Ok if only for your edification Mr Cuckold4one (lol)
a very interesting Friday night Saturday morning. Little bit of background first, Nicky drove my wife to the party about nine, but she could only stay till about eleven, leaving my wife with Sarah (who knows what's been going on between us and I have spoken to on occasion but, had never met) and a couple of other friends. I worked until near eleven myself, and it took another hour for me to drive to the very posh, detached house in Romford, Near London. Once there I found the place easy enough, if only from the loud rumble of heavy dance music but, couldn't raise anyone from the front of the property so, I tried to find my way round only to inadvertently end up on neighbouring property and was told to fuck-off in no uncertain terms and threatened with the police, so I ended up walking right round and through the places really long garden.
It wasn't quite the Roman orgy which Nicky had painted it but close
, walking towards the lit little camp of canopies and marques near the house, I stumbled across a couple of naughty little scenes. The first was a rather fat white girl, great blubbery tits exposed to the cold night air and way-too-tight skirt pulled up and over her considerable belly, being held up against a low wall between two older black-guys who were both finger fucking her gash at the same time, their erect cocks being wanked ski'ing style by their play mate onto her fat thighs
I also stumbled across a couple of small groups of girls nipping out into the night to have a pee in the darkness rather than work their way through to the toilets in the house. One couple on spotting me invited me to judge their pissing competition, both distance and quantity. So, my introduction to the party guests and its host was made by these two young ladies whom moments before had spread the thighs for my inspection, squatting, leaning back and pulling nickers aside before squirting great jets into the night, laughing like loonies whilst they did so.
Nicky was not wrong about the make up of the people there, there were lots of whites couples, from those in their twenties through to people my age (as was our host, a music producer or promoter, what ever the difference ), a small number of very sultry black girls and seemingly a small army of single guys, most of them angry looking blacks who either stood around in small knots eyeing-up everyone else with attitude and suspicion, about a hundred plus or so I'm guessing, everyone being druunk or wasted. There was music everywhere, and people danced everywhere there was space but, a proper dance floor was in the biggest tent, DJ and everything. It was there where I saw my wife, in the company of Sarah (recognised her from pics) dancing wildly in the middle of a clutch of young guys, the one immediately in front of her was a lanky good looking black and were really giving it some. She was obviously having a great time, so I decided to explore further.
I personally love being the only sober guy in a wild debauched party (didn't driink until my late twenties), and I took the opportunities presented here with relish, I was kissed and groped, and kissed and mauled tits, arse and pussy through thin party dresses in return with a whole bunch of eager young ladies in various states of inebriation as I danced and wondered my way round the house. The air was thick with weed-smoke and it seemed every flat surface had a smattering of various wraps or a dusting of white powder.
I was pulled into a clinch with two women on a low sofa, one biting my stiffening cock through my jeans whilst I chewed her friend's mouth and exposed little-titties, all the time her boyfriend (I assume) openly wanked his tiny limp cock, growling encouragement at us. We'd attracted a small crowd when my other playmates partner put an end to our fun and believe it or not, even apologised to me as he pulled his girlfriend/wife free and tucked her baubles away, so I wondered on
The house was huge, certainly compared to mine anyhow, there was a snooker room (full-size table) with a proper bar. Up stairs the first bed room I had a look in was packed with people, all watching the show on the bed that for the moment I couldn't see. What I could see however, that there were two couples sat on furniture against one wall, girls sat gingerly on their partner's lap, both white, but sat with each was one of the many angry looking blacks and whilst everyone else's attention seemed fixed by what was happening on the bed (most filming it on their phones) these two women were sucking these black-guy's tongues and under the not very discrete cover of one of the many coats in the room, were wanking one or all of the four cocks hidden underneath. Their white partners were kissing and nuzzling necks and cupping tits under half opened blouses whilst the girls fists pumped away under the coats. Had a good giggle to myself thinking about how many people went home latter that morning with their coats plastered in someone else's jizz.
Speaking of jizz, above the smell of bodies and smoke I could smell it and movement near the bed cleared my view as to its source, spread eagled on the bed was gorgeous brunette in her early thirties, completely naked save for a necklace of used condoms, these I saw were being emptied, to great cheers from the on lookers, by an equally good-looking light-skinned black girl, all over the brunettes lovely round (fake again, this is Essex) tits, the brunette spreading it theatrically. I could also see that her pussy, thickly bushed, was likewise white with sticky cum, the sheets under her bottom soaking wet from this and her own juices. I realised that save for the four women I've mentioned everyone else was a man, again mostly black, in various states of undress and arousal, nearly all with cock in one hand and mobile phone in the other. Many it seemed had already had at least one go, and absurdly stood chatting with others about god knows what with sticky wet dicks still hanging out being lazily fingered into stiffness again. Giving the numbers of cameras I am sure that this little gem will find its way onto the internet soon.
