Taken or given? Part 10

My wife continues down the dark road to becoming a black cock slut, but I'm not worried about losing her.

The next morning I woke up with my wife's warm lips wrapped around my hard cock.

"Oh, good, you're awake." She purred. "Sorry, but I couldn't resist."

"Never apologize about giving me a blowjob."

She smiled and slid up to give me a kiss. That didn't surprise me as much as when she threw her leg over me and moved on top.

"Didn't you get enough last night?" I asked.

"I guess not."

He pussy felt hot and slick as she slid down my pole. A look of pure pleasure was plastered on her face and her nipples were hard. I pulled her forward and sucked one into my mouth.

"Yessssss" She hissed.

I was glad that I gotten up earlier to take a piss, otherwise this would have put uncomfortable pressure on my bladder. Now I was free to enjoy my wife's ride.

"Donnie was right." I mumbled.

"About what?"

"He said you'd be ready to go again by the morning."

"Cheeky bastard."

"But if he were here right now, you'd be riding him instead of me." I said.

She didn't say anything, so I spoke up again. "Isn't that right?"

"Probably. I bet you'd enjoy that."

"Oh, not as much as you, I'm sure. But who's to say I wouldn't join in?"

"God, that was so good when you both were in me at the same time." She said, now grinding her clit against my pubes.

"I have to admit, that was more fun than I thought it would be." I said.

"Hmmm, so much cock at once."

Mental note to self: more of that in the future. In fact, maybe I could arrange a DP night with multiple men. What would that be called, a DP gang-bang? That needed more brain cells than I had working at the moment, so I shelved the idea temporarily.

"Fuck, such a hot wife." I said.

"So, you like having a slut for a wife?"

"No, I like having a wife that can be a slut."

There wasn't much talking after that because we were busy kissing, moaning, and cumming. What a great way to start the day!

Over the next couple of days my wife told me that while she still preferred Jimmy's thicker cock, Donnie was a better lover. She said that was because he was more attentive to her needs. Eventually though, she admitted it was also because of his stamina and short recovery time, which Sam said rivaled even younger men.

"Do you think you could handle two men like Donnie?" I asked one night after sex.

"God, I don't know." She sighed. "But I think it'd be fun to try!"

I couldn't help thinking it would be hot to watch her try. As it turned out, I didn't have to wait long. A few days later Donnie called me to say that he had talked to his cousin, Porter, and they were both available the next night. From how insatiable Sam had been lately, I knew she was more than ready, so I told him we were on.

I told Sam the next morning that a friend was celebrating his birthday that night and I wanted to treat him to a nice steak dinner as a present. She asked who it was.

"You'll see."

Now she knew I was planing something fun for her. "Have I met them before?"

"Yes and no." I answered enigmatically.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?"

"Come on, you love it."

"Maybe."

Since we were going to a more upscale place, Sam chose to keep her attire more on the classy side, but still hot. She had on a white, button-up blouse. Under that was a black bra that showed through under the right lighting. Under the black pencil skirt, she was wearing only a thong over her naked pussy. Her lovely pale legs were bare as well.

The drive was only about 10 minutes, and when we arrived, we ran into Donnie in the lobby. Sam greeted him with a hug and a kiss. Not the kind that said' I want to fuck you right now', but the kind that promised fun later.

Donnie then introduced us to his cousin Porter. Sam smiled and offered her hand. Belying his age, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it. I wondered if he had been coached by Donnie. At his age, I certainly wasn't that smooth. I quickly sized him up.

Porter was a little shorter than his cousin, and not quite as ripped, but still in very good physical shape. He had a lean build and I doubted he had any extra fat on his body. I'm not a good judge on men's looks, but I know what my wife likes and I thought she'd find him cute, in a boyish way. He definitely looked too young to me, even though Donnie swore he just had celebrated his 18th birthday.

Sam must have been having similar thoughts, because she looked at me questioningly after he kissed her hand. I just smiled back in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. My name was called at that point and we were led to our table.

I sat across from my wife, leaving Donnie and Porter on either side of us. Donnie explained that Porter had just turned 18 the day before, and he wanted to help Porter celebrate by giving him a few new experiences. Sam seemed to be surprised at his age, since like me she thought he looked younger, but she quickly recovered.

"What kind of experiences?" She asked.

"Like eating at an expensive steakhouse like this." Donnie said. "He has 4 brothers and his parents are working class people, so they couldn't afford to go to places like this when he was growing up."

"Nice. What else did you have in mind?" I asked.

"White pussy." Donnie said.

Both men were looking at my wife to see how she'd respond. She looked down, a big smile on her face and a blush spreading up her neck. It was so cute, and sexy.

"Oh!" She said.

"I think all black men should experience white pussy at least once, don't you think so, Peter?" Donnie asked.

"Absolutely. What do you think, Porter?" I asked.

"Yeah, I can't wait." He said as he eyed my wife.

