Vander Mullen's Good Wife - Uncovering of Black Cock Sluts is Overdue

Vander Mullen's Good Wife - Uncovering of Black Cock Sluts is Overdue

Synopsis: One goodie girl wife's tardy self-discovery of her inner hyper Black Cock Slut. Coming out to her husband, and her journey of discovery and fulfillment as a she becomes a Black Only Sex Slave.

by Reginald

Story Codes: M/f M+/f exhibition interracial size spanking toys voyeurism Swallowing Tit Torture B/D S/M slavery bondage Rape real romantic consensual humiliation torture nc Forced Extreme Heavy Serious Hardcore Violent. Rated XXX.

Chapter 1 - The Reveal

Most couples, well most normal couples; most couples develop a private repertoire of erotic vocalizations, gestures and movements that are unique to them. They're secret coded messages that tell everything from that was good, I love this, I love you, more of that please, to take me to that head space like only you can do. Fiction or fact as they mature in their relationship they solidify their selections of favorite love vocalizations, melodies and verse of their opus but modify it less and less.

Therefore when a partner brings radical new verses and whole songs to their established erotic opus it generally has a significant message of real importance. My wife and I are no different and if you think you are different you are a deaf and blind fool, or a liar. We've been married fifteen years. Katharine was always romantic, erotic, daring even, and ever so pleasantly naughty in bed. However I wouldn't say until now that she's ever been hyper unconventional or hyper kinky.

But after a string of irreverent yet mesmerizing erotic vocalizations from her during our love making I had real questions about what she was telling me. The ideas were so ought of her character and comfort zone. What she was saying during sex is a collection of utterly wicked desires, and my wife was promoting her ideas in very seductive temptingly entreaties. The first time she displayed this side of her sexual personality we'd been making love, and were getting really into the hot and heavy part.

She was super wet inside and I was rock hard pounding in the way she loves. She was driving her pussy back into me really hard, when she started very, very sensuously cooing "this is so good I wish I had more men with big cocks to keep on fucking me this way". Then as our hot sex was peaking toward her orgasm she was blurting out really slutty desires which she continued all through her orgasm and she kept on going. She always really goes crazy for more, faster and harder fucking after her orgasm, and that is when she turned into 'hyper slutty whore' Katharine. She wanted three, then four, then five, then six and them more men to keep it going and she wanted extras to fondle her while she was getting fucked.

Later as we rested up in bed she teasingly apologized saying she didn't know what had possessed her to say nasty things like that, and say I was just in the moment" adding she really loves me and really only wants me. Her excuse is that it is probably just a phase she is going through. Well, she wasn't sorry and she didn't mean it really because the next night she would do it again. The only true thing Katharine said was that she hopes I don't get all upset about it.

It is soon clear to me this is some hum dingier of a phase if it is, and it is obvious saying these things, creating this intense dramatic nasty dialog really turns her on. Plus our sex is fantastic. So, I didn't know if I should just be thrilled to have my hot wife talking really dirty and slutty, or what. Don't get me wrong, her super slutty pleading and begging is very exciting and stimulating. I could just ignore it and enjoy it as terrific bedroom dirty talk forever. Still what she said was so far beyond any of her prior naughty talk, and way past any sexual boundaries I knew her to have.

I was confused. After all years ago just after we married I had playfully hinted of similar kinky stuff, and she got so mad it took me a week of flowers and candy to makeup with her. Now this same girl is pleading to me that she needs sex with strange men, begging me to arrange threesomes, moresomes, and gangbangs for her! Where has this super sexy hot side of my wife been hiding? During sex she is promising me all sorts of favors and even hotter sex if I will do it. Who is this woman?

So you can see why I began probing discussions outside the bedroom. The conversations did not deter her in the least, in fact what ever I said must have reassured her. Following our conversation she didn't stop at level one in her new line of fantasies either. As soon as she thought I was comfortable with one level of current pretend dialog, her fantasy recitation ratcheted up another notch. She was more lurid and added more extreme ideas to her fantasy.

