bit. I finished up with the pasta, then announced to them all that dinner was ready.
The blackest man picked Abby up like she weighed almost nothing, and carried her over to a chair, then positioned himself right next to her. All the others sat down at the table, and I started to sit, after putting the salad bowl and pasta on the table.
Darrell stopped me and said, “No, Princess. You serve us. You either eat in the kitchen or eat after we do.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, then began to put salad and pasta and pasta sauce on each of their plates. I wasn't about to go into the kitchen to eat, leaving Abby alone with them, so I stayed hovering around the table, watching Abby and serving wine and beer and adding more pasta on their plates.
The guy who had carried Abby over, after each bite of food, leaned over and sucked on one of Abby's nipples. Sometimes, he would also add a deep kiss, or put his hand between her legs. I noticed that Abby spread her legs farther apart to make it easier for him, and he didn't even have to ask her to do that. She just did it on her own. I got so jealous, and was upset. I didn't dare say anything though.
After dinner and back in the living room, Darrell decided to pay a little more attention to me. I suspect he saw that I was upset and needed to either teach me a lesson or divert my attention from my feelings.
“Would you all believe,” Darrell said, “That when Princess here was in school, he used to suck off a black boy on a regular basis, for several years? He liked it so much, he would swallow, too. Isn't that right, Princess?”
Oh My God I was so mortified, so embarrassed. I could feel my face going full-on beet red.
“Answer me, Princess,” said Darrell.
I didn't know how to answer, so I just quickly lowered my head and said quietly, “Yes, Sir.”
“Why don't you show these men just how well you suck black cock, Princess?”
One of the black men, the one who said I was such a cute girl and patted me on my ass, rose up and stood before me. He pushed me down to my knees, then rubbed his cock, which was huge and hard, against my mouth until I opened up.
He jammed his cock into my mouth, and I tried my best to suck him. My eyes were closed as I gave him the best blow job I knew how, sucking and licking his cock. Tears flooded my eyes and ran down my cheeks.
“Oh look,” said one of the men, “Princess loves it so much she is crying with happiness.”
Everybody laughed. I even heard Abby giggle. I felt humiliated.
I needed to get this over with, so I sucked as hard as I could, hoping to get him to cum quickly. It didn't work. No matter my effort, it took what seemed like an eternity, with a black cock in my mouth, for him to cum. I knew it was only about 15 minutes or so, but my jaw and tongue were getting so tired.
As he started to cum, Darrell said, “You better swallow, Princess.”
I swallowed. But he came so much it was hard getting it all down. Some leaked out and ran down my chin. When the guy pulled out of my mouth, he wiped his black cock all over my face, getting cum on my nose and around my eyes.
I looked over at Darrell, and he gave me a thumbs up, then told me to eat the cum on my chin. I used my finger to scoop it up into my mouth.
I then looked over at Abby. She was sitting on the lap of that darkest black man. Her eyes were partially closed, and her face was filled with lust and desire. The guys black cock was buried deep into Abby's pussy, and his black hands were squeezing my wife's tits. I was floored with shock.
While he was jacking his hips up and down to drive his cock into her, she was also moving her hips, enhancing the feeling of his cock in her. She began moaning, her breath quickening.
I couldn't believe it. My wife, my Abby, my soul mate, was fucking another guy right in front of me, and she was enjoying it. Tears started forming again as I watched. I was an emotional wreck.
Suddenly, Abby started shivering and shuddering, and she went into a gigantic orgasm. I had never seen her orgasm like that, ever. Not once. Never. I realized at that point that I was totally inadequate. First of all, my dick was small. Second, it was not nearly as thick as these black men's cocks. And third, I guess I just did not have the technique these guys had. And fourth, there must just be something about the cock being BLACK that was such a turn-on for her. I lowered my head. I had lost on all counts. Yes, I had love in my corner, so I felt confident, sort of, that she would not leave me, as she loved me, and I certainly loved her.
I felt embarrassed and humiliated that my own wife was having sex with another man, and that she was doing it publicly, in front of other people. Then I felt embarrassed that I had never been able to get her to orgasm like that in my life. It made me feel so inadequate, so inept at making love to my own wife, so useless. I hung my head in shame.
When Abby finished with her orgasm, that huge black cock was still pummeling her pussy, and she was still feeling it. She opened her eyes a fraction and saw me looking at her. She smiled at me, and mouthed, “I'm sorry.”