"So do you have something lined up?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. I have my eye on some first class, juicy white meat that I'm sure he'll never forget." Porter said, still looking at Sam.

"Outstanding." I said just as the waiter arrived.

The conversation the rest of the meal was more subdued, but there was a constant sexual tension that I'm sure even the waiter could detect. Donnie and his cousin had big Prime Ribs, I had the Porterhouse, and Sam got by on the Petite Fillet.

Donnie and Porter had to stick with soft-drinks, but I had the house Stout and Sam had a couple of glasses of wine. Enough to loosen her up, but not enough to make her sloppy drunk.

After I settled up the rather impressive bill, I invited the lads over to our place, ostensibly so Porter could try some really good whiskey. But we all knew what the real reason was. They had used a ride-share to get to the restaurant, so the two of them got into the back of my Mercedes with Sam between them.

Once again I used the self driving feature so that I could watch them in the rea-rview mirror. By the time I could take my first look, Sam was already in a deep kiss with Porter while Donnie worked on unbuttoning her blouse. When he finished, he started pulling it off her arm.

She broke her kiss with Porter to let them remove her blouse completely. Then she turned to Donnie and started swapping spit with him. He ran his hand over her bare tummy and then up onto her bra-covered tit. Porter followed his example. We got to an intersection, and I had to look down to take over control from the computer.

It was well lit, but I knew the tint on our windows would make it impossible for anybody to see what was going on in the back seat. But it was still fun to imagine that they could!

I looked up into the mirror just in time to see them removing my wife's bra. She looked incredibly sexy sitting topless, her nipples hard with desire, between these two black studs. The light turned green and I accelerated away. When I looked up again, her head was tilted back as she had a mouth on each tit.

As I guided the car through our local streets, I could hear moaning, kissing, and the occasional sound of a tit popping out of a mouth. Once inside the garage I turned the engine off and announced we had arrived.

My wife looked slightly disheveled and very aroused, her lips and tits wet from her suitor's mouths. Porter got out on the right side, while Donnie and Sam exited on the right. I faced my wife.

"You can't go in the house like that." I said.

She looked around for her bra and blouse, but I had other ideas. I pulled down the zipper on her skirt and pulled it down until it was at her feet. She stepped out of it, but didn't say anything. Donnie led her into the house wearing only the tiny thong. I gathered up her clothes and then closed the garage door on my way into the house.

By the time I caught up with them, my wife was on her knees in front of Porter and was pulling his pants down. I didn't really get a look at his cock before she gobbled it up. But judging by the difficulty she was having with it, I thought he probably had what it takes to satisfy her.

Donnie fished his cock out and put her hand on it. Sam stroked it as she sucked on his cousin's dick. After a bit, she switched, giving Donnie's tool some oral attention. After several more of these swaps, Porter announced he was going to cum. Sam responded by taking his cock deeper into her mouth, giving him permission to shoot his load down her throat.

After that, the three of them moved into our bedroom. They put Sam on the bed on her hands and knees so that Donnie could fuck her from behind while she suckled on Porter's prick. I wanted to join them, but when we put this plan together, Donnie argued that he could not bring out her true black cock addiction with me participating.

He also insisted that Porter would not be able to perform properly with me watching. I reluctantly agreed to his terms and walked past the bedroom door and down the hallway to my home office. What they didn't know, however, was that I had recently installed hidden cameras in my bedroom. They were slaved to my home server and I could turn them on and off as I desired.

So I settled down in my office chair to my own private porn video. As predicted, Donnie didn't last long, filling her cunt with the first load of the evening. They switched places and I noticed that Donnie never went completely soft. Oh to be young and virile again!

For the next 2 hours she was never without at least one hard cock in her cunt, mouth, or ass. Often she had two at once. They both had amazing stamina and short recovery times after cumming. It seemed to me that Sam was a little more vocal when Porter was fucking her. I think his cock was thicker, more like his other cousin, Jimmy.

"You like having two black cocks at once?" Donnie asked my wife.

"God, yes. You two are amazing."

"You're one horny slut. Betchya wish you could do this more often."

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, obviously turned on by the thought.

"I could arrange it, if you want." Donnie pressed.

"I don't know if I could handle it. You might break my pussy."

Donnie laughed. "Oh, you could handle it, all right. And more. More black cocks. More often."

At that point she came. Hard. I don't know if was Donnie's words or Porters cock pounding her pussy. Probably some of both.

But eventually all good things must come to an end. After taking my wife in every way and making her cum at least 10 times, they had reached their limit. At least for the moment. I didn't doubt that they'd be ready to go in an hour or two, but I didn't want to push Sam to hard at this time. So I walked to the bedroom and told them their time was up.

Porter looked a little disappointed, but he still had a smile on his face you couldn't wipe off with a right cross. Donnie looked quite pleased with himself. I did have to admit that so far, Sam was continuing down the road to becoming a true black cock slut. But she wasn't there yet.