Pretty soon she didn't just want group sex and gangbangs now. Oh no, she wanted me to pretend I was going to have her kidnapped and gangraped. Now she wants rough sex. Her fantasy includes her slapped around and gang-raped. She is so obsessed with her new carnal desire what ever it is, that at any one time she wants me to promise her over and over I will make it happen, while I'm fucking her. Oh! And she also stopped apologizing for what she is saying, and she is no longer saying it's a phase. She made me very horny and rock hard feeling her energy and passion, her extra sultry kisses and pleading bedroom eyes when she is talked this way. I started really getting into as well.

Our sex just got better and better and hotter and hotter. Katharine got more uninhibited if that was possible. Her fantasies evolved too. She began to want different ethnic men as characters with more prominence in her fantasies It clearly made her even hornier if the fantasy love sex partners were ethnic Chinese and or Arabs and or Hindu Indians or Blacks, Native Americans, and or Hispanics.

So I would tell her this or that group of men that was going to rape / have sex with her. For example: a Chinese tycoon, Arab thugs, Indian Monks, a team of Black athletes, tribe of Native Americans, or gang of Hispanics. You get the idea. She was fucking with more energy and having stronger and more intense orgasms. As her fantasy bedroom talk evolved, the more she would say "Yes, Oh God yes" things, and fuck crazy when I we were pretending fantasy men were Blacks. I noticed she was less energetic when I would identify the fantasy men as white or some other ethnicity.

It didn't take me long to figure out I got the best sex if I we pretended all the male roles in my wife's sex narrative were Black. When we have sex and we are playing fantasy roles, I only tell her she is going to be fucked or raped by a Blacks. Black gangs, boys, teams, men, whatever, and she coos and whimpers her way to an exploding orgasms.

After a month of this Black only fantasy play thing; she tells me out of the blue what I already knew. We were having dinner and she looked up from her plate and tells me she decided that she gets the most turned on thinking about sex with Black Men. Then she makes me promise that when we play sex fantasy she would like it if we make all the fantasy men in our repertoire exclusively Black. Not exactly a surprise to me. I told her I already knew that, and I was cool with that. Now that I agreed, she can't wait to have sex every night and she wants to play fantasy sex almost all the time.

My wife has turned in to a Nympho who rips my clothes off and pushes me into bed every chance she gets. There is no way to describe her unbelievable orgasms now either. She was blowing my mind. I had to find out this went beyond bedroom fantasy. Was she finally ready to do a little swinging? Mind you, finding this out is a delicate process you don't want to blow.

So I found comfortable moments and subtle ways to probe her about swinging and assuring her I really liked the new her, and her new fantasies. I avoided saying her dirty talk made me horny. When she asked if her dirty talk made me horny I answered " I wasn't thinking of it as entertainment Dear. Actually I'm grateful to you trust me to express these things. What gets me horny is you getting horny".

I think I held my breath that whole day. When the hyper sex continued, I knew I hadn't blown it. In the next conversation I admitted I curious about her and the Black man thing, which prompted her to ask if I was upset. I assured her I wasn't upset, and that she had caused me to rather enjoy imagining her with groups of Black men. I also admitted I imagine the interracial sex thing too. Also adding that I was sure lots of people thought about the same things.

Now I reminded her that I had suggested swinging with a Black couple across the hall in our first apartment, when she had got so mad. She apologized for that and that night what Katharine murmured during sex made it crystal clear that she was pleasing herself, not pleasing me.

The interracial Black element was an absolute got to have thing for her. Freudian slip or not I was convinced she wanted it to be more than just bedroom talk. So, a couple of days later, we were having diner and as if I had been really thinking about it in a serious intellectual way, I say I think I should really find some Black men to have sex with her because I thought about it and I want to do it. She did not flinch or recoil in the least. All she said was "Really! You really think so?" and took a bite of dinner as she stared at me.

I said "Yes, really." And she said, "Black Men?" To which I said "Yes. It's hot."

