Taken or given? Part 9

Donnie thinks he can turn my wife into an actual black cock slut. I let him try. The stakes are high and we're both confident.

After the "date night" with Mark, there was a bit of a drought as putting my plans together was taking longer than I had anticipated. Then one night Sam came into the room and handed me her phone.

"Donnie wants to talk to you." She said.

"Donnie who?"

"Jimmy's brother."

"What's he want?"

"I don't know for sure, but if I had to guess, it's about me." She answered.

I took the phone. "If you're calling for Jimmy, it won't help."

"No way. I'm doing this on my own. Just please hear me out." Donnie responded.

I wasn't upset with Donnie. As far as I could tell, he just went along with what his brother had setup.

"OK, talk."

"Jimmy screwed up, I know that. When he sees something he wants, he just goes for it without thinking about anybody else. Always been that way too."

"Short sighted." I replied.

"Yeah, and it's gotten him into trouble more than once, but he's too pig-headed to see it. Always gotta be his way. This time he was convinced that your wife is a black cock slut and wanted to make her admit it."

"That didn't work out for him."

"No, it didn't, but I'm not sure Jimmy was totally wrong. I mean, the methods he used were wrong, but there were signs your wife is actually a black cock slut." Donny answered.

"So?"

"Wouldn't you like to know for sure?"

"Maybe, but that's not up to your brother to decide."

"I know. He always has to be in charge, and that's not going to work for you. But I'm different."

"In what way?"

"First, I don't pretend to know for sure. Like you, I'd just like to find out. Second, I want to work with you on this. You know Sam better than anybody, and you're her husband, so you have to be in charge."

"Let me think about it and I'll get back to you." I said and hung up.

"What was that about?" Sam asked me as I handed her phone back to her.

"Just Donnie trying to get back into my good graces." I said in a dismissive voice to hide my real intentions.

"Are you actually going to call him back, or were you shining him on?"

"We'll see."

Later I got Donnie's number off Sam's phone and called him back.

"I couldn't be completely open last time we talked because Sam was standing there listening, and I want this to be a surprise so her responses are real and not practiced." I told him.

"So you do want to find out if Sam's a black cock slut."

"Of course."

"Great!" Donnie said.

"So I'm sure you've thought about this quite a bit. How do you want to start?"

"I think we need to kind of reset and see how things go from there. So, just me to start off with; maybe at your place to keep things relaxed."

"I like that. OK, so let's talk about details."

A few days later, during dinner, I said, "By the way, I invited a friend over tonight to have a few drinks and enjoy our hospitality."

"Oh, really? Who?" Sam asked.

"You'll see."

She looked at me quizzically. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to read me.

"Do I know them?" She asked.

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy his company."

I think at that point she guessed what I had generally planned because she smiled.

"Do you want me to change before he gets here?" She asked.

"That's a great idea. Something hot, I think."

When she came back out, she was wearing a button up shirt that was tied under her tits. I don't think any of the buttons were fastened. Along with that she had on a very short pair of shorts, with the top button undone. Some people referred to this style as 'Daisy Dukes'.

"Is this OK?" My wife asked as she spun around slowly to give me look at the entire package.

"Nice." I said and patted my lap.

She sat down on me and I pulled her into a smoldering kiss. I let my hands roam over her body, but I left her clothes the way they were. I only wanted to warm her up until our guest arrived.

By the time the doorbell rang, Sam was squirming in my lap and trying to free my cock from my pants, but I wouldn't let her.

"Would you get the door, dear?" I said.

"This had better be good, mister, after getting me so worked up." She replied as she sashayed to the door.

I saw the door open and heard Donnie's voice say, "Hello there sexy."

"Donnie!" She exclaimed and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

After a few seconds, I yelled, "Hey, invite him in, you minx. Unless you plan on fucking him right there on the porch."

She pulled him inside and closed the door.

"I guess you're happy to see me." Donnie said, sliding his hand down to cup her ass.

"I had given up on seeing you again." She said. "I'm glad I was wrong."

Donnie sat down on the couch while Sam got us something to drink. She returned with a beer for us and a glass of wine for herself; a Port by the look of it. She sat down next to Donnie on the couch. There was a little small talk as we all got comfortable.

I learned a little more about Donnie. How he wanted to become a tattoo artist, but needed to find someone to apprentice with first. He was surprised to learn that I knew someone in that business and would ask around for him. If he was going to be fucking my wife, he should at least have a job, I figured.

Sam was leaning against him and running her hand up and down his bare arm. The contrast between them was erotic. Not only skin color, but size and age. He was young and very fit. I'm pretty sure he could bench press me with ease. He also had an easy confidence about him that I could see would be attractive to my wife.

He turned in her direction and bent is head down to hers. They started kissing again, but this time it was much more sensuous. However, this shortly became more urgent. Donnie untied the knot holding her shirt closed, exposing her tits and allowing him to play with them. I can see she is rubbing his cock through his pants.

