CUCKOLD'S HONEYMOON HUMILIATION
I had gotten a divorce from my first wife after nine years of marriage... We had drifted apart and one day I just came to the realization that I couldn't spend the rest of my life with her. Now don't get me wrong... Mary was a very nice, intelligent woman - just our personalities seemed less and less compatible as we both moved into our thirties. Sex with Mary was usually good - we'd share our fantasies during sex, which usually got us both pretty hot. My favourite fantasy, which I shared with her regularly, was to watch Mary being screwed by a black man ...or maybe two. Unfortunately, she would never indulge any of my fantasies...
The divorce was a bit messy... but are there ever any simple divorces? Mary was completely unreasonable - she decided that if I needed a divorce then she needed every penny of my money as well as the house, cars and our Cancun vacation timeshare. Faced with the prospect of being a penniless, homeless, and lonely 33- year-old I became desperate and decided I needed to do something drastic.
Using a mutual friend, I set her up one night... Mary and I had a bottle of wine with dinner and then started "discussing" the possibility of a divorce. Keeping Mary's glass filled I goaded her into a heated argument - she was so angry and upset that she just kept downing the glasses of wine almost as quick as I poured them. Just as I was opening our fourth bottle of wine Mary passed out. That's when I called Kenny to come over. I took pictures of them embracing and Kenny fondling her boobs... then we carried her into the bedroom, undressed her and took a couple of rolls of pictures of her with Kenny in bed being careful not to show that she was actually unconscious. When we were done, we put on her nightgown and let her sleep it off. In the morning I told her that she had gotten pretty drunk and just went to bed.
It was a couple of weeks latter that I sued for divorce ...we and our respective lawyers met at her lawyer's office. When she made her unreasonable demands, I asked her whether I had ever cheated on her... and she admitted that I hadn't been unfaithful but she still felt she was entitled to compensation for her years as a dutiful wife. I had planned the moment just right - I slid the large manila envelope containing the photos of her and Kenny across the table, "Well dear, I wish you had been as faithful as I've been."
Mary screamed and bitched that the photos had been faked, but there was no denying her pretty strawberry birthmark on her left ass cheek that was clearly visible in the photos. Mary's goose was totally cooked when I showed the lawyer a deposition by Kenny agreeing to testify about their affair in court if necessary. Her lawyer told her privately that she would be lucky to get anything from me so in the end it wasn't hard to get the lawyers to agree that a "no fault" uncontested divorce with a 50/50 property split was an equitable solution. Mary reluctantly accepted the outcome but swore she would get even and fries my ass some day ... but that's all ancient history.
In any case, we've been divorced two years - since then I found and fell in love with a lovely young girl, Karen. She's eight years younger than I am ...and, while I know it's hard to believe these days, she's still a virgin at 25. Her strict moral upbringing has kept her from indulging ...but none the less, it's even more amazing since she is a real beauty with a very sexy body and a lovely sweet but shy personality.
I'm about to put an end to her 25-year celibacy as we were just married and were on our way to our honeymoon retreat. A friend had told me about this great resort on the Massachusetts coast ... a fellow has several individual cottages on an isolated strip of beach. The owner even offered to pick us up at the airport so we didn't need to rent a car. We were looking forward to consummating our marriage and sharing a week of privacy ...not seeing anyone but each other.
You can imagine how anxious I was to get Karen into our marriage bed but the owner insisted on showing me every detail of the house including personally getting the fire started in the fireplace. Finally when I thought he was done, he said he had to check one more thing in the kitchen. Karen and I remained in the rustic living room watching the roaring fire, listening to the crackling of the logs. He emerged from the kitchen with three glasses filled with champagne and offered us a wedding toast which we quickly downed and then ushered him to the door.
As soon as he was gone Karen and I were locked in a long deep kiss as I tried to undo the back of her petite dress. As we continued to kiss, she started to go limp in my arms mumbling something about feeling strange. I figured she was just swooning from the fear and anticipation of finally loosing her virginity and releasing the sexual frustration that had tormented her since puberty some thirteen years earlier. Just as I laid her down on the sofa there was a loud knock at the door - that damned over friendly owner again no doubt to tell me some other minor irrelevant detail. As I opened the door, three large black men burst in followed by the owner and my ex-wife Mary. Before I knew what was happening, I had been tied to a large wooden chair by two of the blacks. While I was being tied up, the third had removed Karen's panties which were shoved in my mouth and tied in place as a gag.
