The interracial sex party is now being arranged

I’m reeling now as a group of close friends agree to see my wife get black bred

I know a few of you have made comments on the future as you see it for me. Some of you appear to have been drawn in cuckoldery too. I did not even know this existed as a part of a relationship until recent events unfolded. I’m not sure I’m going along with it because I want to, but feel if she is to stay put with me, then I have to play along. My worries do stay the same though, in that the big black stud will knock her up and I will be ridiculed when she is pregnant with a black baby.
Yes, ok. I know I have a tiny useless cock and it’s now in enforced chastity, but maybe it will be released, when they have got bored with me?

I was at my work in the office and there was a call for me. I took the call and it was Leanne, my wife. She seemed happy, as she always does since she met the huge African man. She said she needed new stockings, suspenders and sexy black underwear for the forthcoming party.
I asked, what party?
“Doh, idiot. The sex show party. Did you forget?” She complained.
I thought,oh no, surely this is not for real.
As from the last story, the old gardener friend of mine had confirmed he and 7 other guys had said ok to this.
I sort of played her and told her to go ahead with her shopping. She told me she would leave in the afternoon and take Masala to the Mall with her, to help choose the sexy clothes. She was now not focused on the call. Several interruptions and muffled speaking. She appeared to be busy now? The call just ended as it was hung up. Her last words were very breathy and heavy, with a very low male voice in the background?

I called my old friend (Tom)and said that the ‘arrangement’ was a joke, yes. He confirmed that it was not a joke and they had all chipped in a grand. It had been sorted by the huge nigga, as he put it. I said it would be my downfall as a respected business man, amongst piers. He again reminded me that I’d had a chance to control her or stop her, and I had failed to do that. So, the group were now looking forward to an interracial ‘breeding’ night.
He told me “ the big nigga has given us a list of clothes she can wear and we have had to choose. Out of this we were not sure if white or black underwear went best. But in the end the good photographer in our group said black goes best. I’d shown him the photos I took of them, when she wore the blue dress and pearl beads knickers. She is very pale white skinned, so that helps to highlight his ebony blackness. It sort of nods to he already owns her and she is in his blackness.”
I sweated out ,“photographer?”
Tom quickly responded,“yes, we are paying a lot of money for this. It needs to be interactive for us all. Jules, you know him. He’s in IT. Well he will get the video online. We will all get photos. 2 of the group want some of her pussy pubes and his dick pubes. A few want her hair. All of us want his spunk and her pussy juices. One weirdo, lol, wants her milk. A few undiclosed so far want a private lick of her jizzed up pussy. A few again private withheld want time with his dick. The big man said. We all have to worship her.”
“What’s this about breeding then? I nervously enquired.
“Yeah, that’s the best part of it really. Ok, it’s more than likely her eggs are fertilised by him already, has she is always full of his spunk. But the boys want to see how much cum he can fill her with. She’s going to tease us as he ejaculates his big loads deep in her, and make comments about what it’s doing to a fine and proper white lady. We will be sent regular photos as she progresses over the 9 months. Then, see her with the baby, her still stretched belly and his huge dick in the same shot. Some separate shots of her big torn cunt and swollen milkers,” He graphically spelled out.”You best prepare your cuckold speech Mick….ehehehe.”

My head was spinning. I was also paying for her clothes for this and taking them there, to the party.

I arrived home and they were out, I assumed shopping now. I went upstairs and sneaked into the master bedroom. In a sense I was fortunate the camera cable had been pulled out by them, so I could not watch them in the room, since it was not recording me being here now, I was safe to snoop about. The bed was not made and the sheets and pillows a mess, like the bedding had seen hot action recently. I sat on the musky smelling bed and looked around. The tall bed head in a soft padded material had taken several hits. Mostly in the middle of it his jizz, superglued onto it and streaked from above the pillows to 2 meters above. Lots of lines of spunk globs and linking semen had dried in neat, sometimes, then jagged pathed rouge cumlets. This big negro could cum in pints.
The headboard ruined. She must have been plastered in his swimmers. Her belly, tits, face, hair and hands.
I looked in the tell tale laundry basket. Removing the lid said it all. Whoah the stench of pure testosterone and musky, animal cum. Here the dampness of the dark, cool basket held its secrets no more. All her fancy knickers full of jizz. The crotch liners soaked and caked with the yellowy/ white man cream. Some patently taken from the stringy rear, some the wider front panel. The material fully tested by the 100mph hot baby juices. Some pants stuck together.
Her mini skirts and dresses had taken a hit too, but to a lesser extent. I’d say more, well not accidentally, but uncontrollable lust. Looked like randomly spunk fired. Maybe an over excited full balled release over her, for whatever she was doing to him? Over 6 soiled dresses, the batter was all over. The biggest load by far, and still fresh and a cup full of it, up the front of a red number, from hemline to the cleavage.He must have pulled out and let it go. It might account for the bed head stains to a degree. I do think though that they are from several hot fuck sessions between the 2 of them. I know I should not say, but wish I’d got those photos.
Looks like I can see now why she hung up at this mornings call and the mumbled chat. He must have been up her, pleasuring his nigga shaft, as we spoke. On the dresser, hung up was one of his dick straps. A leather affair. Just cross straps that circled the big shaft in 3 places. Then 3 bigger loops that fastened the member to his huge thighs. I smelled it and it reminded me of him. My head went reeling back to him making me rim his ass hole that night. I opened her secret draw and looked in to find a butt plug and blonde wig? What was that about, she is blonde already. Then as by some instinct I was drawn to licking the cold greasy cum from the filled red dress. My cock cage ached as I slurped on the Afro filth. I’m sure the warmth of my mouth reactivated the sperm into action, wriggling in my saliva as I swallowed it down. What was I becoming?