Donnie pulls her shirt completely off and Sam releases his cock. A half a minute later, she is on the floor pulling off his shorts. Watching my wife taking his black cock into her mouth was a massive turn on. I moved down to the floor with her and removed her Daisy Dukes.

I quickly removed my own pants and plunged into her steaming pussy from behind. She groaned around Donnie's cock. I bet that felt good to him. I would like to say I pounded her for 10 minutes, but in reality I was already close to cumming after 10 seconds. So I pulled out to delay my climax.

"Climb onto that black cock and get yourself off." I tell her.

She didn't argue with me. "Ahhhhh" she moaned as she slowly impaled herself on his hard black shaft.

"Do you like that black cock?" I asked her.

"God yes! It feels so good." She hissed.

After a minute, her movements starting getting erratic and I knew she was getting close.

"What would your friends and co-workers think if they could see you now?" I asked.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum. Oh, oh, oh!"

"I'll tell you. They'd think you were a nasty slut. Some would never talk to you again, but most would want to get you alone so they could treat you like a fuck toy for their own pleasure." I said.

I think that pushed her over the edge, since her body went rigid and she stopped talking. It was hot watching the different muscle groups contract and relax as her orgasm swept over her body. Normally, I have a different point of view and I decided I really liked this one.

She had stopped moving now and was gasping as she clung to Donnie. He was driving his hips up and down quickly, hammering her still sensitive cunt.

"Where do you want it, baby?" He asked quietly.

"In me."

"In where? Tell me exactly where you want my nut."

"In my cunt. Cum in my cunt and fill me up." She panted.

Sam hardly ever used words like 'tits' and 'cunt' unless she was really revved up.

"OK, baby. Here it comes!" He roared and thrust up into her a final time.

"Oh fuck, I can feel you squirting in me!" Sam moaned as she came for the second time of the night.

After they both recovered a little, we moved to the bedroom where we could all be more comfortable. Sam cleaned off Donnie's cock with her mouth and got him hard again. Meanwhile I fucked her messy cunt, pushing out some of his jism. There wasn't as much friction now, but it still felt divine and it wasn't long before I was adding my semen to the mix.

Donnie turned my wife over onto her back and moved between her open legs. She purred as he eased his stiff prick into her leaking cunt. He fucked her in the missionary position for quite a while and then turned her over onto her hands and knees. Watching Sam's hanging tits swing and bounce around as he pounded her athletically was so hot.

When she couldn't stay in that position anymore, he flipped her over onto her side and lifted one of her legs up onto his shoulder. I could tell by her moaning she was completely enjoying getting fucked sideways. Donnie was really giving it to her. Their bodies were shiny with sweat. Sam's hair was sticking to her face. She never looked hotter to me.

After what seemed like a long time, Donnie began speeding up, pistoning in and out of her steamy box like a well oiled machine. Even at my fittest, I could not have matched his stamina or pure power. My wife's body shook as another orgasm overcame her - the 5th of the evening so far. He was surpassing my expectations.

Finally he came inside Sam again, filling her up with his youthful semen. My wife may have cum again; or maybe she had never stopped and it was all one long orgasm. A few minutes later she announced she was going to take a shower. She didn't like being sweaty.

"I'll join you." Donny said.

Sam didn't object, and off they went into the on-suite bathroom. I was thirsty, and figured they were probably too, so I went to the kitchen to get some refreshments. When I got back to the bedroom, they were still in the shower, so I peeked in to see what they were up to.

Donnie's body was lathered up, and Sam was slowly jacking his semi-erect cock as he leaned over and sucked on her tits. It looked like he was also fingering her twat as well, but I couldn't tell for sure due to the limited view I had. I sat back down in the bedroom and opened my beer.

A few minutes later I heard the shower stop, followed by some giggling from my wife. They returned, naked, a minute after that.

"Did he fuck you in the shower?" I asked.

"No, he's too tall to make that work." Sam answered.

"Or you're too short." I said.

"Shut up, you." She replied playfully.

Donnie laid down on the bed, his now fully erect dick sticking up obscenely.

"Wanna ride?" He asked my wife.

"Ready to go again so soon?"

"Ah, the joys of youth." I said. "Go ahead. I know you want to."

She flashed me a smile and got onto the bed. She crawled over to him and threw her leg over his body, straddling him. Then my lovely wife reached back, grasped his hard, black cock, and guided it into her oh-so-ready cunt.

"Ahhhhhh" She moaned as she slid down onto his throbbing prick. "God that feels so good."

"Your hot white pussy is perfect for my black cock. It fits like a glove. A wet, hot velvet glove." Donnie responded.

She pumped him slowly, stopping to grind her clit on his pubic bone once in a while. She didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"Loving that virile, black cock, honey?" I asked.

"Oh fuck, yeah. It's just what I needed."

"Maybe we'll do this again sometime." I said in an off-hand way.

"God, I hope so. I could get used to this." She sighed.

Donnie smirked at that exchange. From his point of view, things were going very well indeed. I'm sure his ego was telling him that all he needed was more time, and then she'd be 'his'. The thought both excited and horrified me.

