She said "Margarita's and Pot Make My Pussy Hurt!
Received 12/2001


My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40, only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her belly from childbirth, and the fact she basically only has nipples for breasts.

Having been married to two sluts before my current wife, I knew she was a slut of world-class proportions. I also knew the only way to keep a slut faithful was to keep her appetite for 'strange' satisfied. I was also to the point that having my wife fuck others was less hurtful than her cheating on me. In fact I had so convinced myself with this, I was constantly asking my wife to open up sexually to threesomes, swinging and the like.

I had images of her in my mind on her knees, in a room full of men waiting to use her willingly sucking mouth. I also fantasized about her on a bed moaning with lust, her legs in the air, while strange men with large cocks took turns fucking her. But I couldn't get her to go there.

We had fought on the issue on numerous occasions, but my fears of her growing restless and cheating on me would not allow me to give the issue a rest, even if I couldn't bring it up to her. I decided I must skillfully guide her to the first event, and then I was sure she would probably go there willingly. I set about devising a plan.


Besides being gorgeous, my wife is a social animal. We regularly entertain friends at our home, where my talents at the BBQ grill are used to their utmost. This time I intended to use more than my talents at the grill to gain enjoyment for our guests, my wife, and myself.

I have over the years been able to get my wife to loosen up on her attire some. When we met she dressed rather frumpishly. She usually looked like the President of the local School Marm's Association. A lot of this had to do with body image, and though I never successfully argued that a man didn't care what you looked like, gross obesity aside, if his cock was in your mouth or your pussy... she wouldn't relent. 

She stated that her reluctance to wear sexy clothing stemmed from the background of a wife of a low paying military man not being able to afford sexy clothing, and she had no desire to dress "trashy and flashy".

I was able to counter those arguments when my small-business began to thrive and year in and year out draw in revenues in the multiple 6-figure range. So she could now afford anything. I countered the "trashy and flashy" by purchasing sexy, yet classy clothing for her at Christmas one year.  When she liked what I had purchased, I explained to her this wasn't "trashy or flashy," yet was still sexy.

She had gradually changed in the way she dressed. Her skirts had gotten shorter, which looked great with her long tanned legs, and she had gradually moved toward only wearing thong panties. 

For the party we were currently planning, I asked her to wear a recently purchased black mini-skirt. I didn't ask her to wear a specific blouse, feeling she should have the choice, to select as conservative a blouse as she wanted, to help her feel comfortable in her dress and not draw attention (in her mind) to the extremely short skirt.

When I came through the bedroom as she was dressing and saw her putting on pantyhose, I asked her if they were necessary. I explained this was an informal get together and she should be comfortable in her dress, and that her legs were already nicely tanned this year, and hose of any kind shouldn't be necessary. 

I would have liked it ok if she had chosen lace-top thigh highs, but wearing none would be better than pantyhose (my view of the modern chastity belt). She agreed one less waistband would be more comfortable, and returned the pantyhose to her lingerie drawer. Now phase I of my plan was in place and the rest could proceed.


Some of our friends were married couples and some were single. We hadn't gravitated away from singles once we married as so many couples do, and the single guys and gals were a regular part of our entertaining. I had singled out a young black male co-worker as my 'partner in crime,' as my wife had a fantasy about big black cocks fucking her. Gerome was his name.  

I had explained my plan to him and detailed his part in the plan.  He eagerly agreed to participate. I had known he would, for I had seen him undress my wife with his eyes more than once. I guess the vision of a strong burly black man fucking a petite blond white girl wasn't just a white man's fantasy.

So the plan was in place as the guests started to arrive for a late afternoon BBQ. The ribs were sizzling in the smoker, and a large pitcher of Top Shelf Margaritas was chilling in the fridge. My wife liked these drinks especially well, and I did too, because with three shots of booze and three shots of mix per drink, one didn't have to drink many to feel the effect. 

As she poured for the first of our guests, she politely poured herself one and began to imbibe. My wife, ever the dutiful hostess, kept glasses topped off and, congenially, drank right along, keeping pace with her guests. By the time the ribs were served with the fixings, she was starting to feel the effect as she had consumed several of the potent cocktails, on an empty stomach. I cautioned her to slow her consumption. I wanted her relaxed and slightly buzzed, but not passing out drunk.

