A JOG IN THE PARK
My husband and I are dedicated joggers, and when weather allows we'll go to one of the many parks in our hometown at least three evenings each week, as well as on the weekends. Both of us are firmly convinced that running like that makes us healthier, and based on what we do when we return home from a nighttime run, it definitely makes us lots more horny than most other couples I know of. It just seems to make sex lots better when we're covered with a sheen of perspiration, as well as psyched up from all that exercise.
We subscribe to "Jogger Times," which as the name implies deals exclusively with the sport we both love, and it was a brief notice in the latest issue that drew the two of us deeply into the world of sexual perversion, oddly enough. Please allow me to explain, if you will.
Even before we were married six years ago, we had fantastic sex together, and it seemed that nothing was too weird for us to try, at least once, anyway. It was during one of our "experimental" sessions, less than a year ago, that I learned something about Tom that I'd never even guessed up until then.
Before that particular night, I'd never guessed that my husband had homosexual fantasties, and maybe something that was even stronger than fantasies. What caused me to have that opinion was that I had bought a strap-on dildo as a joke toy for us to use during sex, thinking that he'd be the one to wear it so that he could get me off before he emptied his balls in my pussy. He had always been the first one to cum, even when I tried various techniques I'd read about in magazines for women, each one guaranteed to delay ejaculation. None of them really worked all that well, and it was my disappointment with everything I tried that led me to try a hint I'd read that suggested using a vibrating dildo in place of the man's cock, because that would get the woman ready before her man had already got his rocks off.
Well, I never got the chance to use the thing in that manner, because as soon as Tommy saw it, his eyes got all glazed over and he started breathing really fast. Then, to my everlasting amazement, he strapped it on me, instead of himself, and then he got down on his hands and knees and spread his legs. I guess the idea of it being me who would be doing the fucking, and him doing the receivng, had never occurred to me, but boy, when it did, I got just as turned on as he already was, and I got behind him and fucked him just as hard and deep as I could.
Imagine my surprise when he squirted his cum all over the bed before I'd fucked him more than a few seconds, and then when I just kept doing it, he stayed hard and squirted again just a few minutes later. After he'd done that, I unstrapped the harness but left the thing humming away inside him, then almost threw him over onto his back and mounted his mouth so I could cum, too.
From that point on, me fucking him became the norm, and I quickly began to understand that my husband, who had always seemed so normal, was actually bisexual, if not homosexual. That didn't matter at all to me, though, because the tonguing he was giving my pussy after I'd reamed his back door was the best ever, and I wanted it to go on forever.
Anyway, back to the warning note in the jogging magazine.
What the thing said was that something new was happening in parks in large cities, and the writer was warning readers to take the appropriate precautions. He said that the first case of gang **** of joggers by groups of black men had first been noticed in a large city in the Upper Midwest. What the gangs did was to lie in wait for couples running in parks at night, then when they ran through a dark spot between streetlamps they'd kidnap the runners and take them to some private location. Once there, the couple would be forced to undress, and then the black guys would force the couple to perform oral sex on their kidnappers before ****** both the man and the woman.
By the time I'd read through that warning three times, I was breathing so hard that I was actually panting, because all the time I was fantasizing about watching my husband ***** at both ends by black men. And in case you're wondering, yes, I did get turned on when I thought about it being me they were fucking, but it was visions of Tom being gang ***** that turned me on more than I'd ever been before then.
It was then that I made up my mind it was time for us to change our routine, but in direct contrast to the warning in the magazine, what I wanted us to do was to start doing our jogging after dark, rather than in the daytime or evenings. And I wanted us to jog exclusively in city parks that were poorly lighted and had lots of bushes along the paths.
So, that was exactly what I suggested to Tom, and since the weather had turned hot about then, he thought it was a good idea to run when it was cooler, so heat exhaustion wouldn't be a problem. That was why the following night, after the sun had set, we drove to a park we had rarely used, and started running along one of the paths that wound through lots of trees and underbrush.
I won't try to pretend that we were kidnapped and ***** that first time, or even the next three times, even as much as I wanted it to happen just as I'd been fantasizing about ever since I'd read that warning. That didn't discourage me, though, and I kept hoping that the next time would be the one I was waiting for.