I noticed her white pussy cream collecting at the base of his cock. It looked like milk froth or whipped cream. That only happens when she's extremely aroused. With my cock now hard again, I got the lube and joined them on the bed.

"I've just gotta have that ass." I said as I worked some lube into her back door with my finger.

I pushed her forward onto Donnie's chest. "Oh God!" She moaned.

I lubed up my cock liberally and the head against her little rosebud. I pushed gently, but it was clenched closed tightly.

"Relax." I told her. "It's going to feel really good soon."

I pushed more forcefully and paused with just the head inside, to allow her to get used to the intrusion. My wife doesn't do anal very often, although I planned on changing that soon.

Once she stopped panting, I pressed forward a bit, then back. I repeated that a couple more times until my thighs were pressed up against her butt cheeks. The feeling was incredible. Not only tight, but I could feel Donnie's cock buried in her pussy.

We started fucking her together now, taking alternate strokes so that one of us was always in her. This was so fun that I wished we could do it all night. But I knew I wouldn't last for more than a couple of minutes, enen though I had already cum once that evening.

Sam was making all kinds of noises, but nothing even resembling words. The pleasure she was receiving seemed to have shorted out that part of her brain. But Donnie and I still had the ability to speak.

"I think the slut likes this." I grunted.

"Yeah, she's a real cock hound." Donnie said. "I think she's gonna cum again."

"If she passes out, do you wanna stop?"

"Nah, I'm sure she'd want us to finish."

"Of course, sluts want to please their cocks even more than cumming." I said.

Not only did we not get any objections from Sam, but her body went stiff as she climaxed for the 6th time that night. It was a strong one too that lasted longer than normal. She didn't pass out, although she was pretty passive afterwards.

I came not long after that, squirting what little I had left into her lower bowels. I pulled my softening cock out of her ass with a 'plop', but Donnie was still going strong. I don't know how it does it. I don't think I ever had that level of control.

Sam was kind of a rag-doll by now, so her flipped her over, without ever removing his cock from her hole, and began fucking her with long, powerful strokes. He was working up a good sweat again. Her head was rolling around in what looked like an uncontrolled fashion, while her limp arms and legs twitched randomly.

It almost looked like she was having an epileptic fit. The more I thought about it, that was a good analogy. Although in this case it was being caused by the pleasure centers in her brain firing constantly and overwhelming everything else, including her motor control center.

Donnie continued to nail her to the bed, hard and fast, and my wife continued to thrash around in a nearly unconscious bliss. It was so hot it made my cock twitch. I knew I couldn't get hard again so soon, but damn, this was the closest I'd come to doing that since I was Donnie's age.

I think at some point she came again, but it was hard to tell. Maybe she was actually cumming continuously. I supposed it didn't really matter in the end. Donnie finally shot his load, the third of the night, into her well used cunt, his gluts clenching.

He rolled off of her, and she turned onto her side. Then he spooned up against her from behind and put his arm over her protectively, much the way I did every night. I left them to their tender moment and wandered into the kitchen. I drank some water and snacked on a couple of cookies.

When I returned, they both appeared to be sleeping. No wonder, after that furious fucking. So put on some shorts and returned to the living room to watch some TV for a while before I had to give Donnie the heave-ho. I settled back in the recliner and that's the last thing I remembered until I heard moaning and suddenly woke up.

What the fuck?

I looked at my watch. I had only been snoozing for about an hour. I went to check on Donnie and Sam, and what I saw surprised me. They were still on their sides, spooning, but Donnie's ass was moving slowly back and forth. One hand was playing with Sam's tits while the other was being used to prop up his head.

"How can you be hard again?" She asked softly.

"I can't help it; you're so fucking hot." He answered.

"I don't think I can take much more of this." She whined.

"Oh, I think you can." He said. "And you will still want more when I'm finished."

"Fuck! What are you doing to me?"

"Only what you want done, baby. Only what you want."

I had not anticipated that they would go for another round, but I decide to wait until they were finished before I asked Donnie to leave. He was definitely not staying the night.

I didn't hear much more from the bedroom after that, so he must have not gotten too energetic. Sam's body was probably just too sore. About 30 minutes later he came out, his cock at half mast. Didn't he ever tire?

"She's all fucked out for now, but don't worry, she'll be ready to go again by morning." He said as he pulled on his clothes.

"How do you think it went?" I whispered.

"Actually even better than the way I thought it would." He said softly. "I think next time I should bring Porter."

"You think she's ready for that?"

"Oh yeah. She'll eat him up. You'll see."

"Don't get overconfident." I warned him. "My wife is a complicated woman."

"No worries, man. It's a good plan. Just trust me on the timing."

He left and I returned to my bedroom. Sam was asleep on the bed, liquid dribbling out of her puffy cunt. It looked and smelled like a whorehouse, or at least what I imaged a whorehouse would be like. But I didn't want to wake her, so I just snuggled up behind her and eventually drifted off to dreamland.