A Wife's Decent Ch. 10

A Wife's Descent Ch 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 to.' 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.

They started to slow down all movement, the only sound now was of them both panting, getting their breath back. I was shocked and amazed. How the hell had Michelle pulled this off. My wife was even getting her breeding injection of black cum in the middle of her work day. Somehow I knew this van was in the work car park. Fuck that was another level of depravity.

The camera then moved as if it was put down. I watched my wife slowly raise herself up, decoupling from the cock that had done its job. It was almost in slow motion as it appeared, Michelle's hands quickly appearing to pull my wife's knickers back over her hole as the cock popped out. I guess the gusset of those kickers was a constant swamp today and that was part of the plan.

There was a lot of movement in the cramped van. The man, who looked a lot older than I expected, with grey hair on his head, making himself decent. He said thank you to Michelle more than my wife. Suddenly there was a flood of light from the side as he opened the sliding door.

That caused Emily to shriek as she realised that she was very exposed still. Her hands covered her free tits. He laughed as she moved out of sight and the door slid closed again.

"And back to work for you with a fresh load of baby juice inside you," Michelle taunting her as they both started to make my wife decent again.

Emily looked half dazed still. Her eyes have closed, half open, almost like she was drugged or high. I guess high on sex? Michelle then checked in with her, "You ok?"

"Yer."

"You enjoyed the surprise?"

My wife then leaned forward and I think, as I couldn't quite see, that she kissed Michelle on the lips before her answer. "Ohhh god yes," she sighed. "Fuck I have to get back to work." She looked down her body, adjusting her clothes to make sure she was decent. Looking up at Michelle, "Sex, sex, I'm just a sex monster right now."

The back of Michelle's head nodded, "Yup that's right. You're just here to be bred my friend."

Emily sort of grinned and sighed as Michelle slid the door open, again more light flooding the van. "I'm so messy and disgusting."

I knew what she meant, I could only imagine. Michelle was clearly very happy, "That's right, you slutty, slutty whore. I can smell you from here."

Emily stepped out of the van, surprisingly looking perfect before she vanished out of sight and I heard a "Gawwwd" from her.

The next sound was the click of a heel on the floor and Michelle picked the camera up, her face suddenly front and center. I didn't know what to say. She didn't say anything, simply held a smile before slowly putting a finger in her mouth. Clearly licking something from it. Then the call dropped.

WOW Fuck!

4 - Family News

The last two weeks had been a blur of living in a porn film. I was really worried about Emily getting an STD from the amount of unprotected sex she was having. It seemed like there was a black cock inside her probably 10 out of every 24 hours there had been. In the last week it had started to slow down, which was a relief for me and Emily. I think she wanted to keep having the orgasms and the fucking but had a few times said that her pussy was getting sore. Michelle just laughed at that saying to not be so silly and that whore fucked loads more than she did. I guess a point sort of.

Similarly, Michelle had fobbed off my worry about Emily getting a disease with a stupid comment about it being fake news. A deeper conversation showed that most, with "most" being part of the worry, of the men had produced medical certificates. Apparently it was something the website she used helped with and managed. It sounded like bollox to me, but she did show me a bit of it. That blew me away that there was a real market for this sort of service.

I was now used to the smell of stale semen, the metally, irony, bleach smell that appeared to emanate from my wifes very pours now. Others surely had noticed it also? Her work colleagues at least.

Yesterday evening before Michelle left with the black man that had left his latest deposit inside my wife, she'd told us that tomorrow morning she'd be round at 10 am and on her own. That confused us both. But Emily wasn't with it at that point and Michelle didn't elaborate when I asked her what she had planned. I had an inclination but was happy to wait and see.

It was Sunday morning, we'd both showered and gotten dressed. Emily even commented that it was actually nice to not be fucking early in the morning and to have a normal morning for a change. I wasn't sure if she said that for my benefit, to let me know she wasn't lost completely or if she was trying to simply tell herself that.

We were in the kitchen when Michelle arrived a few minutes later than she'd said. I had to remind myself that not everyone follows my world order of 'being on time'. She plonked her ass down at the breakfast bar next to me grinning hugely between the both of us. She said nothing, so Emily broke the weird silence, "Well?"

Michelle didn't say anything, her look switching between the both of us.

My turn, and I took a guess looking at my wife, "I think it's about your cycle, love."