Even as I watched another willing dick found its way into that wet mess, I watched for another ten minutes, noticing that one of the lap-sitting hussies behind me had ducked under the cover of a coat and was finishing that dark meat off with her mouth, her lap-mate smiled at me and patted the surface next to him inviting me to sit. Thinking that perhaps this meant that I would be next to get his young-girlfriend 's attention I did just that, only to quickly and politely excuse myself when it was him who lent in for a kiss, remember I was sober.
Heading back down stairs I bump into Sarah and begin to introduce myself, only for her to throw her arms around my neck and kiss me like an old friend, introducing me to her rather disinterested druunk friends. She told me how she'd wanted to meet me for some time, and in a continuation of our last phone conversation, told me how my relationship with Nicky had lifted her friend from what had been a very worrying downwardly, spiralling-depression, Sarah had been quite concerned for her best-friend's wellbeing. She gave me full credit for giving Nicky a bit of excitement and pulling her out of this funk, this surprisingly nonjudgmental young, very, very sexy-lady gave me a full-on kiss and promised me "an appropriate reward one day", with a wink she was whisked away by her friends through to the bar. That genuinely made me feel really good about myself
I made my own way to where I'd left my wife dancing nearly an hour before, and sure enough there she was. The music was slower now and she was in a tight sexy dance with one of the many darkly, sexy young black men, a second was pressed against her back his hands on her hips rubbing his groin on my wife's sexy backside. I was quite happily watching the show but like a spotlight she spotted me straightaway and taking her dance partner's hand she made a bee-line towards me. Greeting me with an enthusiastic, druunking kiss introduced me to her new friend and saying that we where giving him a lift back to our own home town, where he was staying. He had a very deep American accent, standing a good four inches or so taller than me, I found him quite an imposing and attractive figure, we'll call him"Arty".
I had a quick dance with my wife, another with Sarah then with it now near two in the morning we decided to head home. Another much younger black-guy joined us, he lived just the other side of Romford on our way, so, he took shotgun next to me, Arty and my wife on the back seat. Ten minutes later having dropped off the second guy, it was just the three of us, but my wife stayed in the backseat having a giggly conversation with Arty.
Now, the trip back home is largely via a long boring road called the A12, this road at two in the morning is populated by slow heavy goods vehicles heading to the coastal ports of Harwich and Felixstowe, as they overtake one another, it's a slow trip, as we crawl past one little convoy I ask Arty if he had a good time, he answers:
"I certainly did dancing with this sexy young lady, boy can she move ... had a lot of young bucks throwing me some jealous looks, I can tell you" oh that lovely American drawl.
"what about you XXXX?" I ask my wife, "dare say you got some dirty looks keeping this guy to yourself all night on the dance floor"
"one or two perhaps" she answers, there is a quick look between them which I can just about see in the rear-view mirror, the car's interior temporally lit up by a lorry as I pass it.
"oh yeah?" says I "am I missing something?"
Arty laughs and passing a dainty piece of cloth over my shoulder, he adds, in a matter of fact way:
"no but your wife certain is missing something"
I glance at the pair of lacy panties that Arty dropped onto my lap, they are matted together at the gusset with damp white flakes and in the confines of the front of the car I could smell the unmistakable scent of male cum. Moving the mirror to do so, I take a dangerously long look at my smiling wife as she opens her legs wide apart, the fingers from one hand spreading her lips wide in a very whorish way, exposing a very wet, naked and puffy, well fucked cunt.
The view was lost to me as we pass the lorry and loose it's light but, I am aware of a seat-belt being undone and can her my wife moan a soft:
"oh yeah, please do" there is a pause and I can hear a rhythmic gasp as I guess her cunt is being finger fucked. Up a head is another slow convoy of half a dozen or so, trucks I begin pull out and speed up to overtake them and get home a quickly as possible, there's a dark voice behind me:
"no, slow man, plenty of time" Arty says, I am now running practically along-side the cab of first of the trucks.
"turn the interior light so, I can see what I'm doing" he instructs, of course this also lights up the car for anyone looking down and in from the right height, for example from the cab of a lorry say. I steal a couple of glances back, my wife's party dress, is now little more that a wide belt around her belly, the seat belt sits snuggly between her breasts but she has slid her body along the bench seat, Arty has taking his seat-belt off completely and is all but naked himself, he pulls my wife's hips forward, spreads her again so, I can see two fingers of his right hand working away, I can't stop looking.
"boy, I liked sticking my cock in your wife, lovely and tight in there, well to start with. Your dirty wife was getting very friendly whilst we danced and whispered in my ear that we ought to find somewhere a little quitter, but you know man, in all that noise I just couldn't hear her so, I had to make her ask properly, louder. I dare say quite a few people heard your wife ask for me to stick my big black cock in her"
My wife was gasping now, quite loudly as his fingers furiously fucked her, I could tell she was building to an orgasm, I could also see the unmistakable white of his cum being drawn from deep inside her.
"why don't you tell you husband what you asked me to do in front of all those people" he said to her anf, stopped finger fucking her for moment "go on you dirty bitch, tell the man"
"I asked him to come with me somewhere quieter" she breathed.