I nodded at her, and ****** a smile that I was not feeling. She smiled again at me, then closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation she was getting in her pussy, and I am sure, in her tits, as the guy kept squeezing her tits over and over.
I looked down, dejected and depressed. I was wondering how I was going to deal with this. And I was wondering what would come next.
My wife suddenly screamed out in another amazing orgasm. I had never in my life heard her screaming in orgasm before. Hearing that, despite my not trying to, my dick started to get hard. Even that embarrassed me, but I couldn't help it, knowing Abby was having an incredible orgasm. As I looked, she shuddered repeatedly, then lapsed into loud moaning sounds.
Her black lover started cumming, probably in reaction to the astonishing orgasm he was giving my wife. I could see cum dripping out of her, sliding down the black shaft of his cock. She shuddered repeatedly.
As they were finishing up cumming, my boss, Darrell, grabbed me by the back of my neck, and pulled me over so my face was right at my wife's pussy. My nose was so close it was actually touching the black shaft as he jammed his cock into my wife.
“As soon as they are done, clean her pussy and his cock like the good little girl you are, Princess.”
As the last of his cum shot into Abby, his cock slipped out. I got some of his cum in my eyes, but I ignored it, and immediately started my cleaning duty. I licked up the cum from Abby's wet pussy, and ran my tongue up and down the cummy black cock, sometimes slipping his cock into my mouth to suck up the cum that was still draining. I needed to make sure that Darrell saw I was doing a very good job.
Somebody picked Abby up and put her down on her hands and knees on the floor, then got behind her and jammed his black cock into Abby's very wet and well lubricated pussy. His hands were on her hips, rocking her back and forth as he jammed hard into her pussy. One of the other guys knelt in front of her, pulling her head up by her hair, and pushed his black cock between her lips.
She began sucking his cock like a banshee, like she was born and raised to be a black cock sucker. I watched in amazement. I had never seen anything like this before. My wife's large tits swayed beneath her with each inward pounding that came from behind her. It was an incredible sight. A black cock in her mouth and another dogging her from behind. Again, try as I might to keep it from happening, my dick got hard inside my panties. I wanted to cum. I felt like I really needed to.
Abby sucked that black cock in her mouth extremely hard. I didn't know where she learned to suck cock so well. She had sucked me off sometimes, but never with the enthusiasm and force she was showing with that black cock. It was like she was possessed.
After several minutes, the guy in her mouth began to pump his cum down her throat. That was another amazing thing. With me, she ALWAYS spit my cum out. With him she swallowed every bit she could. True some leaked out of her mouth, but it was nearly impossible to swallow it all, as much as there was.
While I was very embarrassed at my own apparent failings in what I now saw as not satisfying my wife sexually, and while I was very jealous, I also found myself getting very proud of my wife. She was obviously extremely desirable to these black men, and very accomplished at satisfying them.
Abby swallowed all the cum she could. The black guy pulled his cock out of her mouth. Before Darrell could grab me by the neck again, I rushed over and licked the cum from her lips. While doing that, my wife started shuddering, having another orgasm, followed by him cumming into her pussy. When he was done, he slapped her naked ass hard, then pulled out. I rushed behind her and ate the dripping cum from her pussy, and cleaned her as well as I could, then paid attention to his dripping cock.
Abby was exhausted. She dropped flat on the floor, then rolled onto her back, pulling her knees up, feet on the floor, knees wide apart. Her pussy gaped open a bit from the effects, I guess, of the huge black cocks that were inside her. It was the first time I had ever seen INSIDE her pussy like that. I was fascinated.
Darrell grabbed me by the front of my panties, yanking on my dick.
“Go out to my car, Princess,” he said, “and get the bag in the back seat and bring it in.”
I responded, “Yes, Sir.” and ran out the door, my little white skirt flipping up, fully ******** my pink panties. I leaned way into the back seat of the car to retrieve the bag. Behind me, I heard a whistle.
I quickly backed out and straightened and turned to face where the whistle had come from. Oh my fucking god, it was a couple from up the street out walking their dog.
She said, “Hi Lyle. What a cute little outfit. Mind if I borrow it some day?” Then they both laughed.
I was mortified. I wanted to sink into the ground and pull the dirt over me and never be seen in public again. I wanted to die. The only response I could think of was something so stupid I couldn't believe I said it.
I said, “Sure.”