She fell silent as if in shock for the rest of dinner. When I looked up , she was staring at me. After dinner she asked me again if I was serious, and I said "Yes, I'm serious" again.

Then of course she began asking the girl security questions. The feminine questions. "What would you think of me? Would you still love me? Why would you let me do that? How could you let me do that? Don't I just want her for myself? The never ending girl questions. I answered them all until it wasn't a question in her mind. However it was a good two hours of her girl questions.

The good thing was that by carefully listening to her exact words, body language and the emphasis she placed on certain verbalizations; I concluded she was saying Yes. I want you to do it. I want you to take the initiative and arrange it. The question now became exactly how she wanted it.

So I said " I am going to arrange a real Black fantasy for you." I paused. "But, if I arrange it for you, you have to do it, OK?"

She looked at me funny. "Well, you'll never do it, but.." she paused and then promised, "I don't really believe you will, but, If you really do that, I won't get mad or anything like that. And I'll do it."

I congratulated myself and then she made her dismissive challenge.

"I'm not worried, you're all talk, I know you. I love you to death though."

What she knows is that if I say I will do something, I do it. So I conclude she wants me to take the risks and arrange it for her. OK. She wants me to surprise her with the forbidden jungle fever encounters. And very importantly she wants plausible deniability if she doesn't like it. But she wants it, and so I made up my mind to act. I would give her what 'Katharine the Secret Black Cock Slut Wife' wants. And I would interweave as many of my extreme and sordid fantasies into hers as I could. From that point on I put myself on cruise control and I persisted through weeks of preparation and arrangements.

Chapter 2. Implementation and the Ruse

In the next couple of days I borrowed a sex contract of the Internet which I modified and I drew up a "Lovers Contract". More than agreeing to Black Men, it was a listing of all the things she has mentioned in bed that I could remember. I got her to sign it by teasing her with a double dare and by saying she could hold the contract after she signed it. If she didn't sign it, I would stop giving her fantasy talk in bed. Hardly much of a threat, but she signed it.

First Katharine read the contract carefully, and when she finished she signed it. She handed it back to me. I signed it and I gave it back to her for safe keeping. Just to minimize it and re-issue her challenge I suppose, she re-issued her dismissive challenge.

"You'll never do it." Kissed me, and got up and made some tea.

A couple of days later I finished renting an old abandoned factory building out in a deserted industrial area. I got it from a commercial real-estate company. I'd been looking for weeks even before I started our finalizing conversations. The real estate company is hundreds of miles away in New York City. I told them it was for a film shoot, and they were fine with that and they were glad to get any revenue out of it before they bull-dozed it down.

Then I started recruiting and interviewing. Surprisingly that was not that easy. First I tried AdultFriendFinder.Com. Finally after going through hundreds of men, I finally I found a couple of suitable Black Men. They were helpful in locating more Black Men like themselves. In one night I interviewed eight Black Men they gave to me, and rejected five. There were many such interview nights before I put together a group of twenty. My group is a group of married and single Black men that fit personality criteria, age, height, weight, cock size, etc. Everyone, including me got medicals done.

Later we met and exchanged the Medical papers during Super Bowl Weekend at a Black downtown bar outside their neighborhood and outside of mine. It was a place they suggested. It was a very nice bar where no one knew anyone. Using Super Bowl Weekend insured there were no questions from wives or girlfriends.

With my group assembled I still knew that it would be difficult to match schedules with more than a half dozen on any one weekend. That is why I wanted as large a pool to draw from as possible. But if it was good there would be more weekends and more parties with my wife. Twenty is good.

We met in smaller groups several more times as the date neared. We exchanged e-mails several times too and they asked about what they could do and not do, and what my wife liked and didn't like. Stuff like that. They had several good ideas I never thought of too, and that is great. We even did a rehearsal and they helped me set up the equipment and props. When I contacted everyone with the final date and time, only five guys would be available for the weekend.

