This story was originally on an other site (Literotica.com) author of post in 2014 was Pageturner2012. Their only post ever. I think it needs a second and possible a third chapter. I would be willing to work with any of you with my ideas, but to put the ideas in a story with the proper flow and have it make sense I'm totally inept. You be able to teach me story comp. I wrote technical papers everything I write sounds like a manual.
I have just done a simple cut and past of this story. None of this story is my work. Would like to see one of you, better than me, witters add to this story.
Administrator I believe I have posted this correctly but this is my first story (Mine or other wise)posted. Any advice for doing it better in the future would be appreciated.
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Friday night was normally 'milf night', but for the last few Friday's Gill hadn't been joining Maxi and Mandy. Gill, Maxi and Mandy, aka the milfs, regularly hit the town on a Friday which ended as a stay-over, mostly at Mandy's for convenience, but occasionally they would get to slum at one or the other's house.
The respective husbands were OK with this arrangement and it usually meant the affected husband having to relax in another bedroom as the milfs, quite often, arrived home in the early hours tipsy and somewhat animated, and all would fall asleep in the one bed. Gill's husband, Brian, was always in bed by the time they got to her house, so all their carousing was frustratingly limited.
Occasionally, Ray, Mandy's husband, bivvied when he went carp fishing on Fridays and would come home on the following Saturday night, which meant the milfs could let themselves go a bit more on such occasions. However, the best and most boisterous stay-overs were always at Maxi's flat as Pete, her husband, worked away from home every Friday till Monday. Also, the flat below Pete and Maxi's was owned by a couple who spent six months a year running their business in India, which had its benefits in terms of private parking space and no worries about making too much noise.
Mandy is the youngest of the milfs at 32, she is 5'4 has brown hair, blue eyes and, like the other two, is a real looker. She's a bit thinner than Maxi and Gill, but has the biggest tits of the three. Gill is the prettiest and looks much younger than her 33yrs, she's got blonde hair and green eyes, and at 5'2 is small, but beautifully proportioned, with tanned skin and a cheeky, mischievous way about her that the men seem to love. Maxi is the oldest at 35yrs, but has a body to die for. At 5'5 she has long, black curly hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. Her tits are fairly large, but not as large as Mandy's, but her nipples are big, thick and pert. She has absolutely fabulous legs, which is a legacy from her professional dancing days.
The milfs have been mates for over ten years, and for the last year they've started going out with each other, mostly on a Friday night. They've frequently visited night clubs, and there's never been a night out when they've failed to be swarmed by men trying to get off with them. They've always looked out for each other, and between them there's been a few (but not that many) one night stands, knee tremblers, fucks in cars and parties, but they've always arranged it so that they're able to watch out for each other. They're well aware - and they love it - that the young men in the city that know, or know of, them have made it their (hopeless, for the most part) mission to 'fuck one of the milfs'.
Domestic circumstances had changed Gill's schedule over the last few weeks as she'd been going through a separation with her husband; it appeared he'd had a bit of fling with the dance instructor where their ******** attended weekly dance classes. It would seem, however, that Gill hadn't taken things too much to heart and said she was ok with the separation, and told Maxi and Mandy that circumstances had given her the opportunity for a bit of 'like-for-like revenge', which, over the last four Fridays and weekends, when Brain had their ********, consisted of Gill getting nocturnal visits from the dancing teacher's ex-boyfriend, who'd found out about the affair, and other, nocturnal, visits which she said she'd tell them about later!
During that time, Mandy and Maxi had only spoken to Gill a few times on the phone, but were able to glean that she was, to paraphrase her own words, getting plenty of cock, and was 'loving every inch', but would catch up soon and give them all the 'dirty' details. She'd also hinted that she'd been speaking to a few people and had told 'them' (but didn't expand on 'them') all about "you two sluts", and said that 'they' (again no more information about who 'they' are) were interested in meeting up and having a party. She told the milfs she'd meet up soon and explain all.
Friday finally came around and Maxi was almost finished getting herself ready for her night out with Mandy when subsequent events put the kibosh on their planned evening. The idea was for Maxi to get a taxi to Mandy's; they'd have a few drinks, then take a taxi into town and end up back at Mandy's for the night. Ray was going to a comic night with his mates but would come straight home as he was going fishing early the next morning, and their kids were staying over at his mother's. But about half an hour before Maxi ordered a taxi she got a call from Mandy telling her that the night would have to be called off, but could she still drive herself over to the house because Mandy needed to ask a favour.
Maxi was disappointed as she always looked forward to 'milf night', but she was very intrigued as to why Mandy wouldn't reveal any details about the 'favour' she needed. And what was even more curious was that Mandy had asked Maxi what she was wearing, and when Maxi told her she was wearing short skirt t-shirt and high heels, Mandy's reply was, 'perfect, come like that.'
Maxi pulled up outside Mandy's at about 8.30 ish, alighted from the car and slipped her flat shoes off and put on her high heels, she straightened her short, black skirt and t-shirt then walked toward Mandy's house door. Mandy must have been watching out for her because she'd opened the door just as Maxi was about to let herself in.
Mandy looked like she'd been ready to go out but then had changed back into loose clothing; her hair had been done, she was still wearing make-up and perfume, and Maxi thought that she looked a little bit flushed and 'hyper' and behaved as though she'd been drinking, but there was no smell of alcohol and Maxi had seen her ***** enough times to know that she hadn't had a drink tonight. When Maxi stepped inside Mandy took her arm and led her into the front room and said; 'I need you to do me a big favour'.
'What? What's the matter?' said Maxi
At that, Mandy took Maxi's hand and headed into the kitchen, and as they stepped inside the kitchen, Maxi caught site of a tall, athletic-looking black youth of about 19 or 20yrs old. He was leaning against the freezer with a drink in his hand, and then stood upright and faced Maxi square on, he was about a 6 or 7 inches taller than her, had broad shoulders, and she could tell he was a frequent user of the gym.
'This is Brad,' said Mandy.
'Hi Brad,' said Maxi as she took in his good looks and fit looking body, and though she's used to men staring at her, she found this guy an instant turn on, and she could see by the way he was looking at her that he was thinking something along the same lines about her.
'Hi Maxi, wow, you look hot,' said Brad, as he kind of puckered his lips and let his eyes travel up and down her body several times as if not being able to properly decide whether he should fix his gaze and Mandy's long, shapely legs, or her tits and pert nipples showing through her t-shirt, or her lovely little arse, even though he acknowledged to himself that her face wasn't bad, either. The way he puckered his lips after studying each part of her mature, firm body assured Maxi that this guy wanted to fuck her, and she could see he was also figuring out what his chances of fucking her tonight would be; it was obvious by the look on his face that he rated his chances as 10 out of 10 - which was about the same odds that Maxi gave him.
'Brad's in bit of a pickle,' said Mandy to Maxi. 'He's come up from Nottingham, and the next train back isn't till 7.05am tomorrow morning, and he needs somewhere to stay, can you put him up for the night and take him to the station tomorrow?'