If I had a gun, I would have shot myself in the head right then and there. STUPID! Word would spread all over the neighborhood now. The couple just stood there, big smiles on their faces, trying to hold back on their laughs. I quickly turned and leaned into the car and got the bag, ready to run into the house.
The woman said, “Love your panties. Nice and pink with those pretty white dots. I'll have to look for a pair just like them. Where did you get them? They go so well with your little tiny skirt.”
She had a huge smile on her face. It was a shit eating grin. If I had that gun, I might have shot her, too, just for that grin. The bitch. I turned and ran back into the house, the echos of their laughs still in my ears. Once inside, I covered my face with my hands, so embarrassed. I know I had tears. That was even more humiliating than anything else that had happened to me since working for Darrell.
After recovering a bit, I stepped into the living room and started handing the bag to Darrell.
“No, Princess. It is for you,” he said.
I reached into the bag and pulled out a strap-on with a black dildo attached. I looked at Darrell, and stated as bravely as I could, “Thank you, Sir.”
He said, “Your welcome, girl.”
Then he turned to Abby and said, “It is your choice. You can put on the strap-on and fuck her boy pussy, or you can have a real black cock fuck her boy pussy. Which do you want?”
On my god, I thought! How bad and humiliating can this night get?
It took Abby just a second to decide. “I'm pretty exhausted,” she said. “Besides, she should have a real black cock, I think. I think she would enjoy it more.”
I couldn't believe that my wife was calling me a “she” too.
I said, “Wow, we have panties almost exactly alike!” My face turned bright red when I realized I had blurted that out.
The girls giggled and insisted that we are compare panties. They wouldn't let up until I dropped my pants and showed them. They expressed how cute I looked, They noticed the butt plug, too.
Candy asked, “Do you know why he made you wear a butt plug?”
I said, “No, but I guess it is just to humiliate me, to make me more subservient.”
Riley said, “That is part of it, but it is more to get your ass used to big black things.” Then she and Candy giggled.
I was totally confused.
Candy asked, “He called you a girl, didn't he?”
I answered, “Yes, he did.”
Candy smiled and said, “Hint, hint.” Then both girls giggled again.
I asked them, “How do you two get by with dressing so, um, revealing? I guess that is the nicest way of putting it.”
Riley answered, “Get by with? No, we are REQUIRED to. It helps business a lot. Why do you think we do such big business with black men? You have seen a lot of guys coming in and going into our offices with the doors closed, right?” Then she smiled.
I decided I better drop that line of questioning before I learned more than I wanted to know.
One of them asked to see the new pictures of Abby, so I dug my phone out and showed them.
As Candy looked, she whistled and said “hot hot hot! If she comes to work here, she will be a lot of competition. Does your wife like pussy too?” She winked at me.
I stammered my response, saying, “She has a job already. Besides, I don't think Abby would ever use sex to get business and earn money. And I don't think she would have sex with other women.”
Riley said, “I like how naive you are. It is so cute.”
Both girls giggled as they left my office.
Before I left the office for the weekend, I stopped in at Darrell's office and told him that I thought I would be ready to handle my first customers on Monday.
Darrell smiled and said, “Good, glad to hear that. And, by the way, I will be coming over for dinner at your house tomorrow night. I'll be bringing a couple friends. Make sure Abby is totally naked, except for six-inch heels and stockings. You will be naked too, except for your pink panties. Good night, girl, and see you at 8:00 tomorrow night. Be ready. No excuses.”
I was totally shocked once again, but dumbly just said, “Yes, Sir.”
When I got home, I stripped down and showed Abby my butt plug. She was mystified too, as to why Darrell would want me to wear that. My ass was a little sore, so Abby helped me pull it out, then I went into the bathroom and washed it clean. I went poop, too. Just felt like an urgent need to do that.
I went back into the living room with Abby, wearing just my pink panties, and sat in a chair facing her. I reminded her of what Darrell has said about her being naked most of the time, and then sprang the shocker on her.
“Darrell and some of his friends are coming over for dinner Saturday night,” I informed her.
“What, are you kidding me,” she exclaimed.
“No,” I said, “And that isn't all. I have to be wearing pink panties and nothing else. And you...and you, well, you have to be naked, except for six-inch heels and stockings.”
Abby's mouth fell open in shock. She stared at me, mouth open, eyes wide open and stammering. Finally, she closed her mouth, and looked away. After a minute, she looked at me again.