"no that's no what you said is it ... naughty girl" he nipped her clit or something, as a sharp jolt passed through her.
At the same moment there was a short very loud blast from the neighbouring lorry's horn, Arty lent across my fully exposed wife and laughing a roar her gave a cheery wave to lorry driver who was now obviously enjoying the show, there was another short blast on the horn.
"you white guys sure like to watch a blackman fuck your women don't you, more than your wives like fucking them I recon ... now tell your hubby what you asked" another sharp squeal
" I want you to fuck me with that black cock, you made me say please four or five times then I had to tell the DJ that his friend was going to pump my married cunt full of cum, I begged you to fuck me full of cum", she trailed off as fingers fucked her wet cunt again, with his free hand he held her arms away from stopping him.
There was a horn blast from the truck fifty or so yards in front.
"speed-up, catch up with him someone else wants to watch, not he first tonight hey" he asked my wife " we were followed into the garage by a couple of dudes, weren't we hey?" my wife was beyond answering however, and as I drew level with the second lorry cab, I could hear the tempo of squelching increase until with her mouth now pressed to his, she gave a massive squirt of cum, so much so, I heard the pat, pat, pat as it hit the back of the front passenger seat.
"good god woman, that's sick, epic girl, she puts on quite a show this wife of yours, the guys earlier sure enjoyed the show, that cum on your wife's panties ain't mine brother, I past them to the white dude to wipe his tiny clit on" there was a pause "why don't you pick them up brother? go on have a good sniff"
The second lorry-driver blasted his approval, this was answered by similar horns being sounded further up the line. My cock, as constricted as it was by my driving position was hard as fuck and with Arty laughing in my ear, I was speeding to line up with the third lorry, my wife's cum soaked panties in my hand held underneath my nose. Remember, I had no excuses, I was stone cold sober just found myself carried away in the moment as we drew level with the third vehicle in the convoy.
Arty left my wife to recover for a moment, being careful first to position her so, that the other voyeuristic road users could get full benefit. He lent forward between the backs of the front seats, so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck:
"brother, I think you should have both hands on he wheel when you're driving at night" a long pause "put your hands on the wheel brother, put them dirty panties in your mouth and put your hands on the wheel, suck that losers juice from your wife's panties" he reached across took them from my hand and put them in my open mouth, I felt the wet from his own fingers trace across my face, and all I could taste and smell was this mesmerising "cock-tail" of cum.
Still laughing he unclasped my wife's seat belt and sitting back across the middle of the bench seat, pulled her head to his lap, her beautiful round white arse pressed hard against the rear passenger window, I found myself automatically turning the interior light back on as it timed it's self out (does this after ten minutes) so, the driver next us was not robbed of the view. For myself, I couldn't see anything but his big hand on the back of her neck, hair screwed up into his fist. He kept asking her if she liked his black meat, dozens of times over as I moved on to the next truck in line, careful to match my speed and position to it as Arty instructed.
I have no idea how big his cock was, my wife later just said it felt big, not as big as mine perhaps but, big enough to be rammed deep into the back of her throat as the car bounced along, she said it felt a little strange but, not unpleasantly so, as it was circumcised and there was quite a prominent scar that she could feel. The light went out a second time so, that was twenty minutes elapsed as my wife was played with, I could see her reach back between her own legs and above the road nose and between choaking and hacking noses of her deep throating, I could make out deep grunts as she rubbed her well used cunt to another orgasm.
With cries of :
"yeah bitch, suck it up you cunt" Arty shot his load into my wife's mouth, I was running level with the fifth and final truck by this time, the two of them in the back put of a show of flashing my wife's tits to the driver, showing her sticky hands, Arty exposing her cunt and wagging his presumably now flaccid penis before collapsing back into their seats and sorting out their clothing. My wife was a high as a kite, that was obvious, I was not too happy about that but, fuck that was fun. I must been quite carried away too by it all as I still had the panties in my mouth at that point.
We pulled off the road shortly after as we all desperately needed a piss, so on the road side we all took a leak, my wife with a monster piss that went on for ages much to mine and Arty's amusement. Now that the sexual heat of the moment was spent, by my wife and Arty at least, he was quite civil with me and quite coy, a typically polite American gent, even asking me if that things were "cool" and he hoped that he hadn't taken things too far. I had to convince him that it was fine and he'd played the role perfectly, even as we watched my wife piss a river.
We exchanged numbers as we dropped him off. I wanted to fuck my wife as soon as we got in, but she was having a bit of a "come-down" from what ever she'd taking and she wanted a shower first. When she came back she was a little embarrassed and with a strong coffee on board much sobered. We agreed that her much abbused cunt was beyond any more use at three in the morning (it looked quite sore) but, with a smile she lent over the edge of the bed and presented a lubed and readied backside for my use. Not for the first time she came from anal alone then sliding to the floor took my load on and into her open mouth. Of course I made her beg for it the way she had for a strangers cock a few hours before. Fucking brilliant