And then it happened.
We had just entered the darkest part of the jogging path when a group of six young men ran out of some bushes and surrounded us. They were wearing small masks that covered only their eyes, and as I had fantasized, all of them were black guys in their late teens.
Before either of us could even think about resisting, strips of masking tape were placed over our eyes and mouths, and our hands were drawn roughly behind our backs and tied there. We were then ordered to walk as some of them took our arms and forced us along with them.
After we had walked a short distance, I heard what sounded like the side door of a van being pulled open. The boys almost threw us inside the thing, and when I heard the door slam shut behind us, I knew there was nothing at all we could do to prevent what seemed to be in store for us.
I had no idea where we were being taken, but it must have been several blocks away, because it was more than five minutes before the van came to a stop, and a few seconds later the door was opened again. We were roughly hauled out, then once again forced to walk beside our captors into some sort of building, and then down a long flight of stairs. Once we reached the floor, our blindfolds and gags were jerked off our faces, and the flood of light almost blinded me as I tried to see where we had been taken.
I was sure we were in a basement of some sorts, because there weren't any windows, and the walls were bare concrete. There was an old-fashioned oil furnace along one wall, and lots of junk stacked along the others. The only thing that could pass for furniture was a large mattress lying on the floor, and judging by the stains that covered most of the surface, there was no doubt the thing had received a lot of use.
After our hands were untied, two of the boys took handguns out of their waistbands and stood there facing us. The one who seemed to be the leader said in a threatening voice, "All right, both you bitches get naked for us, and don't even think about not doing it. We'd just as soon shoot you as have fun with you, so take your choice."
Tom cried out, "Please don't hurt my wife! Please, just let her go and I'll do anything you want! Please!"
All six of them started laughing and imitating him in high-pitched, girly voices. The guy in charge waved them to silence, and then as he pointed the gun right at my head, said, "I'm gonna count to five, and if both of you don't start stripping, I'll shoot the bitch. One. Two."
That was a far as he got, because I turned to my husband and said, "Honey, please! Just do what they want! Don't let them hurt me! Please!"
That was all it took to send his fingers to the buttons of his shirt, and as he unbuttoned it, my own hands released the buttons on my blouse. Poor Tom didn't seem to know what to do next, so I showed him what had to happen and reached behind my back and unsnapped my sports bra and let it fall to the floor. When all six of the black guys whistled and told me they loved my tits, I know I blushed bright red.
Tom joined me in stepping out of our jogging shoes, then leaning over and pulling off our socks. Again, I had to show him what came next, and with no hesitation I put my thumbs in the waistband of my jogging shorts and shucked them down my legs. I watched as he did the same, then pulled my panties down my legs and stepped out of them, and then stood there proudly as the six guys whistled again and made all sorts of comments about my "dripping cunt." That certainly was the best description of my condition, because I'd been more and more aroused right from the time I first saw the mattress.
When my husband joined me in total nudity, the guy with the gun told me to, "Play with his little pecker and get it real hard, bitch. We heard all white boys are about half the size of real men, so we want to see what your boy has."
I quickly dropped to my knees and began caressing Tom's dick and kissing and licking it, doing my best to make the thing stand up like it needed to do. I think his own excitement was almost as great as mine, because in about half a minute I could feel it starting to expand, and in another 30 seconds it was standing at full staff, which for him was a measured five and a half inches. I know, because in our early years I did everything I could to make his thing grow, but no matter what I did to it, he never got beyond that size.
Apparently, the six black guys thought he was holding back, because they kept making fun of his dick and ordering him to get it harder, or else they were going to "fuck your wife all night so she can see what a real cock feels like." I actually approved of their plan, even though I pretended to be afraid of them.
I guess they finally gave up on me getting my husband's dick any bigger, so they made us get on our knees on the mattress, then put our hands behind our backs so they could be tied again. As soon as that had been done to us, all six of them took off their own clothes, and I had my first-ever look at what black guys are hiding in their pants.