“I guess we don't have much choice, do we. After all, we have come this far. We've done everything he ordered us to do so far. We desperately need the money, and he already has those naked pictures of me. Who knows what he will do with those if we back out now. He will probably plaster them all over the internet and fire you, too.”
I nodded in agreement. I was at a loss as to anything we could do other than comply.
“We need to go out,” she said. “I don't have any six-inch heels, and I don't have any stockings that will be good enough. You know, sexy enough.”
“Sexy enough?” I repeated.
“Yes, you know full well that if my heels and stockings are not sexy enough for Darrell and his friends, it will be major trouble. He obviously likes how I look, so we need to take advantage of that. This is new to me, posing naked and getting complements about being hot and all of that. It sort of is exciting, in a way, you know what I mean?”
I nodded in agreement, but not really sure exactly what she did mean. Did it mean she was willing to do ANYTHING simply because he complements her and it is exciting to her? Is this my Abby? Is this my wife agreeing to all this? I was very nervous about it.
We went out and got some fast food for dinner, then went shopping. We spent the last of our money from the advance against the draw buying Abby an incredibly sexy pair of black thigh-high stockings with lacy tops and gorgeous and very sexy heels.
When we got home, Abby modeled them for me. I instantly got hard.
The tops of the stockings ended just below her bald pussy. I never realized just how incredibly sexy and beautiful it would be to have stockings like that complimenting a bald pussy. And the heels, wow! When she walked they made her hips sway with each step. Really sexy!
My dick got even harder inside my pink panties, pushing the fabric out a few inches.. Since I was wearing nothing but the panties, Abby could not help but notice, and smiled big, and giggled.
“I have never felt this sexy before in my life!” she said. “I'm sort of pumped by it.”
She looked at me, and saw I looked somewhat concerned.
“I mean, if you don't mind,” she said.
“Well,” I said, “I'm not sure what you mean about being 'pumped' by it. We can't go overboard with this. We are married, and neither of us have played around with anyone else. But,we have to play along with it up to a point, anyway, so I guess it is just as well you are pumped by it, and feel so sexy about it.” I hung my head down. My hard-on deflated. .
Abby came over and hugged and kissed me, and patted me on my pink pantied ass.
After much worry and trepidation, Saturday night arrived. Abby and I had both freshly showered and shaved, and worked together in the kitchen. We had prepared salads, and for the main course, spaghetti with meat sauce. It was all we could afford. There wasn't a whole lot of ground beef in the meat sauce.
We both sat, nervously waiting for our guests to arrive.
Abby asked me, “What do you think about wearing panties? The ones you are wearing are really cute, pink with white dots. Really cute. I'll have to wear those later on sometime. I liked those sheer ones you wore yesterday, too.”
“Actually,” I said, “The panties feel kind of good, especially against my dick. I kind of like the feel of them. But, I sure don't like wearing panties in front of other people. They will probably think I am gay or something I am not. So I wish that would not happen. I mean, wearing panties in front of Darrell and his friends and his mamma.”
She asked, “Is the butt plug feeling okay?”
I just nodded yes.
A little before 8:00, we heard car doors, then the doorbell rang. I hung back, embarrassed at wearing pink panties in front of Darrell's friends.
Abby quickly bounced over to the door and opened it, her large naked breasts bouncing with the effort. Darrell was the first one in, followed by three other black men.
As a greeting, Darrell pulled Abby to him and kissed her on her lips, deeply, long. One of his hands slipped from her waist up to her breasts, and massaged them. I was shocked to see this happening right in front of my eyes, and then got even more shocked when Abby shivered. It was almost like she was enjoying the long, deep kiss and him fondling her breasts. She had never shivered when I had kissed her. Jealousy started to rise up big time.
Finally Darrell broke it off. Abby's face was flushed as he introduce the three other men to her. Each of them kissed her hard, and squeezed a tit or her ass, and one of them even felt her smooth pussy. I was so jealous, I didn't know how to contain myself.
One of the men pointed at me and said, “Cute panties, girl!”
I said, “Thank you, Sir.” I was afraid to say anything else, or to protest how they handled Abby.
Darrell was carrying a couple of bags. He gave me one, and told me to put on the stuff that was in the bag. I took it and opened it up.
