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My wife and I had been married for three years and our sex life had always been mundane at best and then her interests in it became even less. We still had sex occasionally but it was obvious that it just wasn’t doing much for her. It had always been that my cock was just too small to really give her an orgasm. I was endowed with about four inches at my hardest and my wife, Tammy, had already had a first husband before me that had stretched her to where mine didn’t really even do much more than would a finger.

After a great nite at a local club with too much to drink I walked off and left my hubby. A black guy offered me a lift home in his car. I fell asleep, when I woke up I was in a black guys club surrounded by huge black guys. To drunk to do anything I gave in to there orders. I stood on a pool table and stripped to some heavy rock music
When I got home the next day, my pussy was sore (but not as much as my ass and mouth)

Chapter 1

Even almost a year after I did it, I don't know why I responded to the unsolicited e-mail that appeared in my Inbox one evening. (I don't call the stuff "spam", because unlike the e-mail garbage, real Spam is useful stuff). Anyway, I did read it, out of boredom or whatever, and because of that simple action, my life was changed forever.

When my wife came home that evening, she had a jeweled ceremonial dagger with her. She took it out of her purse and set it on the kitchen counter with a wicked grin. She obviously wanted me to inquire about it, so I raised my eyebrows at her and asked, “What’s that for?”

She giggled, running her hand lightly over its length. “It’s a little something we whipped up at the meeting. I’ll show you in bed. I think you’ll like it.”

For the better part of two years now my wife Kay and I have been having threesome dates with a doctor friend of hers I’ll call Ted. A typical date will go something like this. We’ll go out to dinner on Saturday and then to a movie. Ted is always careful to sit on Kay’s left in the theater. Once the lights go down he slides a hand onto Kay’s bare thigh while I sit by passively with an uncontrollable erection in my pants. Sometimes, if the movie is dull and the theater uncrowded, they’ll even kiss and caress each other like a couple of horny teenagers.

It had been a wonderful party, the mood was excellent, most of us were a little drunk - or more than a little. Most guests had already left but all eight couples of our "inner circle" were still there.

It was close to midnight, the music was playing in the background and actually nothing was happening any more - but nevertheless nobody really wanted to leave.

Suddenly Judith said " we should do something kinky."

That was not unusual for our group of friends as several parties had turned into erotic parties in the past.

"How old are you, Donald? Dr. Perry asked.

"Forty-five," Donald responded.

"Why are you here? What do you expect to get from our sessions?"

"Well," Donald answered, "as I'm sure Song Lee has told you, we are looking for a way to salvage our marriage."

Song Lee is Donald's wife. His second marriage, her third.

Terri and her husband had a very active sex
life. Terri was always as she said, hot and
ready for a shake in the hay. Bob her husband
was very active also and besides having Terri
in bed also had his share of extra women.
Some of Terri and Bobs hottest sex was when
Terri would tell Bob as they were having sex
of how someday she was going to have him
castrated which was a favorite fantasy of Bobs.
When Terri would tell Bob this as they were
fucking in bed it was only a matter of seconds
before Bob would blow his load.

Terri knew this and delighted in squeezing Bobs

To begin my tale, let me tell you something of my gorgeous wife and myself. Ana is a tall (5’8”), very shapely, beautiful woman with an olive complexion. Her hair is so dark it’s almost black with eyes to match. She has long, shapely legs and her breasts are of a size that bikinis were designed for with pert little dark brown buds for nipples. She’s never born a child, so her hips are full with firm ass cheeks and curve very nicely from her waist. Her honey spot is covered with black, silky hair that has been shaved except for a small patch above the slit.

I have been married to my wife Jana for nine years and up to about two years ago we have led a pretty normal life. We did what most married couples did. We went to work, enjoyed each other's company, and found pleasure in each other's arms, remaining faithful to one another. We were very happy with the arrangement, until about two years ago when things were set in motion to put us in the lifestyle we live today.

They say that the seventh year of marriage is the most critical. If the couple goes through 7 years together, they're likely to stay together forever.

It's a fantasy:

My wife (50+) and her girl friend (40+) bind me on the bed; pleasing each other over
my body. moaning and squirting pussy juice over my face, then sitting on my cock and
restles seeking to get their orgasms shortly before I could get mine ... letting me lick
their wet pussies after being exposed to my throbbing cock ... finally making me come
and sucking every drop of my cumming and exchanging it be deep kissing each other ...

In the not-so-distant future, world "governments" are becoming more and more powerful. Other governments still exist, but they are becoming less and less sovereign as the world government passes more taxes and regulation in the name of "humanitarian progress." The world is becoming more and more like China, in the sense that rights are no longer something everyone is born with, and more like a privilege the government grants you, and it will take it away if it sees it fit for the greater good. This type of utilitarianism creates some problems, particularly for me.