There was a wide range of size among the six of them, but even soft the smallest was easily as big as Tom's thing. The largest was probably three inches longer, and growing, and growing as I stared at it dumbfounded. It seemed there was nothing else in the whole world except the monster right in front of my face, slowly expanding and becoming smooth as the wrinkles disappeared. The huge balls hanging between the guy's legs began to draw up against his crotch, and all I could do was stare at him as my pussy quivered.
One of the other black guys, who was already hard, moved up in front of Tom. I heard his growl, "Now you goan find out what it feels like to suck a real cock, ain't you, boy? Get to it, whitey!"
The guy put one hand on the top of my husband's head, pulled it toward his crotch, and without being told to, his mouth fell open and the thing accepted the invitation. As at least half of the black cock disappeared in Tom's mouth, I could hear him moaning and whimpering as he always does when he's really turned on, and I knew my opinion of his sexual preferences had been right all along: He was definitely bisexual, with a huge dose of faggot in him. Apparently, the black guy he was sucking off agreed with me, because as he forced his organ farther inside my husband's mouth, he gasped, "Shit fire, boy! You a fucking queer, for sure, ain't you? You love that black cock, don't you, boy?"
My husband's only response was to increase his efforts to suck the cum out of what was in his mouth, and I felt a thrill I'd never before known when his eyes closed and his head bobbed back and forth as he worshipped the guy's cock.
It seemed I was going to be required to perform the same service, because one of them aimed his cock right at my mouth as he positioned himself in front of me. Still trying to watch what Tom was doing beside me, I opened my lips as soon as my own rapists put his hand on my head and pulled it forward.
Rather than cumming in our mouths, the two we were sucking suddenly pulled away, and when my husband gasped, "No! Please let me!" I knew his own disappointment was much greater than mine. However, our mouths weren't empty for long, because the other four black guys began to use our mouths and tongues to get themselves just as hard as the first two now were.
When all six of them were hard, our hands were untied. I was told to get on my back on the mattress, and Tom was to get on his hands and knees right beside me. The thrill of excitement that surged through my entire body just about made me pass out when one of the guys got on his knees behind my husband, and started working his huge cock inside Tom's ass. Just as that was happening another guy got on his knees between my legs, then rubbed the head of his huge cock up and down my dripping slit, getting it all nice and slippery.
Just as my ****** began forcing the head of his cock inside my pussy, another guy got on his back in front of Tom, then sort of worked his way underneath him so his cock was sticking straight up, pointing at my husband's mouth. I guess he knew what was expected of him, and all he did was open wide and lower his head so he could start sucking what he seemed to need so badly.
The guy who was fucking me started getting really wild when he was halfway inside me, and after he'd moved the head of his thing back and forth over my "G" spot, about half a dozen times, I just went crazy. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to pull him deeper, while all the time watching Tom being fucked at both ends, and listening to him moan in arousal as he sucked the cock in his mouth, and whimpered in pain as the other monster spread his asshole wider than it was ever meant to go. It seemed like every time he moaned and whimpered, I just got hotter than before, and all of a sudden I couldn't stand it any more and dug my fingernails in my ******'s back and forced him to put his cock all the way in.
And then I didn't know anything for what I thought was a real long time, but was probably just a few seconds, because when I came back to reality, the guy who was on top of me said, "Shit, bitch, you're the hottest fucking cunt I've fucked in a long time. I may just have to keep you down here from now on."
When he said that, I just couldn't stop myself from pulling his head down to mine and kissing him as hard as I could, then when one of the other guys finally pulled him off me, I whispered, "Promises, promises, lover."
The second guy was still laughing when he mounted me, and as his cock slid into my cum-filled cunt, he whispered, "Now I goan show your white cunt what a black man can do to it, bitch. Get ready for some major pain, 'cause this black man's goan split you like a ripe watermelon."
As he got started trying to carry out his threat, I turned my head toward my husband, and saw that another of the guys was just then forcing his cock inside Tom's asshole. The guy who had been fucking his mouth had evidently finished, because I could see that my husband's face was covered with the biggest load of cum I'd ever seen. I'm sure what happened was that he'd pulled out just as he started cumming, and then tried to humiliate his victim by doing that to him. It didn't work, though, because all Tom was doing was wiping up the cum on his fingers, then licking them clean before going back for another helping.
