Taken or given? Part 12

My wife's sexual issues are complex and becoming clearer to me, but Donnie insists on continuing to prove she's only after black cock.

My wife had never talked much about her sexual experiences before we met, either saying there wasn't much to tell, or changing the subject. I didn't push her, thinking that she'd tell me when she was ready. Now, I knew there was something to tell, but it was still like pulling teeth to get her to open up.

After relating to her what John had told me, she confirmed that the rumors were basically correct, but incomplete. She filled me in on some of the details, but unfortunately I can't repeat them here because of their ages at the time.

But to give you an idea, imagine a scene where a young woman (over 18) is standing between two 18 year old men. The one in front is her boyfriend, and behind is her brother. Her brother is holding her hands up above her head. Her tube-top has been pulled up over her tits, and her shorts are down around her ankles. Her tits are wet with her boyfriend's spit, and he is crouched down trying to get his tongue between her pussy lips.

Now imagine a similar scene, but with both men's pants down as well and the boy- friend trying to remove her shorts completely. I'm not saying that's exactly what happened to my wife, but it's possible something similar did, if you know what I mean.

This does explain much of my early dating history with Sam and the slow pace of our sexual relationship. At the time I was content with it because she was so fun to be around. It gave us time to become best friends before we were lovers, and is one of the reasons our love is still so strong.

I'm thinking now that every time I pushed into new sexual territory, it reminded her of Cory. And Cory reminded her of Mitch. And that scared her. And now all those repressed feelings are surging to the surface in a kind of sexual tidal wave.

Or she could just be a depraved slut that has been hiding that side of herself for years without me noticing, and now she's decided to let it out. I can be a blind idiot when it comes to my wife, so I can't rule that out.

But I need to know for sure. So I decided to let Donnie continue to execute his plan while I pursued a parallel, but different path. I derived my plan from something called Exposure Therapy.

When someone has a phobia, say fear of heights, therapists will use a technique where they gradually expose the person to the thing they fear. After every exposure, they talk about what they felt and why. This leads to a greater understanding of the source of the fear, and eventually the ability to withstand it. So while they never lose the fear, they can conquer it so that it no longer controls their life.

So, yes, while I was enjoying the benefits of this plan myself, I was also trying to stabilize our future relationship. I knew this was a dangerous plan, but I also knew my wife could not continue to suppress her deepest sexual urges either.

A couple of days later, I got a call from Donnie.

"I think it's time to add another guy." Donnie said. "Maybe two."

"I think she's ready for that. Who were you thinking of?" I asked.

"A couple of friends."

"Are they your age and cut like you?"

"Yeah, just the kind she loves."

"OK, but don't you want to find out if she's a genuine black cock slut?" I asked.

"Of course. That's why I want to add more men."

"I just thought that a black cock slut would take any cock, anywhere, anytime. No questions asked. If you keep feeding her exactly what she loves, you'll never know if it's your toned bodies and big cocks that she's really after, or your, shall we say, ethnicity."

"Huh. I see what you mean. Can't tell if someone is an alcoholic just because they drink all the expensive bourbon you give them. Gotta see if they'll guzzle the rock-gut too." He said thoughtfully.

"Exactly. So next time, you need to mix it up a bit. Get an older guy. Maybe someone not so fit. And they don't all have to have huge cocks, either. There has to be some black guys that are on the smaller size."

"OK, yeah, I think you're right. That's going to take a little more time to arrange, but I have some ideas."

"I don't think it should be too difficult to find candidates that are willing to fuck some fine white pussy." I said.

"Ha, ha. Not wrong about that. But they gotta be willing to follow the rules, so that makes it harder. OK, I'll get back to you when I have some guys lined up."

The following weekend we went into the city to visit Donnie at his new place of employment. Yes, this was the result of my inquires on his behalf, so I really did want to see the place. However, it was also part of his plan to test my wife.

Not wanting to tip off Sam, I hadn't told her what to wear. But it was hot, so she had on a halter top and a pair of shorts that hung low on her hips. I call this her 'inadvertently sexy' look because her primary (maybe sole) motivation was comfort.