After the meal and some socializing, the couples started to drift toward the door. I had hoped the free-flowing liquid refreshment would encourage hasty departures and it had worked. The single males however were all staying put. They all knew my grand plan, though not the detail. I wanted their involvement to be spontaneous.

After all the couples had left and only several single males remained, Gerome asked if we could retire to the den for some movies on the 52" home theatre system we had recently purchased. After he had briefly reviewed our impressive library of videos, he asked me, in a manner my wife could hear, if I had any skin flicks? I said yes, and went to my stash in the master bedroom. I chose one that had the semblance of a plot to it, hoping to keep my wife interested in it.

When I returned, the sweet yet acrid smell of pot was floating in the room. I had told Gerome to try to get my wife to smoke some. I knew this always made her horny, but she was on again off again about its use. As I entered the room, she was taking a big hit off the joint Gerome had passed her. She passed it to me and I hit on it, and then passed it on.

We continued to pass the joint around the room until it was gone. All totaled, my wife took three hits off the joint. In her desire to be a good hostess, she had joined right in, which was what I had hoped for. 

I told the guys to settle in and put the video in the VCR. It was about a young woman taken captive by a biker gang and forced to serve them sexually, but who over time, comes to enjoy her role. It had all the elements I needed. Multiple partners, and interracial fucking. 

I threw a pillow on the floor beside the sofa, and lay down on my belly to watch. I gestured for my wife to join me. Though partially drunk and partially stoned, she managed a very ladylike decent to the floor beside me in the short dress she was wearing. 

I snuggled in close to her and we started watching the fuck flick. As the movie progressed, I sensed a rise in her level of excitement, characterized by her fidgety movements next to me. I decided it was time to put the next phase of my plan into action.


Rolling to my side I drew her into my arms and kissed her with a long, slow, deep, wet kiss - the kind designed to stir feelings. She responded by kissing me back in the same manner. It certainly appeared as though the combination of Margaritas, pot, the fucking on the movie, and my kiss was creating the desired effect. Now it was time to see how deeply that effect ran.

I began kissing her again, and at the same time, ever so slowly I crept my hand down her back and across her ass until it was at the hem of her short skirt. My hand then reversed direction and started to slide up under her skirt, along her inner thigh. When I reached the crotch of her panties I slid my hand up onto her ass. As my fingers traced her crotch upward to her ass, it felt as though her pussy lips were fully engorged with the blood of her lust, and she moaned softly. Releasing from the kiss she whispered that I should stop as we might be seen, yet she made no move to remove my hand.

My hand began to caress the cheeks of her ass, an action that really turns her on. I whispered back to her that the guys were all staring intently at the video and we wouldn't be observed and from where we were lying, that they would have to make a concerted effort to see what we were doing. 

My fingers moved to the thong that ran through the crack of her ass and traced downward to her sopping wet cunt, and began I to work inside. As first one, then two fingers worked in and out of her steamy snatch, I whispered to her that they couldn't see anything if they looked, except my hand under her skirt anyway. I went on to say, "even if they did, that was OK, because you are my wife, and we can put on a little bit of a show for them."

This must have appealed to the exhibitionist in her, as her lips came down onto mine and she began to kiss me in earnest again. I could feel her cunt starting to suck on the invading digits sawing in and out of her steamy fuck hole, and her ass moved in an almost imperceptible counter rhythm to my finger-fucking motions. I felt it was  to time again advance the plan along.


I laid my ankle over the ankle closest to me and started to draw her legs further apart, ostensibly to gain better access to her pussy. At first she resisted slightly, then she yielded completely. Her legs slid apart and to lend credence to why the move was necessary, I inserted a third digit into her pleasure palace. She again moaned softly into my mouth as she continued the heated kiss. 

My leg spreading her legs was Gerome's signal to action, and he moved unnoticed to the place beside her other leg. I held the kiss, hoping to prevent protest as he took her other ankle and spread her legs a few inches further. I detected a jump of surprise from her as he touched her ankle, but she didn't stop kissing me. So far so good.

