Chapter 10

1 - A Normal Work Morning

I wake up wondering what day it is, what time it is, do I have to be at work, what’s going on? It takes me longer than normal to work it all out. I’m relieved that it’s just past 6 am and Monday morning. My natural wake up time, even though we were very late to sleep last night. I was one of those lucky enough to not have to worry about alarms waking me up each morning.

I rolled a little and felt the knickers I had on dig into places I didn’t usually feel underwear. My hands were quickly adjusting them and feeling a strange dampness around my cock area. Last night the wetness was lower down, around my balls, which is where a woman’s pussy would leak. But right now it was more up front. Confused, had I cum in the cage thing last night, was that even possible? I didn’t care enough to worry about it. Instead rolling a bit to see my beautiful wife laying there still sleeping.

My mind racing through what the weekend was and how it finished. Did Emily say something about being a Black Cock Whore? Did I hear the words drugs and money from her? In what context, how, who, when? I needed a pee, I needed tea, I needed a shower. It was Monday and I needed to log in soon.

I slid into my usual Monday routine and left Emily to sleep, again normal for a Monday. Toilet, showered strangely with a cock cage on, dressed (like a normal man), logged on and I bought a cuppa up to her just as she was starting to stir. It was around 7 am, all like clockwork. Good as she had work this morning and usually left at around 8.30 am.

As I looked at her I wondered if she’s ok for work? We’d still not discussed the weekend that we’d just left behind. I didn’t know what had happened, what she’d done. She actually looked well rested and, surprisingly, not tired. Maybe she did have some rest time with those men?

We smiled, exchanged pleasantries and confirmed that today was a ‘normal day’. She got up taking the tea with her into the bathroom. She even stopped just in front of me to pause and pose. Something she’s never done before. Simply standing there, one hand on her hip facing me.

What a goddess, huge heavy, ring tipped tits. The rose tattoo on her boob winking at me, its simplicity almost conflicting with the thick, industrial looking nipple rings. Her black lace knickers pulled tight against her pussy, her plump lips showing clearly as they push against the material. Then I spot her ankle tattoo, the large empty spade. I shiver as I wonder what the plan is for that.

She moves on to the bathroom, closing the door. I unconsciously sniff the air, a definite trace of her weekend activities floating in the air. Sex, cum, smoke, booze, all alien to me at this time of the morning in our bedroom.

I shake my head and wander down the stairs, back to my office when I hear the front door unlock. Standing and heading to see what was going on, I was surprised and also not surprised to see Michelle entering. God, this early again, she really was a woman on a mission. I watched her stand to one side of the door as I was then surprised to see two new, complete strangers come in with her. They were of course both black men. So today wasn’t going to be a normal Monday. I stood there, surprised, shocked and wondering what her plan was today. Would Emily be ok with this? Again? Where the hell was Michelle finding all these men.

She looked down the hallway at me just as they all closed the door. Then we heard the toilet flush above me and the shower start. She smiled, “Morning Chris,” and she very briskly started to walk up the stairs. The men in tow, of course.

“Morning Michelle.” I didn’t know what else to say as I watched the three of them move into my house, the two men giving me the usual British men’s nod of ‘right’, which I returned. So weird how this was already the norm for me. Strange men walking into my house, and into my bedroom.

I knew this needed my attention, work would have to wait. I needed to know whatever this was about to be, so I followed them up the stairs. As I arrived in my now usual place, our open bedroom doorway, Michelle took control again. “She’s in the shower. Then going to work in a bit,” and she looked at me for acknowledgement. I nodded. She turned back to them, “Let’s make this a surprise for her, so keep it quiet.” They all shared a grin.

Michelle pulled the duvet off the bed and lobbed it on the floor. I was embarrassed at the stage of the bedsheet. There were clearly stains visible on it, no doubt from yesterday evening’s fucking and maybe my leekage last night? Actually probably her’s also. Geezzz.

Michelle picked up on it, “Yup, a slut’s bed alright,” and she sniggered. The men chuckled with her. One of them ask her, “You’d better be right about her being a looker. I dun’t be getting up this early for a some fat white munter.”

