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From Loving Wife to Breeding Bitch
By Peter (address withheld)
***
Wimpy husband and beautiful wife take am cruise to
Greece, only there is a twist, beautiful wife, brings
along her black lovers. (M+/F, wife, intr, cuck, huml,
v)
***
These incidents took place last year, and I am still in
a state of shock after losing my new wife to superior
black cock. I have lost all confidence since she left
me, and have not been able to find a new girlfriend. My
ex-wife, on the other hand is living in the house next
door, having a fine time with her new black lover. I am
sure she is fucking not only him but also his friends.
It all started when we were offered a cut-price week in
Majorca by our next door neighbour Dermott. I had been
looking forward to a well-earned holiday with my new
bride, Sara, and I had been working hard at my factory
job, putting in extra hours on the production line to
pay for the trip. Even so, my job only paid minimum
wages and we were struggling to afford a decent
vacation.
Sara is a natural blonde of 27 with a slightly large
nose, plump arse and muscular thighs. She works part
time at the local riding stables, and with her short
blonde hair, oversize tits and strawberry-sized
nipples, is considered very pretty by most men.
Being 38, overweight and quite ugly myself, I
considered her to be a great catch. I knew she had had
plenty of boyfriends before me, but her parents were
close friends with my mother and father, and had
exerted a lot of pressure on her to accept my
proposition of marriage.
Things could have gone better since the wedding. I was
both in love and in lust with her, but unfortunately I
was suffering from premature ejaculation. Her slutty
bedroom antics were too much for me, and I would
usually come before entering her.
To make matters worse I was diagnosed as being
infertile, and had to break the news to her that I
could not give her children. Whereas at first she was
sympathetic to our problems, she had recently become
more scathing, openly questioning whether she had made
the right decision by marrying me.
Dermott, a muscular black man in his early thirties,
was living next door, and to be honest I was a little
scared of him. He never treated me with any respect,
and the only time I complained about his music, he told
me in no uncertain terms to "Fuck off ya piece a'
shit."
He was always having visitors round late at night, and
I suspected he was involved in crime in some way. I was
made more resentful by the fact that he would flirt
with Sara in my presence, and to my annoyance and anger
she had recently been encouraging him, stopping to talk
to him on the street and even waving to him through the
window.
Well Sara must have mentioned our financial problems to
him because next thing I knew he was offering us a
couple of tickets to Greece at less than half price. It
seemed that two of his friends had pulled out of a
package holiday, and he was hoping that Sara and me
would make up a foursome. I was in two minds about
accepting pointing out that I had never got on well
with Dermott. But Sara was sure we should accept the
offer: "We'd be stupid not to," she said. "Deep down,
I'm sure Dermott is a nice guy. He wouldn't have
offered us the tickets if he wasn't."
I had been hoping that our holiday would revitalise our
love life. If I could relax, I reasoned, my sexual
problems might go away. But I didn't know if I could
relax sharing the holiday with Larry and, no doubt, one
of his white sluts, in tow. But Sara was too was keen
to back down, and eventually I agreed to take the
tickets. On the day of departure I got the shock of my
life. The doorbell rang and there stood Dermott
together with another black man -standing well over 6'
and even more muscular than Dermott. "This here's
Larry," he said. Bro, this piece o' shit is Peter, guy
who don't like rap."
"Yeah, I've heard about you," said Larry, not bothering
to shake hands. "You'd better not come out with any of
that "turn the music down" shit in the hotel, we're
liable to kick yo lilywhite ass." They both laughed.
Then Sara turned up, wearing tight, thin blue shorts
and a red halter-top. I saw her give a quick glance at
both men and lick her lips. "Who's this?" she asked,
looking at Larry with a little-girl surprised voice.
"Larry, pleased to meet ya," Larry replied, and the
smooth bastard kissed her hand, making her pretty
cheeks blush with embarrassment before explaining that
he would be sharing a room with Dermott in the hotel.
We made our way to the cab and Sara sat in the back,
wedged in between the two big black men, while I sat in
the front. I was beginning not to like the way this was
heading. On the plane journey I kept mainly to myself
while Sara chatted to our black travelling companions
and drank beer. She was certainly revelling in the
attention of the two handsome guys, while I was
silently fuming with jealousy. When we arrived at the
hotel room a major row began to brew.
"Jesus, Sara, just stop it now," I said angrily.
"You're my wife, unless you've forgotten. I saw Dermott
with his hand on your knee on the plane. We have to
steer clear of them, they're bad news."