I sent them directions, times and instructions. So here we are today right now.

Chapter 3. The Training Room

Now, I finally have the woman I love, right where for years I wickedly fantasized I could have her. Of course in my fantasy it hadn't been all Black men, but I'd grown to like that idea a whole lot. My delicious unsuspectingly wife Katharine is exactly where and how in my most bestial of sexual wishes and dreams I could ever dare imagine her.

At the moment it is everything I can do not to just ejaculate in my pants as I watch her. My five Black cohorts: Memphis, Tyrone, Thaddeus, Fontana, and Royce are hidden in a darkened corner we camouflaged, but each guy has a great close-up view. If she wants realism in her rape fantasy, I had to trick her and hide my accomplices.

Part of the way I got her here was the way I sold her the idea we would use this opportunity to play with and test out some of her ideas and rehearse, so when we did the real thing it would be good. Using this as a test run would give her a better idea if she actually liked it the way she fantasized she would. We could do this before involving other people in our games. I don't know if she actually bought it my sales pitch or she knew exactly what I was doing and this was exactly the kind of plausible deniability she was seeking. Anyway she went for it 200%.

So, Katherine and I got to the building I'd rented for our tryst around 3pm in the afternoon. She thought it was perfect. Dark, deserted, a bit scary, a place you could imagine there could be a gang, and where they could get away with doing nasty things.

I showed her a huge bedroom with a giant round bed. All rented. Then we went on wit the little tour and entered the cavernous play room. I had previously furnished and decorated with sex equipment and toys with my cohorts help. It was outfitted just for this occasion. As we toured she was nuzzling me and rubbing my cock to showing me how aroused she was. Inside the adult play room my wife held my hand tightly as we strolled around the perimeter looking at the equipment. There is a pillory, a gymnastic horse looking thing, a crowned ottoman and stuff. A couple of smaller beds and padded places just for sex.

Finally we arrived at the dressing table where I had laid out the manacles and ankle cuffs and a custom made collar I had special made for her. We had agreed she was supposed put them on herself. There was also a semi helmet/hood/blindfold too. When she saw it at first she took a deep breath and shivered. For a moment I thought she was going to run. She just stood silent, and finally she picked up the pieces one by one and examined them. For several minutes she looked at them and turned them over and over.

The clever restraints are made of black thick woven nylon lightly padded. There are manacles, bondage ankle cuffs and a collar, all a matching set. The devious bondage belts are equipped with six zip-tie locks in each, which when pulled tight, disappear under the surface of the restraint. The zip ties are only are removed with a special blade; very carefully. They are designed to be escape proof, comfortable for constant wear, feisty struggling and prolonged periods of suspension.

Putting them down, she finally picked up the collar. That she just held out, stared at and fingered over the lettering and the dangling charms. Katherine's matching collar advertises in the wearer is a "BLACK COCK SLUT" in large half inch letters made with small shiny chrome rivets.

Also dangling from the collar are charm-like metallic tags, each inscribed with a unique act she has been begging for during our sex at home.. It is a list of sex acts the vast majority of women would find disgusting and men would sell their souls for. To unadventurous women the same acts are abuses a woman should be rescued from. Never the less they are what Katharine said in our bedroom romps that she craves.

I know that in the real world my wife is in among a large group of women. Women that University sex studies tell us are secretly craving the same things my wife craves, but most likely hide it even from their husbands. Katherine's slutty pleasures are an assortment degrading acts of exploitation and subjugation, debasement, humiliation, some sadism and masochism. All fantasy of course.

The list is a snap shot of my wife's sordid wicked imaginings. Thoughts that make her slit drool with cock lotion and her pussy gush her elixir for cocks. Naughty little pleasures she has begged me for during sex in the most seductive , enticing and supplicating ways possible.