She looked at the wall browsing through framed pictures and smiled to herself. She almost picked up our wedding photo, but decided on a photo of a pregnant Emily back in the day. In the photo she was beaming with happiness. She had exposed arms as it was summer, but not much else to the eye. Though she was beautiful, the size of her chest couldn’t be ignored.

“You want us to fuck a preggo slag?” one asked, confused.

Michelle quickly put him straight, “She’s a fucking slag alright, but that’s how she will look like in a couple of months.” Michelle realised she had to limit her volume because she started to be too loud.

He snorted, “But she could be fat now,” trying to keep his voice down.

“So does she still have titty milk?” Now the other became active.

Michelle snapped at them quietly throwing the photo back where she picked it up from, “Just you wait.” She looked back at me and smiled before turning back to the two men. “How about you both get completely naked on the bed ready for her?” They were about to say something when we all heard the shower stop. “Quickly!” she ushered them.

Then turning to me, “We’ll leave them to it. Let’s see what happens,” a huge grin on her face as she pulls me from the doorway onto the landing and across to Claire’s bedroom. She’s away at uni so the room was empty, Michelle has us both sit on her bed. Christ, Emily wasn’t going to like this surprise, was she? She’d probably also think it was me that had organised this. As I sat on the bed I looked at my watch, it was 7.34 am, this was going to be a rush, or I’d have to make excuses at Emily’s work.

Michelle picked up on my time check. “She’s got plenty of time, don’t worry.”

And then it started, we heard Emily talking to me. She thought I was in the bedroom and I guess hadn’t opened the door yet, “Can you get my blue bra out of the...” We heard the bathroom door open and a screech, “What HA...!”

Then a deep chuckle from a man, “Oh yes, that’s one fine white mare.” Then the other with a simple, “Ummhumm,” in agreement, obviously.

I had to guess that my wife was either naked or had a towel somewhere and that on our bed were now two completely naked black men. I’d love to have seen her face as she saw them for the first time.

Her confusion obvious, “What are you..., where is...”

One of the men crudely and simply told her, “We’re here to put our nut in you. You’re going to work in a bit yer?”

More confusion from my wife, “What, I, errr yes.”

The other man, “Drop the towel and come over here,” followed by a possible noise of that towel hitting the floor.

The first man, “Fuck love them’s some knockers. Jezus H Christ, I’ve never seen’m so big.”

“Don’t mind him, I see you looking at my meat. Come on.”

Then the sound of the mattress giving as I feel Michelle’s hand on my leg. I turn to her as we hear the sound of a whimper and more movement. Then one of the men said, “You don’t want condoms, hey?” Then the other, “You’re dripping,” and they both laughed.

No reply but more movement and another whimper, then the sound that must have been lips on a body part. I instantly saw it as one of the men with his lips around her nipple. “You know your way around black dicks, get to work.” The way these two strange men were talking to my wife had me excited. I’d not heard someone being dominant to her like this before. They were very obviously in control.

Kissing sounds and an, “Ummm gawwwddd yes!” That must have been a cock entering my wife. It was the unmistaken sound of a woman taking a big cock into her pussy for the first time in a little while. The throaty sound of the first stretch.

I turned to Michelle, “Where’d you find them?”

“Online,” with a huge grin.

As the rhythm of the clear fucking and moaning started in the room next door, the ease with which my wife accepts yet another stranger’s black cock inside her was a revelation. The grunts and moans from them were sending my mind wild with visions of what they were doing.

How many cocks had she had in her in the last 48 hours? The unknown weekend again flashed through my mind as Emily’s drifting off comments from last night came flooding back to me. Turning to Michelle I asked, “Michelle, last night Emily said something about drugs?” She didn’t react so I added to it, “and something about money and being a whore?”

She smirked, then laughed, “You’re worried that your precious wife could be turned out by the nasty black men?” I mean, I sort of was yes, but when she put it like that, no? She continued, “What did she say?”

I tried to recall, “I dunno, something about being a black whore and...”

She cut me off, “A whore for black cock?”

Didn’t quite sound right but, “Yer?”

She laughed, “And?”

Oh so that was nothing, “Something about money and I’m sure she said drugs.”

She smiled, “Yer I could smell weed on her last night. That’s fine.”

“Fine?” I was more than a little alarmed.