She frowned and looked at Michelle. Sometimes she could be so dense. I didn't say anything more but I could see Michelle's grin change. Emily then asked her, "But it's too early."

Michelle nodded, "Yes but also no." Emily screwed her face up, obviously confused. Michelle continued, "Your period is due in the next few days, yes?" Emily nodded. I took in what was possibly coming today, would everything be confirmed today. Would this journey be complete in a few minutes? Would the next part of our lives be about to start? I took a deep breath as it started to click in my mind.

Michelle then let us know she was very on top of all this. "Day 13 is when you had your first bareback black cock. Your first breeding. You've then had somewhere near 100 loads of sperm dumped into your womb." She then corrected herself, "Probably more," before she continued. "That makes today day 27 and this..." she pulled something from her bag "... can very much tell us if you have a baby starting to grow inside you."

She put a pregnancy test down the worktop between her and my wife. We all paused and looked at the little box. I was surprised that she thought it could work already. I thought it was way too early to tell.

After a few more seconds Michelle took control, which I think is what we were both waiting for. "Firstly Emily, I want you completely naked for this." I grinned. I had no problem with that. Emily huffed but started to strip off. Like me she'd learned over the last few months that if Michelle asked or told you to do something, it was quicker and easier to just do it. It would also probably work out for all of our enjoyment anyway.

It was lovely watching my amazing wife strip off for us both, here in the kitchen, nice and early on a Sunday morning. It was out of character, arousing and intriguing, what did Michelle have planned? Emily placed all her clothes neatly folded in front of us both on the worktop. Taking her time as she did so.

There stood my amazing, sexy, curvy, fun, beautiful wife in all her naked glory. Her body was tight in the right places, her calves, thighs, stomach and arms. No bingo wings, no cankles. She wasn't thin but she wasn't thick, that was until you took in her hips and boobs. Her hips were wide and her boobs were colossal. Her hair was thick, straight and shiny, her nails smart, her eyes bright, her face pretty. She really had a perfect body.

But her piercings and tattoos made her look slutty and tacky. It gave her a trashy, rawer look. I'd not really had that thought before and I wasn't sure if I liked it. Was my wife, my Emily, a trashy loose moraled woman now. My aching cock told me the answer was a yes and that I liked it. Michelle really had changed her into a different woman. One that I wanted and needed and one that was leading to what we were about to find out if there was another change incoming.

Michelle fiddled with the test box in front of us both, removing the stick thing. Emily took a step forward, her tits swaying as she did, her hand out to take the stick from Michelle. However Michelle had a different plan and shook her head, "We're coming with you." Oh we are are we?

Emily didn't bat an eyelid and simply turned and headed to the downstairs loo. We quickly followed her, me having to scramble off the chair to keep up with them both.

As she sat on the loo, I quickly realised that I'd never actually watched my wife pee. This wasn't particularly exciting in itself, it wasn't something that I was interested in. However the reason for the pee was adding something to this. Emily parted her legs wide, allowing us to see the toilet and some of her pussy, again her hand came out for the test.

This time Michelle passed it to her, keeping hold of the end cover. Emily manipulated it before passing it between her legs. A few seconds later we heard the sound of her pee hitting the water below. She was looking down between there, I guess to try to aim the stick. Wow this was complicated as a woman, another thought I'd never had.

Her pee was also more powerful than I thought, coming out as a burst, or jet, I dunno. It stopped and she sort of shook the test a little before presenting it to Michelle. Carefully taking it from her, putting the cap back over the end. Glancing between the test and my wife as she wiped herself clean and stood to wash her hands.

Michelle turned to me, "Go to the kitchen Chris and strip off also."

I nodded and turned to carry out her suggestion. I wondered if they were going to talk about something and join me later but was surprised to hear their footsteps right behind me. Michelle retook her seat, with the stick in her hand, and my wife moved into the main bit of the kitchen as before. She leaned forward a little onto the worktop, her tits swaying, I couldn't help but notice.

I too stripped naked, folding my clothes and placing them next to Emily's. When I was done, I was acutely aware that I couldn't actually get completely naked, a cock cage covering my knob. It had been there for weeks, I was now very used to it. Looking down at it, surprised at how much my cock was filling and as usual trying to break the plastic.

Michelle then caught my attention with a tap in the worktop. It wasn't the plastic of the test against the granite, but rather something metal. My heart skipped a beat when I recognised a key. Instantly knew that it was for my cock cage. What did she have planned?