Since I wasn't nearly as turned on as I'd been when the first guy fucked me, I watched closely as the last guy got under Tom and just a few seconds later a second cock was buried deep in his mouth. Seeing my husband do that, and having it done to him, was hotter than any of my fantasies had ever been. I'd never even guessed how hot it would be to see him being fucked at both ends, and I knew I wanted to watch that for the rest of my life.
At some point in time, the second guy who ***** me got his rocks off, but I didn't climax, because to tell the truth, I was worn out and really sleepy. I watched as the six black men put their clothes on, and then as they left I was surprised as they seemed to ignore the two of us completely. I guess I probably was distracted by Tom crawling between my legs and licking my overflowing pussy, but whatever it was, I didn't even know when we were left alone in the basement.
I took pity on my poor husband after a while, and finally told him to get on his back so he could do it right, and he did, and I sat on his mouth, and after a while it started feeling so good that I climaxed and listened to him choking on the size of the wad of cum I was shooting into his mouth.
Having that climax seemed to bring me back to being fully awake, and when I looked around, I cried out, "They took all our clothes, honey! How will we get home?!"
He didn't seem nearly as worried as I was, and all he did was hold up his wallet and the car keys as he told me, "One of them gave me this before they left. He said the park where they got us is just one block away, and they fooled us by driving around just to make us think we were lost. If we're careful, I think we can get to it without anyone seeing us."
So, that's what we did, and just about half an hour later two naked people hurriedly got out of their car in front of their house. I remember wishing we hadn't left the porch light on, because I was sure the neighbors were all watching us as we ran for the door and got inside just as fast as we could.
That's my story about our jogging experience, but I don't think it's going to end there. You see, when it was time for us to go our for our exercise run two evenings later, Tom asked me where we should go. I have to admit that I'd been thinking about exactly that ever since we got home, and I had my answer ready.
"Well, I think we should go back to that same park, honey. What do you think?"
All he said was, "Yes!"
The End
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My husband and I are dedicated joggers, and when weather allows we'll go to one of the many parks in our hometown at least three evenings each week, as well as on the weekends. Both of us are firmly convinced that running like that makes us healthier, and based on what we do when we return home from a nighttime run, it definitely makes us lots more horny than most other couples I know of. It just seems to make sex lots better when we're covered with a sheen of perspiration, as well as psyched up from all that exercise.
We subscribe to "Jogger Times," which as the name implies deals exclusively with the sport we both love, and it was a brief notice in the latest issue that drew the two of us deeply into the world of sexual perversion, oddly enough. Please allow me to explain, if you will.
Even before we were married six years ago, we had fantastic sex together, and it seemed that nothing was too weird for us to try, at least once, anyway. It was during one of our "experimental" sessions, less than a year ago, that I learned something about Tom that I'd never even guessed up until then.
Before that particular night, I'd never guessed that my husband had homosexual fantasties, and maybe something that was even stronger than fantasies. What caused me to have that opinion was that I had bought a strap-on dildo as a joke toy for us to use during sex, thinking that he'd be the one to wear it so that he could get me off before he emptied his balls in my pussy. He had always been the first one to cum, even when I tried various techniques I'd read about in magazines for women, each one guaranteed to delay ejaculation. None of them really worked all that well, and it was my disappointment with everything I tried that led me to try a hint I'd read that suggested using a vibrating dildo in place of the man's cock, because that would get the woman ready before her man had already got his rocks off.
Well, I never got the chance to use the thing in that manner, because as soon as Tommy saw it, his eyes got all glazed over and he started breathing really fast. Then, to my everlasting amazement, he strapped it on me, instead of himself, and then he got down on his hands and knees and spread his legs. I guess the idea of it being me who would be doing the fucking, and him doing the receivng, had never occurred to me, but boy, when it did, I got just as turned on as he already was, and I got behind him and fucked him just as hard and deep as I could.