I intentionally timed it so that we arrived near the end of his shift. Donnie was working on a young woman. She had a breast exposed and he was inking the upper part while her nipple was covered by a small towel that he was also using as a cleanup/blotter.

"Welcome!" Donnie said cheerfully. "I'm almost done here. I'll be with you in a minute."

We sat down and Sam flipped though Donnie's art portfolio, showing the kind of work he does. She pointed to several pieces that impressed her. When he was finished with the young woman, he came over to us. I shook his hand. But he embraced Sam and gave her a kiss that lingered a bit too long to be just 'friendly'.

He showed us around the shop and talked about his work for a few minutes before another artist arrived. He introduced her as Corrine and after a little small talk, we left.

"Say, my car is in the shop, can I bother you to give me a ride home?" He asked.

"No problem." I said.

Sam gave me a sidelong look that let me know she suspected something, but I acted like I didn't even notice. We walked block to our car, my wife between us and her arm around each. When we got into the car, Donnie got in the back and she started to follow him. I stopped her.

"If you want to continue this, you are his for the rest of the afternoon. I'll just be an observer. Tell me you understand." I said.

"I'm Donnie's slut for the afternoon." She said and got into the back seat with her temporary owner.

"What's your address?" I asked Donnie.

"Actually, I promised my Uncle I'd stop by today. Do you mind swinging by there first?"

"No, I don't mind. I'd love to meet your Uncle." I said.

He gave me his Uncle's address and I punched it into the navigation system. They were already making out before I put the car into gear. It was a short drive, but even then, by the time we got there, he already had Sam's halter top pulled down and was pulling on her nipples.

"We're there." I announced.

My wife pulled her top up and deftly retied it behind her neck. With her nipples trying to poke through the thin material, we all climbed out of the car. Sam looked so fuckable; his Uncle was going to enjoy this.

We were in the parking lot of a large apartment building. Donnie led us to the front doors and pushed one of the intercom buttons. The door buzzer sounded and he pulled the security door open. The interior was as simple as the exterior, but clean and well maintained.

We met a couple of men about my age walking towards us. As they passed I noticed the gave my wife a hard look, turning their heads to keep her in view as we passed by them. I couldn't help smiling.

Near the end of the hall, we stopped at a door and Donnie knocked. There was a muffled voice coming from within and then the door opened.

"Donnie boy, good to see you." He said, looking past his nephew to look at Sam. "I see you brought friends with you."

He opened the door all the way and stepped back to allow us to pass. His eyes followed my wife and I couldn't blame him. She looked like sex on legs.

Once inside, we found another man sitting in a chair and introductions were made. Donnie's uncle was named George and the other man, who we found was a friend and neighbor from across the hall, was named Benson.

Both men were about 40, so only a little older than me and Sam. George was about 6 feet tall with a small gut. Not obese, but not fit either. Benson was a little shorter and was sporting a beer belly. I wouldn't call either ugly, but handsome they were not.

After a little small talk, George said, "So Donnie, is this the white slut you've been banging?"

"Yes Uncle." He said. "Just as hot as I told you."

"We'll see about that. OK, girl, let's see those titties."

My wife looked over at me. I just nodded in Donnie's direction. She looked over at him. He looked annoyed, but nodded.

"Now!" George insisted loudly.

Sam reached behind her neck and untied the string. Then she pulled down the front of her halter top, exposing her tits to the room.

"Come over here." George said.

She stood up and crossed the room to where George stood. He palmed her tits with both hands and squeezed them roughly. Then he tugged on her nipples, causing her to say "Oh!"

"Do you like that, slut?"

"Yes." She said softly.

"What?" He said loudly and pulled harder.

"Yes!" She screamed. "I love having my nipples pulled."

"Of course you do, slut. You will love everything we do to you. Isn't that right?"

"Yes." She exclaimed.

I doubt she really enjoyed such rough handling of her tits, but she told them what they wanted to hear.

He released his hold on her nipples and said, "Take out my cock."

She undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was semi-hard, but she quickly stroked it to full size. He pushed down on her head.

"Suck it." He said.