In the bag was a little short white skirt. I mean really little. And there was a pair of white thigh-high stocking, and then a striped top that was so short it looked like it would just barely cover my nipples.. The stripes on the top were hot pink. Then I pulled out a long haired wig. Then I found a padded bra. Finally, a tube of hot pink lipstick. I was shaken.
I said to Darrell, “You want me to put all this stuff on?”
He just gave me a cruel look, like it was saying, “What the fuck did I tell you.” That was the message his look gave to me. So I took the bag and started heading to the bedroom.
“NO!” He yelled out. “Put it on right here!”
I turned around, and sat. I nervously put the bra on, then the striped top on. Next, I put on the wig. Then I pulled on the white thigh-high stockings. Then I stood and stepped into the tiny white skirt, and pulled it up. I started to apply the lipstick, but had difficulty, so my naked wife stepped over to apply the lipstick for me. She had me pout, then smack my lips together, like she does.
She stepped back and admired me, then said, “I really like it! You look so pretty! Wow! You make such a good looking girl!”
I was embarrassed by that, but also sort of pleased. Well, not “pleased” but rather just pleased that I could pull it off without looking like an ugly guy in drag..
I said, “Thank you, Abby.”
The black men around me, who were watching carefully, applauded. One of them came over and patted me on my ass, under the skirt, and he told me that he agreed, I was a very pretty girl. I blushed, embarrassed.
Darrell had me pose so he could take pictures. I was sure it would be used as blackmail if I don't do what he says.
They were all also carrying bottles of wine and six packs of beer, so I was given the task of taking the stuff into the kitchen and then serving them the beer and wine. By the time I got back from the kitchen, Darrell and the three other men all had their clothes off.
Darrell was chocolate brown and athletic looking, and his cock was amazing, much larger than mine. In fact all of their cocks were much larger. Two of the others were chocolate brown like Darrell, but one was so black that his skin looked as black as coal, but shinny. He had the biggest cock, too. His cock I guessed, was probably at least 10 or 11 inches and pretty thick. I felt kind of ashamed of my dick. I knew before that my dick was not big, but looking at those black cocks, wow! They just put mine to shame. I was so embarrassed.
I found myself staring at the huge cock of the blackest man, which Darrell noticed. He said to me, “Hey Princess, you liking the looks of that black cock?” And he laughed.
The others laughed as well. I escaped by running into the kitchen, using the excuse of checking on dinner.
When I got back to the living room, the blackest man and taken a seat, and had pulled Abby down on his lap. He was kissing her hard. Then I noticed he had his hand wedged between her legs. He was obviously massaging her pussy. My face went beet red.
Darrell told me to come over and stand in front of him. He was seated on the couch. He pulled my panties down to my knees, showing everybody my small dick, then made me compare my dick to the cocks of all of the black men. My face got red again.. All of their cocks were so much bigger. They all laughed again. I noticed even Abby was caught up with it, smiling at the comparison. My shame turned all the deeper.
I ran back into the kitchen, escaping just to catch my breath and to recover from my shame and embarrassment a little bit. I finished up with the pasta, then announced to them all that dinner was ready.
The blackest man picked Abby up like she weighed almost nothing, and carried her over to a chair, then positioned himself right next to her. All the others sat down at the table, and I started to sit, after putting the salad bowl and pasta on the table.
Darrell stopped me and said, “No, Princess. You serve us. You either eat in the kitchen or eat after we do.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, then began to put salad and pasta and pasta sauce on each of their plates. I wasn't about to go into the kitchen to eat, leaving Abby alone with them, so I stayed hovering around the table, watching Abby and serving wine and beer and adding more pasta on their plates.
The guy who had carried Abby over, after each bite of food, leaned over and sucked on one of Abby's nipples. Sometimes, he would also add a deep kiss, or put his hand between her legs. I noticed that Abby spread her legs farther apart to make it easier for him, and he didn't even have to ask her to do that. She just did it on her own. I got so jealous, and was upset. I didn't dare say anything though.
After dinner and back in the living room, Darrell decided to pay a little more attention to me. I suspect he saw that I was upset and needed to either teach me a lesson or divert my attention from my feelings.
“Would you all believe,” Darrell said, “That when Princess here was in school, he used to suck off a black boy on a regular basis, for several years? He liked it so much, he would swallow, too. Isn't that right, Princess?”
Oh My God I was so mortified, so embarrassed. I could feel my face going full-on beet red.
“Answer me, Princess,” said Darrell.