"Emily, do you want Chris's cock free for a while."

My wife's eyes darted between me and her friend, it looked like she was wondering if it was a trick question. It probably was, wasn't it. Emily took the bait, "Yes please," and she smiled at me.

I returned the smile and Michelle didn't answer her but instead turned to me and popped off the chair to kneel before me and fiddle with the lock. I completely hadn't expected this to happen today. I was so excited. Though the cock cage was exciting and kinky, it also meant that I hadn't cum in two weeks. All the fucking that Emily had done, all the breeding that had been done, I had to endure it all with no relief for myself.

As soon as the cage was released my cock sprung free and out. It throbbed considerably, like someone stretching from a deep sleep, of nearly three weeks. "Thank you," I announced to both of them.

Michelle stood back up and popped onto her seat, "Go stand behind your slut, Chris. Get close," and she picked up the pregnancy test in her hand, deliberately hiding the little answer window with her palm.

I stepped right behind my wife. Instantly loving the feel of her warm, soft body. Though I hadn't been asked to, my arms shot up around her body, one arm across her boobs, the other her lower stomach. I pulled her close to me as I nestled my cock into the crack of her ass. The squish of her huge tits under one arm, so sexy that I felt my cock throb and grow more.

"Emily, move back a little and lean forward. Give your husband access to you."

I more than throbbed at those words. In fact my balls churned. Emily slowly leaned forward, pushing us both back to give her more room to lean. The weight of her tits in my arm became more apparent as her angle allowed gravity to try to pull them down.

Emily then spoke for the first time in a while, "I know what you're doing Michelle."

"You do?" Michelle taunted us both with a smirk.

Emily nodded as she lowered her head down, her back how horizontal. "You're going to let Chris fuck me if I'm already knocked up."

God, that sounded so kinky, so wrong, so amazing. I was up for that. I wanted to slide my cock into my slutty wife. I'd not felt her pussy around my cock in what felt like years. Especially not without a condom on. This was deranged but perfect. I bent my knees to try to rush into the position. But my wifes legs were still together, access was going to be tricky.

Michelle laughed, "Wait my cuckold." Fuck no. But I did. "That's right Emily, I'm going to let your husband slide his cock into his pussy if you've been bred correctly. Isn't that exciting?"

I instantly answer, "Yes. God, yes!"

Emily simply groaned, her head now hanging low between her arms that were braced on the worktop. My arms had left her body as she'd moved and were now on her hips. Oh god, this was a moment and a half. This was crazy. She didn't move to help, so I dropped my hips to try to line my cock up.

However Michelle stopped me, "Chris, wait a second, don't you think it would be good to know beforehand?" I paused and looked up at her. In her hand was the stick. The test that would inform us if our lives were going to change forever. And change in a way that was going to open us up to all sorts of questions. My secret would be completely out. Everyone would know that my wife slept around. Work, family, everyone. I groaned and held still.

"Spread your legs for your husband Emily. I wonder if he'll be able to fuck you in a moment. What do you think?" I watched Michelle wave the stick around like a wand. Did she already know, had she already looked. I felt my wife move, yes she shuffled her bare feet on the floor, spreading her legs. I didn't know if I would be able to hold myself back. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to try her pussy.

"Emily, look up at me," Michelle requested

But Emily didn't and couldn't, instead she simply moaned quietly. Michelle laughed, "Is my friend now an embarrassed slag. All she wants is another cock inside her well used cunt?".

"God, Michelle just tell us." I couldn't wait much longer, my balls were churning, my cock was throbbing and within millimeters of it was a dripping juicy pussy just waiting to be filled.

She then stopped waving it around and held it in front of her face. She pouted and turned it round. It was too far away from me, I couldn't see the result. But her face said we'd failed. I couldn't wait, I didn't want to wait, "So it's a no?"

I felt my wife's body shudder next to me.

Michelle nodded, "You'll need a condom, won't you, cucky?"

I paused. My world paused and froze. No I didn't. I could slide my cock into my wife, couldn't I. I didn't need permission. Here was my wife, in a position of vulnerability, she wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked by her husband. There were no games at play now. She wasn't pregnant. It was my turn to fuck her. We'd try again. We'd dodged a bullet.

I heard Emily, her head still down, "I'm not pregnant?" She sounded sad.