Sam moved to her knees and took a long lick of his cock from his ball-sack slowly up to the tip. Then she took it into her mouth.

"Worship that black cock with your mouth." Donnie said.

After a half minute of bobbing on his manhood, George pulled Sam back to her feet. He reached around behind her back and pulled on the other tie holding her halter top on. The flimsy garment came loose and he tossed it aside.

He pushed her shorts down to her knees and she allowed them to fall to her ankles. Sam slipped of her shoes and stepped out of the shorts. George kicked them aside. Then he put his foot between hers and pushed them apart.

He put a hand between her legs and roughly fondled her pussy. I saw a frown flash quickly over my wife's face. He shoved a thick finger into her.

"The slut's soaking wet." He observed.

George sat back down, dragging my wife with him. She put her hand between her legs as she sat to guide his stiff prick into her.

"Ahhh. I love tight, white pussy." George said when she was fully seated. "Now just give me a good slow fuck. Make it last, girly."

Sam slid up and down languidly on his cock.

"Nice titties too." He said and sucked one into his mouth.

She had her back to me, but there was a picture on the wall behind them that was acting like a partial mirror due to the angles involved. This allowed me to see her face. I could see she was trying to enjoy herself, but was not being very successful.

Later she would tell me that he was nibbling on her nipples too hard. My wife was not into pain. "Pain hurts Samantha" she once told me, riffing on "Conan The Barbarian".

"Hey, Benson, you need to sample this pussy." George called.

He had my wife get off his lap and lay over the arm of his chair so that she could give him a BJ while his friend fucked her from behind. It's a good thing he had a longer cock than average, otherwise his big belly would have made it difficult to get much penetration.

"Fuck, you're right, George. She has a nice tight pussy." Benson grunted.

After a minute, I could tell Benson was starting to get tired. He was obviously not in very good shape, even for a man his age.

"Let's switch; I want to try that mouth." Benson wheezed.

"You're just too out of shape to fuck." George said.

"Fuck you."

"No thanks, I'd rather fuck the slut."

They switched places and Sam had to pull Benson's cock away from his belly so that she had room to get her head down far enough to suck it. George was not only fucking her, but he was slapping her ass too. Not real hard, but I know it was annoying my wife and probably negating any pleasure she was receiving. I don't think he cared if she enjoyed herself, being only interested in his own pleasure.

Benson was the first one to cum. He held Sam's head down to make sure she didn't pull off. He didn't need to worry about that; she knew she was expected to swallow his cream, and she did.

Donnie, who had now stripped off his clothes, replaced Benson on the chair. If I had to guess, I'd say she was a lot happier with his cock in her mouth.

"I'm gonna cum in your cunt, bitch." George groaned.

"Oh yes, fill me up!" Sam said.

I couldn't tell if she was faking it or not, but she sounded genuinely turned on. This took George over the line and he pushed in deep one last time, grunting as he dumped his load into my wife.

After George staggered back and dropped into another chair, Donnie moved Sam onto his lap. She moaned as she slid down the length of his black pole. He pulled her head to his and they kissed deeply, all the while she continued to ride him aggressively.

"This bitch really loves black cock!" Donnie's Uncle declared.

"It might be more your young nephew more than anything." Benson observed.

I thought he might be right about that.

"We'll see about that." George said and started tapping on his phone.

Then Donnie stood up, taking Sam with him, still impaled on his cock - which was quite the physical feat - and laid her on the coffee table. Placing her legs up onto his shoulders he began fucking her in earnest.

"Don't break the slut!" Benson said.

"I'm more worried about the table than the slut." George groused.

He pounded her hard while squeezing her tits forcefully. I think Donnie was just trying to match the mood already set by the two older men before him. But it did seem to excite him because before long he was filling her cunt to overflowing.

Donnie sat back down, leaving my wife laying on the table, unsatisfied, as she had yet to cum. He insisted she clean off his cock with her mouth, which she did and then said she needed to use the bathroom.

I wasn't happy with the way they were treating her, but it wasn't beyond her limits, so I let it play out. I wanted to prove a point to Donnie, but also to help my wife map out the contours of her fetish.