I smiled as she silently read them one by one: "Black Gang Rape", "Suck Black Cock.", "Swallow Black Cum", "Black DP Me", "Full Body Whippings", "Black Cock in My Ass", "Black Gang Bangs", "BBC in every Hole", Made 4 Black Spanking" , "Bite My Tits", "Whip My Pussy", "Black Butake", "Whip My Tits", "Sex Slave Whore", "Electro Torture Me", "No Safe Words for Blacks", "Pussy 4 Black Cum Only", "Ass 4 Black Cum Only ", "Nipples r 4 Blacks 2 Clamp.", "Pussy 4 Blacks 2 Clamp." , and the list goes on and on but that was all that fit on the collar. My wife stared at the collar for a long time, reading each tag, before she set back down.

"I said all that?"

"You did."

"Well....OK"

We'd discussed how she was to place herself in bondage, or it was no deal. If she balked we would go home immediately. Katherine thought about it for quite awhile before she agreed and then asked for a number of things. She wanted stools, strong mason's contractor string and small pieces of wood. As I stood watching her, she surveyed the room and picked up the stools which she carried to the center of the room and placed in between two widely spaced rungs secured in the floor. Each rung with chain and clasps already attached to them. Without looking at me she returned for the strings, a small scissors, and the small squares of wood.

Now standing on the stools under the chains and clasps hanging down from the ceiling, she looped long pieces of string into each. Then she used a piece of the wood to hold the clasp lock open and carefully let go. She got down and did the same thing with string and pieces of wood to the chain and clasps on the floor. She carefully lay them down.

When she returned she came to me and kissed me and with a coo smile suggested I might enjoy sitting down to watch her do this. I was all to happy to oblige and readily found a chair to sit on. I would enjoy my wife's show and so will Memphis, Tyrone, Thaddeus, Fontana, Royce.

"You're really going to do this?"

"Of course."

Katharine stood in front of me and began removing her clothes in a variation of a strippers routine. She gave my her wind breaker, then she slithered out of her skirt and dramatically dropped it on the floor next to me. Then her blouse, then her silk slip, then her high heels. Next she played with and finally removed her black fishnet stockings and wrapped them around my neck like a scarf. Then her bra and finally her silk panties. My wife was totally her naked standing in front of me.

She paused a couple of seconds, then facing me she straddled me and sat naked on my lap with her hands on my shoulders.

Memphis, Tyrone, Thaddeus, Fontana, Royce are seeing a fantastic view of her bare ass.

As she leaned forward to kiss me, I stroked her breasts and stared at her freshly shaved pussy, she whispered:

"Randolph. your turn. Are you really, really sure you want me to do this?"

I nodded yes. She looked deep in my eyes again and held her breasts close to my face.

"Imagine this is for real dear." She took a breath. "Real live Black Nigger Studs kissing and sucking on your wife's titties. Are you really sure?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Too bad." Katharine retorted with a smirk, as she straddled my lap bringing her pussy close and holding her lips open to reveal her clit and vagina.

"Think about it. Real live Black Cocks right here deep in your wife's pussy." She slid her finger inside to tease me.

"Their tongues, their cum.... Last chance... Are you sure?"

"Yes, Katharine. I'm sure."

"OK then" she paused and kissed me. "Practice run?"

"Practice run." I smiled back. She paused and stared at me again.

"I don't know.. I think." She stroked my hair but I said nothing. "All this time, all this detail. It seems fishy to me. Kind of a waste, you think?"

"You should have told you don't want a practice run."

"I didn't say that.. But, I wouldn't have minded I suppose." She smiled.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Katharine stood up and slowly turned around as I watched her cute bare ass and she walked over to the table of manacles, cuffs and the collar. She stood there putting her hair in a French Braid. Then she lifted up the Black Cock Slut collar and placed it around her neck and fed each of the zip ties into place until it was snug around her neck. I couldn't believe she was actually doing it. Memphis, Tyrone, Thaddeus, Fontana, Royce had to be going nuts enjoying this.

Then she put on the ankle cuffs, again feeding in each zip tie until they were snug. Finally she placed one manacle on her wrist and slid it together, and then the last manacle, and she slid that together. She finished making sure they were all snug, and then she used the scissors to trim off the excess zip tie ends. Now the restraints are seamless, but very strong.

