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Black Cock: A Wife Falls Too

by aaron

08/20/2016 05:33 in domination


Summary: Straight married man sacrifices wife to his black Master.

Note 1: This story is dedicated to goamz86 and in making one of his fantasies as real as possible.

Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, Wayne for editing this series.

Note 3: Although this story is mostly a GAY interracial story, it is really a much deeper story about one man's lengthy journey of sexual self-discovery. Besides being about a man becoming a cocksucker, it's also about the changing relationship in the bedroom with his lovely wife.

In the first part of this trilogy, Black Cock: 1 Day Changes Everything, Greg catches his friend being ass fucked by a 18-ear-old black boy. Soon he is drawn into the world of sexual gay submission as he is unable to resist the temptation of sucking black cock. Meanwhile, slowly he also becomes more submissive to his beautiful loving wife who has no idea of his newfound lust for black dick.

In the second part of this trilogy (way longer than originally planned, but the plot just kept going and going), Black Cock: 10 Inch Cock Training, Greg submits unconditionally to Malcolm both as a cocksucker and an ass taker, accepting that he can't live without black cock, or cock in general. Meanwhile, he also became a submissive ass slut and sex slave to his beautiful wife.

A reminder of how part 2 ended:

FRIDAY

I wore a new pair of thigh highs.

All day I anticipated a text from Malcolm that didn't come.

That night, after dinner, Marcia asked, "Going through withdrawal, slut?"

I smiled, Carol gone to the lake for the weekend, "Yes, Mistress."

She pulled down her skirt and revealed she already was wearing her big black ass breaking strap-on cock.

My mouth watered and my ass tingled.

Then the doorbell rang.

"You better get that," she smiled, "I'm not ready for company."

"I'll be back, ASAP," I said, planning to get rid of whoever was at the door... ready and eager to get her cock in my ass.

"I'll be upstairs, my slut," she said, heading to the bedroom.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, heading to the door.

I opened the door and froze.

"Hi, cocksucker," he greeted, "or should I say hi, faggot."

And now, the exciting conclusion of Big Black Cock:

"Please, not now," I pleaded, immediately stressed.

"Is that any way to greet your Master?" He asked, a smug smile on his face.

"Sorry, Master," I apologized, terrified that Marcia could come back downstairs any second.

"I told you I would see you on Friday," he explained, as he walked past me and into my home.

I whispered, "Please Master, I don't want my marriage to end."

"If I recall, you were quite willing to allow your wife to watch you suck me or even ass fuck you," he countered with a shrug.

"I just said that in the heat of the moment," I protested.

"It's what you say in the heat of the moment that is most true," he countered philosophically, as if he was Mr. Miyagi in the Karate Kid (the 1980s version, not the awful unnecessary remake).

I didn't argue with his theory, instead continuing my pleading, "Please, Master, I'll do anything."

He closed the door hard enough for it to make a thud.

Marcia called out, "Hurry up, little dick, I have an ass to fuck."

Malcolm chuckled, "Was I interrupting something?"

I called back, worried she may come down soon and be caught almost naked, "We have company."

"This is going to be an epic evening," Malcolm proclaimed, as he walked into my living room.

"Please," I begged, even though I knew I was literally and figuratively fucked.

"Go tell her you forgot you invited me over to work on football strategy," he suggested.

A slight glimmer of hope that he wasn't going to out me today arrived and I nodded, "Okay." I quickly went upstairs

"Take your time," he smirked. "If she wants to prep that ass of yours for me that would be fine."

Fuck, I sighed to myself as I went to explain to my wife what was going on, even though I had no idea what was actually going on.

I went to my room and knocked on the door.

"It's me," I said, before walking in.

The strap-on was off, and she was pulling jeans up her hips, her thigh highs still on underneath.

"Did they hear me?" She asked, clearly mortified.

"Yes," I nodded, "but I told him it was an inside joke."

"Who is he?" She asked.

"Malcolm, the kid I'm mentoring," I replied.

"The black boy from the athletics banquet?" She asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, still nervous as hell.

"Why is he here?" She asked.

"Apparently, I offered to work with him tonight," I replied.

"I can't go downstairs after what I said," she said, still mortified.

"Trust me," I lied, "He didn't take it seriously."

"How couldn't he?" She asked. "I was pretty graphic."

"I don't think he heard all of it," I replied.

"I don't know," she said.

"It's up to you," I replied, actually hoping she would stay upstairs as I still wasn't completely sure what Malcolm's intentions were.

She said, "I think I'll stay up here and read."

"Okay," I said, relieved. "I'll get rid of him as soon as I can."

"You better," she said, smiling sexily, "You need to be punished for ruining my plans for you."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, thankful that maybe I could avoid being outed today. As I returned to the living room, I sensed this was only a temporary relief, it was only a matter of time before my wife learned the truth.

Back downstairs, Malcolm asked, "Is she joining us?"

"No, she's mortified," I replied.

"Too bad," Malcolm said, his tone dripping with implication, "I was really hoping to get to know her better."

"Want to come to my office?" I asked, hoping to go somewhere private.

"Sure," he nodded.

I led him to my office and as soon as the door was closed he ordered, "Knees, cocksucker."

"Yes, Master," I quickly obeyed, hoping the sooner I got him off the less likely I would get caught.

I eagerly fished out his cock, both to speed up the process and also, as usual, I was craving cock... big black cock.

He noticed my eagerness and asked, "Hungry?"

"Starving for desert," I replied, as I took his cock in my mouth and began bobbing.

Malcolm explained, "You understand it's only a matter of time before your wife is on her knees taking my cock in her mouth, pussy or ass."

I didn't respond even as my cock flinched in my pants at the idea.

"It's only natural. Once she gets a look at my big black dick, yours, which already isn't enough for her, will become completely inadequate," he continued.

I knew that was true. She already liked her toys over my cock. Yet, I couldn't fathom her giving into the lust even if she wanted to. She was too loyal.

As if reading my mind, he continued, "Now, you're thinking she would never cheat on you. Yet, there are two things that prove that theory wrong. One, did you think you would cheat on her and become an addicted cocksucker?"

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I answered, "No, Master, I never did."

He shoved his cock back into my mouth before adding, "Two, I haven't met a white woman, especially a married white woman, yet who could resist the temptation. If Eve couldn't resist biting an apple, how do you expect your wife to be able to resist this?"

The question and comparison was ludicrous and I wondered as I bobbed like the cocksucker I had become if my wife would be able to resist.

Malcolm continued, "What would your wife do if she walked into the office right now?"

I had no idea, truthfully.

"After the shock faded away and the anger at your betrayal, she would drop to her knees and take my cock in her mouth," Malcom predicted.

I didn't doubt that my wife would suck him given the opportunity and permission, but I did doubt she would do it moments after catching me in the act. Her anger would override her lust... I thought.

"Bend over, let's get that ass prepped for your wife," Malcolm ordered.

"Please, no," I responded, getting ass fucked upping the possibility of getting caught.

"Now, faggot," he demanded, before adding, "unless you want me to fuck you on your bed with your wife watching."

"Okay, okay," I nodded, knowing that as usual I had no power in this humiliating, yet sexually satisfying relationship. I pulled down my pants, bent over my desk and waited, even though I had no lube.

"This is likely going to hurt like hell," he warned, as he moved behind me.

I grabbed the end of the desk for support, took a deep breath and prepared for the pain. With lube it took a long time to get comfortable, without it I was worried I would alert my wife through screaming in pain like a little bitch.

His cock teased my asshole briefly before he pushed forward invading my ass.

"Ohhhhh," I groaned, a sharp pain coursing through me.

"Shit, this is like trying to get into Fort Knox," he laughed.

I didn't say anything as I focused on controlling my breathing.

Ever so slowly, his cock went deeper inside me, the pain never fading. I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I was sodomized without lube.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to fuck this ass without some lube," Malcolm said, pulling out. "Go get some."

"But it's in the room with my wife," I pointed out.

"And I care why?" he asked, always cold.

I pulled my pants up, a sharp pain still burning in my butt, and nodded, "Fine, I'll be back as quick as I can."

I had no idea what I was going to tell my wife. I headed to the room, my ass still on fire, with no plan other than praying she was in the bathroom.

She wasn't.

She was reading a book on the bed.

The lube was sitting right there on her nightstand.

How the hell was I going to grab it without being obvious?

She looked up and asked, "Is he gone?"

"No, not yet," I answered, desperately trying to come up with a lie for why I was up here.

"Is he going to be gone soon?" she asked, the tone of the question implying it wasn't a question, but an instruction to get rid of him ASAP.

"I hope so," I nodded, as I walked over to her side of the bed and knocked off the lube, an idea suddenly forming.

I got down on my knees, quickly filled my palm with lube, before closing it up and returning the bottle to the nightstand.

She quipped, "Don't spill that. It's needed for that ass of yours tonight."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, guilt and shame coursing through me.