I didn't know how to answer, so I just quickly lowered my head and said quietly, “Yes, Sir.”
“Why don't you show these men just how well you suck black cock, Princess?”
One of the black men, the one who said I was such a cute girl and patted me on my ass, rose up and stood before me. He pushed me down to my knees, then rubbed his cock, which was huge and hard, against my mouth until I opened up.
He jammed his cock into my mouth, and I tried my best to suck him. My eyes were closed as I gave him the best blow job I knew how, sucking and licking his cock. Tears flooded my eyes and ran down my cheeks.
“Oh look,” said one of the men, “Princess loves it so much she is crying with happiness.”
Everybody laughed. I even heard Abby giggle. I felt humiliated.
I needed to get this over with, so I sucked as hard as I could, hoping to get him to cum quickly. It didn't work. No matter my effort, it took what seemed like an eternity, with a black cock in my mouth, for him to cum. I knew it was only about 15 minutes or so, but my jaw and tongue were getting so tired.
As he started to cum, Darrell said, “You better swallow, Princess.”
I swallowed. But he came so much it was hard getting it all down. Some leaked out and ran down my chin. When the guy pulled out of my mouth, he wiped his black cock all over my face, getting cum on my nose and around my eyes.
I looked over at Darrell, and he gave me a thumbs up, then told me to eat the cum on my chin. I used my finger to scoop it up into my mouth.
I then looked over at Abby. She was sitting on the lap of that darkest black man. Her eyes were partially closed, and her face was filled with lust and desire. The guys black cock was buried deep into Abby's pussy, and his black hands were squeezing my wife's tits. I was floored with shock.
While he was jacking his hips up and down to drive his cock into her, she was also moving her hips, enhancing the feeling of his cock in her. She began moaning, her breath quickening.
I couldn't believe it. My wife, my Abby, my soul mate, was fucking another guy right in front of me, and she was enjoying it. Tears started forming again as I watched. I was an emotional wreck.
Suddenly, Abby started shivering and shuddering, and she went into a gigantic orgasm. I had never seen her orgasm like that, ever. Not once. Never. I realized at that point that I was totally inadequate. First of all, my dick was small. Second, it was not nearly as thick as these black men's cocks. And third, I guess I just did not have the technique these guys had. And fourth, there must just be something about the cock being BLACK that was such a turn-on for her. I lowered my head. I had lost on all counts. Yes, I had love in my corner, so I felt confident, sort of, that she would not leave me, as she loved me, and I certainly loved her.
I felt embarrassed and humiliated that my own wife was having sex with another man, and that she was doing it publicly, in front of other people. Then I felt embarrassed that I had never been able to get her to orgasm like that in my life. It made me feel so inadequate, so inept at making love to my own wife, so useless. I hung my head in shame.
When Abby finished with her orgasm, that huge black cock was still pummeling her pussy, and she was still feeling it. She opened her eyes a fraction and saw me looking at her. She smiled at me, and mouthed, “I'm sorry.”
I nodded at her, and ****** a smile that I was not feeling. She smiled again at me, then closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation she was getting in her pussy, and I am sure, in her tits, as the guy kept squeezing her tits over and over.
I looked down, dejected and depressed. I was wondering how I was going to deal with this. And I was wondering what would come next.
My wife suddenly screamed out in another amazing orgasm. I had never in my life heard her screaming in orgasm before. Hearing that, despite my not trying to, my dick started to get hard. Even that embarrassed me, but I couldn't help it, knowing Abby was having an incredible orgasm. As I looked, she shuddered repeatedly, then lapsed into loud moaning sounds.
Her black lover started cumming, probably in reaction to the astonishing orgasm he was giving my wife. I could see cum dripping out of her, sliding down the black shaft of his cock. She shuddered repeatedly.
As they were finishing up cumming, my boss, Darrell, grabbed me by the back of my neck, and pulled me over so my face was right at my wife's pussy. My nose was so close it was actually touching the black shaft as he jammed his cock into my wife.
“As soon as they are done, clean her pussy and his cock like the good little girl you are, Princess.”
As the last of his cum shot into Abby, his cock slipped out. I got some of his cum in my eyes, but I ignored it, and immediately started my cleaning duty. I licked up the cum from Abby's wet pussy, and ran my tongue up and down the cummy black cock, sometimes slipping his cock into my mouth to suck up the cum that was still draining. I needed to make sure that Darrell saw I was doing a very good job.