'Eh!' Exclaimed Maxi, not fully able to grasp what the question was. She looked at Brad's face which seemed to be a look of a cat that's just got the cream, Maxi knew he was thinking that her pussy would be his for the night, and she loved it. 'Just a minute,' said Maxi to no one in particular, took Mandy by the arm and said, 'can we have a word?'
'Won't be a minute.' Mandy said to Brad as she was being led back into the living room.
'Say that again,' said Maxi once they'd stepped into the living room.
'Brad's train isn ...'
'No, I know what you said, I, I, mean, what, or where... look, tell me how Brad has ended up here, and what exactly is going on.' Maxi appealed.
'Right, Brad came to visit Gill, she's joined a web sex group called, hmm, not sure, but it's something like 'B l a c k s W h o F u c k W h i t e W i v e s' - she had a huge smile on her face as she as emphasised those words - and got in contact with him and invited him up to fuck her.' Mandy still had a huge grin on her face as she said this.
'What? Gill? Phwa! Am I hearing this right? Jesus, the little slut has been busy, hasn't she?' Exclaimed Maxi.
'That's not the half of it,' Mandy said, almost unable to contain her obvious excitement, and Maxi now knew why Mandy appeared 'hyper', as she was beginning to feel the same herself. 'You'll die when I tell you what Brad's told me, they all sound like real dirty fuckers.' Mandy once again emphasized 'dirty fuckers', and made a face that made it very clear to Maxi that she very much meant it as a sign of approval.
'Dirty fuckers! Who? I mean, go on'
'She's been in contact with loads of black men, and I mean loads, Brad says she's a real dirty slut, he's been telling me about all the lewd emails and messages she sends them about being gangbanged by big black men, and about the really dirty things they message back to her, and she's stripped off for them on the web cam, she's shown them all her arse, fanny and tits and gets them to tell her what they'd do to her if they were in her bedroom while her hubby is away. Brad says she likes them all taunting her, swearing at her and calling her a white slut and dirty names. Brad is part of the group that she contacted, and she invited him up here to "try the goods out", and report back to his mates, can you fucking believe it?'
'Fucking hell,' said Maxi, 'she's depraved; she's turned into a right little bedhopper, hasn't she? You've got to love the girl, though, eh?'
'Still not finished!' said Mandy in a tone that said, "I'm keeping the best till last".
'Jesus, surely there can't be anything else, can there?' Said Maxi, wide eyed and eager to know more, she was obviously loving what she was hearing.
'Oh, yes! When she was chatting to Brad and his mates, at least ten of em altogether, and they're all black men, y'know, and Brad says the oldest is 23, well they told her that they wanted to meet up with two or three white wives that would take them all on, and she's only gone and told them that me, you and her would be up for a group session with them!'
Mandy studied Maxi's face carefully, and could see she was fascinated, and continued the theme, thus:
'And not just that, Max, she's told all them randy fuckers that we'll let them all fuck us bareback, they must think we're right dirty fuckers: they call it a 'black bulls cum inside white wives session'. Fucking hell, Max, just imagine the scene, me, you and Gill being taken to some seedy, half lit room somewhere in Nottingham and plonked on a couple of mattresses with our arses sticking up in the air, surrounded by a big gang of rampaging black youths, having their big fucking cocks running amok in our pussies, mouths and bum holes - I think I could just about manage my hubby's cock up my bum hole, not that I've ever let him do it, but I'm not sure I could manage those fucking big black one's, but don't suppose we'd be given much choice, eh?'
Maxi was wide-eyed and trance-induced, which made Mandy even more enthusiastic in her tirade:
'And Brad, a real dirty fucker, says they like giving tit fucks, we've all got good tits, so god knows how many tit fucks we'd get as well, and he said they want to make the 3 of us jump up and down in front of all of them and have a tit bouncing competition.
Mandy was really into her stride and very excitable as she came to the end of her rave:
'Those big black fuckers would use us all night like proper dirty fuckers; they'd have us begging for it, he says. And he says they want to use us as their fuck toys, we'd be treated and used like slutty cum dumps, not to mention all the verbal abuse that we'd have to take from the fuckers, that's what they want to do to us Max, Brad's told me all this, I swear. Oh, I know I'm a bit hyped up, Max, but, honestly, if all them black fuckers are like Brad, I would definitely be up for something like that, I mean, if they already think we're dirty fuckers then we might as well be dirty fuckers, not point in pretending we're insulted, is there? I mean, I think we've been found out, eh, what about you, or do you think I'm mad, do you agree, or what?'
For a moment, Maxi was speechless, she could feel her heart racing, and the images in her mind of a gang of ten or more unstopable black youths pounding away at her and her mates was, to her surprise, a massive turn on. And though Maxi didn't give a direct verbal response to Mandy's frenzied rant, each knew that the other was thinking of the possibilities, and that, in spite of their 'name calling', they were both having a 'fucking well done, Gill, and a big thanks for not forgetting your mates' moment. There was a discerning, unspoken agreement that meeting up with Brad and his mates was definitely within the realms of their 'milf night' out. It wasn't a matter of 'if', it was a just a case of 'when?' and 'where?'
'Jees, I'm gobsmacked! Not sure what I think, either' said Maxi, eventually, and then asked, 'So how come he's here in your kitchen, and what now?'
'Ah, yes,' said Mandy, with a big dirty grin. 'Well you know he came up here from Nottingham to fuck slutty bitch Gill, or 'try out the goods', as she so eloquently put it, little cow. Well, Brian has asked her if she can have their ******** tonight (ha ha) because his mam's been taken down with food poisoning, and he doesn't want their ******** hanging around at the hospital all night with him'
'Oh, is she all right?'
'Yeh, but they're keeping her in till tomorrow. Anyway, as I was saying, Brian's dropping their ******** off, so she called me, told me some of what I've told you - but Brad's told me loads more - and I told her to put Brad in a taxi and give this address, and here we are'
'Little slut, wait till I see her.' Maxi couldn't help seeing the funny side. 'I bet she's as sick as fuck now, serves her right, little cow, hope her fucking dildo breaks down as well.' Both giggled a bit after Maxi said that. In spite of them 'slagging off' Gill, both Maxi and Mandy wanted in on the action and had to admit to themselves that their interests had been piqued and the more they were told the more they were becoming sexually aroused.
'Now, though,' said Mandy, 'what are we going to do about Brad? To be honest, I could do with a really good fuck, especially after what Brad's been telling me, he even talks good sex, god it's made me so horny, and if Ray wasn't coming back tonight, I swear, I'd be cumin on Brad's big, black cock tonight, I've already told him that.'
(There was a few moments silence where Mandy heisted, as if wanting to say something, but not sure how to start.)
Max, before you got here, I let Brad get my tits out, and I can tell you, his tongue did majic with my nipples, look, they're still erect.'
'Fuck!' Said Maxi, as Mandy exposed her tits and big, stiff nipples.
'That's when he told me about him and his mates love giving white-tit fucks, I felt his cock, it's fucking massive, and he told me he wants to fuck my married, white pussy. I was tempted to agree to a quicky with him in the kitchen, but Ray will be in early tonight, he'll want to fuck tonight, no doubt, and I don't think I'd be able to hide the fact that a big black cock's been there before him.'
'Yes, I can imagine it would be a bit difficult!' Said Maxi, half amused and half sympathetic to Mandy's bad luck.