“Yer, makes the sex,” she did a wavy arms thing, “more far out man,” and laughed.

“Oh,” though I wasn’t convinced.

“Fuck me, Chris, she’s in there bareback fucking some strangers I just brought in and you’re worried about her being called names and smoking a little dope.” She squeezed my thigh, “She is a whore for black cock, just listen to her.”

We did. Grunting, moaning, she was asking for more, thanking them and kissing them. They were calling her all sorts, one of them clearly fascinated with her tit size, telling her how he was going to worship them forever and how he was going to make her a star. Through it all my lovely wife Emily was acting as Michelle had said, as a whore. Not once was there a pause or a no, or stop. She was simply a sex animal, loving every second of it.

Michelle surprised me, “I doubt she’s taken anything more than a puff of weed.”

“Doubt?”

She smirked, “Yup, I doubt it.”

That didn’t reassure me. Checking my watch again, “She has work in a bit.”

She stood up, “She’ll be fine, plenty of time. She’ll have their balls drained in no time,” and she walked out of the room. I stood to follow her, but with her back to me she reminded me, “You need to be at work also, don’t you?”

“Yer,” and I joined her moving to the top of the stairs. I peeked into our bedroom, somehow at ease seeing Emily, one of the men was lying on the bed, he was facing Emily’s back, his cock was clearly in her. Her attention was directed elsewhere, she was licking the other guy cock. She was doing it with passion, her every head movement was pure concentration. She was in her element, I was so proud. I felt Michelle’s hand on my back, aiming me down the stairs. I sighed and closed my eyes, taking in the sounds now behind me.

I glided down the stairs, glad and sorta disappointed that I wasn’t going to be involved this time. Soon at my desk, looking over the systems that I needed to keep an eye on. IM’s popping everywhere with the usual Slack mornings, stats, figures and more to get my attention. Even though I could hear the fucking still upstairs, it was quiet enough and I was engrossed enough that it wasn’t a distraction. Had it already become the norm?

2 - Dressed for work

I was snapped out of my work focus with the sound of the front door again, turning around seeing nothing, I’d not even heard the stairs? I listened carefully, wondering was it Michelle that had gone, or the men? Looking at the clock on my screen, it was 7:52 am, she was going to be late. I then heard the unmistakable sound of my wife orgasming from above me. I naturally reached for my cock to move it as the blood started to flow to it, but my fingers were instead met with the hard plastic through my trousers. This was going to take some getting used to. The orgasm sound caught my attention as it was joined with a deeper howl of a man joining in the throes of pleasure.

That surprised me, I’d assumed they’d both left. So one had gone? Or had Michelle left? I listened intently to try to work it out. But nope, I couldn’t guess. I then had the thought that maybe someone else had simply walked in? My screen pinged, someone needed me on a Slack call.

This time trying to focus on the call was tricky. Knowing that above me another load of cum was being injected into my wifes womb. My wife, that was now some kind of slut for black men. She was trying to get knocked up to fulfil my perversions. The complications that it would bring. The huge impact on our life going forward. My cock strained again.

I managed to get out of the call just as the front door banged again. This time I’d heard the stairs before it so I knew someone had left. She was going to be late. I quickly jogged up the stairs to remind her or ask her if she needed me to do something.

My cock and balls nearly exploded at what I saw from my perch, again in the bedroom doorway. Michelle was sitting on the end of the bed watching my wife get dressed. I arrived right at the start of the process. Emily was leaning forward, at her hips stepping into her knickers. Her colossal tits threatened to tip her forward as they swayed forward and down. Her nipple rings dangling down, swinging freely, adding to the eroticism of the vision.

The conversation that joined the scene was making it even harder for me to not rip my cock cage to pieces. Like the hulk ripping his clothes, my cock obliterating its prison, breaking free to allow me to reclaim my wife. Alas all that happened was for it to hurt more.

“Keep your legs together tight,” came Michelles instruction to my wife. I was sort of confused until Emily replied as she pulled the knickers up her legs.

“God Michelle, I really should shower or at least let it out a bit.”

Michelle laughed when the knickers reached their goal and my wife pulled them nicely over her hips. “Nope, you’ll be fine.”