"Why did you come up here?" she asked.

My lube filled hand behind my back slightly I answered, "Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'll be a lot more okay when he is gone," she said, "now go downstairs and get him out of here."

"Will do," I nodded, hurrying out of there before she could catch me with a handful of lube.

I scurried back to my office, and once inside, put my hand on his ten inch cock and began stroking it as I coated it with lube.

"Impressive, slut," he smirked.

"Anything for you, Master," I absurdly replied, frustrated that those words were obviously true.

I wiped the rest of the lube between my ass cheeks before I bent back over the desk and waited for his cock, now eager to have it in me and finish this stressful, yet undeniably exciting moment.

'Such an eager little slut," Malcolm chuckled, as he moved back up behind me.

"Yes, Master," I replied, as I again prepared to have my ass unnaturally filled.

This time it slid inside me much more easily, the pain returned, but much duller and I just relaxed and focused on keeping quiet as I got ass fucked while my wife was in the house... my cock stiff as a rock.

"What a fucking faggot you are," Malcolm said, as he pumped his dick in me. "Only a complete submissive queer would willingly take it up the ass while his beautiful wife was upstairs."

Shame, as usual, coursed through me at his harsh, but hard to dispute, words. I mean, I could argue the willingly part, but in the end it was a pretty weak defense. Very unlikely to hold up in divorce court.

"Should I call your wife down here to watch you be a faggot?" Malcolm asked, a couple of minutes later.

"No!" I quickly responded, desperate to keep this secret from her.

"Or maybe I should walk into your bedroom and offer my dick to your wife," Malcolm continued.

I didn't respond as quickly to that offer, as I pondered my wife's reaction. Would she be like me and be unable to resist its majestic beauty? Or would she be able to resist the temptation like a good loyal married person should do?

"No response?" Malcolm questioned.

I admitted, "Just wondering how she would react."

He laughed, "Likely, like most white women. They would beg to suck it and be fucked by it."

"I don't know," I answered, torn between the reality that she may do exactly that and the fact that her morals and loyalty were so great that I couldn't fathom her actually giving in to her lust and cheating like I had.

"Oh, I know," he confidently said, as he kept fucking me, "I can see it in her eyes. If given the opportunity, she would take my cock in a heartbeat."

"Maybe," I replied, still unsure.

"And I bet you would love watching me fuck your wife, wouldn't you cocksucker?" Malcolm predicted.

I could envision it clearly. I knew he would satisfy her in ways I never could. And I wanted her to feel the great pleasure she deserved. I admitted, "Yes, Master, I would love to see you satisfy her."

"In ways you can't?" Malcom questioned.

"Yes, Master," I nodded, admitting the obvious.

Malcolm fucked me for a couple more minutes before he pulled out and ordered, "Knees, cocksucker."

I quickly obeyed and soon felt his cock, in my ass just moments ago, back in my mouth. The act was disgusting in theory, but actually turned me on more... I loved being treated like a dirty whore.

"Such a cock slut," Malcolm groaned, before he spewed his load in my mouth.

I swallowed it all, always thrilled to get a load in my mouth.

When he pulled out, he smiled, "Give my best to your wife."

"I don't think I can," I joked, as I stroked his cock.

Malcolm roared, "Now that is funny."

He pulled his pants up, walked out of my office and yelled out, "Have a great night, Mrs. Benson."

I quickly pulled my pants up and followed, guilt coming back.

"Okay, bye," she said back.

"Until the next time, cocksucker," Malcolm said, before leaving my house.

I sighed. I got away with it.

I sighed. I just sucked and got fucked by a teenager in my house while my wife was home.

I sighed. I could still taste his cum in my mouth and my ass was likely still gaped open.

I went upstairs to have a shower and brush my teeth when Marcia called out, "Are we alone?"

"We are," I answered, as I entered our room.

"Get naked, slut," she demanded, as she got out of bed.

"I need to go to the washroom first," I said, needing time to clean up a bit and allow my ass to return to normal.

"Hurry up," she demanded, "It's time to punish you for inviting someone over during play time."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded. I went to the washroom. I went pee, used some mouthwash and tried to relax. I looked into the mirror and bent over. My ass looked normal from this angle.

"Hurry up, slut," Marcia demanded.

I sighed. God, I prayed she wouldn't notice anything.

I walked out and she was again wearing a strap-on.

"Get undressed, slut," she demanded, her tone a little different than usual... even more dominant.

"Yes, Mistress." I replied, getting undressed and praying she wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Once only in thigh highs, my cock completely erect, she laughed, harshly, "Shit, you're already hard. You love being my ass whore, don't you?"

Although I felt guilty at just getting ass fucked by Malcolm, and humiliated slightly at her tone and laugh, the reality was I did indeed love being her ass whore. I admitted, "Yes, Mistress, I love being your complete slut."

"Bend over the bed," she ordered, as she went to get the lube.

I obeyed.

She said, sounding confused, "That's odd."

"What is?" I asked, now bent over the bed and waiting to be sodomized like a cheap slut.

"There is lube on the bottle," she said.

I knew why. I quickly lied, "Yes, I used some before Malcolm got here to have my man cunt nice and ready for easy access for you."

"Really?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Yes, Mistress," I continued, 'I've being dying for this moment all day."

"Huh," she said, as she tossed the lube back in the drawer, walked over to me and said, "I hope you did a good job then."

I thought to myself, 'Trust me, I did a good job. Or more accurately Malcolm did', but instead I just waited for a cock to be back inside my ass.

And I must confess, I was becoming an anal slut addict. I couldn't wait to have her dick back in my ass. Although I loved Malcolm's dick more (because it was real), it was still exhilarating to be fucked in the ass by my wife, especially when I considered the obvious shift in our relationship.

"Ready to have that man cunt of yours fucked?" she asked, taking my earlier declaration and using it, as she rubbed the fake cock up and down my ass cheeks.

"God, yes," I replied, wanting to feel it in my ass. Craving the submissive feeling of getting fucked.

"Beg, bitch," she demanded, as her cock head teased my asshole.

"Oh please, Mistress," I moaned like a slut, every word I said true, "I need your cock in my man cunt so fucking badly. I was made to be a bimbo fuck slut. A submissive whore used for your pleasuuuuure."

She slammed the entire cock in my ass with one hard thrust.

"Yes, Mistress, fuck your slut's cunt," I begged, wanting to be pounded hard. To be punished for my secret submission to Malcolm.

"I can't believe you kept this a secret so long," she said, as she slammed into me hard, our bodies colliding with each forward thrust. My eyes went wide at the word secret.

I stammered, tensing, worried she somehow knew, "W-w-what secret?"

"That you've wanted to be a submissive ass whore for me," she replied, my body relaxing as quickly as it had tightened.

"I didn't know," I admitted, the idea not even on the radar until Malcolm.

"Well, better late than never," she quipped, as she fucked me long and hard.

After a few minutes, my cock begging for release, she pulled out and asked, "Want to come?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whimpered, still bent over.

"Come fuck your Mistress," she ordered, as she took off the strap-on and lay on the bed.

I quickly climbed onto the bed, between her legs and slid my cock in her. I didn't even fuck her for fifteen seconds before I came inside her.

"You can't be serious?" she asked, her tone dripping with disgust.

"Sorry," I apologized as I kept coming inside her. "You got me so excited I couldn't help myself."

"Clean me up," she sighed, adding again, "I can't believe you lasted ten seconds."

"Sorry," I repeated, feeling pathetic as I slid down to eat my cum from her pussy.

"Oh, you will be," she said with authority.

A chill went up my spine at the threat of her words. Yet, I focused on obeying and retrieving my cum from inside her.

"Eat all your cum, slut," she demanded, as she grabbed my face and ground her cunt all over me.

After a couple of minutes, she ordered, "Go put my strap-on on, I need to be fucked by a real cock that lasts more than five seconds."

The humiliation continued, as I got off the bed, grabbed her strap-on and put it on. I struggled and she sighed, "Get over here. You really are a useless fuck slut."
"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized again as I went to her and she tightened the harness.

"Now fuck me like a man," she demanded, as she got on all fours.

I moved behind her and slid the plastic cock inside her.

"Oh yes, so big," she moaned, the dildo bigger and thicker than me.

I fucked her hard and deep, trying to be the man I could never truly be. As I did, I imagined Malcolm being the one fucking her. Would she enjoy that? Of course, she would. Would she actually do it? That I couldn't predict. Would I let her? Definitely, she should have the right to come from fucking and not just from being licked.

"Oh God, I love your big dick," she moaned, after a few minutes and began bouncing back on my dick as she began rubbing herself too.

Although she likely didn't mean it as an insult, I couldn't help but feel insignificant and less of a man as she clearly enjoyed the fake dick over my real dick.

"Yes, yes, yes," she screamed a couple of minutes later as she came from the fucking.