'It's fucking typical,' griped Mandy, 'normally Ray would have gone fishing tonight and stayed out, but this fucking comedy night has gone and spoilt that, he'll be home tonight, I swear Max, if Ray was away tonight Brad would already be in between my legs, I know the three of us have done some slutty stuff, Max, but I mean it, I'd be ten times the slut Gill is if Ray wasn't here. But I need to get Brad out before Ray gets home, so that means you'll have to take him to yours.'
'But I've only got one bedroom,' said Maxi in a feeble attempt at a protest; not wanting to sound too eager about being the beneficiary of Mandy and Gill's misfortune, 'and he's too big to be comfortable on the settee, it's only a two seater.'
'Are you fuckin' kiddin' me, Max?'
'What?' Although Maxi had every intention of going back to her flat with Brad, she was trying to appear naïve, but was enjoying the pressure she was under to let Brad stay at her flat, and was holding out to be pushed a bit more.
'Let me put it as fucking bluntly as I can, eh!' Said Mandy, 'your hubby is away from home till Monday, yeh?'
'Mmm, yeh.' Said Maxi, as if she was wondering what Mandy was getting at.
'Yeh! Well, tonight there's a fucking big black stud with a fucking big cock in my kitchen who likes fucking white, married women going to waste, and I can tell you this, a young, 6ft black stud with a big cock is gonna give you a night of fucking you'll never forget, your orgasms will be so intense they'll blow your head off - the only problem is that Pete will never be able to satisfy you after you've had a big, fit black bull fucking you stupid all night. And besides, you and Brad, if he ever stops fucking you, that is, can talk about arranging something with his mates and us, cos you know we're all going to go through with it, don't ya, perhaps we can go down to Nottingham, we could tell our hubbies that we're going to see a show or something, eh!' At that, Mandy could see that Maxi had totally capitulated
'Ok,' said Maxi, 'he can stay at mine.'
Mandy smiled at Maxi, gripped Maxi's short skirt by the waist band at either side of her waist and pulled it up about another inch or so, and said, 'let's hitch this up a bit more and show Brad a bit more of them famous legs. Lucky cow, promise you'll tell me all the dirty details, and I mean, details?'
'Course I will, and I'll make sure there'll be plenty to tell, purve!' Said Maxi.
'Yeh, and make sure you arrange something convincing with them for meeting up, we can book somewhere for a few days!'
'I intend to, make no mistake about it.' Said Maxi.
At that moment, Brad walked into the living room, and said, 'I was beginning to feel a bit lonely in there on my own, and I could hear everything you said anyway, so I might as well join in the conversation.' Again, his eyes focused on Maxi, he'd obviously noticed her skirt had been hitched up and he raised his eyebrows in admiration of her superb legs, which wasn't lost on her, she could see a certain confident arrogance about him and she knew he was thinking "oh, I'm definitely going to be the one fucking your sweet, white, married pussy tonight, no doubt about it whatsoever." He was dead right, of course. Mandy said, 'Right, you two better get going, but while you're here, Max, I'll nip up stairs and get you your lippy that I borrowed, then you can get going.'
When she left the room to go upstairs, Brad moved over the Maxi and put his right hand on the inside of her right thigh and slid it slowly upward towards her pussy and said, 'I just know you gunna be an awesome fuck, we're gunna see a lot more of each other.'
'I know,' said Maxi, trembling with excitement.
'Mine won't be the only black cock this is gunna get, will it?' He slid his hand up her thigh until he'd touched her pussy and caressed her clit over her knickers, which made her shudder with excitement.
'No.'
'I aint using no condom, I'm barebacking you tonight.' He said, with extreme confidence.
'Ok.' Said Maxi, submissively.
'I'm gunna enjoy being in your husband's bed, fucking the cuckolds shit out of his wife.' He said with a dirty grin.
'Me too.'
He then took a step a back once again to admire the view and take in that awesome body just as Mandy came back into the room with the lippy. She handed it to Maxi and said, 'better be on your way, see you tomorrow. Have fun!' And she led them to the front door and watched the two of them get into Maxi's car and drive off to her crib which was about to become a fleshpot for the night.
It was just after 11.30pm when Maxi turned the car into the garage that was under the flat. Maxi had decided to take Brad to a pub a few miles outside of the city to find out a bit more about him and his mates, as well as get a bite to eat.
They both got out of the car and Maxi slipped her flat shoes off again and put on her high heels, she typed in the code to the communal door and they made their way up the stairs to the flat door, she unlocked the door and both stepped into the flat where Maxi hit the light switch, took Brad by the hand and led him into the main room. Maxi instinctively moved her hand to Brad's massive bulge, and as she felt how hard and massive his cock was she thought about some of the mischief the milfs got up to on their nights out, but difference was that Maxi was not even tipsy, and felt more sluttier that she'd ever felt, and liked it, a lot!
Her mind wondered to the dozen or so extra marital shags in backs of cars, against walls, and even at a few parties that they'd had between them. However, this was the first time that Maxi had ever brought another man back to the flat and into the marital bed. But rather than give her any feelings of guilt or apprehension, the multiple taboos added to her reckless excitement.
In fact, she was so reckless, she could hear herself saying to Brad:
'Not only am I going to get fucked by another man in the marital bed, but I'm going to be cheating with a man who got to be at least 25yrs younger than my husband, and what's even more exciting for me is that me and you are going to have an all-nighter; I just know I'm in for the hottest, steamiest and messiest night of bareback sex, and it's with a big randy black man. And the excitement didn't end there for me, I know you want me fucking all your black mates who, like you, are fascinated by white wives. I've got no illusions about my role tonight and all the nights to come, I know you're priming me and my friends the ultimate white wife gangbang, I know you're all craving white pussy, and you're all going to get it from us three.'
Brad and Maxi were kissing heavily at the same time as she was dirty-talking him; he had her pinned up against the wall and he said to her, 'There was supposed to be two of us come up tonight to fuck your mate Gill, but Nev, my mate, got called into work about an hour before we set off. What do you think the situation would have been if he'd been able to make it up here tonight?' He asked.
She liked the way Brad was talking to her and she understood now why Gill had encouraged these black youths to talk dirty and to get them to say outright, no-holds-barred, what they wanted to do to us. The thought of being their week-end white slut was almost overwhelming and she tried to imagine what her husband's would think of her having 10 black boyfriends who take turns at using his hot wife as their personal cum dump while he's away from home. There was no doubt in her mind that if Brad's mate had been there too, she would have been up for taking the two of them on.
She grinded her pussy on to Brad's crotch and said: 'Oh, I suppose he's as demanding as you, eh, would he have insisted on barebacking me as well?'.
'Course, that's how it'll be for you, and your two mates.'
'In that case,' said Maxi, in between pressing her lips on his, 'my pussy and bed sheets would be twice as spunky as they're going to be tonight.' Then she thought for a moment, grinned right up to his face, and said, 'Well, my husband will be away till Monday, it could still happen, y'know. And before you ask, the answer is 'yes' every one of your fucking black mates will get a chance to fuck me here in this bed when my husband's away, so it's probably best if there two or three of you together each time.'