While she was gone, there was a knock on the door. George, who was now fully dressed again (along with the other men), answered it. He returned with a much older gentleman. Judging by his grey hair and more weathered skin, he was in his late 50's or early 60's.

George introduced him as 'Doc' and said he was a long time friend. He hadn't even sat down when my wife returned. She was clearly surprised by the new man in the room, and a little anxious, but quickly relaxed when he said, "Wow, you didn't tell me she was beautiful as well as sexy."

"Sam, this is Doc, George's friend. Doc, this is Sam." Donnie said.

"Is Sam short for Samantha?" He asked, never taking his eyes off her.

"Yes it is. What about 'Doc', are you a medical doctor?" Sam asked.

"Pfft. Doc never even went to college. He got the name from his time in the Army. He was a medic, but he was always reading medical books, so the men took to calling him Doc." George said. Maybe they had served together?

"Is that so?" Sam said, cocking her head in a sexy way.

"Something like that. Or maybe it's because I'm a doctor of love." He said.

I could see that my wife was warming up to this guy. I took a closer look. He a little shorter than 6 feet, although he may have been close to that when he was younger. Doc had a small spare tire around his middle, but his upper body looked quite buff for a man his age. In fact, I thought he could take all of us in an arm wrestling match, except for Donnie. (But I bet he could give him a real challenge)

I was thinking he might be Sam's type and she verified it by stepping up to him and putting a hand on his chest, and the other on his crotch.

"And bold too." He muttered just before he lowered his lips to hers.

They kissed sweetly as she continued to rub his growing cock through his pants. He cupped one of her tits with his hand and lightly flicked her nipple. This continued for longer than I would have thought; this man was not in a hurry.

Finally, he led her by the hand into the bedroom. I wanted to follow, but I didn't, thinking that he wanted at least a modicum of privacy. He left the door open so we could hear them, however. In some ways that was even more erotic than watching.

We could hear Sam's moans of pleasure, and his grunts of satisfaction amid the slapping of skin on skin. He fucked my wife for quite a long time. For an older man he had a lot of endurance. I heard Sam cum at least once, maybe twice.

When he returned, Doc looked like he had run a mile, but his grin told me the exertion was more than worth it.

"Took you long enough." George huffed.

"The fine things in life need to be savored, not guzzled like cheap beer." Doc responded.

"Can't argue; that's some fine pussy." Benson added.

"That's true." George said cheerfully. "You can bring that slut by anytime."

Then George got up and walked into the bedroom. Not long after we could hear the sounds of sex again, but mostly it was George saying degrading things to Sam and insisting she loved his black cock.

When he was finished, Benson also used her again. He wasn't as vocal, but I could tell he was just as uncaring about her feelings as George had been. Indeed, there were no real sounds of pleasure from my wife, nor do I think she came again.

That was it; George, Benson, and Doc were all done. Fucking all day is for the young, I guess.

Sam cleaned up in the bathroom again, got dressed, and we were on on way to Donnie's place. Once again, the two of them sat in the back. By the time we got to our destination, another apartment building, she was bobbing her head up and down on his engorged dick.

Donnie somehow managed to stuff it back into his pants and we went up to his apartment. It was surprisingly clean, for a bachelor pad. He quickly stripped my wife and she resumed her oral worship of his black cock.

We wound up in his bedroom with Donnie laying on his bed and my wife riding him. This time she did cum as she ground her clit against his pelvic bone. I stood by the side of the bed so she could jack me at the same time.

When she got tired, Donnie flipped her over onto her back and mounted her missionary. He gave her a slow, but firm fuck while she attempted to suck my cock. I say 'attempted' because she was pretty distracted by the big cock invading her little pussy.

I finally came and shot my load on my wife's pretty face. I don't normally do this, but when she's being a slut like that, I allow myself to treat her like one. I guess this excited Donnie, because he dumped another load into her pussy shortly afterwards.

I made her ride home with my cum on her face and Donnie's in her cunt. I told her if she leaked any on the seat, she would have to lick it off. Nasty, I know, but far less than what she would face if she ever let herself become a real black cock slut.

To be continued...