I lined myself up. They could all go fuck themselves, I was going to fuck my wife and deal with whatever shit was coming after that. She felt my cock head against her lips. I was gobsmacked when I heard her say, "No."

Was that to me? Or was she sad that she wasn't pregnant. Fuck it. I gripped her hips and slid my cock into her. It felt completely amazing. She was so slick, so soft, so warm. I instantly realised how much I'd missed this feeling.

She then again said, "No Chris," but she didn't move.

I groaned as the feeling around my cock was so divine. I hit as deep as I could, my hips hard against her ass, my fingers digging into her hips. I tried to push deeper. "You like it, you can feel my cock in you."

She moaned, "Ohhh god Chris."

That was a yes, for sure. Then there was a little clatter on the floor next to us. I looked down. It was the test stick. It had landed face up under my wife's head. Michelle had lobbed it there, she was lucky that it landed upwards. As my cock slid out I lent over my wife to look down. I pushed in as I heard her gasp loudly, "Oh god, Michelle."

I then saw why, there was a small blue cross. There was, wasn't there?

Michelle then laughed, "Yes my friends. You can fuck all you like," and she laughed again.

Oh god really. Oh god no. Oh GOD YES. That meant... Something in my head exploded. My balls almost ripped through my balls as they too exploded. Weeks of stored cum, churned through my body and ripped through my cock. "NOooooooooo," I called out as I came uncontrollably on my second stroke into my wife's pussy. The feeling of my throbbing cock like the tube inside it was pulsing, injecting gallons and gallons of cum into her.

My legs quickly giving way, I stumbled back, my cock sliding from my wife. I continued backwards, my mind still reeling until my ass hit the kitchen sink behind me.

"Ohhh god," as I looked at my completely useless cum dripping from my wife's pussy onto the kitchen floor. "You have a black baby growing inside you."

Both of the women giggled with glee.

5 - Sharing the News

Just over 4 months later, we were sitting in Emily's parents conservatory. My wife's parents were at the moment out, due back in an hour or so. Claire was sitting with us as the three of us watched the sun spreading an amazing red glow across our world as it prepared to set. Emily and I were both so on edge. It was time. It was overdue. But we still had no idea how to explain it. We'd agreed that I had to start the conversation, that was my penance for making this all happen anyway.

"So Claire, we have something to share with you." She turned to look at us, her phone still in hand.

"Yer?"

I nodded and took a deep breath, my heart beating like crazy deep in my chest. Here we go, "Well..."

Claire cut me off with a smile and a giggle, "I know you're not separating. That's very obvious."

That made me smile. It was nice that she could still see the love between us. Maybe that would make this next bit easier. "That's right." A deep breath. "Quite the opposite really."

She raised an eyebrow and I turned to Emily. I was still amazed at how no one had picked up on the changes yet. She definitely had a small belly starting to grow. Even her boobs had started to swell already. Her nipple rings right now very prominent through her top. Her parents had never even commented on those, though surely they could tell they were there. I smiled at my wife and placed my hand on her belly before turning back to our adult daughter.

Her mouth dropped.

I nodded.

I felt Emily move and her hand laid on top of mine.

I nearly burst out laughing when Claire blurted out, "But you're too old."

Emily did laugh, "No I'm not, thank you."

"For real?" She looked between both of us. Clearly confused.

I cleared my throat, "Yes, Claire you're going to have a brother or sister."

She smiled, "Fuck me. Well done both. Wow." She was taking it well. She shook her head, "Well done mum. Sorry."

There were a few moments of silence while we let it sink in. Really it was while I tried to work out what to say for the next bit. The fun bit hadn't been covered yet. The bit I was dreading.

"What?" She detected there was something else to come. "Is it ok?"

Emily quickly replied, "Oh yes, as far as we know." She then elbowed me. Yer yer it's my turn.

Deep breath again, "It's something a little different to that." I was really struggling to find a way to say this. Though I'd thought about it loads, nothing easy came as the answer. Claire raised her eyebrows, nodding an obvious 'Get on with it'.

God, how to put it, but I don't think this was the right way. "It's...," I stammered, "... it's not going to be white."

"What?" her eyes pivoting between us both. "Mum you...?" She couldn't finish her sentence but it was obvious she thought that her mum had cheated on me.