Maxi had never felt so sexually excited in all her life, she was becoming incorrigible, and was loving all the dirty talk, which suddenly reminded her about her promise to Mandy. She put her lips to Brad's ear and said, ' And you can tell your mates that Gill was right, the three of us white wives are prepared to take all the black -cock punishment that you and your mates can dish out, and you and your mates can ask me anything you like about our sex lives and I'll tell you everything.
It was obvious Brad liked the bit about the milfs' telling all about their sex lives, he seemed to like comparing himself to her husband, and Maxi was very happy to be compliant. 'Time to christen the marital bed,' said Maxi. 'Now, lets me and you get really fucking dirty; oh, god, I fucking love it that my husband works away from home.'
At that, Brad brought both his arms down, and firmly eased them between Maxi's thighs and prized them apart as he physically lifted her off the ground and forcing her thighs to rest on his hips. He sat her on his arms as she wrapped her own arms around his neck and widened her legs further so that the wet patch on her knickers was now pressing against his very, very stiff cock. She told him how she liked the feel of his black hands on her arse and said, 'c'mon then, take me into the bedroom and turn me into a black-cock whore that you can pass round your mates'.
*****
It was Monday 3.30pm when Pete turned his car into the drive under his flat, 'good, Max's cars not here,' he said to himself. As he checked the time he smiled, and then mumbled, 'just after 3.30pm, excellent, Max won't be home from work for another 2 hours'. Normally, it would be well after 8.00pm when he'd get back from London, but the preparations for the Olympic games had prevented his team of Industrial Window Cleaners from entering into central London, so after making the necessary arrangements he was able to start his journey home just after 8.00am and get back early for once.
Even though he had plenty of time, he quickly alighted from the car, grabbed his luggage bag, unlocked the communal door and rushed up the stairs. He stopped at his flat door to catch his breath, inserted the key and stepped into the flat hallway. He listened for a moment, then called 'Max' (just to make sure), and when there was no answer he chucked his bag beside the washing machine in the kitchen and looked to see if there was any washing - specifically sheets from the bed, and Max's underwear. But, as he half expected, he was to be disappointed again. Nothing! Just a few towels, a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. 'Damn!'
Maxi was oblivious to Pete's sex fantasy, which was to see, or hear, his wife getting fucked by other men. She was also ******* that Pete didn't have to work away so often, there was local work he'd been offered but refused because he wanted to create more opportunities for his wife to cuckold him. He'd even secretly sneaked back to spy on his wife a few times, but, frustratingly, he never saw her bring another man back to the flat. 'Why aren't you getting yourself fucked while I'm away? All these opportunities I give you; fucking hot wife like you should be cuckolding me while I'm away, can't believe anyone with such a hot body doesn't get herself fucked by other men, I've seen men swarm round you, you should be fucking other men, regularly. Fuck! Fuck!'
Even in his disappointment, the images he'd conjured up in his mind of his wife getting fucked by other men began to give him a semi-erection and he had to adjust his trousers. He then made his way into the bedroom, looked at the tidy, pristine kingsize bed, and knew instinctively that he was going to get no joy; he could smell the clean fresh sheets. Though it didn't stop him imagining his wife lying naked on the bed, ready to have sex with another man.
Finally, he turned his attention to the 4-way-plug socket that he'd purchased about 6 months ago, which was placed between the bed and the small bedside draws. He fumbled in his pocket and took out a small Philips screwdriver that was connected to his key ring. He then turned the 4-way-plug over and loosened the screw to reveal a listening device with a 2 Gb SD card in the slot. He took out the SD card, felt in his pocket and brought out another 2 Gb SD card and placed it in the slot, screwed the plug back together, placed it back in its original position and went back into the kitchen to get his laptop from his travel bag.
He took his laptop into the living room, opened it and switched it on.
'Oh, please, please, let there be something on here, please let me hear my wife being fucked by another man, please!'
When the laptop booted up, he keyed in his password and waited for a few seconds for all the programmes to fully load. He then slotted in the SD card and within seconds he was invited to open the Surveillance File's folder. He knew it wasn't Max's turn to have her friends stay over, so he was anticipating further disappointment at seeing nothing more than the usual 10-15 sound files that recorded the odd cough or other innocuous sounds from Max on her own. When the program wizard popped up inviting Pete to open the Surveillance File folder he staggered in amazement.
'Whah! What the fuck!'
The message read:
*************
"D*****M Surveillance File has 2062 audio files"
Date 07/06/13
Summary time log:
Audio file (1) 23:57
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. . . . . . . (all way to file 2062)
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Audio file (2062) 06:19
Total hours: 6hrs 22mns 14scds:
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It made him tremble with excitement and anticipation, his mouth was dry and his fingers were uncontrollably shaking:
'Six hours and twenty-two minutes continuous activity. Fuck, yes!' he could hear himself saying. 'From midnight till after six in the morning, oh god, please, please be ...' Just then, a horrible thought occurred to him. 'What if Max and her friends had stayed at the flat on Friday? That would account for it, wouldn't it?' Then he tried to rationalise, 'No, they've never been up to till after six, oh, c'mon Max, please be a slut.' Afraid of further disappointment he became reluctant to open any of the audio files.
However, within a few seconds, he composed himself, and in the hope of bringing himself good luck he went straight to file (1979) (the year Maxi was born. Next is (1968) year he was born), closed his eyes and double clicked file (1979). 'Jackpot!' The sounds instantly sent him into raptures of ecstasy.
Audio file: (1979):
"(Brad) You fucking slut, am gunna cum in your fucking white cunt again, aahh, aahh, fuck, fuck ... (just audible over Maxi's screams and moans) ... ah, you love nigga cock, don't ya ... "
Audio file: (1968):
"(Maxi) Oh, that's it, fucker, fucking use me, fucking pass me round ya black fuckin' mates, c'mon, fuck it, fuck, fuck it hard, just fuckin' use it. God, am fuckin c'min again, oh, oh, fuck, am gunna cum on that fuckin big black cock, you fucker ... "
... and on it went, each file he clicked brought up new treasures ...
The excitement was so intense that he felt he wouldn't be able to think straight till he'd had chance to listen to all the action, so he copied the files to his laptop, deleted the SD card. He then cleared up any trace of him having been home, picked up his bag and headed for his car and drove to the city's Travelodge, booked a room and called Maxi to tell her he'd be late home and not to wait up.
It was a little after 2.00am by the time Pete had finished playing, and constantly replaying, the audio files of his wife being bounced and pummelled around the bedroom by a young black stud. He was also sexually fascinated by his wife's dirty, filthy mouth and their no-holds-barred 'pillow talk', where she talked about being black gangbanged, having black youths spunk all over her and doing things to her that her husband could only dream of.
At long last, his wife was cuckolding him to young, fit blacks, Brad had already made him the butt of lewd jibes and taunts, and soon there'd be no less than 10 black youths, outrageously encouraged by Max, making vulgar taunts about her hubby's performance and how his cock measures (literally) up to theirs. Even better, from what he'd heard, Gill and Mandy would be getting the same treatment (poor hubbies, we should form a club!); he couldn't have wished for more, it was the ultimate.