Imagine my surprise when he squirted his cum all over the bed before I'd fucked him more than a few seconds, and then when I just kept doing it, he stayed hard and squirted again just a few minutes later. After he'd done that, I unstrapped the harness but left the thing humming away inside him, then almost threw him over onto his back and mounted his mouth so I could cum, too.
From that point on, me fucking him became the norm, and I quickly began to understand that my husband, who had always seemed so normal, was actually bisexual, if not homosexual. That didn't matter at all to me, though, because the tonguing he was giving my pussy after I'd reamed his back door was the best ever, and I wanted it to go on forever.
Anyway, back to the warning note in the jogging magazine.
What the thing said was that something new was happening in parks in large cities, and the writer was warning readers to take the appropriate precautions. He said that the first case of gang **** of joggers by groups of black men had first been noticed in a large city in the Upper Midwest. What the gangs did was to lie in wait for couples running in parks at night, then when they ran through a dark spot between streetlamps they'd kidnap the runners and take them to some private location. Once there, the couple would be forced to undress, and then the black guys would force the couple to perform oral sex on their kidnappers before ****** both the man and the woman.
By the time I'd read through that warning three times, I was breathing so hard that I was actually panting, because all the time I was fantasizing about watching my husband ***** at both ends by black men. And in case you're wondering, yes, I did get turned on when I thought about it being me they were fucking, but it was visions of Tom being gang ***** that turned me on more than I'd ever been before then.
It was then that I made up my mind it was time for us to change our routine, but in direct contrast to the warning in the magazine, what I wanted us to do was to start doing our jogging after dark, rather than in the daytime or evenings. And I wanted us to jog exclusively in city parks that were poorly lighted and had lots of bushes along the paths.
So, that was exactly what I suggested to Tom, and since the weather had turned hot about then, he thought it was a good idea to run when it was cooler, so heat exhaustion wouldn't be a problem. That was why the following night, after the sun had set, we drove to a park we had rarely used, and started running along one of the paths that wound through lots of trees and underbrush.
I won't try to pretend that we were kidnapped and ***** that first time, or even the next three times, even as much as I wanted it to happen just as I'd been fantasizing about ever since I'd read that warning. That didn't discourage me, though, and I kept hoping that the next time would be the one I was waiting for.
And then it happened.
We had just entered the darkest part of the jogging path when a group of six young men ran out of some bushes and surrounded us. They were wearing small masks that covered only their eyes, and as I had fantasized, all of them were black guys in their late teens.
Before either of us could even think about resisting, strips of masking tape were placed over our eyes and mouths, and our hands were drawn roughly behind our backs and tied there. We were then ordered to walk as some of them took our arms and forced us along with them.
After we had walked a short distance, I heard what sounded like the side door of a van being pulled open. The boys almost threw us inside the thing, and when I heard the door slam shut behind us, I knew there was nothing at all we could do to prevent what seemed to be in store for us.
I had no idea where we were being taken, but it must have been several blocks away, because it was more than five minutes before the van came to a stop, and a few seconds later the door was opened again. We were roughly hauled out, then once again forced to walk beside our captors into some sort of building, and then down a long flight of stairs. Once we reached the floor, our blindfolds and gags were jerked off our faces, and the flood of light almost blinded me as I tried to see where we had been taken.
I was sure we were in a basement of some sorts, because there weren't any windows, and the walls were bare concrete. There was an old-fashioned oil furnace along one wall, and lots of junk stacked along the others. The only thing that could pass for furniture was a large mattress lying on the floor, and judging by the stains that covered most of the surface, there was no doubt the thing had received a lot of use.
After our hands were untied, two of the boys took handguns out of their waistbands and stood there facing us. The one who seemed to be the leader said in a threatening voice, "All right, both you bitches get naked for us, and don't even think about not doing it. We'd just as soon shoot you as have fun with you, so take your choice."
Tom cried out, "Please don't hurt my wife! Please, just let her go and I'll do anything you want! Please!"
All six of them started laughing and imitating him in high-pitched, girly voices. The guy in charge waved them to silence, and then as he pointed the gun right at my head, said, "I'm gonna count to five, and if both of you don't start stripping, I'll shoot the bitch. One. Two."