Once her orgasm was complete, I pulled out and she said, with a smile, "Fuck, that was amazing."

"You like bigger dicks fucking you, I see," I said as a joke, even as I pondered the possibility of Malcolm fucking her.

"I'm sorry," she said, back in sweet wife mode, looking guilty.

"It's okay," I shrugged, acting casual, "I'm born with what I'm born with."

"I know, and I think it's just right," she smiled.

"Liar," I laughed.

"Okay, fine," she laughed, "I like big cocks."

"You'd probably love some ten inch cock pounding you from behind," I said, foreshadowing a possibility.

"Oh yeah," she purred, "any girl would."

"Good to know," I laughed. "I guess I'd better get one of those penis enlarger drugs."

...

The next morning, I came down for breakfast and she ordered, as she sat on a chair, "Crawl under the table and have your breakfast."

"Really?" I asked.

"Now," she ordered, as she read the paper.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, surprised that the domme mindset was going to occur in the morning and in the kitchen.

She didn't say a word as she opened her legs and I crawled between them. Her pussy was dry and it took a lot longer to get her off. I was under there for about half an hour before she finally spoke, grabbing my head and demanding, "Suck my clit."

She came on my face and once she let go of my head, I crawled back out and stood up.

She asked, as if nothing had happened, "What are you doing today?"

I answered, unsure what she expected me to answer, "I have no plans."

"The honey to do list is on the counter," she said, as she stood up and gave me a kiss.

"Okay," I nodded, once she was done.

I spent the day doing the list, which was all outdoor yard work.

That night, she fucked me again and I fucked her again... with the strap-on.

...

It was Tuesday evening, movie night, when things took another crazy turn.

I hadn't heard from Malcolm at all and was truthfully going into cock sucking withdrawal.

We walked in the door, coming back from the movie theater, and froze.

"Oh God, it's so big," my daughter, Carol, moaned loudly.

I instantly knew what was happening, as my heart sank.

Malcolm was fucking my daughter.

Fuck.

Marcia turned to me with a look of complete shock on her face.

Malcolm asked, "So you like my big black cock in that tight white pussy more than your boyfriend's dick?"

"God, yes," Carol moaned.

I took Marcia's hand and led her into the living room to walk in on the act.

Trying to be the man of the house for once, unsure how Malcolm planned to play this, I asked, "What the hell is going on here?"

Carol looked up and gasped, on all fours, yet still dressed, her skirt lifted up, getting fucked my Malcolm, "Oh my God."

My first thought was 'is he fucking her pussy or her ass?'

Malcolm laughed, "That's what she's been saying for twenty minutes now."

"Stop this now," I demanded, furious he would go after my daughter.

Malcolm pulled out and turned directly to us, to Marcia, his ten inch cock saluting her, "Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Benson. I thought we would be done now but your daughter is a rather insatiable little mynx."

Carol was crying, as she covered herself up.

"Please leave," I demanded, praying he wasn't going to make me suck his dick in front of my wife and daughter.

"Meet me outside if you want to finish," Malcolm said, looking at Carol, as he pulled up his pants, before adding, "and I know you do."

Marcia hadn't spoken. She seemed both stunned by what she had witnessed and, I had a hunch, by the size of Malcolm's dick.

"Get out," I demanded again, trying to remain in control. Still pissed that he had decided to fuck my daughter, even though my cock was rock hard. This had to end.

He walked by us and said, "Good evening. Mrs. Benson. You are looking fine tonight."

I didn't say anything as he walked out of the house as he demanded, "Hurry up Carol, or I'll go find my white pussy at Shannon's house."

Carol stood up and began to head towards the front door... to follow him. She whispered, her head down and not making eye contact, "Sorry, but I have to go."

Marcia finally spoke, "Don't you dare leave this house."

Carol stopped and said, "Mom, I'm eighteen and an adult. I can make my own decision," and walked out.

Marcia asked, "What the hell just happened?"

"I don't know," I lied, even though I knew exactly what happened. My daughter succumbed to the irresistible lust to suck and fuck that black cock... just like I had.

"How did that same boy who was here on Friday talking football to you, end up here a few days later having sex with our daughter?" she asked, before raising her voice, "In our living room."

"I don't know," I again lied. Unsure why Malcolm chose to fuck my daughter, but confident it was all some sort of master plan.

She went to the door and went outside.

I followed her.

They were nowhere to be found.

Marcia ordered, "Bedroom now."

"Okay," I nodded, as I followed her back into the house.

"Okay, what?" she questioned, stopping in her tracks and turning around.

"Okay, Mistress Marcia," I corrected, surprised how she went from angry parent to strong-willed domme and horny woman... although she did get a lengthy look at Malcolm's ten inch magic stick.

She walked to the bedroom and ordered, "Lock the door and put on the strap-on."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, assuming indeed the sight of Malcolm's cock had the same impact on her as it always did on me.

I got undressed and as I returned with the strap-on harness she asked, "Why are you hard?"

I wanted to respond, 'Why are you horny?', but I knew she hated when I answered a question with a question. I answered, "Because I get to fuck you."

She didn't respond, as she watched me put the harness on. Once on, she got on all fours, her favourite positon since I started wearing a strap-on and ordered, "Now hurry up and fuck me."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, moving behind her and sliding the cock in her very wet pussy.

"Good boy," she moaned, "fuck me hard."

I did, even as my own hard cock wanted to be the one fucking her.

Unlike the last few strap-on fucks, she didn't talk at all, as if in deep thought. I wondered if she was thinking about Malcolm's cock.

My wondering was answered when her breathing increased and after a few minutes of fucking she demanded with a Freudian slip, "Oh yes, fuck me with that big black cock."

Deciding to role play, I said, deepening my voice, "You like my big black cock, my white slut?"

That was all she needed to shift from domme back to sub and role play, "Oh fuck, yes, fuck your white bitch with that massive black dick."

"Beg for it, bitch," I ordered, pulling out, enjoying the role of power again... even if it was because of a black dildo and likely her envisioning it was Malcolm fucking her.

"Oh God, shove that massive black snake inside your white slut's cunt," she begged, "I need it so bad."

"Isn't your husband big enough for you?" I asked, teasing her pussy lips, curious if she would stay in lust at such a question.

"God, no," she moaned, wiggling her ass trying to get my dick back inside her. "Your cock is so much bigger." There was a pause and then she moaned, "Better!"

I slammed back into her, "Fuck my big black cock, slut," I demanded, as I reached up and pulled her hair.

"Oh yes," she moaned loudly, bouncing back on my cock furiously, with a hunger I had never seen before.

In a minute, maybe less, she came all over my dildo, before collapsing forward, her orgasm clearly overwhelming her.

I watched her tremble for a minute, before I got off the bed and took off the strap-on.

I joined her on the bed and saw she was crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I can't believe I got horny from watching my daughter," she said, through tears.

I joked, "Well, his cock was ridiculously big. It was like a horse cock."

She laughed, "It was unnaturally huge."

"Christ," I joked, even though it wasn't really a joke, but opening the door to what may occur in the future in front of her, "I considered sucking it."

"I bet you did," she smirked. "I really have made you a cock slut."

"I crave dick now," I again said as a joke.

"Maybe I should take you to a gloryhole for a full night of cocksucking," she quipped.

"I'm your slut," I said, this time without any joking tone.

Her smirk faded. She asked, "Would you do that?"

I said, "I don't know. A couple of weeks ago I would have not even considered it. But you have awakened a side of me I didn't know existed."

"Do you want to suck a real cock?" she asked.

Not wanting to answer. I answered by asking a question instead. "Do you want to watch me suck a real cock?"

"You know I hate when you answer a question with another question," she said.

"I know," I nodded, "but the question you asked is a bit loaded."

"Fair enough," she nodded, as she reached for my cock and began stroking it. "I don't know. Part of me is turned on by the idea of watching you suck a man's cock. Yet, another part of me knows that such a thing is wrong."

I groaned, her hand on my cock feeling so good.

"Apparently, you like the idea," she purred.

"I don't hate it," I admitted, my balls already boiling.

She moved to my ear, as she kept stroking my cock, "I bet you would look hot on your knees with a mouthful of a big cock."

"A big black cock?" I asked, with a moan.

"Oh, yeah," she said, tugging on my ear. "I bet you would look so natural on your knees with a big black dick fucking those cock sucking lips of yours."

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, as my cum shot out of me instantly.

"Shit," she smiled, "we really are two twisted people."

"The twisted-est," I weakly laughed, pretty sure that wasn't a word.

Once I finished coming, she moved her hand to my mouth and I licked my cum off her hand.

Before I could say more, the front door opened.

"Oh fuck, back to reality," Marcia said, getting up. "How are we going to deal with what just happened?"

"Find a black cock?" I quipped.

She laughed, "I think I've created a monster. But seriously, what are we going to say to Carol?"