Now as I watched she went to the stage in the center of the room. I watch with amazement how she stands on the stools and attaches one latch to one ankle cuff first. Then she edges the other footstool out and away pushing it with her foot toward the far chain, until she was almost doing the splits. I can actually see her inner labia, clit and fuck hole. I knew the boys were getting quit a show too.

Holding the string attached to the chain taunt, she was able the move the jaws of the latch to the rung of the cuff and with a push knock the little piece of wood out all in one motion. I heard the click of the latch. She wasn't getting her legs free and back together without help. Now her legs are shaking and she glows with perspiration from the excretion.

As I watch her she reaches up for the chains that dangled from the beam in the ceiling. She is able to reach and find the first chain easily enough, and using the same method as before she has one wrist locked to a chain very quickly, which she uses to pull herself up a bit. As before, she used the last string to draw the last chain toward the last manacle. It took her a couple of tries, and then I heard the click as the piece of wood was knocked out and the latch snapped shut. Katharine did it.

She knowingly has put herself in total absolute inescapable bondage all by herself. For several minutes she stood still except for moving her ankles and wrists to position them for comfort. After awhile she used her fingers to feed the string back through the latches until they fell out to the floor.

Lastly she uses her toes to work the stools out under her feet. Inch by inch she scrunches her toes to the edge of the stools. God it is sexy to watch. Then in sort of a frog kick she is able to shove them skittering across the floor a good twenty feet away, and it is complete. Entirely nude and helpless my wife is swinging in midair for several delicious moments. After a few more moments she let her arms adsorb her own weight and extended herself until her tip toes touched the floor. She is stunning.

Katharine, my beautiful yummy wife, is hopelessly ensnared and nearly suspended but for teetering on her tip toes in a spread eagle in the center of the large dungeon-like room. She is tethered to the ends of steel chains hooked by clasps to steel rings in her custom made manacles and ankle cuffs. Best of all, Katharine knows what the collar says and she put the collar on all by herself anyway. Now the really nasty games begin in a room I decorated and filled with props and adult toys I bought and five times more bought and supplied by my accomplices.

Finally I stood up and approached my hapless but delicious naked slut wife dangling in the center of the cavernous room. If I so much as touched my zipper I was going to cum in my pants I was so excited. So, I said nothing to her and kept some distance.

Instead I moved around her groping her nude body, stroking her breasts softly, and groping her ass and her pussy at will as I circled her playing with her as if she was a toy. All she could do was wriggle or arch into my hands, but what she wanted no longer mattered. There was no verbal script for our carnal game from this point on, she would have to feel it and then say it all on her own.

Moving helped calm my dick down enough finally. So, I grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to pull her head back over her shoulders until she is staring up into my eyes while I reach around her to lightly finger her pussy slit and find her clit, as I kiss her.

"Did you actually read it?" A shudder went through her body and she nodded as she looked in my eyes. Her skin is hot and her pussy is damp.

"So is it true, you really thought about it. You are?"

" Yes. Yes it's true. Yes." A chill went through her. There is a crystalline wetness in her eyes as she gazes at me. She is telling me indeed it is true and there is a surrender and shame perhaps in truly admitting it to me and herself here this way.

"Well?" I whispered and kissed her neck." Yes what."

"Yes" She kissed me. Then she lingered looking in my eye for what seemed like and eternity, the she kissed me real sexy just before she spoke. "I'm,,,, I'm a,,, a Slut. I can't help it."

"Yes." I kiss her again and feel her breath quickening.

"Randolph I love you, but,,, I am,, a.,, Black" (another kiss) "Cock"(another kiss) "Slut"(another kiss).

"I know, it's OK."

"But I want to be, (another kiss) a Sex Slave" This last kiss was lingering and deep, "I want to be a Black...Cock... Sex ...Slave"

"Yes, I believe you really do."