He packed away his laptop and collected his things ready for his short journey home, and as he did this he pondered over the minor problem that would need resolving as soon as possible; to discretely upgrade his spy surveillance to a quality spy cam.
I have just done a simple cut and past of this story. None of this story is my work. Would like to see one of you, better than me, witters add to this story.
Administrator I believe I have posted this correctly but this is my first story (Mine or other wise)posted. Any advice for doing it better in the future would be appreciated.
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Friday night was normally 'milf night', but for the last few Friday's Gill hadn't been joining Maxi and Mandy. Gill, Maxi and Mandy, aka the milfs, regularly hit the town on a Friday which ended as a stay-over, mostly at Mandy's for convenience, but occasionally they would get to slum at one or the other's house.
The respective husbands were OK with this arrangement and it usually meant the affected husband having to relax in another bedroom as the milfs, quite often, arrived home in the early hours tipsy and somewhat animated, and all would fall asleep in the one bed. Gill's husband, Brian, was always in bed by the time they got to her house, so all their carousing was frustratingly limited.
Occasionally, Ray, Mandy's husband, bivvied when he went carp fishing on Fridays and would come home on the following Saturday night, which meant the milfs could let themselves go a bit more on such occasions. However, the best and most boisterous stay-overs were always at Maxi's flat as Pete, her husband, worked away from home every Friday till Monday. Also, the flat below Pete and Maxi's was owned by a couple who spent six months a year running their business in India, which had its benefits in terms of private parking space and no worries about making too much noise.
Mandy is the youngest of the milfs at 32, she is 5'4 has brown hair, blue eyes and, like the other two, is a real looker. She's a bit thinner than Maxi and Gill, but has the biggest tits of the three. Gill is the prettiest and looks much younger than her 33yrs, she's got blonde hair and green eyes, and at 5'2 is small, but beautifully proportioned, with tanned skin and a cheeky, mischievous way about her that the men seem to love. Maxi is the oldest at 35yrs, but has a body to die for. At 5'5 she has long, black curly hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. Her tits are fairly large, but not as large as Mandy's, but her nipples are big, thick and pert. She has absolutely fabulous legs, which is a legacy from her professional dancing days.
The milfs have been mates for over ten years, and for the last year they've started going out with each other, mostly on a Friday night. They've frequently visited night clubs, and there's never been a night out when they've failed to be swarmed by men trying to get off with them. They've always looked out for each other, and between them there's been a few (but not that many) one night stands, knee tremblers, fucks in cars and parties, but they've always arranged it so that they're able to watch out for each other. They're well aware - and they love it - that the young men in the city that know, or know of, them have made it their (hopeless, for the most part) mission to 'fuck one of the milfs'.
Domestic circumstances had changed Gill's schedule over the last few weeks as she'd been going through a separation with her husband; it appeared he'd had a bit of fling with the dance instructor where their ******** attended weekly dance classes. It would seem, however, that Gill hadn't taken things too much to heart and said she was ok with the separation, and told Maxi and Mandy that circumstances had given her the opportunity for a bit of 'like-for-like revenge', which, over the last four Fridays and weekends, when Brain had their ********, consisted of Gill getting nocturnal visits from the dancing teacher's ex-boyfriend, who'd found out about the affair, and other, nocturnal, visits which she said she'd tell them about later!
During that time, Mandy and Maxi had only spoken to Gill a few times on the phone, but were able to glean that she was, to paraphrase her own words, getting plenty of cock, and was 'loving every inch', but would catch up soon and give them all the 'dirty' details. She'd also hinted that she'd been speaking to a few people and had told 'them' (but didn't expand on 'them') all about "you two sluts", and said that 'they' (again no more information about who 'they' are) were interested in meeting up and having a party. She told the milfs she'd meet up soon and explain all.
Friday finally came around and Maxi was almost finished getting herself ready for her night out with Mandy when subsequent events put the kibosh on their planned evening. The idea was for Maxi to get a taxi to Mandy's; they'd have a few drinks, then take a taxi into town and end up back at Mandy's for the night. Ray was going to a comic night with his mates but would come straight home as he was going fishing early the next morning, and their kids were staying over at his mother's. But about half an hour before Maxi ordered a taxi she got a call from Mandy telling her that the night would have to be called off, but could she still drive herself over to the house because Mandy needed to ask a favour.
Maxi was disappointed as she always looked forward to 'milf night', but she was very intrigued as to why Mandy wouldn't reveal any details about the 'favour' she needed. And what was even more curious was that Mandy had asked Maxi what she was wearing, and when Maxi told her she was wearing short skirt t-shirt and high heels, Mandy's reply was, 'perfect, come like that.'
Maxi pulled up outside Mandy's at about 8.30 ish, alighted from the car and slipped her flat shoes off and put on her high heels, she straightened her short, black skirt and t-shirt then walked toward Mandy's house door. Mandy must have been watching out for her because she'd opened the door just as Maxi was about to let herself in.
Mandy looked like she'd been ready to go out but then had changed back into loose clothing; her hair had been done, she was still wearing make-up and perfume, and Maxi thought that she looked a little bit flushed and 'hyper' and behaved as though she'd been drinking, but there was no smell of alcohol and Maxi had seen her ***** enough times to know that she hadn't had a drink tonight. When Maxi stepped inside Mandy took her arm and led her into the front room and said; 'I need you to do me a big favour'.
'What? What's the matter?' said Maxi
At that, Mandy took Maxi's hand and headed into the kitchen, and as they stepped inside the kitchen, Maxi caught site of a tall, athletic-looking black youth of about 19 or 20yrs old. He was leaning against the freezer with a drink in his hand, and then stood upright and faced Maxi square on, he was about a 6 or 7 inches taller than her, had broad shoulders, and she could tell he was a frequent user of the gym.
'This is Brad,' said Mandy.
'Hi Brad,' said Maxi as she took in his good looks and fit looking body, and though she's used to men staring at her, she found this guy an instant turn on, and she could see by the way he was looking at her that he was thinking something along the same lines about her.
'Hi Maxi, wow, you look hot,' said Brad, as he kind of puckered his lips and let his eyes travel up and down her body several times as if not being able to properly decide whether he should fix his gaze and Mandy's long, shapely legs, or her tits and pert nipples showing through her t-shirt, or her lovely little arse, even though he acknowledged to himself that her face wasn't bad, either. The way he puckered his lips after studying each part of her mature, firm body assured Maxi that this guy wanted to fuck her, and she could see he was also figuring out what his chances of fucking her tonight would be; it was obvious by the look on his face that he rated his chances as 10 out of 10 - which was about the same odds that Maxi gave him.
'Brad's in bit of a pickle,' said Mandy to Maxi. 'He's come up from Nottingham, and the next train back isn't till 7.05am tomorrow morning, and he needs somewhere to stay, can you put him up for the night and take him to the station tomorrow?'
'Eh!' Exclaimed Maxi, not fully able to grasp what the question was. She looked at Brad's face which seemed to be a look of a cat that's just got the cream, Maxi knew he was thinking that her pussy would be his for the night, and she loved it. 'Just a minute,' said Maxi to no one in particular, took Mandy by the arm and said, 'can we have a word?'