"I don't know," I said, as I got dressed too.

"I need to talk to her," she said.

"What are you going to say?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, "but I have to make it clear what she did was inappropriate."

"Maybe I'll wait until the morning," she said.

"I'm guessing you are not going to sleep tonight until you talk to her," I pointed out, knowing her well enough.

'You're right," she nodded, putting on a robe.

"I usually am," I joked.

"Not the time for jokes," she said, as she headed to the door. "Wish me luck."

"May the force me with you," I joked again.

"You may die tonight," she said with a glare, before adding, with a wicked smile, "Or get my lightsaber up that cunt of yours."

"Better than being Han Solo," I quipped.

She shook her head and headed out. I tiptoed out a moment later, curious to eavesdrop if I could.

Thankfully, Marcia had left the door open. I heard her say, "Carol what you did is unacceptable."

"I know," Carol answered, guilt dripping in her tone.

"And what about James?" Marcia asked.

"He knows," Carol answered.

"What do you mean he knows?" Marcia questioned perplexed.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth," Carol said.

"You can tell me anything," Marcia said, trying to be compassionate.

"I walked in on James sucking Malcolm's cock on Saturday," Carol revealed.

"No way," Marcia gasped.

I wondered if Malcolm planned to do the same thing to me with Marcia.

Carol continued, "At first I was in shock. My boyfriend was sucking another guy's dick. But once I saw the dick, well, I wanted it."

"This is unbelievable," Marcia said.

"I've said too much," Carol said.

"No, no," Marcia said, her tone sounding like she wanted to hear more. "You're an adult. You need to be able to tell me anything."

"You sure?" Carol asked.

"Yes, honey," Marcia said, "I want to hear it."

I wondered if this was getting Marcia horny.

"Okay," Carol said tentatively. "Malcolm asked if I wanted to join my boyfriend. So even though I should have been furious, I mean my boyfriend is apparently gay, I mindlessly walked over and dropped to my knees."

Marcia comforted, "I understand, his dick is huge."

"Mom!" Carol gasped.

"Carol, I'm a woman too, with needs too," Marcia pointed out.

"OMG!" Carol laughed.

"Then what happened?" Marcia asked with perverse interest.

"He took turns, allowing both James and I to suck his cock, while he explained how James became his cocksucker and bottom," Carol explained.

"James takes it in the ass?" Marcia asked shocked.

"I watched him take all ten inches," Carol answered.

"No way," Marcia said, clearly in shock.

"And it was ridiculously hot," Carol said. "I mean, I never had imagined I'd like watching two guys, but hearing him squeal like a bitch had me so turned on."

"Wow," Maria said.

"I know, WOW indeed."

"So are you and James still together?"

"Yes," Carol replied, "It's somehow made us stronger."

"Oddly, I understand that," Marcia said, which I found curious.

Carol replied, "That said, I can't say no to him. I see his dick and my brain shuts off and I just have to have it. I become a complete bimbo."

"Is it really ten inches?" Marcia asked.

"Why, Mom? Are you wanting it?" Carol teased.

"What? No, no, no," Marcia covered, even though it was obvious she was intrigued as hell.

"I'm just teasing," Carol laughed.

"He hasn't tried taking your ass, has he?"

"No," Carol answered, "I barely can take all of it in my pussy."

"Is he a good fuck?" Marcia bluntly asked.

"Mom!" Carol giggled, "this is such a surreal conversation, especially after you caught me in such a compromising position."

"I know," Marcia said, "it's actually fun to have someone to talk sex with."

"Why? Are you and Dad having problems?"

"God, no," Marcia said, "our sex life is amazing. It's just..."

'It's just what?' I wondered.

"It's just what, Mom? You can tell me anything too," Carol said.

"But he's your father," Marcia said, clearly having second thoughts about what she was going to reveal.

"I'm not going to say anything," Carol said.

"It's just that he is no ten inches," Marcia said.

"Few are," Carol pointed out.

"True enough," Marcia laughed.

"What about Dad?" carol asked. "Is he furious?"

"I'll deal with him," Marcia said. "Trust me, he won't mention it to you."

"I'm not sure I can look him in the eyes," she said.

"He was shocked, but he also has to accept you're an adult," Marcia comforted.

"Okay," Carol said.

"Ten inches," Marcia sighed. "I can't even fathom."

"I couldn't either," Carol said. "Now it's all I can think of."

"Me too," Marcia said.

Sensing the conversation was ending, I snuck back to my room. I was watching sports highlights for a couple of minutes before Marcia entered the room, straddled me and demanded, "Eat my pussy."

Of course, I did.

After coming on my face, she said, "You are not to mention tonight to Carol at all."

"Trust me," I nodded, "I have no intentions to at all."

"Good," she nodded.

"How did it go?" I asked, hoping I was going to get to fuck my wife.

"We had a good chat," Marcia said, "but it was a girls only chat."

"Okay," I nodded, as Marcia rolled over.

Old me would have rolled over and slid my cock in her. New me closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep with a raging hard on.

...

It was Wednesday lunch when Malcolm texted me:

My house now, cocksucker.

My mouth watering reading those four words, I drove directly to his house.

I knocked on the door and was surprised to see James open the door.

"Hi, James," I greeted, wondering what was going on and praying my daughter wasn't inside.

"Hi, sir," he greeted, his eyes looking apologetic.

"Get in here cocksucker," Malcolm demanded.

I walked inside and my worry became a reality. Carol was bobbing furiously on Malcolm's cock.

Malcolm smiled and asked, "Are you here to watch your daughter suck cock?"

Carol froze.

"Keep sucking slut," he demanded.

Carol obeyed.

"This has got to stop," I said. Frustrated that he had brought my daughter into his sick and twisted game.

Malcolm asked, as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, "Carol, did I force you to do anything you didn't want to?"

"No," she whispered, not turning around to look at me.

"Did you take my cock in that white cunt of yours of your own free will?" Malcolm continued, while smugly looking at me.

"Yes," she whispered, clearly humiliated to be caught in the act again.

"Do you want my cock back in your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes," my beautiful daughter admitted.

"Stand up," he ordered.

She obeyed.

"Turn around and look at your father," he demanded.

She did.

"Tell him what you want," Malcolm demanded, as he bent her over and put his hands on her hips.

"Please don't make me do this," Carol begged, still not making eye contact with me.

"Tell him," he demanded, slapping her ass.

"I want you to fuck me," Carol admitted.

"You want to get fucked by big black dick while your dad watches?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered, as he slid his cock in her.

"Yes, what?" Malcolm asked.

"Yes, I want you to fuck my white cunt while my dad and my cock sucking boyfriend watches," she said, so out of character... another insatiable slut for black cock... like me... like James... like my wife if given a chance.

"Malcolm," I finally said, trying to remain strong, "Please stop."

"Why, do you want to take my cock instead?" he questioned. "It's kind of sticky with your daughter's cunt juice. But you are willing to do it, aren't you."

"Malcolm, please," I pleaded, as Carol looked at me with a look of sudden understanding on her face.

"Begging," he chuckled, "that is so like you, cocksucker. Now, get over here."

"I can't," I began.

"Now, cocksucker, or the whole world knows tomorrow that you love nigger cock," he said.

"Please," I pleaded, desperate for this to end.

"Don't make me repeat myself," he warned, as if he was a parent scolding a child.

Defeated, I walked to him. It was now me avoiding eye contact.

Malcolm said, "You see, Carol, your daddy loves sucking black cock and taking it in the ass, just like your boyfriend, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered, as I reached him.

"Knees," he ordered.

I obeyed, my face burning with shame.

"Just sit there until I am ready for your mouth, cocksucker," he demanded.
And I did.

I watched, undeniably turned on, even as I was equally humiliated and furious, while he fucked my daughter right in front of me.

After about ten minutes of Carol moaning and talking dirty, Malcolm calling her names, he pulled out, turned to me and shoved his dick in my mouth.

"Watch how to really suck cock, Carol. Your father is a master at dick smoking," Malcolm said, as I tasted my daughter's pussy on his dick.

Carol turned to watch as I reluctantly obeyed, my natural persona to obey and suck overriding common sense or humility.

"Oh my God," Carol gasped, before adding, "this is so hot."

Malcolm asked, "Do you like watching your father suck dick?"

"Yes," Carol admitted, her voice sounding like she was stunned by what she was witnessing.

"Yes, what?" he asked.

"I love watching my dad suck on your big black cock," Carol said, clearly turned on.

I bobbed hungrily as Malcolm asked Carol, "So your mother wants my cock?"

"I think so," Carol replied, "she asked about you again this morning."

"What do you think, cocksucker? Do you think your wife wants my cock?" he asked, as he pulled out and stroked his cock.

"Yes," I admitted, knowing she did.

"And you'll let me fuck her, won't you?" he questioned.

"Yes," I whispered, shame coursing through me.