Gerome continued with his execution of the plan by placing his hand under the hem of her skirt and moving it smoothly, slowly but deliberately, up the back of her thigh. I again felt her inwardly gasp as his hand contacted the cheeks of her ass, but I felt her melt again as he gently molded the nearest cheek with his large hand. She began to offer more intensity to the kiss I was receiving, thus telling me that Gerome's efforts were having the desired effect.

I don't know whether it was just the pleasure of the kneading of her ass or the fact it was a strange hand. Either way, I didn't care, she hadn't protested this intrusion, and I felt we were on the way to the goal I sought. 

Gerome continued to knead her ass for several moments as I had earlier instructed, and my wife's kisses became more passionate. It was time for the next step. I gave Gerome the signal to proceed by unwrapping my leg from around hers.

Gerome began to move his hand over to the thong as I had, and once it was under the cloth, slid it down toward her fevered pussy. When I felt his hand touch mine, I withdrew my fingers from my wife's cunt. It was quickly replaced by two of Gerome's larger digits. 

I felt her start to diminish the kiss as if to protest, and I quickly began to massage her stiff clit with my cunt-juice-slickened finger. Instead of breaking the kiss, this served to intensify her passion, and she began to suck on my invading tongue as if it were a hard cock. Her hips were also actively gyrating to the stimulus of the two hands. I felt it was safe to continue.

I withdrew my hand from her panties leaving only Gerome's probing digits. Her hip gyrations never diminished. I scooted up toward her head until I was sitting with a leg down either side of her body, her head in between my legs. I bent over and whispered, "Suck me baby," as I unfastened the fly of my pants.

My erect cock sprang free, and my wife quickly grabbed it and swallowed the head into her mouth. The look in her eyes told me she was lost to her lust, but that she was also perhaps a little miffed to the whole scene that was unfolding. Yet the intensity with which she was sucking my cock and gyrating her hips to Gerome's finger-fucking told me lust was winning the war in her mind and body. I let her continue to suck me for several more minutes, then I gave Gerome the next que.

Bending over my wife's bobbing head, I grasped the hem of her skirt and drew it up around her waist. I heard Gerome gasp as my wife's lovely ass came into view, just inches from his face. The only thing obstructing the view was the band of thong material that split her ass checks in two. This was his signal, and Gerome smoothly withdrew his fingers from my wife's nibbling snatch, grasped her panties by the waist, and started to slowly draw them down. This was the moment of truth. When my wife redoubled her efforts at sucking my cock, I knew we had passed another milestone.


Gerome drew the panties down her long shapely legs, and off one ankle. He then reached up on the sofa for a large pillow. Sliding his hand under her belly, he lifted her up and slid the pillow under her mid-section. He then settled between her splayed thighs and began to dip his tongue into her fully exposed cunt, and to tease her lust-engorged clit. 

I had always heard, and bought into the stereotype, that blacks didn't like oral sex. But Gerome went after my wife's lust-bloated pussy like a man possessed. His tongue dipped into her soppy cunt and then flicked her hardened clit, with occasional attention to her puckered brown star. It was having its effect. My wife was nearly deep-throating my cock (something she had never before been able to do), in her effort to drain my balls of her favorite beverage. I felt it was time for the ultimate test, and I signaled Gerome.


My lusty young black friend raised to his knees, between my wife's splayed legs. Unzipping the fly of his jeans, he released the largest cock I had ever seen. I have a nice size cock at nearly 9 inches, but it looked like Gerome's was several inches longer. What made it truly magnificent was that it was as big around as my wife's wrist. 

It was only partially erect when first released from his jeans, but a couple of good strokes with his hand and the huge black fuck-tool was fully hard and ready for action. The dark black head glistened with the precum that had oozed from it while he had stroked it to full erection. Gerome scooted up further and began to trace the bloated lips of my wife's pussy, slickening the head of his cock further with her juices to prepare for penetration.

The feel of the cock tracing her pussy caused my wife to look up at me, though she never stopped sucking my cock. The look in her eyes said, "don't you think its time to put a stop to this."

At that very moment, Gerome began to penetrate my wife's tight wet cunt with his massive cudgel. The first thrust sent 8 inches of the huge Alabama black snake into her steamy hole. My wife gasped at the fullness of the sudden intrusion, and she stopped sucking my cock momentarily. 