I hate pop-ups! You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Those damned advertisements that suddenly appear on your screen when you're surfing, even when you've done nothing to invite them. I never read them, let alone make any sort of response other than closing them as quickly as possible. In fact, the reason we use Netscape for surfing is that it has a built-in ability to suppress pop-ups, unlike Internet Explorer.

It had always been a fantasy of mine, to have my wife become a prostitute. I think many guys fantasize about their wife selling their bodies to others, or at the very least watching them with other individuals. My fantasy doesn't just stop at having her be a prostitute though; no, I wanted to see her be a whore for large groups of men.

Chapter One: The Grand Tour

Lucy assured me she'd look after me as we headed down
the long driveway of the country house that now served
as the black cock club resort. She had started coming
here once a week the previous month but this was to be
my first visit. As we parked the car and headed up the
steps towards the front door there was nothing about
the building to give away its unusual purpose. There
was, however a completely naked brunette waiting by the
door!

Lucy had briefed me about the many strict rules of the

CHAPTER 1

I am an extreme lifestyle cuckold. My wife Lucy has a
regular black lover, and regularly parties with others,
at home an at the club. All her friends do too. We
don't have time for a life outside cuckolding, except I
go to work to pay the bills during the weekdays. I
never make love to my wife. In fact she never touches
me in a sexual way at all. We love each other very much
and are both very satisfied, but we achieve that in an
unconventional way. She has her lovers and we are
members of an interracial club where she gets big black

**ONE**

Stephen Accepts His Fate—Sort Of.

"Oh don't be such a baby, Steffie," my wife said,
pausing while putting on her lipstick. "It's not like
you even use the silly little things anymore."

I had come upstairs to the bedroom with the boots I'd
just polished. Her boyfriend Max would be by shortly to
take her out for the evening and there I was the
obedient house-husband helping her get ready, just like
a good chastity sissy should.

"But...but twice a month..."

Diana turned from the mirror and I felt my breath

It all started when I went to the doctor’s office for a pinched nerve in my neck. He proscribed steroids and told me to come in later in the week to have my yearly physical. I was in a hurry to get to a meeting and in my rush I left my journal in the examination room. In the journal I wrote about my love for sex. I wrote that I would orgasm 5-6 times a day. I wrote sexual secrets about my tiny penis and my love for humiliation. I wrote about my love for porn, skinny dipping and streaking. He had all he needed to get me into real trouble.

After my love found she could even cuckold me out in the open and not only would I not leave her I was even aroused by it she knew I was hers to use as she wished. She used to 'go out with the girls' on Friday nights. She often came home looking used but we never talked about it. Then one Friday she came home so drunk she didn't care if I found out. In fact, she lay on our bed and directed me to clean her up. She held my face in her pussy until we both came me spurting in our bed.

Everything had been going great. Heather and I had been, I guess, the typical high school sweethearts – although I'm not quite sure how I got to be that lucky. She was one of the more popular girls at school and I was more of an average teen guy. I wasn't a geek but I was certainly no jock, and I never thought that she would think of me in a romantic way until we had a few classes together early our senior year and started going out. Things took off really well and we decided, not coincidentally, to go to the same college.

Ten reasons a sissy Crossdressing Gryl is better.

1. Your real girl friend or wife spends most of her time wearing pants, sneakers
(or flats), a tee shirt and a scowl. Your sissy girlfriend wears high heels,
pretty dresses or skirts and sometimes nothing but a bra and a smile!!

2. Sexy lingerie. Your sissy girl friend will love to model sexy lingerie for
you. You can buy it for her, or she will buy anything you desire to see her in.

3. Your sissy girl friend does not think giving you a bj is demeaning or

It was early June but the weather was becoming unseasonably warm. Blame it on el
Nino, I guess. Jo's drinking had also started getting heavier but I don't know
what internal climate caused that. Maybe I should have tried harder to learn.
Instead, I ended up making occasional snide comments and being a lot more of an
irritant than a help. I don't know why I do these things, but they just seem to
keep happening.

On a Friday night at the end of the first week of June, we celebrated the end of
my work week by having a good meal and a lot to drink. Too much to drink. I

Several years ago I had a relationship with a woman named Jo. It lasted, on and
off, for over a year. It was on and off because, though she was beautiful, Jo
was flaky and also had some major substance abuse problems. She had a soft, sexy
figure but no one would think of her as overweight. Jo had soft brown hair,
hazel eyes and an ass that would grab any man's attention from a block away. But
her finest physical feature was her breasts.

Jo's breasts were not huge, but they were larger than most. Their shape was