"Beg for my cum, cocksucker," he ordered.

Carol added, "Yes, Daddy, beg to get your face coated with his cum, just like James does."

Humiliation compounded humiliation, as I begged, "Oh please, Master, shoot your load all over your cocksucker's face while his daughter watches."

"Open wide, cocksucker," Carol ordered, shocking me, sounding so much like her mother.

I obeyed her order, as I opened my mouth wide and seconds later felt the first rope go directly in my mouth.

"Take it all, cocksucker," Carol demanded, clearly enjoying seeing me humiliated.

The next shot hit me in the forehead and hair, before the third hit me in-between the eyes. Without being told, I took his cock back in my mouth... oddly wanting to impress my suddenly dominant daughter.

"Shoot, I'm going to be late," Carol said, a minute later.

"You may go, slut," Malcolm ordered.

Carol kissed Malcolm as I sucked his cock, before saying, as she leaned down and kissed my cheek, "Bye Daddy."

"Bye, honey," I replied, as Malcolm pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"Let's go, James," Carol ordered, as Malcolm shoved his cock back in my mouth.

"Yes, Mistress," James said, as I felt the parallel lives James and I were living.

Once they were gone, Malcolm said, as he pulled out again, "You know I plan to fuck your wife next."

"I do," I said.

"And you want me to, don't you?"

"Kind of," I answered, both turned on by it and knowing my wife would love it and yet knowing the consequences could be disastrous.

"It's really a yes or no question," he said, as he put his dick away.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Good," he said, before adding, "do you want to watch the first time I take her?"

"Yes," I admitted, my hard cock flinching in my pants.

"I'm going to show up after school today," he said. "Carol has some school shit she has to do. So I'm going over at four to apologize for yesterday, and then give her the best present ever when I ask for forgiveness."

"Okay," I said, curious how he planned to seduce her. Equally as curious if she would give in as easily as I did and our daughter did... my prediction was yes.

"Now get out of here," he said, "I need to get to class too."

I left with a major erection and a mixture of anxiety and excitement... a dangerous mix of emotions.

...

It was impossible to work knowing that Malcolm was planning to try and fuck my wife.

It was impossible to work thinking about how excited I was at the possibility of that happening.

I also was stressed about my daughter knowing about me now. What was she going to do with this information?

I drove home directly at four and saw Malcolm's car parked in the front. I drove past it and he wasn't in it. That meant he must already be inside.

My cock flinched.

My head spun with exciting possibilities and dire consequences.

This was it!

Either the end of our marriage... or yet another first that would spice up our relationship.

The odds were 50-50 in theory.

Although, in truth, I was oddly confident that the odds were higher in my favour. Her obsession with big cock, her slip of the tongue as I fucked her last night, the conversation I eavesdropped on last night, the fact that conversation made her horny enough to come on my face, and Carol's revelation that she had asked about Malcolm again this morning all implied she may indeed submit.

Add to that the fact that deep down she was a submissive (until I became a bigger submissive), and that Malcolm's cock is irresistible and I was pretty confident I was going to walk in on my wife with black cock in one of her holes.

I parked, walked to the back of the house and quietly, as if I was a teenager sneaking in late and not wanting to wake my parents, entered. I tiptoed in and heard voices in the living room. I stopped within ear shot, but not in actual visual view and listened.

To my surprise, Malcolm had not yet converted Marcia to his harem.

That said, the conversation was going that way.

The first words I heard were from Marcia, "You can't be serious?"

"Doesn't it explain everything?" Malcolm asked in his usual confident demeanour.

"I suppose," Marcia said.

"Seriously," Malcolm continued, "Your husband is a cocksucker and a faggot."

"Please don't talk about him like that," Marcia protested.

"It's the truth. On Friday he sucked my cock while you were upstairs and even went upstairs to get lube while you were there," Malcolm revealed.

"Oh my God!" Marcia gasped.

"He said those words when I reamed his asshole," Malcolm quipped.

"That explains the lube on the outside of the bottle," Marcia said.

"And your daughter tells me you are curious about my cock," Malcolm said.

"She didn't!" Marcia questioned.

"Oh yeah," Malcolm said, all suave, "she is pretty confident you want some dark chocolate."

"Put that away," Marcia protested.

"Are you sure?" Malcolm asked, "This is a one-time offer. I have a lot of hot white MILF's, a few faggots and lots of high school and college girls who will eagerly drop to their knees and beg to suck this big black dick."

"I-I-I can't," Marcia stammered. I could tell her resistance was already fragile.

"Your husband already has done it," Malcolm pointed out, "so it isn't cheating any more than he has. Actually it's less, since he did it first and he did it as a faggot."

"Still," Marcia said, clearly wavering and using all her will power to resist the temptation that was in front of her, likely fully erect.

"Plus, he wants me to fuck you," Malcolm said.

"I don't believe that," Marcia said.

"The first time I fucked his ass, I taped the encounter, here is an audio piece that I think you will enjoy."

'Oh fuck!' I thought to myself. What did I say?

Malcolm's voice was clear:

"I can't wait to fuck your wife,"

So was mine, although I sounded like a wimp:

"Me too."

I waited to hear a response from Marcia. One of shock or anger. Yet, she didn't say a word.

"Knees, Mrs. Benson," Malcolm ordered.

Still no words.

Was she obeying?

Not seeing was driving me nuts.

"Now, my white wife slut," he ordered, his tone shifting to firm as he called her a name for the first time. "This dick is either going in you or I'll give your husband a call and offer it to him."

This could be the deal breaker. Sure, she loved being called a slut and other names in the bedroom by me in the heat of passion, but not by any other person.

Yet, still no words.

I had to see. I got on my knees and crawled around so I could watch whatever was about to transpire.

Before I could see anything, I heard Malcolm say, "Good girl. Now crawl to me."

I peeked around the corner just in time to see my wife crawling to Malcolm, his big juicy cock pointing directly at her.

Marcia reached him and he asked, "Do you want to suck my cock?"

I didn't hear her say anything.

"Louder, slut," Malcolm demanded, in a smug tone of 'I just added another'.

"Yes," she said, barely loud enough for me to hear. Her tone implied hunger and humiliation and guilt.

"How badly?" he asked, as he moved his cock on her lips. I could only see from behind, but assumed he was tapping her lips with his cock or tracing her lips with the thick mushroom top.

"Please," my wife moaned, "shove that big black cock in my mouth."

"You sure?" Malcolm asked, always playing head games. "Once this dick slides in your mouth, you're my white slut."

"Yes, please," Marcia responded without hesitation, sounding sweet and eager, yet clearly wanting it and also wanting to be treated like a complete slut.

"As you wish," he said, obviously sliding his cock in my wife's mouth.

Not surprisingly, I had mixed feelings. A small part of me was hoping she loved me so much she couldn't cheat... even though I obviously had. Yet, a bigger part of me was excited at the reality she wasn't able to resist either.

Plus, Malcolm could give her the one thing I never really could... a 10 inch fucking.

For a couple of minutes the only sound was slobbering sounds as my wife took Malcolm's cock a lot easier than I had.

Oddly, I felt a sense of jealousy. I wanted that cock in my mouth.

Malcolm ordered, "Show me those huge melons, my slut."

"O-o-okay," she stammered, as she unbuttoned her blouse.

"I've wanted to see those fat tits since the first time I met you, slut," Malcolm continued, before asking, "does faggot ever fuck those beautiful jugs?"

"Yes," she answered, as she tossed her blouse aside.

"But he is so small, I'll bet that little prick of his gets lost in these jugs," he said, seeming to enjoy reminding her of how small I was.

"Yes it does, but he loves my tits," she answered, as she unclasped her bra and discarded it.

"That won't happen with my cock. Stand up and let me play with those titties," he ordered.

Marcia stood up and allowed her tits to be mauled by an eighteen year old... which was hot... the black and white contrast.

"So fucking big," he said, clearly enjoying my wife's tits.

"I couldn't agree more," my wife moaned, as she reached down and stroked his cock... clearly now all in.

"Fuck my dick with those white flap jacks," he ordered, after a couple of minutes of sucking on my wife's tits.

"Yes, sir," Marcia moaned, as she had throughout the tit attention.

I watched her bend forward, squeeze her tits together and awkwardly tit fuck his cock.

"Oh yes, I think you will be a great little white cum deposit for me," Malcolm groaned, as he looked over and stared at me. He smiled and winked.

Marcia moaned, "Oh yes, are you going to come on my tits?"

'Come on her tits?' I thought. Where the hell did that come from? I had always wanted to do that, but never had the nerve to ask... even though face many times. She had never asked me that question and I had fucked her tits hundreds of times

"Oh I plan to come on your tits, face and in all three of your fuck holes," he continued, never stopping looking at me.

"Oh God, I can't imagine this in my ass," Marcia purred, playfully... which I knew meant she would bend over and take it in the ass without any hesitation.