I needed to act quickly, "Do you know what a...," I closed my eyes, "... cuckold is?" I opened them to see her face. It was almost comical to see her. I could hear the cogs turning from here. The fog of confusion bouncing around her head. I could hear the questions firing as she was trying to work out which one to ask first. I did not expect the first one that did eventually come out.

She nodded at her mum, "Those nipple rings." They'd already talked about them before. She spotted them ages ago, Emily had just said that she wanted them.

Emily answered, "Yes, your dad."

"My dad what?" was her quick reply.

I answered, "She did those for me." Not strictly true, that was more Michelle than me. But for this conversation, that was the best answer at this time.

She nodded, "And the tattoos?" We both nodded and she asked the next question, "And you were both obviously ok with this? My mind is blown." Then looking squarely at me. "You wanted this? All this?"

I nodded, and thought I'd better explain, somehow. "Oh god, it's complex. At some point I shared my fantasies. Yes your dad is a sexual being." I sighed, this was so strange. "You mum thought I was nuts."

Emily interjected, "Which you are."

We all shared a quick smile, before I continued, "Yup and now this happened."

Claire raised an eyebrow, "It just happened?"

Her mum's turn to help me, "Well it sort of woke something in me." I felt her squeeze my hand. I dunno if it was that she was saying 'I've got this' or 'I'm enjoying this.'

"Woke something?" Our daughter didn't want to get it, did she?

I gave her an out, "Do you really want to know this? The details. You don't need to if you don't want to. Just know that there is a baby growing in your mum if you want."

She wanted to know more, "Woke?" She was fixed on Emily, I turned to her also.

She smiled, "If you're sure?" A pause, I guess Claire nodded as her mum continued. "I liked it a lot." Another pause before Emily landed it with one huge drop. "I like being a hotwife for your dad."

Claire gasped, but looking at her I saw a smirk. This was getting too weird, "Ladies, this is enough, don't you think?"

They both laughed, Claire breaking the ice, "You naughty pair." I blushed as this was beyond what I expected. She then added something that confused me even more, "You realise that you now have no chance to say anything about my sex life right?"

I could only laugh that she'd taken this so well, as now we had to tell Emily's parents that were due back shortly.

6 - Changes

It was one of those rare days when I had to go into the office. It was especially strange as Emily was now 38 weeks pregnant and apparently the baby had moved into position. Early yes, unusual not particularly, but I tried to stay around the house a bit more, just in case. So walking into the house hearing the sounds of fucking caught me by suprise.

I closed the back door and stood there listening.

"Ohhh gawddd yes!" That voice was obviously my wife

"Uggnnnhggghhhhh!" A mans voice.

Then maybe two other voices, both men, "That's it Chuck," and, "Really?"

Then my wife answering, I guess something I missed, "Yes, oh gawd I love this. Ugghhhhh. See?" her breath laboured in time with what I guessed was a cock ramming in and out of her.

Then another voice, another different man, a chuckle, "Might be mine?"

"Dunnnooo ggghhhhhhh, yer," from Emily and a chuckle all round.

My cock strained in my cage, yup I was still in that, very used to it now. But what was going on upstairs was unusual. That I knew of, Emily hadn't fucked anyone in our house for, months. Michelle and her had gone out a few times but that had slowed down recently because of Emily's size. Not that she was huge, it was simply that her belly was big and getting about wasn't quite as easy as it used to be.

I then heard, "Milk it," from one of the men and an, "Oww I can't," moan from my wife, though more grunts.

"I'll do it." Another male voice and a laugh.

"OOhhhh ggggggg messy buggers." Emily again.

My mind instantly visualised what was going on up there even as I started to head in that direction. There were at least two black men in the room with her. One of them had his cock inside my wife, she was either riding him or was doggy style. Either way someone was probably squeezing her boob making it spray milk somewhere.

Her milk sort of came in a few weeks ago, much earlier than when she had Claire. But the manipulation that Michelle had me doing every day for the last few weeks had no doubt helped it along. Daily I was suckling for three minutes per nipple and massaging each breast for another three. They were getting a lot of attention and I was loving it. She was already now wearing nursing bra's 38J or something, her boobs had grown and her areola and nipples were the darkest brown you could imagine on a white woman and huge. Her nipples rings having been removed two months ago.

I was just about at the top of the stairs when I heard a moan roar, "UgghhhgghHHHGGHHh FFFUUCCCCKKKKK. UGghHHHH UGHHHHHh UGGHHHHH."