"You boring little fuck," she retorted. "I've had just
enough of you and your pathetic sulks?" Just then we
were disturbed by loud rap music coming from the next
room. I walked onto the balcony and saw Dermott and
Larry on the adjacent balcony listening to the music
and smoking a reefer. The heavily muscled coal black
men were both wearing only shorts, and their bodies
were rock hard and perfect.
Dermott had the physique of a heavyweight boxer and
Larry was also heavily built. He had tattoos on his
shoulder and neck. "Hope the music's not dissing you,"
said Larry to me "Well, as a matter of fact," I began
"Because you better get used to it, shithead." He was
about to say more but just then Sara poked her head
around the door. "Hi guys" she said. "Is that Cypress
Hill? I love it." She started to move her ass to and
fro to the music.
I stomped back into the room, leaving Sara on the
balcony swaying and chatting about the music. She
obviously preferred talking to them than talking to me.
Then, after five minutes of moping in the room, I heard
giggles and then screams coming from the balcony. I
walked back out, just in time to see two strong black
hands lifting my Sara over the rail separating the two
balconies. Laughing, she ended up on Larry's lap on the
other side. "What's going on?" I asked.
"Bitch prefers black men," retorted Dermott. "She
dumping yo sad ass."
Sara was laughing. "I just came over for a smoke," she
explained, taking the joint from Larry's mouth."
"Well you can damn well come back this instant." I
ordered angrily. I stomped back into the bedroom
expecting Sara to follow. She did not, but I could make
out snatches of Conversation coming from the balcony.
I heard Sara sigh, and then say "Boring? never any
fun." Then I made out one of the guys saying: "We're
not boring, look." then Sara shrieking with laughter.
Then silence, then Sara again "God, how did you get a
body like this? Fucking hell Derm?" Then: "Yo like that
bitch?" "yeah, like every girl's dream - god, look at
those muscles..." "Not like yo wimp ass husband,
bitch?"
Not able to stand any more I walked out of the hotel
room and down to the bar. I bought a stiff drink, and
sat down by the pool, where I had a view of the balcony
40ft above. Sara appeared to be sitting on Larry's knee
with her feet in Dermott's lap.
I couldn't believe my darling wife was flirting
blatantly with these uncouth men. After a few minutes
they rose and vanished into their room. I gulped my
drink down and set off back upstairs. I was determined
not to lose my wife to these two black men. I entered
our bedroom and pressed my ear to the wall. I thought I
heard something, so I pressed a glass against the wall.
It was thin, and I could clearly hear what was going
on."
"Yeah, suck it slut" (SLURP) "Like em big like this,
bitch?" (SLURP, SLURP) "You like to suck brothers'
cock."
"Ooh yeah," I heard my wife breath before her voice was
replaced by more slurping sounds.
"Yeah, suck on it ya fucking white tart." (SLUUUUURP!!)
I couldn't stand it any more and in a rush of blood I
stormed round to their front door and began hammering
on it. After a couple of minutes the door was flung
open and Larry stood there.
He was naked, and making no attempt to conceal a thick
11' cock, which appeared to be covered in salvia. "What
can I do for you? He asked, laughing. "Have you come to
complain about the noise from wife suckin' our dicks?"
From inside, I heard Sara laugh.
"Please," I said, "Can't I just speak to her for a
minute?"
"Sure, be my guest," he said, and gestured for me to
walk past him into the room. The sight I saw inside
shocked me to the bone. Dermott sat naked at the side
of the bed, while Sara, the slut was on her knees using
both hands to slowly wank the biggest black dick I had
ever seen. It was absolutely huge, jet black, the
length of a wine bottle and very, very hard.
"Bitch!" I yelled and slapped her, hard in the face. In
an instant both black men were on me, and the beating I
received was merciless.
First they battered my face, then held me on the floor
and punched me hard on all over my arms and legs Until
I was bruised everywhere and pleading with them to
stop. Then Dermott pulled me up and held my hands
securely as Larry began to bitch-slap me."
"She yo our bitch now." (Slap) "She done told us you
can't give her no baby. What kind of man is that?"
(Slap) (Slap)
Sara, still in her tight shorts and halter-top, was
sitting on the bed watching my humiliation intently.
"How's it feel, whitey? (slap) She loves nigaz, (slap)
you can't do nothin' bout it!" (slap) You tuch her
'gin, we'll kill you. How do ya like that? Yo wife out
of bounds, now, dickface."