"Bend over the couch, slut," he demanded.

"Yes, sir," Marcia replied, quickly standing up and obeying.

I quickly hid in case she looked my way.

"Fuck, you have a nice wide ass for pounding," Malcolm commented, before adding, "Shit, you are like a white Beyoncé."

"It was made for fucking," Marcia replied, clearly willing to try and take his ten inch pipe up her poop chute.

"So you ready to get fucked by a real cock?" Malcolm asked, his ass now staring at me as I peeked around the corner again.

"God, yes," Marcia moaned.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"Please fuck me with that big dick," Marcie pleaded.

"No, say it. Tell me how much more you want my cock than your husband's," he ordered.

I thought maybe my wife would avoid ridiculing my size, but I was wrong. She threw me right under the bus instantly, her hunger for big cock overriding marital loyalty, as she said, "Oh yes, I've been dying for a real big dick forever. So much that I made my tiny dicked husband wear a bigger black strap-on dildo to attempt to satisfy my hunger for real cooooooock."

It was obvious that Malcolm had slid his cock in one of her holes.

"Holy fuck," Marcia screamed, "so fucking big."

"You like it?" Malcolm asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"Oh my God, I think I just died and went to sexual heaven," Marcia moaned loudly, the words ludicrous and yet obviously how she felt.

Malcolm laughed as he fucked her. I assumed it was her pussy, there would have been a scream of pain if it was her ass... no way her ass was prepared for such size.

Marcia babbled, as she came twice, "Oh fuck, I've never felt so good," "You make me feel like a woman," "I didn't know sex could feel so good," and "You're so much bigger than my husband."

Malcolm finally announced, surprising me, "I'm going to cum in your white cunt, slut."

"Yes, fill my cunt with your sweet cum," my wife responded, which shocked the shit out of me. She wasn't fixed, I was.

Was she really willing to risk getting pregnant? The answer was rhetorical as it was obviously yes based on her last response.

"Maybe you can carry my black baby," he grunted, as he deposited his cum inside her.

"Oh yes, fill my cunt with your cum, oh yes," Marcia continued, not reacting at all to the harsh reality of possible life-long consequences.

"You want my baby juice?" Malcolm asked, even as he spewed it in her.

"Oh yes, fill me with your baby juice," she eagerly agreed.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, as Marcia must have been doing the pussy tightening thing she does to milk every last drop of cum.

"I want it all, sir," Marcia moaned.

Finally done, Malcolm ordered, "Clean me up with that mouth."

Marcia quickly turned around, I quickly hid again, as she assumedly took his cock in her mouth.

Deciding I should get out of there now, I quietly exited, my head spinning with so many conflicting thoughts:

-She finally got what she desired and craved.

-She did it... she cheated on me.

-She allowed him to cum in her cunt.

-I had willingly allowed my wife to suck and fuck another man.

I drove away and wasn't even five minutes away, when Malcolm texted:

Did you enjoy the show?

I answered honestly:

Sadly, yes.

He texted back:

She is one horny slut.

I didn't respond back as I drove to my final call, already forty-five minutes late.

I did my last call and drove home wondering if my wife was going to tell me. How was she going to react? How was my daughter going to treat me after what she witnessed this afternoon? I had sucked her pussy juice off a teenager's cock in front of her. It would be hard to look her in the eye.

All these questions had my stomach turning.

I pulled into the driveway and received a text:

I'm looking forward to your wife's ass. We had quite a discussion after you left.

That only added to my curiosity... my trepidation... my anxiety... and damn it, one hard cock.

I texted back:

What did you talk about?

He texted back:

Ask her.

I sighed, hoping for more.

I went inside and Marcia was cooking dinner. She greeted me, like she always did, "Hi, honey. How was your day?"

"Oh, it was a bit crazy," I said, recalling what was indeed a crazy day.

"Oh, how so?" Marcia asked.

"Just go, go, go," I answered, not sure if she knew I had witnessed her sexual submission.

I was about to ask more, when Carol walked in.

"Dinners almost ready," Marcia called out.

"What's for dinner?" Carol asked, entering the kitchen.

"Sausage," Marcia answered, which seemed dripping with irony considering what I knew she had just snacked on.

"I love sausage," Carol said, again her simple words somehow meaning so much more.

Deciding to play along, I concurred, "Me too."

"Well, we are all sausage connoisseurs," Marcia joked.

"Do I have time to shower?" Carol asked.

"About fifteen minutes," Marcia said.

"Great," Carol nodded and headed out.

I said, "I'm going to shower too."

"Sounds good," Marcia nodded.

Supper was normal, with nothing out of the ordinary and while Marcia chatted with her mother on Skype, I decided to go and talk to Carol.

I knocked on her door. "It's Dad."

"Come in," she called out.

"Hey," I said, nervous and still not sure what I was going to say even though I had played this conversation in my head in the shower and during dinner.

"Hey," she said back, not giving me any opening.

"So, about today," I began.

"That was crazy," she said.

"Crazy is one way to put it," I joked.

"Dad, it's okay," she said.

"No, Carol, it's not," I said. "I may be the reason Malcolm went after you."

"Then thank you," Carol smiled, "it has been life-altering."

"I'm serious," I said, having had the revelation while in the shower that it was likely my fault that both the women in my life had submitted to Malcolm because of my own weakness.

"Me too," she said. "It has changed, for the better, my relationship with James and let's be honest, Malcolm's dick is amazing."

I sighed.

"Dad, can I be honest with you?" she asked.

"Yes," I nodded, worried what she was going to say.

"James is submissive and loves being my plaything," she said, "Just like you are with Mom."

"You know about that?" I asked.

"Our walls are thin," she smiled, "and Mom is loud."

"It's my job to protect you," I said, still feeling guilty.

"Dad, I'm eighteen. I'm an adult," she said. "And the past few days have opened my eyes to who I am, both a submissive and a dominant."

"You do sound like your mother," I said.

"Well, we do have the same personality," she smiled.

"So you're okay with what you know?" I asked.

"Dad, I think it's hot," she said. "Watching you suck cock was fucking sexy as hell."

"Those are words I never thought my daughter would say to me," I laughed softly, another surreal conversation.

"Did I taste good?" she asked.

"Pardon?" I asked.

"You sucked my pussy juice of his cock," she pointed out.

"I plead the fifth," I said, not sure what else to say.

"Either way it turned me on," she shrugged.

"Good to know that watching your dad suck cock turns you on," I said, shaking my head.

"Watching you get fucked would be even hotter," she bluntly said. "I love how James squeals like a bitch when I pound his ass."

"Oh my God!" I said, putting my hands to my ears.

"Just saying," she shrugged, "It's quite a thrill and role play reversal to be the one giving instead of receiving."

"That I understand," I nodded, instantly loving becoming the receiver instead of the giver both with Malcolm and Marcia.

"Well, I need to get ready," she said, "James is taking me out for a movie."

"Your relationship must be very confusing," I said.

"It's a little Jekyll and Hyde," she nodded.

"Well, have fun," I said.

"Oh, I will," she smiled, implying she had a devious plan planned for tonight.

That night, to my surprise, Marcia didn't initiate sex at all, nor did she tell me about her afternoon rendezvous with Malcolm. Actually, she seemed distant. I had a hunch she was trying to come to grips with her decision, just like I had.
...

The next day, I kept expecting a text... but none came. I couldn't believe how much I craved cock. I wasn't worried about my wife... I just wanted cock.

I got home late from a call that took forever and was surprised to see that Marcia was not making dinner.

My daughter was in the living room watching television.

"Where is Mom?" I asked.

"In her room," she answered.

"Okay," I nodded and headed upstairs, confused that dinner wasn't made yet.

I was also surprised when the door was closed... but the surprise didn't last long.

I could hear the sounds of sex.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

As expected, Malcolm was fucking my wife... on my bed. Worse yet, she was wearing her wedding dress, which impressively still fit.

"Close the door, cocksucker," Malcolm ordered.

I obeyed.

"Hi, honey," Marcia greeted as if she wasn't on all fours, getting pounded from behind.

"Hi," I replied, unsure what else to say.

"Get over here, cocksucker," Malcolm demanded.

I obeyed, walking to my bed as he continued fucking her.

"How was your day?" Marcia asked, even as she moaned.

"Long," I answered.

"So is Malcolm's fucking dick," Marcia said, as Malcolm gave a hard thrust.

"I know," I nodded, as I watched his black cock pump in and out of her pussy.

"Want to watch your husband suck black cock?" Malcolm asked.

"God, yes," she said.

Malcolm pulled out, stood up and ordered, "Knees, cocksucker."

I looked at Marcia, who rolled onto her side and ordered, "He said knees, cocksucker."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, dropping to my knees even as my cock flinched.

Malcolm slid his cock in my mouth and groaned, "Your husband is my cocksucker and has been since just after the football championship."