On the second thrust I heard Gerome's belly slap against my wife's ass, and knew he had sunk himselt fully into her. For her part, my wife just moaned at the fullness of the fucking cock that was stretching her, and again drew my cock back into her mouth for another round of enthusiastic sucking.

As Gerome continued to thrust into her, my wife gradually was coming up onto her hands and knees in an effort to meet his thrusts with counter-thrusts of her own. The slut in my wife had finally been set free, and she was actively fucking another man as she sucked me. 

There could be no doubt that she was now a fully willing participant, even if booze and drugs had been used to break down her false inhibitions. On her hands and knees now, I pulled her blouse, a simple tee, up around her armpits and unlatched her bra.

The slapping noise that Gerome's fucking had caused, caught the attention of the other guys, and they all quickly surrounded the three of us. Not saying a word, only indicating with gestures, I had two of them lay on their backs and begin to suck the turgid nipples of my wife's small breasts. Her breasts, being as small as they are, are extremely sensitive to any attention at all. As the two men sucked and nipped at her erect nipples, she responded by sucking my cock even more vigorously.

After a few more moments, I emptied my balls into her mouth. She lost nary a drop as she swallowed every squirt of her treasured prize. I gestured at one of the other guys to take my place, and just before she inhaled his offered cock into her mouth, she screamed as the first full-blown vaginal orgasm of the evening ripped through her.

"FUCK ME LOVER. FUCK MY CUNT. HURT MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK OF YOURS. FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE."

By then, Gerome was slamming into her hard. My wife was rocking back to meet his inward thrusts, then rocking forward to capture the cock in her mouth again before rocking back against Gerome again. I was in heaven watching from across the room through the viewfinder of the video camera as I captured every moment. But now for that special shot before Gerome blew his load, putting him out of action for a brief while.

I walked to the group and stopped them all with gestures again. My wife looked up at me with lust in her eyes and a look that said, "why are you stopping them." I took her hand and stood her up, then led her down the hall toward the guest room. I knew she would never approve of fucking another man in our bed, and this way our bed would still be ok to sleep in if we made it to sleeping this night.

As we walked, I completed the disrobing of her fully-exposed body. The guys had followed without being told to, and I laid my wife down on the guest bed, on her back. The two guys who had been sucking her nipples lay down on either side of her and went back to sucking. 

My wife's hands came down to caress the backs of the heads of the two guys, and her eyes closed as she once more gave in to the lust that was consuming her body. I told Gerome not to resume fucking her until I returned with the video camera, and I left the room.

When I returned, I set the video tripod at the foot of the bed and zoomed in on her steamy pussy. I had never seen my wife's lips so bloated before, or her clit standing so erect. It looked like she had a small penis growing from between her labia. I gestured to Gerome and he crawled between her legs. I caught the most beautiful sight on tape to view again and again, as her cunt opened up and swallowed the huge black fuckstick Gerome was shoving into her.

The contrast of black cock disappearing into white cunt was truly the most erotic sight I had ever seen. And, the fact that the cunt belonged to my wife made it even more so. 

Now my dictionary defines the word 'cuckold' as a man whose wife is unfaithful. I have always heard it said that it really is a man who likes to watch his wife getting fucked by strangers. If that is the true definition, I became an out-of-the-closet cuckold at that very moment. 

Watching that big black cock drive into her petite body, seeing her legs in the air and hips thrusting against Gerome's thrusts, and hearing the moans of pure animal lust coming out of her were enough to give me my second hard-on of the night.

My wife, for her part, was moaning in cadence with the cock that was thrusting into her.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

As her next orgasm approached, she got louder.

"FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME."

Then as Gerome let loose his hot seed into her belly, he triggered in her another orgasm.

"FUCK ME. FUCK MY CUNT. YES, YES, HOSE ME DOWN WITH YOUR HOT CUM. DROWN MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. OH YES, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

After Gerome finished unloading into her and climbed off, one of the other guys climbed on. For the next several hours it was a continuous chain of fucking cocks. As quick as one would blow into her, another would take his place. My wife was usually sucking on one cock, trying to get him ready to fuck her again, while another pounded on her cunt. 