Dermott then tugged me by my hair and threw me on down
the bed beside Sara. She glanced at me with scorn, then
punched me square on the nose. "If you fuckin' try to
slap me again, Peter, you're dead," she said. "I want a
divorce."
The men then pushed me out of the room and locked the
door. As I began to crawl back to mine and Sara's room
I heard my wife's throaty laugh. That night was the
worst of my life. The thin walls meant that I could
hear my darling wife being soundly sexed by the two
black men. I didn't get a wink of sleep, and I counted
nine of her very vocal orgasms before dawn.
As I lay there I could only imagine her being passed
from man to man, treated like the whore she has
obviously become. The next day she returned, but only
to carry her suitcase next door. I tried to persuade
her to stay and talk to me, but she simply said, "Do
you know anything about biology, Peter? Didn't you
study it at school?"
When I remained silent, she continued "Well I do. I'll
give you the facts." She looked me right in the eye. "I
am a beautiful, fertile woman, Peter. But you are a man
who cannot produce fertile sperm. A runt, if you like."
she added, cruelly.
"Dermott and Larry, on the other hand, are very, very
fertile men. Did you know they have fathered thirteen
children between them? They are both what is known as
alpha males, Peter, and now they have selected me as
their mate. They want to breed me and you know what? I
am very, very grateful for that. I am honoured. I will
do anything they ask to get the sperm from their big
dicks into my womb. I will be their slut for as long as
they want me." With that, she swirled on her high heels
and left the room. I was left in a state of shock.
The rest of the holiday was hell for me. The next night
I tried to leave to avoid the racket from the next
room, but Dermott and Larry dragged me back into their
room, where they took great pleasure in forcing me to
sit in a chair and watch while they bred my sweet wife.
The rougher they treated her, the more she seemed to
enjoy it. She especially liked slurping on Dermott's
massive pole while staring at me in the eyes. As I was
not allowed to wank, my cock was swollen to bursting.
As she sucked Dermott's black cock, she was very vocal,
saying things like. "I love feeling the weight of your
massive black fuck-stick, darling, it's perfect for
breeding me." "You little whore," Dermott said. "What
about your husband's cock?"
"My ex-husband, don't you mean," she replied between
slurps. Still staring into my eyes, she continued: "You
know I'm in love with you now and worship your massive
black dick (slurp). It's fuckin' huge. How could I go
back to that impotent little shithole? Your pole is so
fucking massive, Dermott, perfect for breeding black
babies."
"You hearing this impotent little shit?" asked Larry,
who was standing next to me. He cuffed me across the
face.
"Yes, that's it, beat him up," said Sara, still
slurping Dermott's oversized cock obscenely. "Smack the
WIMP up. Hey WIMP, how does it feel to be single again?
(sluuuuurp). How does it feel to watch your wife
sucking a superior black dick?
Sara then swayed over to me, sat on my lap and started
licking and kissing my face, then she rubbed her
breasts against me and put her hand on my crotch.
"Sorry darling," she breathed in my ear as she jiggled
on my knee. "I just don't need you any more."
She kissed me sensually on the lips before continuing
"Not as a lover, not as a provider, and not as a
husband. You're out of the picture, Peter darling."
Larry and Dermott then stood at either side of her with
their hard dicks out, right in front of my face. As I
watched, my wife began to give them both a slutty blow
job just inches from my face. I tried to close my eyes,
but Larry slapped me again, saying, "Keep watchin'
babydick."
I was in tears long before - much to the amusement of
Sara - Dermott forced me to lick his huge pole. It
almost made me choke as he shoved it into my mouth and
shot his massive load down my throat. Both men
proceeded to fuck my wife hard on the bed while I was
forced to watch. Sara rubbed salt in my wounds by
acting like a complete whore, begging them for their
stiff cocks, and urging them to breed her and give her
a baby.
When I was finally allowed to go back to my room I knew
that my wife was lost forever. By the end of the
vacation Sara was really revelling in my torment. They
dragged me to a tatooist where they made me have "sissy
white wimp" etched on my butt, while Sara had "black
cock slut" on her arm, much to the amusement of the
other customers. When we arrived home she wasted no
time in moving in with Dermott.
My wife has now become a breeding bitch for my black
neighbour and his friends, and makes no attempt to hide
the fact. On the contrary, most days I see her parading
her swollen belly on the streets still wearing tight
dresses and high heels like a common whore.
Despite her pregnancy of six months, I know she is
still sexually active. I can clearly hear her fucking
next door, and nowadays I pray for the loud music to
drown out the noise.
END
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