"I knew it," Marcia said looking at me, a look I couldn't remotely read. "I knew there had to be an explanation for the sudden change."

There was nothing to say as I had a mouthful of delicious chocolate cock in my mouth, mixed with pussy glaze.

"Oh yeah, and fuck he has become an eager cocksucker and bottom," Malcolm continued.

"In the bedroom with me too," Marcia said. "I guess I have you to thank for that."

"No problem," Malcolm laughed, "I'm happy I could help."

I sat on my knees sucking cock as my Master and my Mistress talked about me as if I wasn't there.

"And thanks for prepping his ass for me," Malcolm said.

"No problem," Marcia said, ironically saying the same thing. "It was my pleasure."

"I bet it was," Malcolm laughed.

"Did he scream?" She asked.

"Of course," Malcolm nodded. "Everyone does, even the experienced MILFs who desperately want it."

"I imagine they do," Marcia nodded, her tone suddenly dripping with sultry intent.

Malcolm replied, his tone dripping with suave confidence, "Oh trust me, they always do."

"So what can I do to thank you for turning my husband from a strong-willed dominant in the bedroom, to a cock sucking, ass taking, submissive?" Marcia asked.

"Well," Malcolm said, confident as always, "there is one more hole that you haven't willingly offered up."

"And what is that?" Marcia asked coyly.

"I want to bury my dick in that big white butt," Malcolm said.

Marcia turned around and asked, "This big white butt?"

"Indeed," Malcolm nodded, pulling out of my mouth.

"Do you want to watch me fuck your wife's ass, cocksucker?" Malcolm asked, looking down at me.

The answer should have been no.

The answer should have been defiant.

Yet, that ship had long ago sailed.

I answered, in a whisper, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Malcolm asked.

"Yes, Master," I corrected, still not looking at my wife.

"Yes, Master, what?" he asked, pushing me further.

"Yes, I want you to fuck my wife's ass and give her the fucking I'm not capable of doing," I admitted.

"Tell her, not me," Malcolm demanded.

I turned to my wife, whose ass was staring at me. She turned enough so I could see her from my submissive kneeing position as I said, "Marcia, I want to watch Master fuck your beautiful ass."

"You sure?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, "you deserve a cock that satisfies you in ways I never can."

Marcia, moved onto the floor, dropped to her knees right in front of me and said, as she stroked his cock, "But it's so much bigger than yours."

I winced at the insult, even as my dick flinched.

"I imagine he doesn't possibly come close to getting you off with that baby cock," Malcolm said.

"God, no," my wife scoffed, still looking directly at me as she spoke. "I've been faking it for years."

"I promise you will come again and again," Malcolm bluntly said.

My wife smiled, as she said, "Before this beautiful monster," still stroking his throbbing cock, "I hadn't come from a real cock since college."

"Then we got lots of catching up to do," Malcolm declared.

My wife ordered, "Suck his cock, cocksucker. Get it ready for my ass."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, utterly turned on.

I bobbed on it for a couple of minutes while Marcia talked dirty to me:

"You look so hot with a cock in your mouth, baby."

"I can't wait for when Malcolm and I spit-roast you like a little whore."

"Get it nice and wet for my shithole, cocksucker."

She then said, as she took the cock out of my mouth, "watch a real cocksucker," then she took his cock in her mouth.

I watched in voyeuristic awe and humiliation as my wife took his much bigger cock in her mouth. It was much more exotic when it was inches from my face and not from my hiding spot of yesterday.

I couldn't believe it.

Yet, of course, I could.

If I found his black cock hypnotic, why wouldn't my wife?

"Oh yes," Malcolm groaned, before looking down at me and asking, "How does your wife look with a mouthful of black dick?

"Beautiful," I answered, and it was. My wife looked so sexy and content with a big black cock between her lips.

He laughed, "I couldn't agree more."

My wife bobbed effortlessly, taking all ten inches in her mouth. I wondered how she didn't gag after all the years of sucking something only half the size.

"Such a natural," Malcolm groaned, before adding, "like husband, like wife."

Oddly, even though it was undeniably hot, I was slightly envious that Malcolm's delicious cock was in Marcia's mouth and not mine.

"Go ahead, cocksucker," Malcolm offered, reading my mind, "share my cock with your wife."

My wife offered me his cock and said, "Keep sucking, cocksucker. I gotta get the lube."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, as I took Malcolm's big dick back in my mouth.

"Good cocksucker," she purred, which somehow turned me on even more, as she stood up.

A minute later, Marcia was again on all fours, her wedding dress hiked up as she ordered, "Come and eat my asshole, Greg."

It sounded weird to hear my name used.

I allowed Malcolm's cock to slip out of my mouth, as I joined her on the bed and buried my face between her ass cheeks.

"Get your tongue inside my asshole," she demanded.

I tried the best I could, knowing I was trying to prepare her asshole for another man's dick.

"Now lube me up," she ordered, a moment later.

I lathered her asshole with lube and then did the same for Malcolm's cock.

"I want you to put my cock in her ass, cocksucker," Malcolm ordered, just one more moment of power and humiliation.

Yet, it turned me on. I was giving him my wife's ass... just as I had given him mine.

Once Malcolm was behind her, I took his cock and placed it at her puckered hole.

"Now push me in," he ordered.

"Yes, baby, give me that big black dick," she begged.

And I did.

"Oh fuck," Marcia moaned loud enough to alert Carol of the sodomy that was transpiring. ""It's like having a baseball bat shoved in my ass," Marcia declared, clearly overwhelmed by having a cock twice her husband's size inside her.

"Time to leave the minors and join the major leagues," Malcolm wittingly quipped.

"So fucking big," my wife repeated, I think in complete awe of just how much different it was to have a real cock going in her ass.

"You're going to take it all, my white slut," Malcolm said, as more of his dick disappeared between her ass cheeks.

"Yes, sir," she whimpered, "I'll take it all like a good white slut."

"Come watch, cocksucker, come watch your slut wife become my sex slave," Malcolm ordered.

I moved back so I could get an up close and personal view of my wife taking ten inches of cock in her ass.

"You really want your wife's ass to be torn apart by my dick?" Malcolm asked.

"Split her in two," I replied without hesitation, knowing that is what she would want.

"Oh yes," Marcia agreed, "gape my asshole. Holy fuck, you're so deep in me"

"Still got a couple more inches to go," Malcolm declared, before thrusting forward.

"Mother fucker," she screamed, I imagine a mixture of intense pleasure and intense pain.

"I guess I am," Malcolm laughed.

"You're a dirty mother ass fucker," Marcia said, before adding, "now pound the shit out of me."

"How apropos," he laughed, as he began pumping her ass.

I couldn't believe how easily she took it all, making me suddenly contemplate if I really was the first to fuck her ass.

"Oh yes, sir, show my husband how a real man fucks his woman," she demanded.

"Oh, he is watching," Malcolm quipped. "I'm not sure he has even blinked."

After a couple of minutes of rough ass fucking, she ordered, "Shove your dick in cocksucker's mouth, sir."

"You really are one nasty slut," Malcolm laughed, as he pulled out and shoved his dick in my mouth.

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't disgusting and I didn't taste a bit of shit... yet it was equally stimulating, as I appeared to get off more and more the more humiliatingly I was treated.

"Yes, clean his cock, cocksucker," Marcia demanded. "You really are just a cocksucker aren't you?"

As Malcolm pulled out so I could answer, I replied, so drawn into the desire to please and humiliate myself, "Well, I'm also a willing bottom, cum hungry slut and pussy pleasing wimp."

"And now a cuckold," she added, before begging, "Sir, please plug my ass some more."

"Of course," he nodded, as he slid his cock easily back in her ass.

She then asked me, "When you first sucked my dildo you were fantasizing sucking Malcolm's beautiful black cock?"

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded.

"And your submission to me and eating your cum was all part of your submission fantasy to Malcolm?" She continued, as she began bouncing back on Malcolm's cock.

"Yes, Mistress," I admitted, before adding, wanting to clarify the truth, "but once you began taking control I was completely at your whim. It was no longer about Malcolm, but rather about you."

"So I helped make your relationship stronger," Malcolm quipped.

"You definitely changed the dynamics," I replied, still worried what would happen once this evening was done.

Marcia agreed, "Yes, sir, you have forever made our sex life better."

Hearing those words sent a rush of relief. She wasn't angry. She wasn't going to kick me out on the street once this was done. She was going to have her cake and eat it too.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," he said.

"I hope so," Marcia moaned.

"Going as you imagined?" Malcolm asked.

"I couldn't ever have fathomed this," I admitted.

"Yet, your loving this, aren't you?" He asked.

"Frustratingly, yes," I admitted, as I watched my bride, in her wedding dress and white thigh highs, ride his cock with reckless abandon.

"It's who you are, Greg," he said philosophically. "First you were a cocksucker, then a bottom. It's only a natural progression to become a cuckold."

