My White Wife, Her Three Black Bulls by The A.I. Assistant
It was a hot summer evening. The air was heavy with humidity and the distant buzz of cicadas could be heard through our open bedroom window. My wife, Veronica, lay naked on our bed, her alabaster skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her long blonde hair was splayed out behind her head like a golden halo. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep in the oppressive heat.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her, transfixed. Even after five years of marriage, I still found myself in awe of her beauty. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath, her pink nipples stiff in the slight breeze. Between her long, shapely legs, her bare pussy was revealed to me, the delicate folds glistening. I felt my cock stiffen in my boxers as I drank in the sight of her.
Just then, headlights flashed in our driveway. Our friends Jason, Jamal, and Tyrone had arrived. They were all former college football teammates of mine. Big, muscular black guys. We may have been teammates once, but these days we hardly saw each other, living busy lives and all. So when they texted me out of the blue, saying they were in town and wanted to get together for old times’ sake, I happily agreed to have them over for beers.
Veronica opened her eyes and stretched languidly. “Oh, I forgot your friends were coming over tonight.” She got up and began pulling on a thin white tank top that left little to the imagination. “I’m going to run a quick shower.”
As the guys arrived and we cracked open beers, I couldn’t help but notice their eyes following Veronica as she moved around, her tight little shorts hugging her perfect ass. She’d always had a magnetic effect on men. But then again, so did I. It was one of the things I loved about our marriage – the way we both turned heads wherever we went.
We sat around drinking and bullshitting, watching sports highlights, like it was old times. Jason was telling a story about fucking some college girl in the backseat of his Mustang when Veronica reemerged in a short sundress, her hair wet and tousled. Her nipples were visibly poking against the thin fabric.
“Dinner’s ready,” she announced. We all headed into the dining room. Veronica had prepared her famous shrimp boil – a heaping mountain of succulent shrimp, spicy sausage, potatoes and corn on the cob. We dug in with gusto. The guys were practically drooling over the sight of Veronica as she leaned over to grab her wine glass, her cleavage displayed prominently.
After dinner, we migrated out to the patio with our drinks. Veronica plopped down between Jamal and Tyrone on the outdoor sectional. They were both huge, probably 6’3″ and upwards of 250 pounds of pure muscle. She patted the seat on the other side of her, beckoning me over. As I approached, I couldn’t help but feel the presence of the two black giants on either side of my wife. Their massive thighs were inches from hers. Their eyes roved over her body hungrily as they exchanged some private joke, both bursting into deep, rumbling laughter.
Veronica leaned in close to whisper something in my ear. “I think your friends think I’m hot,” she giggled. “I’ve never seen guys look at me like that before.” She pressed her lips to my earlobe and began nibbling. “Maybe we should give them a show…”
My cock was rock hard at this point. I knew exactly what she meant. We’d always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in us. Nothing got us hotter than having sex in semi-public places, or with people watching. And this situation was too perfect. My sexy white wife, surrounded by three huge black men, their eyes devouring her. It was like something out of a porno.
Veronica got up and began slow dancing to some music that had come on. The guys watched, enraptured, as she moved her hips and ran her hands over her body. Then she reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, slowly peeling it up and off, revealing her naked body to the three men. Her tits bounced free and they all let out a collective groan.
She turned to face me, a wicked gleam in her eye. “You gonna let them fuck me, daddy?” she purred. “I want to feel those big black cocks splitting me open.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My wife, begging for another man’s cock. And I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought, at the reality of the situation. I nodded, giving her a curt jerk of my head. “Do it,” I growled. “Fucking whore.”
Veronica let out an excited squeal and turned to face the guys. They were all rubbing their huge bulges, their faces twisted with lust. With a giggle, she reached down and pulled Jason’s rigid black cock through the zipper of his shorts. It was enormous. Nearing ten inches long and fully as thick as my wrist. She stroked it idly as she turned to the others. “Mmm, you’re all so fucking big,” she mewled. “I need those cocks in me now.”
The guys were on her in an instant, zeroing in on their prize like heat-seeking missiles. Jamal yanked her hair back and seized her mouth in a brutal kiss, his thick tongue plundering her. Meanwhile, Tyrone got behind her and slapped her ass hard before spreading her cheeks and driving his fat black cock into her ass in one brutal stroke. She let out a howl of pleasure-pain as he split her open on his huge tool.
And through it all, Jason stood in front of her, his massive dick throbbing in her stroking fist. “Open your mouth for me, you little cumslut,” he rasped. And she did, wrapping her lips around his thick head and slurping at him greedily. The sight of her stretched around his girth, her throat bulging, was almost too much for me. I could feel my own cock straining against the limits of my shorts.
The four of them moved together as one, a tangle of flailing limbs and glistening sweat-slicked black and white flesh. Jason and Tyrone began pistoning into Veronica’s holes with deep, powerful strokes, their swollen balls slapping against her with every thrust. Her screams of ecstasy filled the night air as they stretched her open on their monster black cocks.
I watched in slack-jawed amazement, my hand straying to rub at my own throbbing erection through my shorts. My wife, the beautiful woman I’d seen fit to marry, was letting these black giants use her like a common whore. And she was loving it, every second of it, if the way she looked was anything to go by. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, drool sliding down her chin, as they pounded her into oblivion.
They kept her going for over an hour, passing her around and taking turns on her holes, on every surface – the patio table, the grass, even bent over the porch railing. By the end, she was a wrecked, twitching mess, her ass and pussy gaping and leaking cum. The guys finally bent her over the arm of the sectional, Jason in her ass and Tyrone in her pussy, and simultaneously flooded her holes with what had to be a gallon of thick black jizz. They shot and shot, their cocks throbbing and jumping inside her as they pumped her full to bursting. Her belly began to swell from the sheer volume.
As they finally pulled out, Veronica slumped bonelessly to the ground, a quivering puddle of satisfaction. The guys stood over her, their chests heaving, admiring their work. I approached them on shaking legs. “Thank you,” I said, my voice coming out as a hoarse croak. “That was… incredible.”
“We should do this again sometime,” Jason said with a wink, clapping me on the shoulder. “You gotta let us back in on that tight little wife of yours.”
“Consider it a deal,” I said, knowing it was only a matter of time before those black bulls had her again. And again. And again. My wife would never be satisfied with just my cock again. I’d seen to that. I was no longer enough for her. Those black men and their huge cocks had ruined her for me. And I knew I’d have to step aside and let them use her whenever they wished. Because there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was what my wife needed.
And as I helped her to her feet and back inside, I knew she’d never be the same. She’d been irreparably changed by the experience of having her holes violated by those black cocks. My wife now belonged to them. Body and soul. And I’d have to learn to accept my place as her cuckold husband. Because it seemed her appetite for black meat was only just beginning.