That was a far as he got, because I turned to my husband and said, "Honey, please! Just do what they want! Don't let them hurt me! Please!"
That was all it took to send his fingers to the buttons of his shirt, and as he unbuttoned it, my own hands released the buttons on my blouse. Poor Tom didn't seem to know what to do next, so I showed him what had to happen and reached behind my back and unsnapped my sports bra and let it fall to the floor. When all six of the black guys whistled and told me they loved my tits, I know I blushed bright red.
Tom joined me in stepping out of our jogging shoes, then leaning over and pulling off our socks. Again, I had to show him what came next, and with no hesitation I put my thumbs in the waistband of my jogging shorts and shucked them down my legs. I watched as he did the same, then pulled my panties down my legs and stepped out of them, and then stood there proudly as the six guys whistled again and made all sorts of comments about my "dripping cunt." That certainly was the best description of my condition, because I'd been more and more aroused right from the time I first saw the mattress.
When my husband joined me in total nudity, the guy with the gun told me to, "Play with his little pecker and get it real hard, bitch. We heard all white boys are about half the size of real men, so we want to see what your boy has."
I quickly dropped to my knees and began caressing Tom's dick and kissing and licking it, doing my best to make the thing stand up like it needed to do. I think his own excitement was almost as great as mine, because in about half a minute I could feel it starting to expand, and in another 30 seconds it was standing at full staff, which for him was a measured five and a half inches. I know, because in our early years I did everything I could to make his thing grow, but no matter what I did to it, he never got beyond that size.
Apparently, the six black guys thought he was holding back, because they kept making fun of his dick and ordering him to get it harder, or else they were going to "fuck your wife all night so she can see what a real cock feels like." I actually approved of their plan, even though I pretended to be afraid of them.
I guess they finally gave up on me getting my husband's dick any bigger, so they made us get on our knees on the mattress, then put our hands behind our backs so they could be tied again. As soon as that had been done to us, all six of them took off their own clothes, and I had my first-ever look at what black guys are hiding in their pants.
There was a wide range of size among the six of them, but even soft the smallest was easily as big as Tom's thing. The largest was probably three inches longer, and growing, and growing as I stared at it dumbfounded. It seemed there was nothing else in the whole world except the monster right in front of my face, slowly expanding and becoming smooth as the wrinkles disappeared. The huge balls hanging between the guy's legs began to draw up against his crotch, and all I could do was stare at him as my pussy quivered.
One of the other black guys, who was already hard, moved up in front of Tom. I heard his growl, "Now you goan find out what it feels like to suck a real cock, ain't you, boy? Get to it, whitey!"
The guy put one hand on the top of my husband's head, pulled it toward his crotch, and without being told to, his mouth fell open and the thing accepted the invitation. As at least half of the black cock disappeared in Tom's mouth, I could hear him moaning and whimpering as he always does when he's really turned on, and I knew my opinion of his sexual preferences had been right all along: He was definitely bisexual, with a huge dose of faggot in him. Apparently, the black guy he was sucking off agreed with me, because as he forced his organ farther inside my husband's mouth, he gasped, "Shit fire, boy! You a fucking queer, for sure, ain't you? You love that black cock, don't you, boy?"
My husband's only response was to increase his efforts to suck the cum out of what was in his mouth, and I felt a thrill I'd never before known when his eyes closed and his head bobbed back and forth as he worshipped the guy's cock.
It seemed I was going to be required to perform the same service, because one of them aimed his cock right at my mouth as he positioned himself in front of me. Still trying to watch what Tom was doing beside me, I opened my lips as soon as my own rapists put his hand on my head and pulled it forward.
Rather than cumming in our mouths, the two we were sucking suddenly pulled away, and when my husband gasped, "No! Please let me!" I knew his own disappointment was much greater than mine. However, our mouths weren't empty for long, because the other four black guys began to use our mouths and tongues to get themselves just as hard as the first two now were.
When all six of them were hard, our hands were untied. I was told to get on my back on the mattress, and Tom was to get on his hands and knees right beside me. The thrill of excitement that surged through my entire body just about made me pass out when one of the guys got on his knees behind my husband, and started working his huge cock inside Tom's ass. Just as that was happening another guy got on his knees between my legs, then rubbed the head of his huge cock up and down my dripping slit, getting it all nice and slippery.