Emily turned to face Michelle, seeing but ignoring me in the process. Her hand on her hip, “God, Michelle, I can...” She stopped and closed her eyes. “Yup, god woman.” Michelle clapped her hands. I was slightly confused.

Emily opened her eyes, and looking down at her crotch said, “Yer har har. Jeezus really?”

The only reply she had was a, “Yup, come on now,” and Michelle threw her an item of clothing. Emily untangled it, quickly we all worked out it was a skirt. “And you don’t have to keep them closed as tightly now.”

Emily tutted, “Yer yer, I get it. God darn,” as she resumed her previous pose stepping into the skirt. Again I was mesmerised at the weight and movement of her breasts. I’d seen them for years, but today every movement she made was that bit more dirty and sexy. Maybe it was knowing that she had a womb full to overflowing with cum? It was then that I realised what they were talking about. My wife’s knickers were going to have a puddle of cum in them very soon if not already. I nearly moaned out loudly at my pain as that realisation hit me.

The charcoal coloured skirt now over her hips as she pulled it into place. It wasn’t overly short, professionally long, but sexy tight. You could see her ass and thick, muscly thighs stretching it nicely. Standing there half dressed with her tits out made me remember how this all started with that work party when she wore a skirt like this for the first time. Another item flew towards her, that she caught. This item was obviously a bra.

The three of us in a weird silence as Emily carried out the impressive task of wrestling her tits into the garment. It was black, to match her knickers but I don’t think it was a set. The knickers were a solid black, but this bra was an entirely transparent, lacy affair. I was able to really acknowledge the skill in how quickly, decisively and elegantly she was able to manipulate the collection of hooks, straps and lace into place. The weight on her shoulders clearly evident as the straps took the load of her full mammaries as they were pulled up, away from their natural position. This caused them to fill the cups to bursting, the sides bulging with pure boob flesh trying to escape. I was in heaven taking this all in.

Michelle then held something out in her hand. Emily stepped forward to take whatever it was from her hand. The answer came as she soon put some, larger than I’d seen for a while, hooped earrings in her ears. A nice thick gold colour, if I had to guess maybe 50 mm or more. I liked them and was wondering where they’d come from.

Once they were done she simply stood there looking at Michelle. It was obvious that she was waiting for her top. Whatever it was going to be. She put both hands on her hips and I expected her to say something, or for Michelle to say something. But both women simply looked at each other. My wife standing there half dressed, Michelle sitting on the end of our bed. I didn’t know if they were going to burst out laughing or if my wife was going to get cross. I felt like it had already gone on too long. Looking across at the bedside screen, watching the time move across it, 8.06 am. Time was ticking on. I was about to say something when Michelle reached behind her and passed the next thing to my wife.

It was a flat packet, in white tissue, maybe A5 in size. Emily looked as confused as me, as she unwrapped it. “Ohhh Michelle,” and she smiled, clearly pleased with what she saw. At that Michelle stood up and moved towards me. She stopped short of me and picked up a bag that I hadn’t seen before. Emily sat on the bed as she unwrapped the packet. I then watched in slow mo as I tried to take it all in.

Quickly realising that my wife was unraveling a pair of white, sheer, fancy stockings. I watched her slowly pull them, one and a time up her long legs. I’d swear I could hear the static crackle as the material slid along her skin. The grin on my wife’s face as she worked these up her legs was lovely to see, she was clearly enjoying this moment. So was I. I’d also certainly noticed her bra encased boobs being squashed against her thighs as she leaned forward to pull the stocking over her foot. This was a scene straight out of an 80s softcore film, it just needed the soft back lighting to wrap it up.

Michelle now sat on the bed, just as Emily had done all she could sitting down. She stood and nearly tripped over the heels that Michelle had placed in the space that she was previously standing. Watched my amazing wife, twisting, pulling and straightening the stockings as a sight to behold. The white against the charcoal skirt was eye-catching. Her knickers kept appearing from moment to moment as she worked to get it all just right, her tits jiggling and trying to escape in the process. This entire process was burned into my mind.

When she was satisfied that it was all decent, she smoothed down her skirt and stood there looking again at Michelle. She was obviously waiting for her top as that was all that was left. But Michelle smiled at her and nodded towards her feet.