'Won't be a minute.' Mandy said to Brad as she was being led back into the living room.
'Say that again,' said Maxi once they'd stepped into the living room.
'Brad's train isn ...'
'No, I know what you said, I, I, mean, what, or where... look, tell me how Brad has ended up here, and what exactly is going on.' Maxi appealed.
'Right, Brad came to visit Gill, she's joined a web sex group called, hmm, not sure, but it's something like 'B l a c k s W h o F u c k W h i t e W i v e s' - she had a huge smile on her face as she as emphasised those words - and got in contact with him and invited him up to fuck her.' Mandy still had a huge grin on her face as she said this.
'What? Gill? Phwa! Am I hearing this right? Jesus, the little slut has been busy, hasn't she?' Exclaimed Maxi.
'That's not the half of it,' Mandy said, almost unable to contain her obvious excitement, and Maxi now knew why Mandy appeared 'hyper', as she was beginning to feel the same herself. 'You'll die when I tell you what Brad's told me, they all sound like real dirty fuckers.' Mandy once again emphasized 'dirty fuckers', and made a face that made it very clear to Maxi that she very much meant it as a sign of approval.
'Dirty fuckers! Who? I mean, go on'
'She's been in contact with loads of black men, and I mean loads, Brad says she's a real dirty slut, he's been telling me about all the lewd emails and messages she sends them about being gangbanged by big black men, and about the really dirty things they message back to her, and she's stripped off for them on the web cam, she's shown them all her arse, fanny and tits and gets them to tell her what they'd do to her if they were in her bedroom while her hubby is away. Brad says she likes them all taunting her, swearing at her and calling her a white slut and dirty names. Brad is part of the group that she contacted, and she invited him up here to "try the goods out", and report back to his mates, can you fucking believe it?'
'Fucking hell,' said Maxi, 'she's depraved; she's turned into a right little bedhopper, hasn't she? You've got to love the girl, though, eh?'
'Still not finished!' said Mandy in a tone that said, "I'm keeping the best till last".
'Jesus, surely there can't be anything else, can there?' Said Maxi, wide eyed and eager to know more, she was obviously loving what she was hearing.
'Oh, yes! When she was chatting to Brad and his mates, at least ten of em altogether, and they're all black men, y'know, and Brad says the oldest is 23, well they told her that they wanted to meet up with two or three white wives that would take them all on, and she's only gone and told them that me, you and her would be up for a group session with them!'
Mandy studied Maxi's face carefully, and could see she was fascinated, and continued the theme, thus:
'And not just that, Max, she's told all them randy fuckers that we'll let them all fuck us bareback, they must think we're right dirty fuckers: they call it a 'black bulls cum inside white wives session'. Fucking hell, Max, just imagine the scene, me, you and Gill being taken to some seedy, half lit room somewhere in Nottingham and plonked on a couple of mattresses with our arses sticking up in the air, surrounded by a big gang of rampaging black youths, having their big fucking cocks running amok in our pussies, mouths and bum holes - I think I could just about manage my hubby's cock up my bum hole, not that I've ever let him do it, but I'm not sure I could manage those fucking big black one's, but don't suppose we'd be given much choice, eh?'
Maxi was wide-eyed and trance-induced, which made Mandy even more enthusiastic in her tirade:
'And Brad, a real dirty fucker, says they like giving tit fucks, we've all got good tits, so god knows how many tit fucks we'd get as well, and he said they want to make the 3 of us jump up and down in front of all of them and have a tit bouncing competition.
Mandy was really into her stride and very excitable as she came to the end of her rave:
'Those big black fuckers would use us all night like proper dirty fuckers; they'd have us begging for it, he says. And he says they want to use us as their fuck toys, we'd be treated and used like slutty cum dumps, not to mention all the verbal abuse that we'd have to take from the fuckers, that's what they want to do to us Max, Brad's told me all this, I swear. Oh, I know I'm a bit hyped up, Max, but, honestly, if all them black fuckers are like Brad, I would definitely be up for something like that, I mean, if they already think we're dirty fuckers then we might as well be dirty fuckers, not point in pretending we're insulted, is there? I mean, I think we've been found out, eh, what about you, or do you think I'm mad, do you agree, or what?'
For a moment, Maxi was speechless, she could feel her heart racing, and the images in her mind of a gang of ten or more unstopable black youths pounding away at her and her mates was, to her surprise, a massive turn on. And though Maxi didn't give a direct verbal response to Mandy's frenzied rant, each knew that the other was thinking of the possibilities, and that, in spite of their 'name calling', they were both having a 'fucking well done, Gill, and a big thanks for not forgetting your mates' moment. There was a discerning, unspoken agreement that meeting up with Brad and his mates was definitely within the realms of their 'milf night' out. It wasn't a matter of 'if', it was a just a case of 'when?' and 'where?'
'Jees, I'm gobsmacked! Not sure what I think, either' said Maxi, eventually, and then asked, 'So how come he's here in your kitchen, and what now?'
'Ah, yes,' said Mandy, with a big dirty grin. 'Well you know he came up here from Nottingham to fuck slutty bitch Gill, or 'try out the goods', as she so eloquently put it, little cow. Well, Brian has asked her if she can have their ******** tonight (ha ha) because his mam's been taken down with food poisoning, and he doesn't want their ******** hanging around at the hospital all night with him'
'Oh, is she all right?'
'Yeh, but they're keeping her in till tomorrow. Anyway, as I was saying, Brian's dropping their ******** off, so she called me, told me some of what I've told you - but Brad's told me loads more - and I told her to put Brad in a taxi and give this address, and here we are'
'Little slut, wait till I see her.' Maxi couldn't help seeing the funny side. 'I bet she's as sick as fuck now, serves her right, little cow, hope her fucking dildo breaks down as well.' Both giggled a bit after Maxi said that. In spite of them 'slagging off' Gill, both Maxi and Mandy wanted in on the action and had to admit to themselves that their interests had been piqued and the more they were told the more they were becoming sexually aroused.
'Now, though,' said Mandy, 'what are we going to do about Brad? To be honest, I could do with a really good fuck, especially after what Brad's been telling me, he even talks good sex, god it's made me so horny, and if Ray wasn't coming back tonight, I swear, I'd be cumin on Brad's big, black cock tonight, I've already told him that.'
(There was a few moments silence where Mandy heisted, as if wanting to say something, but not sure how to start.)
Max, before you got here, I let Brad get my tits out, and I can tell you, his tongue did majic with my nipples, look, they're still erect.'
'Fuck!' Said Maxi, as Mandy exposed her tits and big, stiff nipples.
'That's when he told me about him and his mates love giving white-tit fucks, I felt his cock, it's fucking massive, and he told me he wants to fuck my married, white pussy. I was tempted to agree to a quicky with him in the kitchen, but Ray will be in early tonight, he'll want to fuck tonight, no doubt, and I don't think I'd be able to hide the fact that a big black cock's been there before him.'
'Yes, I can imagine it would be a bit difficult!' Said Maxi, half amused and half sympathetic to Mandy's bad luck.