Timed with my wife squeaking and moaning, "Yesss yESSESSSSS!"

I could only guess he was cumming in her. As I approached our bedroom doorway there she was. Our eyes locked in an instant. She was, as I predicted, on all fours, she was facing the doorway, on our bed. She smiled at me as the man behind her moved out of the way, his cock still semi hard, literally dripping their combined juices. That black man was quickly replaced by another one, knee walking into position, his hands on my wifes hips as her eyes opened wider and a smirk crossed her lips.

Taking the scene in, I was surprised to see five men in the room with her. One was on his knees at the side of the bed, pretty much milking her boob like the udder it was. The bed sheet was a mess, she was a mess, there was milk everywhere. He was pulling her boob into his mouth and drinking from her as his friend's cock ploughed into her.

The names, and language was exactly what you'd expect, they were loving this white, pregnant wife and she was loving these dark skinned, big cocked men. They were all doing what comes 100 % naturally to our species. There were no moral, taboo, or social constructs in play here. It was simply raw, animalistic pleasure that they were all very happy to be part of.

I ached and smiled as I thought about how far we'd come and how happy Emily looked. Right now she was experiencing something that I, or in fact any one person, could not give to another single person. This was for want of a better word an orgy and there was one woman at the center of it. This single woman had no problem being the center of attention, her body built for multiple peaks. In fact I could see three well used cocks currently resting and recharging and one very ready to go, waiting his turn. I felt like I wanted to share this moment with the world, a kind of a 'Look at what you're all missing'.

As she looked into my eyes, I smiled back, letting her know that I was very ok with what was happening. She was amazing, beautiful, fantastic and very heavily pregnant. Even though she was facing me it was hard not to notice the extra on her body. She looked much bigger, so much more womanly, she was magnificent. Though I couldn't see it right now, the dark line on her very stretched belly was lovely. We'd joked that if only it was a zipper everything would be so much easier in the next few weeks. She's commented that she was probably looser down there anyway from having a lot more sex now and expected that pushing the baby out would be easier this time round. I found that in itself interesting and weirdly it turned me on.

Watching her right now, smiling as she moaned loudly at the pleasure the men were giving her, made me once again realise how much I loved this incredible woman. In her eyes I saw her love for me, but at the same time this raw lust. I knew that even if she still was mine, I had lost her to this pleasure rush that she would need to experience again and again. And I was okay with that.

It simply felt so right.

One week later it happened, Alison was born. A perfect little seven pound, very dark skinned, little miracle.

7 - Our new Life

As the four of us sat in a coffee shop garden, the glorious sunshine pricking our skin and making us squint, I looked across at Claire, her gaze very fixed on Emily sitting there feeding Ali. I know what she was looking at, I still had to double take every time I saw it happen. And when out in public like this, it was a whole other level of humiliation and eroticism at the same time.

Emily was sitting there with our beautiful little dark skinned daughter latched onto her boob. But unlike the current trend of hiding everything away, there before us was a huge, swollen white breast. The target of Ali's little mouth almost the same colour as her own skin, so prominent and visible. Then the contrast of her boob flesh.

I was proud that my wife was relaxed enough to simply let whoever see. We'd heard the odd comment and seen the double takes of those that disapproved. But that was part of the fun, at least it was for me, 'screw you all, we're happy'.

She was 5 weeks old and already growing so fast. Everyone had very quickly gotten over the skin colour difference and the fact that I was a very happy cuckold. As a family we were strong, stronger than ever. Ali was loved dearly and I knew she would be a great little sister to Claire. Even their age gap was nothing more than that, a passage of time that was different to the norm.

Then out of the blue Emily blurted, "I think I want another one."

It was so obvious what she meant. Not another tea or shortbread, but another baby. That surprised me, but Michelle almost lept from her chair with joy, her squeal enough to make people sitting near us turn to see what was going on.

Claire simply chuckled and looked across at me. In fact, quickly all three women looked in my direction. Were they wondering what my thoughts on the matter were? I tried to hold my face as straight as I could. Though I was shocked, this was music to my ears. I thought this conversation was going to be tricky and in a few weeks.

We all burst out laughing knowing that I couldn't hold by my joy, my face giving it away. Our family had changed and would change again.

My amazing wife's descent to become a black cock lover had delivered us an unusual, but very decent change.