Just as my ****** began forcing the head of his cock inside my pussy, another guy got on his back in front of Tom, then sort of worked his way underneath him so his cock was sticking straight up, pointing at my husband's mouth. I guess he knew what was expected of him, and all he did was open wide and lower his head so he could start sucking what he seemed to need so badly.
The guy who was fucking me started getting really wild when he was halfway inside me, and after he'd moved the head of his thing back and forth over my "G" spot, about half a dozen times, I just went crazy. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to pull him deeper, while all the time watching Tom being fucked at both ends, and listening to him moan in arousal as he sucked the cock in his mouth, and whimpered in pain as the other monster spread his asshole wider than it was ever meant to go. It seemed like every time he moaned and whimpered, I just got hotter than before, and all of a sudden I couldn't stand it any more and dug my fingernails in my ******'s back and forced him to put his cock all the way in.
And then I didn't know anything for what I thought was a real long time, but was probably just a few seconds, because when I came back to reality, the guy who was on top of me said, "Shit, bitch, you're the hottest fucking cunt I've fucked in a long time. I may just have to keep you down here from now on."
When he said that, I just couldn't stop myself from pulling his head down to mine and kissing him as hard as I could, then when one of the other guys finally pulled him off me, I whispered, "Promises, promises, lover."
The second guy was still laughing when he mounted me, and as his cock slid into my cum-filled cunt, he whispered, "Now I goan show your white cunt what a black man can do to it, bitch. Get ready for some major pain, 'cause this black man's goan split you like a ripe watermelon."
As he got started trying to carry out his threat, I turned my head toward my husband, and saw that another of the guys was just then forcing his cock inside Tom's asshole. The guy who had been fucking his mouth had evidently finished, because I could see that my husband's face was covered with the biggest load of cum I'd ever seen. I'm sure what happened was that he'd pulled out just as he started cumming, and then tried to humiliate his victim by doing that to him. It didn't work, though, because all Tom was doing was wiping up the cum on his fingers, then licking them clean before going back for another helping.
Since I wasn't nearly as turned on as I'd been when the first guy fucked me, I watched closely as the last guy got under Tom and just a few seconds later a second cock was buried deep in his mouth. Seeing my husband do that, and having it done to him, was hotter than any of my fantasies had ever been. I'd never even guessed how hot it would be to see him being fucked at both ends, and I knew I wanted to watch that for the rest of my life.
At some point in time, the second guy who ***** me got his rocks off, but I didn't climax, because to tell the truth, I was worn out and really sleepy. I watched as the six black men put their clothes on, and then as they left I was surprised as they seemed to ignore the two of us completely. I guess I probably was distracted by Tom crawling between my legs and licking my overflowing pussy, but whatever it was, I didn't even know when we were left alone in the basement.
I took pity on my poor husband after a while, and finally told him to get on his back so he could do it right, and he did, and I sat on his mouth, and after a while it started feeling so good that I climaxed and listened to him choking on the size of the wad of cum I was shooting into his mouth.
Having that climax seemed to bring me back to being fully awake, and when I looked around, I cried out, "They took all our clothes, honey! How will we get home?!"
He didn't seem nearly as worried as I was, and all he did was hold up his wallet and the car keys as he told me, "One of them gave me this before they left. He said the park where they got us is just one block away, and they fooled us by driving around just to make us think we were lost. If we're careful, I think we can get to it without anyone seeing us."
So, that's what we did, and just about half an hour later two naked people hurriedly got out of their car in front of their house. I remember wishing we hadn't left the porch light on, because I was sure the neighbors were all watching us as we ran for the door and got inside just as fast as we could.
That's my story about our jogging experience, but I don't think it's going to end there. You see, when it was time for us to go our for our exercise run two evenings later, Tom asked me where we should go. I have to admit that I'd been thinking about exactly that ever since we got home, and I had my answer ready.
"Well, I think we should go back to that same park, honey. What do you think?"
All he said was, "Yes!"
The End
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