Mary stood in front of me laughing, "We had always shared our fantasies... so I thought as a wedding present, I'd make some of yours come true with your lovely new bride ...kind of like you did with Kenny and I?! I see you've already met my boyfriend, John, who owns this place. Didn't you think it a bit strange that you got such a good deal on a secluded honeymoon getaway?" gloated Mary.
John had a video camera while Mary had a 35mm camera with a flash. They proceeded to record all the details as the black guys stripped and began fondling my semiconscious virgin bride stripping her down to only her garter belt and stockings. Mary was really enjoying this "turnabout" as she was taking the pictures. As she finished the roll of film, I hoped she would be satisfied and leave. Instead, she reloaded the camera and taunted me saying that they were just getting started.
I was forced to watch helplessly as the guys used their large black cocks as bats to whip Karen's face and tits. I hoped they would stop soon but that was not to be. After moistening her pussy with his tongue, one of the guys deflowered Karen's virgin pussy with his big black prick. After unloading deep inside her, the scene turned into an unrestrained gangbang. The three of them proceeded to violate and fill every one of the other orifices on her beautiful body. Karen seemed to be enjoying the black rape although it was clear that she was in a daze from the drugged drink. Several loads of black cum were pumped into her pussy as well as her tight ass. Their abuse of my bride ended with them cumming in her mouth and all over her beautifully firm young tits.
As a final act of humiliation, the three muscular blacks easily picked up Karen's petite, cum covered, limp body...one taking each leg while the third wrapped his arms around her torso. They carried her across the room and, holding her high with her legs spread, proceeded to rub her dripping pussy up and down my helplessly gagged face ...John had captured the whole thing on video while Mary had shot more than seven rolls of film during the rape.
Mary then went into the bedroom and emerged in a tight fitting revealing black vinyl outfit together with long black stiletto heeled boots. She turned back to me as she reloaded her camera, "With the drug we gave her, she won't remember anything tomorrow. It'll be up to you whether you tell her what happened... how you had your black friends arrange to fulfil some of your strongest fantasies. I'll be sure you get a copy of the video in case you want to show her... and I'll mail you a copy of the stills or you can pick them up from the Internet as I post them in one of the inter-racial newsgroups that appreciate these types of pictures." "Then again," continued Mary, "given her prim and proper upbringing, you may not want to tell her ...of course, if you find out in a few months that Karen's pregnant, you may have to tell her the truth before the birth of your black baby. With her religious convictions you'll never get her to agree to an abortion" chuckled Mary.
I tried to protest but it was impossible until Mary undid the gag. Before I could say anything, one of the black men pulled my head back and held my nose while Mary poured a drink into my mouth. As I was gagging on the liquid and was forced to swallow, Mary continued, "I have a few of my own fantasies that I wanted to fulfil too but they need your cooperation. In a few minutes, you'll be very cooperative... but you won't remember anything either - so I'll be sure you get your own copy of this video as well."
That was the last thing I remember. Karen and I woke up in bed the following day. I didn't remember what happened to me but my body ached all over. I knew I'd really have liked to leave that place right away... but we didn't have a car. Trying to make the best of things, I decided to make love to my beautiful wife for the first time... even if she was no longer a virgin. Karen complained that she felt so sore... and asked what had happened because she couldn't remember. I told her that we had both gotten drunk on the champagne and maybe I had been a little too rough with her last night. Karen replied with some apparent anger saying that she hoped I had enjoyed it because she wasn't going to have sex again for at least a couple of days... I was doomed to wait even longer before consummating our marriage.
Surprisingly, despite my fears, the rest of the week went without incident as we were left undisturbed until it was time to go. Karen was ready by the fourth day and after that we made love several times each day... with Karen expressing her joy that I had been the first and would be the only man who ever entered her body... if only she knew that I had been the fourth - every time she mentioned it, it was like someone was twisting a knife stuck in my gut.
At the end of the week John, the owner and my ex-wife's lover, arrived as scheduled and drove us to the airport. As he was loading our luggage, he discretely slipped me a small package wrapped in brown paper... I could tell from the shape that it was two videocassettes.
When we got home I kept the package hidden... Then, after Karen was asleep, I slipped out of bed and down to the living room to watch the video. I still hadn't remembered anything of what Mary might have done to me but I had a pretty good idea. Mary had always fantasized of me becoming bi and sucking off one big black cock while another reamed my ass. Her other recurring fantasy was to turn me into her pussy slave and take a lover, forcing me to watch and orally serve them both.