She was being her own fluffer. She had always loved sucking cocks, even telling me of men she had sucked in the past - even though she wouldn't fuck them. I was treated to watching her lovingly suck Gerome's cock into readiness a couple of times that evening.

Again the erotic sight of that big black cock disappearing into her white face was soooooooo arousing - followed by it disappearing into her willing cunt. My wife is a fair complected blond. Gerome is one of those extremely dark African-Americans whose cock is even black at the head. So the contrast was really stark. Her orgasms had started to come continually, which wasn't unusual for her after she got her first two.

So the chant of "Fuck me" was also continuous, only stopping while a different lover crawled between her legs. If a lover took too much time getting into her cunt with his cock, she would chide him to hurry and fuck her. 

I told you my wife was a world-class slut. Yet, in spite of the fact that I knew this, she even surprised me that night.

My wife had been abused anally by an insensitive lover at one point in her life, and the resulting damage to her tiny ass had led to infection, embarrassment and weeks of physical pain. But the most severe damage had been emotional. And though she loved me to tongue her ass or finger her ass with a well-lubricated finger while I fucked her, she would never let me stick my rather large cock into her ass to fuck it good and proper.

In view of this, I was surprised when, after a couple of hours of fucking - most of the time being double penetrated with a cock in her mouth while one worked her cunt over - she announced she wanted to be triple penetrated. 

She had one of the men lie on the bed and she mounted his erect cock, taking it deep into her cunt. Then selecting the man with the smallest cock, she handed him a small jar of Vaseline from the nightstand and had him lube up. Then she had him put his cock into her ass. She chided him to go slowly until he was buried balls deep in her ass. Then she called Gerome over to her head and began to suck his stiff cock.

After a few minutes, the three cocks were stroking her without mercy. After she managed to suck Gerome dry, it became obvious she was experiencing the best fucking of her life as she chanted.

"Fuck me. Fuck my ass. FUCK MY ASS YOU BASTARD. FUCK ME HARD YOU SONS-OF-BITCHES. CUM IN MY ASS AND CUNT. I WANNA FEEL YOUR CUM IN MY ASS. FUCK MY ASS. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEE."

The guys fucked her for about four hours. Each guy fucked her at least three times! A couple of the guys, including the undeniable Gerome, four times, and one even five, I think. Oh the staying power of youthful lust. After all left around two in the morning, my wife was covered from head to toe with dried or drying cum. I helped her to bathe, and to bed.

We slept 'the sleep of the dead,' curled in each other's arms, and woke as the late morning sun illuminated our bedroom. The thought had occurred to me that the 'hell to pay' might come in the morning as I drifted off. 

My dreams though were of cocks coming from every angle at my willing, slutty wife, and dreams of becoming a millionaire selling amateur videos of my wife, the newest porn queen, on the Internet.

As I awoke, I rose and went to the kitchen, preparing coffee for me, and setting my wife's teapot to boil. Her tea was ready as she entered our country kitchen a few minutes later. Any worries of recrimination by morning's light were quickly dispelled. 

As she sat to her tea and the toasted English muffin I had prepared for her, she quipped, "Remind me never to smoke pot and drink Margarita's in the same evening again." As if on queue, I asked why. With a wink and then a smile she said, "MARGARITA'S AND POT MAKE MY PUSSY HURT!"

I proved myself right, in that, since that night, I have no trouble getting my wife to participate in sexual activities that involve third, fourth, and more parties. In fact, if she sees a strange man or woman (yes, it turns out my wife is BI) who turns her on sexually, she won't hesitate to ask, and I will attempt to set up a liaison. Sometimes the women are reluctant, but my wife is so attractive, the men have never been reluctant! 

We only have two rules.

One, I must always be present, so she isn't cheating (a loose distinction I know, but it works for us), and two, we keep it within limits. No obsession with it, so we usually confine it to two or three times a quarter. 

Oh, and also, in case you wondered, my wife wouldn't allow anyone to see the videos except those who participated, so there goes my dream of riches. I always video the events and sometimes participate, but usually I am just the voyeur behind the camera. 

I will have to tell you about some of these sometime, but that is another story for another time.