The heels. They were black and shiny, certainly not cheap imitations, they called out money and expense. Emily stepped in, her entire posture changing as she settled into them. Her calves were pulled tight, her ass pushed out, her tits pushed forward. She looked like she was going to tip forward even more. She giggled, I groaned.

Michelle then leaned forward and simply placed her hand low on my wifes belly, I guess over her womb. Part over her skirt, part directly over her flesh. Emily stood still. The silence again entered the room as a moment passed between them both. It was as if Michelle was the father putting her hand on the growing baby that was hers. It shocked me. They were both eyes locked on each other, Michelle looking up and Emily looking down.

I couldn’t help myself, something about this moment was so special and eerie at the same time. I fumbled in my back pocket and picked up my phone. I snapped a few pictures, certainly not intending to do it sneaky or creepy like but they both 100 % didn’t notice me.

Michelle’s hand slowly moved up from my wife’s belly tracing her fingers lightly up her friend’s body. Very quickly she traced the side of her boob, letting her finger move around a nipple and the ring that adorned it. Emily gasped, obviously feeling it.

Michelle took a deep breath and shuffled back on the bed, still with direct eye contact, “Remember a few months ago?”

My wife’s expression didn’t change, she did however nod, imperceptibly. Michelle looked over at me, before looking back at my wife. “Remember when you wanked off in front of Terry?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Remember when you where fucked at his cottage with his friends?”

This time Emily responded with a quiet, “Yes,” and a nod.

“Remember when you had that shower in front of Chris and all those men?”

Another nod.

“And now here you are. Standing here.” Their eyes locked again and a few moments silence before, “Tell me what is going on there,” and she nodded towards my wife’s crotch.

Emily didn’t answer right away, she looked across at me before looking back at Michelle. I couldn’t tell what was coming next, in the past she would have shied away from this sort of thing. But a lot has happened over the last few months. She was a very different woman now. One much more aware of her sexuality. Had she leaned fully into it?

I soon found out, “I’m probably being or have been fertilised,” and had a grin on her face.

“Did you enjoy getting that way?”

An instant answer, with a head nod, “Yes.”

“You need to get into work don’t you?”

“Yer,” she glanced across at the clock.

“That’s ok, I’ll take you.” Well, Michelle had never offered or done that before. Yet another first and one that was as confusing. Why would Michelle want to do that? She then nodded back at Emily’s crotch, “How’s that feeling?” with an evil smirk.

My wife screwed her face up a little, “Damp. Surprise.”

“Only damp?” She sounded disappointed. “Surely you have a cunt full of jizz?”

Again no answer between them for a few seconds, before Emily squirmed, “Yer, but,” and she closed her eyes.

Michelle smiled. “Embrace it Emily, think of all the cocks that have been inside you this weekend. All the presents they left you. How full of all their cum you must be.” My wife moaned at that as her friend continued, “Don’t be ashamed of it. It’s natural. It is the very nature of being a woman.”

My wife then surprised me. Her legs, currently held tightly together, shuffled. Or maybe it was more her feet that shuffled. But they very definitely moved slightly apart. A gap appeared between her stocking covered legs. It kept opening, until maybe her knees were a good half a foot apart. Her stance was now even more majestic. She opened her eyes and looked at Michelle, trying to smile, though in obvious discomfort.

Michelle smiled back, “Embrace it. This is the new you.” She then stood picking two objects up from the bed with her. “Is your crotch wet now?” Emily nodded and dropped her eyes. Michelle beamed, “All that slime running out of your slutty cunt?”

I was the one to gasp hearing that, but neither woman looked across at me. Instead my wife tilted her head, looking past Michelle, yup she was looking at the clock. She then looked back up at Michelle, “God Michelle, I can’t go to work like this.”

She was right she still only had a bra on her top half, but I don’t think that’s what she meant. Michelle handed her what turned out to be a white blouse that she quickly put on, whilst moaning at the same time, “I have to clean up a bit.”

Michelle laughed and held a black jacket out for her when she was ready. She’d really need that today, as the white blouse was completely transparent, her black bra very obvious indeed.

As she pulled the jacket on, she changed her plea, “Oh god, Michelle. I feel like I’ve pissed myself and I smell of sex.”