I was pondering his words, when my wife ordered, "Crawl underneath me and eat my cunt."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed.

It was awkward, but soon I was in position, my cock, still constricted in my pants, now directly under my wife.

I craned my neck up to lick as I felt her hand go to my cock.

"Is your tiny dick hard? I can't really tell." The words hurt, even though they were true.

"Yes," I moaned, as she rubbed my dick through my pants. In seconds, I felt my balls boil and I shot my load in my pants.

"He fucking came in his pants," Marcia declared in surprise.

"Fucking pathetic," Malcolm laughed.

I kept licking, embarrassed I came so quickly.

Marcia's moans increased and she ordered, "Keep licking, slut."

I did and soon was rewarded with a flood of pussy juice as she screamed, "Yes, I'm coming."

"Only sluts come from getting ass fucked," Malcolm quipped.

"I guess I'm a slut then," she replied, as she collapsed forward. "Your white cum slut."

"Which is good," he said, as he flipped her on her back, on top of me, her ass now on my face, as he plunged his dick in her cunt.

"Oh fuck yes, sir, fill my cunt with cum," Marcia moaned loudly, as she bucked her ass up to meet his forward thrusts, as she literally bounced off my head.

This may have been the ultimate humiliation... although it was tough to choose any one moment as the most humiliating as I replayed the past two weeks in my head.

"You want my baby juice, slut?" Malcolm asked.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marcia screamed, "Explode your baby juice deep in my ovulating hot box."

My eyes went wide at that revelation just as Malcolm grunted, "Here it comes, my white baby carrier."

"Yes, fill me with your cum," Marcia screamed, as he ass rested on my head as she allowed her fertile unprotected womb to take yet another load inside her.

I lay there helpless as my Master shot his load in my Mistress.

Malcolm finally pulled out, rolled my wife off of me and shoved his cock back in my mouth. It was awkward, but I just lay there and swirled my tongue around his mushroom top.

"Good cocksucker," he groaned.

After a moment, he pulled out and said, "Well, that was fun."

"That was amazing," my still breathless wife said.

I was speechless.

After a couple of minutes of recovery, Malcolm asked, "Should we fuck our faggot?"

Marcia smiled, looked at me, "Does my little princess want to get spit-roasted?"

The answer was unequivocally yes. I answered, ready to obey any order by either of them, "I'm just a slut for my Master and Mistress."

"Good answer," Marcia responded, as she went and grabbed her strap-on. "Get naked, tiny."

I obeyed, my cock flinching from the shot at my size again.

"Keep me hard, cocksucker," Malcolm ordered.

I got on my knees and took his python back in my mouth.

A minute later, I felt Marcia get back on the bed, and felt lube on my ass.

"Ready, cocksucker?" Marcia asked.

"Just fuck his ass," Malcolm ordered, "his mouth is already preoccupied."

"I suppose it is," Marcia laughed, as her cock slid inside my wanton asshole.

I moaned, allowing Malcolm's cock to slip out of my mouth, "Oh God," as her cock filled me.

"Keep sucking, cocksucker," Marcia ordered. "You obviously wanted me to see you be a cocksucker for big black dick."

I didn't answer with words, but I obeyed, again taking Malcolm's cock in my mouth.

My wife demanded, her dick now buried in my ass, "Did you want me to see you with a mouthful of black dick?"

I admitted, "Yes, Mistress, I wanted you to know I was a cocksucker."

After a couple of minutes of sucking Malcolm, while getting fucked by Marcia, Malcolm said, "It's time to really spit-roast your husband."

"As you wish, sir," my wife agreed. Seeing and hearing her as both a Mistress and a submissive was entirely sexy.

Malcolm pulled out and ordered, "Turn around, cocksucker."

I obeyed.

"Get back to cock sucking," Marcia ordered, as she slid her dick in my mouth. A cock that had just been in my ass.

Malcolm put his hands on my hips and slammed his cock in me.

"Holy fuck," I screamed, announcing to my daughter downstairs that I was now being sodomized.

"Take it all, slut," Marcia ordered, as she also shoved the entire dildo in my mouth.

And this began my taking cocks in both ends as I bounced back on Malcolm's huge cock and then forward onto the dildo... like a submissive rocking horse.

Once I got into a rhythm it felt so fucking good.

And it felt so fucking natural.

My tiny dick was completely erect and dying to burst.

Malcolm's ordered, "Don't you dare come, bottom boy. Slaves only get to come once their master and mistress have been completely satisfied, is that clear?"

"Okay," I moaned, disappointed by his words and wondering if my first orgasm was allowed... which I realized was a silly thing to think.

"He is your Master," Marcia scolded, "Address him as such."

Malcolm clarified, "I'm both of your Masters. Is that clear, slut?"

"Of course, sir," Marcia apologized, before adding, "If my husband is your two hole cum bucket, I'm your three hole cum bucket."

"Good correction," Malcolm approved, as he continued fucking my ass.

For a few minutes I took it from both ends, the pleasure the most intense I had ever experienced.

"Come bitch," Marcia suddenly demanded.

"Fuuuuuck," I bellowed, as Malcolm somehow repositioned himself and his dick somehow went even deeper in me.

"Come now, my fucking cock sucking ass slut," Marcia ordered, calling me names. "You pathetic, tiny dicked, cuck."

I went to touch my cock.

"Don't touch your tiny dick," Malcolm ordered. "I want to see just how big a cock slut you are. Can you come without having your baby dick touched?"

"Come, cocksucker," Marcia demanded again, "let that little dick erupt."

"More," I moaned, the demeaning words turning me on.

"You like the name calling?" my wife asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, my balls boiling and ready to erupt.

"You like our Master fucking your little man cunt," she asked, "my little cum slut?"

"Oh God," I whimpered, feeling like I was about to erupt.

"Come now, you fucking cum slut," she demanded, "come my cross-dressing man cunt, fuck toy, bitch."

"Fuck," I grunted, as my cum rocketed out of me.

"Holy shit," Malcolm laughed, "biggest faggot ever."

My orgasm was intense as my cum shot everywhere as I kept rocking back and forth.

"Good girl," my wife purred, as she wiped the cum off her wedding dress that I had just sprayed.

"Thank you, Mistress," I moaned, never feeling better sexually then I did at that moment.

Malcolm laughed, "Easily the most submissive bottom I have ever seen."

"Thanks for turning him," Marcia said, as her hand went to the back of my head.

"No problem," he laughed, as he pulled out of me and said, "I got one more load for that womb of yours."

"Fill me up, sir," Marcia purred, as she pushed him on his back, straddled him and rode him.

I watched, exhausted, as my wife bounced on his ten inch cock. It took a few minutes, but Malcolm grunted, "Here's one more load for you."

"Yes," Marcia screamed as she seemed to come simultaneously with Malcolm. "So fucking good."

Once they were both done, Marcia rolled onto her back, snapped her fingers wordlessly and pointed to her leaking pussy.

I instantly crawled between her legs and buried my face in the mixture of cum and began lapping eagerly.

"Thank you, sir," Marcia weakly said.

"You're welcome, slut," he replied, as I retrieved his cum from her cunt.

I lapped for a while as Malcolm got off the bed and said, "I'll be here tomorrow morning to deposit a load."

"I'll be ready," Marcia said.

"And I'll meet you at lunch for another deposit," he added.

"Just name the place," Marcia agreed.

"And, I'll give you a nice appetizer before dinner as well," he continued.

"I love salty appies," Marcia quipped.

Malcolm left and Marcia quipped, "God, I can't believe you have been sucking cock behind my back."
"I'm sorry," I said, between licks.

"Oh, don't be sorry, cocksucker," she moaned, "it has opened a whole new world for us."

She grabbed my head and ground her cunt on my face until she came yet again.

Once done, she smiled, pulling me up to her, "That was fucking crazy."

"Lunatic crazy," I smiled.

She kissed me and said, so soft and tender, a crazy contrast from the past hour, "I love you, Greg."

"I love you, too, Marcia," I responded, loving hearing those words after all that had just transpired.

"Shit, I'm starving," she said, as she stood up.

"I've actually eaten quite a bit," I joked.

"And you will be eating more yet tonight," she smiled, "but first we should order some pizza."

"Maybe a sausage pizza," I joked.

"You really are an insatiable cocksucker," she said with a laugh.

"I also love fish," I quipped.

"That is on the menu later," she said. "Now go order some food. I need to shower."

"Okay," I nodded, before adding, "What about Carol?"

"Ask her if she wants pizza too," Marcia said.

"But she knew you were upstairs with Malcolm," I pointed out.

"I know. She wanted to join," Marcia said, before closing the door and turning the shower on.

THE END

Although planned as a trilogy, the story that won't end got more complex and hopefully more interesting. So, if you want to see Greg become a submissive to not only his wife, but his daughter... please leave comments below.


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