A new routine

A new routine As has become the norm on a Saturday night I knelt down in the front room, the door wide open looking out towards the front door, as I heard the taxi pull up around midnight. I adjusted the black silk panties my wife Sara always orders me to wear when she goes out to find herself a 'real man? to make sure my hard cock made a little tent for her to humiliate. I checked back over my shoulder to make sure the seams of my black stockings were straight and breathed in deeply as I heard the patter of my wife's six-inch ?fuck me 'stiletto heels on the drive. In my head I was already expecting the front door to open and Sara to turn and look at me disdainfully, crook her index finger and, with the front door still open in case the neighbours could hear, order me to ?crawl over here bitch and clean up a real man's mess!? However, as I was thinking this I thought I heard other footsteps on the drive. I put it down to my imagination but when the front door opened, Sara stepped inside and then turning towards the porch whilst gesturing in my direction, grinned and said: - ?This is my sissy husband. Isn't he just pathetic?? she laughed. I froze as a big muscular black man poked his head round the door and, laughing out loud, stated: ?Oh fuck, yeah, that is sad. Look at the little boner he's getting in his panties!? I flushed bright red as I noticed the sheer delight on Sara's face at the humiliation she was causing me, as she closed the door. We had talked numerous times when she returned from her weekly ?cock-hunt? about the prospect of her bringing one of her studs home to fuck in our marital bed but I hadn't expected it that night. My wife told her guest to go on through to the front room. ?Get us some drinks, Sissy. A white wine for me and a beer for my stud. Now, bitch!? ?Yes Mistress Sara.? I stammered, getting up to run into the kitchen. Sara soon put me straight on that, slapping me hard round the face before I could go past her. ?Crawl on all fours like the little bitch you are, in front of your superiors!? By the time I got back with the beer (on all fours of course), she had her stockinged leg draped over her bull and was freeing his huge, hardening ebony cock from his jeans. I looked up in awe at the sheer size of the monster in her hand as I passed the beer to my cuckolder with a wimpy ?Sir?. ?Don't just kneel there staring at his magnificent cock you little faggot. Get me my wine, bitch!? Sara demanded. When I came back in the sight had become worse ? but even hornier ? as Sara had now squatted down on her high heels between his legs and was sucking that huge black cock in long slurps, her deep red lipsticked lips wrapped around that prick, her eyes wide open and looking up at her stud like a little puppy, begging for his appreciation of her work. He stroked her hair and told her: ?That's it slut, suck that big black cock, you dirty fucking whore!? I felt so humiliated hearing another man call my wife names as she sucked his cock ? something she had steadfastly refused to do for me throughout our marriage ? knowing that she was actually getting off on being called a slut and a whore. Sara took her mouth off the cock momentarily and had a quick slurp of her wine. ?Get your head up here, sissy, and watch your cocksucking whore of a wife take this big black cock down her throat!? I knelt up to get a good view and within a few minutes could not believe it as Sara stopped sucking the cock and turned to me; she pulled my head towards her and began to give me a deep throat kiss! I thrust my tongue in her mouth before she withdrew and with a big grin on her face asked me: ?You like the taste of a real man's cock, don't you sissy faggot?? I could only nod but Sara wanted more. ?Say it bitch. Tell me how much you love the taste of my boyfriend's cock!? I repeated her words as they both laughed at me. Sara grabbed the cock and sucked it, looking up again at her stud before releasing, turning to me and suggesting that ?I bet you wish you could suck this big black cock, don't you faggot?? I knew what Sara wanted and repeated in the affirmative. She gave me another long, tongue filled kiss and then ordered me to get beneath her and tongue her asshole. ?Get it nice and wet, ready for this black cock.? Her stud laughed. ?Oh fuck. Is your husband really gonna go down and ream you in readiness for my dick? Is he really that much of a wimp?? Sara moaned a ?Yes, he's totally pathetic and under my thumb? in between mouthfuls of black cock. Meanwhile, I followed my orders and began licking my wife's gorgeous arse for all I was worth. She had let many of her real man boyfriend's fuck her in the arse purely because it turned her on that I, in four years of marriage, never had, and yet a guy that had known her for only a few hours got exactly what all men wanted when Sara sashayed past them, wiggling that horny tight arse of hers. Soon, she was on all fours in the middle of the front room, her slutty black leather skirt she had made me buy her pushed up over her arse, begging her stud to ?fuck the arse off me?. She ordered me underneath her so that I could get a good view and, as she desired, so that those big black balls could slap against my chin as he fucked my wife in the arse. My cock was rock hard by now in my panties as those balls did indeed buttress up against my face as the stud pummelled my wife's arse with her screaming the place down, begging him to: ?Fuck my arse. Fuck it in front of my sissy husband. Show him what a total fucking slut his wife is for big black cock!? I could only hazard a guess as to what the neighbours must think as he made Sara cum whilst fucking her arse and she screamed out in ecstasy. ?Oh, fuck yeah, so much bigger and better than my tiny little wimp husband!? I knew it couldn't be long before Sara's black stud shot his load and as he seemed to get closer, Sara turned her head and asked him to 'take it out and wank it off all over me. I want all your hot jizz covering my leather skirt and stockings!? He withdrew and began to wank himself off. From my vantage point beneath my wife I saw the first jet spurt come out and then heard the sound of hot cum hitting black leather and my wife's arse. He jerked a couple of shots down onto her stockings and I felt a ribbon of cum hit beneath my chin before finishing off on her arse and skirt once more. When he had finished, Sara nudged me with her leg and told me to get up. She turned around and took the black cock that had been in her arse in her mouth, but not before looking at me and demanding: - ?Lick all that real man spunk up, you cuckold faggot. Show my stud what a total fucking wimp you are and eat his fucking load!? I eagerly got behind her and began licking her cum covered arse, lapping the thick white cream from her black leather skirt and stockings as she sucked greedily on his big black cock. When I had cleaned up, Sara told me her and her stud where going upstairs to the master bedroom to carry on and I could sleep on the couch. She looked at me haughtily, standing there hands on hips and asked if I had a problem with that. ?No, Mistress Sara.? I meekly replied. There was just one more humiliation Sara wanted to put me through before her and her stud went upstairs for a hard fucking session. She kicked off her high heeled shoes and pushed them towards me. ?Show my boyfriend how totally pathetic you are. Sit on the heel of one of my shoes and stick your worthless sissy cock in the other one and fuck it!? Sara knew I had a thing about her high heels and that I couldn't resist this opportunity, even if it meant I was going to humiliate myself in front of another man. I positioned myself to take the heel up my ass and put the other one over my cock. I had barely begun to bounce on the six-inch heel when I looked up at my wife and her stud and humiliatingly pleaded for permission to cum. ?What a wanker!? my wife's stud said as Sara grinned from ear to ear. ?Fine, Sissy,? she said. ?But if you do, you will have to drink it all up like a good little sissy whore. And I want you to beg to be allowed to do it!? I shot my load and looked up at my wife begging for some understanding. She tapped her stockinged foot on the floor. ?I'm waiting, bitch.? ?Please, Mistress Sara. Can I eat my spunk from your high heeled shoe?? She made me say it louder not once or twice but three times so that she could be sure the neighbours would hear my humiliation before allowing me to pour my own sissy spunk down my throat. As they left me in the front room, a sticky cum filled mess, I had the feeling that Sara had just established a new Saturday night routine!