Hearing my wife moan about that was so unlike her, even all her recent changes it sounded nasty and dirty. But I loved it, clearly Michelle did as well. “You’ll be fine. I know you’ll head straight to the toilets when you get there. Let’s not pretend you won’t.”

I was disappointed as that started to ruin the illusion straight away and to go with this

3 - Another Load

Lunch time came around and I was able to breathe and take a moment. I’d not had a chance to look at my mobile and had muted the notification, so wasn’t surprised to see a few messages from Michelle and Emily. I started with Emily’s, an ‘I love you’ a ‘God we’re crazy’, a picture of her, I guess at her desk it was aimed down at her legs. Her tits in the picture, still clothed but filling the bottom quarter of the screen. Then her legs were wide apart, her skirt pulled tightly high up on her thighs, stocking and panties on display. There was no comment, just the picture. Damn it was a wet dream of a picture, it looked amazing. I pinched in on her pussy, yup the panties were tight and very obviously wet. So decadent and perverted. I loved it, quickly replying with a string of, ‘Love you too’, and, ‘Damn what an amazing picture. Send more!’

Michelle had texted me loads of stuff, all about how amazing Emily was. How exciting everything was, what a slut she now was. It was all real exciting and sexy fun, it did all finish with a question though, ‘Tell me when it’s your lunch time.’ Then, about 30 mins ago, she asked me again. ‘Lunch time yet?’

I had no idea what she wanted so quickly replied, ‘Hey Michelle, yup taking it now. Sorry it’s been crazy at work. All ok?’

She replied in seconds, like she’d been waiting. ‘Good, get some food in you and be ready for a Facetime call in 10 minutes.’ Errr Christ, that didn’t get me long and a FaceTime call why? I didn’t have long for lunch and did need to be back. I knew any questions to her wouldn’t get an answer that would have been of any use, so I opted for ‘Yup’ and quickly made a cuppa and grabbed a sandwich.

Getting back to my desk with my food nearly all stuffed when the call came in. I answered it on my iPad so that I could be hands free, if work needed me.

Instantly I had to turn the volume down.

“Ugghhhhhhh!” A scream of a woman having sex, even before the picture appeared. When it did a few seconds later, it took me a moment to work out what I was looking at. Though I instantly realised the woman on the screen was Emily I couldn’t figure out what, when, or where.

I knew it was Emily as the tits on display were ones that I know very well indeed. The white shirt was open and they were bouncing around out of the bra that was still on. Her obvious nipple rings present on the jiggling mounds of flesh. From what I could see she was straddling a black torso, clearly his cock buried deep inside her as she rode it. Her head was down, hair all over the place. She was clearly loving the feelings, yelling and telling everyone that wanted to hear her how much she ‘Loved his black cock in her’. She was on a mission and obviously enjoying every movement.

Where was this? And when? As my cock started to hurt in that stupid cage I started to notice that the clothes matched what she had on when she left for work this morning. I could see the skirt around her waist, the same knickers pulled to one side, the same stockings, though one had lost its fight to stay up and its top was around her knee. This was happening now? Michelle wasn’t playing a video back from the weekend?

If this was now, what the fuck? Emily was at work? Wasn’t she? Had she called in sick and gone somewhere else? But what about the picture from earlier?

The picture was too zoomed in and dark for me to work out where this was. I watch my wife then move her body as the man inside her moaned, “Fuck bitch, I’m going to fill you up,” and one of his hands reached for one of her tits. Lifting her head, looking at him, her hands going up above her somewhere.

“Ummmm yes, fill me with your cum. God yes.”

Then Michelle, I guess, moved the camera back a little and I saw my wife’s hands on the ceiling. This room was tiny. Then it all made sense. They were in the back of a van. Just as it hit me both of his hands grabbed my wife’s hips and they all spotted moving. He roared and she moaned, “Yessssss!” closing her eyes, “I can feel it.”

I was watching this black man seed my wife. My balls churned, my cock wanted freedom. My wife’s hips moved slightly forward and back as she was clearly milking his cock for all it was worth. His grunting and panting in perfect timing to what I knew would be jet after jet of his semen injecting as deep into me wifes womb as he could.