'It's fucking typical,' griped Mandy, 'normally Ray would have gone fishing tonight and stayed out, but this fucking comedy night has gone and spoilt that, he'll be home tonight, I swear Max, if Ray was away tonight Brad would already be in between my legs, I know the three of us have done some slutty stuff, Max, but I mean it, I'd be ten times the slut Gill is if Ray wasn't here. But I need to get Brad out before Ray gets home, so that means you'll have to take him to yours.'
'But I've only got one bedroom,' said Maxi in a feeble attempt at a protest; not wanting to sound too eager about being the beneficiary of Mandy and Gill's misfortune, 'and he's too big to be comfortable on the settee, it's only a two seater.'
'Are you fuckin' kiddin' me, Max?'
'What?' Although Maxi had every intention of going back to her flat with Brad, she was trying to appear naïve, but was enjoying the pressure she was under to let Brad stay at her flat, and was holding out to be pushed a bit more.
'Let me put it as fucking bluntly as I can, eh!' Said Mandy, 'your hubby is away from home till Monday, yeh?'
'Mmm, yeh.' Said Maxi, as if she was wondering what Mandy was getting at.
'Yeh! Well, tonight there's a fucking big black stud with a fucking big cock in my kitchen who likes fucking white, married women going to waste, and I can tell you this, a young, 6ft black stud with a big cock is gonna give you a night of fucking you'll never forget, your orgasms will be so intense they'll blow your head off - the only problem is that Pete will never be able to satisfy you after you've had a big, fit black bull fucking you stupid all night. And besides, you and Brad, if he ever stops fucking you, that is, can talk about arranging something with his mates and us, cos you know we're all going to go through with it, don't ya, perhaps we can go down to Nottingham, we could tell our hubbies that we're going to see a show or something, eh!' At that, Mandy could see that Maxi had totally capitulated
'Ok,' said Maxi, 'he can stay at mine.'
Mandy smiled at Maxi, gripped Maxi's short skirt by the waist band at either side of her waist and pulled it up about another inch or so, and said, 'let's hitch this up a bit more and show Brad a bit more of them famous legs. Lucky cow, promise you'll tell me all the dirty details, and I mean, details?'
'Course I will, and I'll make sure there'll be plenty to tell, purve!' Said Maxi.
'Yeh, and make sure you arrange something convincing with them for meeting up, we can book somewhere for a few days!'
'I intend to, make no mistake about it.' Said Maxi.
At that moment, Brad walked into the living room, and said, 'I was beginning to feel a bit lonely in there on my own, and I could hear everything you said anyway, so I might as well join in the conversation.' Again, his eyes focused on Maxi, he'd obviously noticed her skirt had been hitched up and he raised his eyebrows in admiration of her superb legs, which wasn't lost on her, she could see a certain confident arrogance about him and she knew he was thinking "oh, I'm definitely going to be the one fucking your sweet, white, married pussy tonight, no doubt about it whatsoever." He was dead right, of course. Mandy said, 'Right, you two better get going, but while you're here, Max, I'll nip up stairs and get you your lippy that I borrowed, then you can get going.'
When she left the room to go upstairs, Brad moved over the Maxi and put his right hand on the inside of her right thigh and slid it slowly upward towards her pussy and said, 'I just know you gunna be an awesome fuck, we're gunna see a lot more of each other.'
'I know,' said Maxi, trembling with excitement.
'Mine won't be the only black cock this is gunna get, will it?' He slid his hand up her thigh until he'd touched her pussy and caressed her clit over her knickers, which made her shudder with excitement.
'No.'
'I aint using no condom, I'm barebacking you tonight.' He said, with extreme confidence.
'Ok.' Said Maxi, submissively.
'I'm gunna enjoy being in your husband's bed, fucking the cuckolds shit out of his wife.' He said with a dirty grin.
'Me too.'
He then took a step a back once again to admire the view and take in that awesome body just as Mandy came back into the room with the lippy. She handed it to Maxi and said, 'better be on your way, see you tomorrow. Have fun!' And she led them to the front door and watched the two of them get into Maxi's car and drive off to her crib which was about to become a fleshpot for the night.
It was just after 11.30pm when Maxi turned the car into the garage that was under the flat. Maxi had decided to take Brad to a pub a few miles outside of the city to find out a bit more about him and his mates, as well as get a bite to eat.
They both got out of the car and Maxi slipped her flat shoes off again and put on her high heels, she typed in the code to the communal door and they made their way up the stairs to the flat door, she unlocked the door and both stepped into the flat where Maxi hit the light switch, took Brad by the hand and led him into the main room. Maxi instinctively moved her hand to Brad's massive bulge, and as she felt how hard and massive his cock was she thought about some of the mischief the milfs got up to on their nights out, but difference was that Maxi was not even tipsy, and felt more sluttier that she'd ever felt, and liked it, a lot!
Her mind wondered to the dozen or so extra marital shags in backs of cars, against walls, and even at a few parties that they'd had between them. However, this was the first time that Maxi had ever brought another man back to the flat and into the marital bed. But rather than give her any feelings of guilt or apprehension, the multiple taboos added to her reckless excitement.
In fact, she was so reckless, she could hear herself saying to Brad:
'Not only am I going to get fucked by another man in the marital bed, but I'm going to be cheating with a man who got to be at least 25yrs younger than my husband, and what's even more exciting for me is that me and you are going to have an all-nighter; I just know I'm in for the hottest, steamiest and messiest night of bareback sex, and it's with a big randy black man. And the excitement didn't end there for me, I know you want me fucking all your black mates who, like you, are fascinated by white wives. I've got no illusions about my role tonight and all the nights to come, I know you're priming me and my friends the ultimate white wife gangbang, I know you're all craving white pussy, and you're all going to get it from us three.'
Brad and Maxi were kissing heavily at the same time as she was dirty-talking him; he had her pinned up against the wall and he said to her, 'There was supposed to be two of us come up tonight to fuck your mate Gill, but Nev, my mate, got called into work about an hour before we set off. What do you think the situation would have been if he'd been able to make it up here tonight?' He asked.
She liked the way Brad was talking to her and she understood now why Gill had encouraged these black youths to talk dirty and to get them to say outright, no-holds-barred, what they wanted to do to us. The thought of being their week-end white slut was almost overwhelming and she tried to imagine what her husband's would think of her having 10 black boyfriends who take turns at using his hot wife as their personal cum dump while he's away from home. There was no doubt in her mind that if Brad's mate had been there too, she would have been up for taking the two of them on.
She grinded her pussy on to Brad's crotch and said: 'Oh, I suppose he's as demanding as you, eh, would he have insisted on barebacking me as well?'.
'Course, that's how it'll be for you, and your two mates.'
'In that case,' said Maxi, in between pressing her lips on his, 'my pussy and bed sheets would be twice as spunky as they're going to be tonight.' Then she thought for a moment, grinned right up to his face, and said, 'Well, my husband will be away till Monday, it could still happen, y'know. And before you ask, the answer is 'yes' every one of your fucking black mates will get a chance to fuck me here in this bed when my husband's away, so it's probably best if there two or three of you together each time.'