Somebody picked Abby up and put her down on her hands and knees on the floor, then got behind her and jammed his black cock into Abby's very wet and well lubricated pussy. His hands were on her hips, rocking her back and forth as he jammed hard into her pussy. One of the other guys knelt in front of her, pulling her head up by her hair, and pushed his black cock between her lips.
She began sucking his cock like a banshee, like she was born and raised to be a black cock sucker. I watched in amazement. I had never seen anything like this before. My wife's large tits swayed beneath her with each inward pounding that came from behind her. It was an incredible sight. A black cock in her mouth and another dogging her from behind. Again, try as I might to keep it from happening, my dick got hard inside my panties. I wanted to cum. I felt like I really needed to.
Abby sucked that black cock in her mouth extremely hard. I didn't know where she learned to suck cock so well. She had sucked me off sometimes, but never with the enthusiasm and force she was showing with that black cock. It was like she was possessed.
After several minutes, the guy in her mouth began to pump his cum down her throat. That was another amazing thing. With me, she ALWAYS spit my cum out. With him she swallowed every bit she could. True some leaked out of her mouth, but it was nearly impossible to swallow it all, as much as there was.
While I was very embarrassed at my own apparent failings in what I now saw as not satisfying my wife sexually, and while I was very jealous, I also found myself getting very proud of my wife. She was obviously extremely desirable to these black men, and very accomplished at satisfying them.
Abby swallowed all the cum she could. The black guy pulled his cock out of her mouth. Before Darrell could grab me by the neck again, I rushed over and licked the cum from her lips. While doing that, my wife started shuddering, having another orgasm, followed by him cumming into her pussy. When he was done, he slapped her naked ass hard, then pulled out. I rushed behind her and ate the dripping cum from her pussy, and cleaned her as well as I could, then paid attention to his dripping cock.
Abby was exhausted. She dropped flat on the floor, then rolled onto her back, pulling her knees up, feet on the floor, knees wide apart. Her pussy gaped open a bit from the effects, I guess, of the huge black cocks that were inside her. It was the first time I had ever seen INSIDE her pussy like that. I was fascinated.
Darrell grabbed me by the front of my panties, yanking on my dick.
“Go out to my car, Princess,” he said, “and get the bag in the back seat and bring it in.”
I responded, “Yes, Sir.” and ran out the door, my little white skirt flipping up, fully ******** my pink panties. I leaned way into the back seat of the car to retrieve the bag. Behind me, I heard a whistle.
I quickly backed out and straightened and turned to face where the whistle had come from. Oh my fucking god, it was a couple from up the street out walking their dog.
She said, “Hi Lyle. What a cute little outfit. Mind if I borrow it some day?” Then they both laughed.
I was mortified. I wanted to sink into the ground and pull the dirt over me and never be seen in public again. I wanted to die. The only response I could think of was something so stupid I couldn't believe I said it.
I said, “Sure.”
If I had a gun, I would have shot myself in the head right then and there. STUPID! Word would spread all over the neighborhood now. The couple just stood there, big smiles on their faces, trying to hold back on their laughs. I quickly turned and leaned into the car and got the bag, ready to run into the house.
The woman said, “Love your panties. Nice and pink with those pretty white dots. I'll have to look for a pair just like them. Where did you get them? They go so well with your little tiny skirt.”
She had a huge smile on her face. It was a shit eating grin. If I had that gun, I might have shot her, too, just for that grin. The bitch. I turned and ran back into the house, the echos of their laughs still in my ears. Once inside, I covered my face with my hands, so embarrassed. I know I had tears. That was even more humiliating than anything else that had happened to me since working for Darrell.
After recovering a bit, I stepped into the living room and started handing the bag to Darrell.
“No, Princess. It is for you,” he said.
I reached into the bag and pulled out a strap-on with a black dildo attached. I looked at Darrell, and stated as bravely as I could, “Thank you, Sir.”
He said, “Your welcome, girl.”
Then he turned to Abby and said, “It is your choice. You can put on the strap-on and fuck her boy pussy, or you can have a real black cock fuck her boy pussy. Which do you want?”
On my god, I thought! How bad and humiliating can this night get?
It took Abby just a second to decide. “I'm pretty exhausted,” she said. “Besides, she should have a real black cock, I think. I think she would enjoy it more.”
I couldn't believe that my wife was calling me a “she” too.