It was the latter fantasy that was played out on the video - I guess the black guys were too spent from raping my new bride. In any case, my video showed me being totally obedient to Mistress Mary as she had me lick her pussy and ream her ass with my tongue before making me suck John to get him hard and wet for her. They screwed while I waited in a kneeling position at the side of the bed. After John came inside her, Mary straddled my head and made me lick her clean. They both teased and abused my body using a variety of toys including clothespins and a large butt plug. The final scene of the video had Mary standing over me holding a leash connected to a thick collar around my neck when John returned with three champagne glasses and a small half bottle of champagne. John popped the cork and proceeded to fill the glasses ...two were completely filled but then there was only a small amount left for the third glass. "I'm afraid we don't have enough champagne for you slave", taunted John. "It's not a problem" chimed in Mary ... Mary took the partially filled glass from the tray, held it between her legs, and proceeded to fill it to the brim with her hot piss. Handing it to me, she and John raised their full glasses of champagne in a toast, "You may think you got rid of me with the divorce, but I will always own you as my slave!"... then they forced me to drink every drop of the liquid in my glass while they laughed at me. Then the video faded to black.
Honeymoon Wedding Gift - Chapter 2
It had been three weeks since our wedding and the unwanted "honeymoon wedding gift" from my ex-wife ...after enjoying the initial glow of being newly weds (and secretly enduring the knowledge of my wife's black rape), I was back at work and our lives were starting to settle into a regular pattern. It was about 10:00 in the morning when I received a desperate call from Karen... she explained, she had just finished breakfast when she got this strange feeling of nausea and weakness. I thought she might be having a bout of morning sickness - which would mean that she was pregnant... I told her to sit down and I'd come right home.
I rushed home as fast as I could... when I came through the front door I saw Karen lying on the sofa, dressed in her satin robe and the very short, very shear teddy she had slept in last night. Sitting smugly on the other side of the room was my ex-wife Mary and boyfriend John ... both with their cameras again. Before I could say anything, Mary informed me that she had slipped into the house after I left for work and drugged the orange juice, "It was simple.. you never drank orange juice and Karen had her OJ every morning during your honeymoon, darling." I was shocked and angry ...starting to scream at Mary when the doorbell rang. Mary ordered me to answer the door... which I did rather than risking some unpredictable response from my ex-wife. You can imagine my surprise when I saw it was Kenny - I asked him to come in to help me.
Once inside, I asked Mary what Kenny was doing here... Without hesitation, she responded, "I called him. He's here to screw your new bride".
"What?! ...and why would he do that?", I challenged.
"Because you're going to ask him... no you're going to BEG him to fuck Karen while you watch!" she said in a very mocking tone.
"And why the fuck would I do that?" I retorted.
"Because if you don't, we'll wait around until Karen gets her senses back and then we'll all watch her honeymoon video... don't you think she'd enjoy seeing her real deflowering ceremony!"
She had me... what could I do? I couldn't bear the thought of Karen seeing her virgin body being screwed by three black cocks. "OK - You've got me, you sick Bitch. ...so let's get this over with", I responded broken but still angry.
"That last remark is going to cost you later.... Now, once we start filming, I want you to ask Kenny to screw Karen - remind him it's just like you set him up to do me two years ago. Kenny - you refuse at first. Make him beg before you agree. Then... "
As John shot the video, Kenny and I played out the scene just as Mary had choreographed it including making me beg and then forcing me to agree to strip and sit naked in a chair watching as Kenny proceeded to fondle and then fuck my beautiful drugged wife. Unfortunately, Kenny is a pretty good stud and gave Karen a really good long screwing... despite her dazed state, you could tell Karen was thoroughly enjoying it. After what seemed like endless torment for me, Kenny finally came pumping his hot cum inside my wife's swollen pussy.
As Karen lay there with her legs splayed and cum beginning to ooze from her puffy red cunt lips, Mary got her revenge for me having called her a `sick Bitch'. With the cameras stopped for a moment she told me exactly what I had to do... As they again began filming, I had to crawl over to Karen, thank Kenny for filling my wife's love challis with his cream and then drink my `cup of poison' as I had to suck and lick Karen's sloppy pussy until it was thoroughly clean .... John ended the video with a close-up of her swollen but clean pussy and the glistening sheen on my face.
"I'll send you a copy," promised Mary as she and John walked out the door. Looking up at Kenny I said, "it was bad enough - you didn't have to enjoy it so much." Looking down at me and trying to hold back a sadistic chuckle, Kenny said, "well, I guess it took her a few years but she got her revenge. You know what they say my friend... `Turnabout is fair play'!" With that Kenny pulled on his pants and left me kneeling next to my naked wife. What could I do ...forced to watch my best friend fuck my wife and then have to clean up afterwards? I climbed up between her legs and proceeded to screw her... I guess for a humiliated cuckold, sloppy seconds are better than none at all.