Maxi had never felt so sexually excited in all her life, she was becoming incorrigible, and was loving all the dirty talk, which suddenly reminded her about her promise to Mandy. She put her lips to Brad's ear and said, ' And you can tell your mates that Gill was right, the three of us white wives are prepared to take all the black -cock punishment that you and your mates can dish out, and you and your mates can ask me anything you like about our sex lives and I'll tell you everything.
It was obvious Brad liked the bit about the milfs' telling all about their sex lives, he seemed to like comparing himself to her husband, and Maxi was very happy to be compliant. 'Time to christen the marital bed,' said Maxi. 'Now, lets me and you get really fucking dirty; oh, god, I fucking love it that my husband works away from home.'
At that, Brad brought both his arms down, and firmly eased them between Maxi's thighs and prized them apart as he physically lifted her off the ground and forcing her thighs to rest on his hips. He sat her on his arms as she wrapped her own arms around his neck and widened her legs further so that the wet patch on her knickers was now pressing against his very, very stiff cock. She told him how she liked the feel of his black hands on her arse and said, 'c'mon then, take me into the bedroom and turn me into a black-cock whore that you can pass round your mates'.
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It was Monday 3.30pm when Pete turned his car into the drive under his flat, 'good, Max's cars not here,' he said to himself. As he checked the time he smiled, and then mumbled, 'just after 3.30pm, excellent, Max won't be home from work for another 2 hours'. Normally, it would be well after 8.00pm when he'd get back from London, but the preparations for the Olympic games had prevented his team of Industrial Window Cleaners from entering into central London, so after making the necessary arrangements he was able to start his journey home just after 8.00am and get back early for once.
Even though he had plenty of time, he quickly alighted from the car, grabbed his luggage bag, unlocked the communal door and rushed up the stairs. He stopped at his flat door to catch his breath, inserted the key and stepped into the flat hallway. He listened for a moment, then called 'Max' (just to make sure), and when there was no answer he chucked his bag beside the washing machine in the kitchen and looked to see if there was any washing - specifically sheets from the bed, and Max's underwear. But, as he half expected, he was to be disappointed again. Nothing! Just a few towels, a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. 'Damn!'
Maxi was oblivious to Pete's sex fantasy, which was to see, or hear, his wife getting fucked by other men. She was also ******* that Pete didn't have to work away so often, there was local work he'd been offered but refused because he wanted to create more opportunities for his wife to cuckold him. He'd even secretly sneaked back to spy on his wife a few times, but, frustratingly, he never saw her bring another man back to the flat. 'Why aren't you getting yourself fucked while I'm away? All these opportunities I give you; fucking hot wife like you should be cuckolding me while I'm away, can't believe anyone with such a hot body doesn't get herself fucked by other men, I've seen men swarm round you, you should be fucking other men, regularly. Fuck! Fuck!'
Even in his disappointment, the images he'd conjured up in his mind of his wife getting fucked by other men began to give him a semi-erection and he had to adjust his trousers. He then made his way into the bedroom, looked at the tidy, pristine kingsize bed, and knew instinctively that he was going to get no joy; he could smell the clean fresh sheets. Though it didn't stop him imagining his wife lying naked on the bed, ready to have sex with another man.
Finally, he turned his attention to the 4-way-plug socket that he'd purchased about 6 months ago, which was placed between the bed and the small bedside draws. He fumbled in his pocket and took out a small Philips screwdriver that was connected to his key ring. He then turned the 4-way-plug over and loosened the screw to reveal a listening device with a 2 Gb SD card in the slot. He took out the SD card, felt in his pocket and brought out another 2 Gb SD card and placed it in the slot, screwed the plug back together, placed it back in its original position and went back into the kitchen to get his laptop from his travel bag.
He took his laptop into the living room, opened it and switched it on.
'Oh, please, please, let there be something on here, please let me hear my wife being fucked by another man, please!'
When the laptop booted up, he keyed in his password and waited for a few seconds for all the programmes to fully load. He then slotted in the SD card and within seconds he was invited to open the Surveillance File's folder. He knew it wasn't Max's turn to have her friends stay over, so he was anticipating further disappointment at seeing nothing more than the usual 10-15 sound files that recorded the odd cough or other innocuous sounds from Max on her own. When the program wizard popped up inviting Pete to open the Surveillance File folder he staggered in amazement.
'Whah! What the fuck!'
The message read:
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"D*****M Surveillance File has 2062 audio files"
Date 07/06/13
Summary time log:
Audio file (1) 23:57
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Audio file (2062) 06:19
Total hours: 6hrs 22mns 14scds:
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It made him tremble with excitement and anticipation, his mouth was dry and his fingers were uncontrollably shaking:
'Six hours and twenty-two minutes continuous activity. Fuck, yes!' he could hear himself saying. 'From midnight till after six in the morning, oh god, please, please be ...' Just then, a horrible thought occurred to him. 'What if Max and her friends had stayed at the flat on Friday? That would account for it, wouldn't it?' Then he tried to rationalise, 'No, they've never been up to till after six, oh, c'mon Max, please be a slut.' Afraid of further disappointment he became reluctant to open any of the audio files.
However, within a few seconds, he composed himself, and in the hope of bringing himself good luck he went straight to file (1979) (the year Maxi was born. Next is (1968) year he was born), closed his eyes and double clicked file (1979). 'Jackpot!' The sounds instantly sent him into raptures of ecstasy.
Audio file: (1979):
"(Brad) You fucking slut, am gunna cum in your fucking white cunt again, aahh, aahh, fuck, fuck ... (just audible over Maxi's screams and moans) ... ah, you love nigga cock, don't ya ... "
Audio file: (1968):
"(Maxi) Oh, that's it, fucker, fucking use me, fucking pass me round ya black fuckin' mates, c'mon, fuck it, fuck, fuck it hard, just fuckin' use it. God, am fuckin c'min again, oh, oh, fuck, am gunna cum on that fuckin big black cock, you fucker ... "
... and on it went, each file he clicked brought up new treasures ...
The excitement was so intense that he felt he wouldn't be able to think straight till he'd had chance to listen to all the action, so he copied the files to his laptop, deleted the SD card. He then cleared up any trace of him having been home, picked up his bag and headed for his car and drove to the city's Travelodge, booked a room and called Maxi to tell her he'd be late home and not to wait up.
It was a little after 2.00am by the time Pete had finished playing, and constantly replaying, the audio files of his wife being bounced and pummelled around the bedroom by a young black stud. He was also sexually fascinated by his wife's dirty, filthy mouth and their no-holds-barred 'pillow talk', where she talked about being black gangbanged, having black youths spunk all over her and doing things to her that her husband could only dream of.
At long last, his wife was cuckolding him to young, fit blacks, Brad had already made him the butt of lewd jibes and taunts, and soon there'd be no less than 10 black youths, outrageously encouraged by Max, making vulgar taunts about her hubby's performance and how his cock measures (literally) up to theirs. Even better, from what he'd heard, Gill and Mandy would be getting the same treatment (poor hubbies, we should form a club!); he couldn't have wished for more, it was the ultimate.
He packed away his laptop and collected his things ready for his short journey home, and as he did this he pondered over the minor problem that would need resolving as soon as possible; to discretely upgrade his spy surveillance to a quality spy cam.
