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It is said that the best hiding places are in the open, and my wife would have done better if she had followed this philosophy – I would never have noticed any of the things that I found in the autumn of last year if they had been in their normal places.
I wanted to install a network cable from my router in the study to the spare bedroom, but I didn’t want the cable to show. I had an idea to pass it through the wall to the kitchen, up inside a tall cupboard, through the floor into my wife’s wardrobe in the main bedroom and then into the roof space, across and down into the spare room. As she had gone to the nearby city for the day, with her friend, on a shopping trip it seemed a good opportunity to do it.

The plan worked out well and I was standing on some steps to pull the cable through a gap behind the top shelf of the ceiling-height wardrobe, but there were a variety of boxes that were in the way, so I took them out and stacked them on the bed. As I went to climb the steps, the pile of boxes started to topple over and I managed to catch them, but not before the top one had spilled out. I cursed, climbed down, and started to repack it, but then I stopped and looked at the contents.

There was a new, smart black dress. Nothing unusual there, except that it was in the box instead of hanging up, but then I found some stockings, a black suspender belt, bra and knickers – my wife never wears stockings. There was also an envelope from a private clinic, containing a letter dated a few weeks earlier, which started by saying that two copies were enclosed and went on to give a comprehensive list of sexually transmitted diseases, with ‘clear’ written against each. There was only one copy.

I carefully re-packed everything in the box and finished the cabling work, thinking about what I had found. I took care to shake the boxes up a bit before putting them back on the shelf in a haphazard way, making it obvious that I had moved them to do my work.

I thought that she had been spending a bit more time on the internet lately, so I decided to have a peek in her user area on the computer, and it didn’t take me long to find a series of eMails that were hidden away in a folder with ones from the friend she was out with.

I started with the oldest, reading the ones she had sent and then the reply. She said that she had been given their website URL by a friend, going on to say she had been intrigued by the site, then asking for a login. The reply told her to read the conditions, then if she still wanted a login, to ask again. She acknowledged and they gave her a temporary login valid for a specific time, with a URL to the site. Naturally I was straight onto the site for a look, although I couldn’t get into the ‘members’ area of course, and the summary was certainly intriguing.

The conditions said that logins would only be given to women and that to get one, she would have to appear naked on a webcam chat with them to prove this. I couldn’t imagine her agreeing to that, but the next message was there, with the full login details and a comment about how much they had liked her body.

I logged-in and found that the site was run by two black guys, who looked - from the naked photos - to be about 30 and were well built, but not overly muscled, and certainly well endowed. It described how they offered unique sexual experiences, no strings attached, no charges or payments, on a one-off or regular basis; it said they were choosy but did not discourage older women; it gave the name of the private clinic where prospective members would have to go to be tested for STDs – a copy of the ‘all clear’ letter would be needed; it said that all sexual encounters would be broadcast live to the other “members”, on the website; it made it clear that the women were solely responsible for contraception.

I went to the webcam pages and found that I was looking at a bedroom. They were streaming very high quality video, from what must have been a fast internet up-link, so it was a good job I had a fast download connection too. There were a selection of webcams to choose, showing the room from different angles and from above looking down on the bed, which was unmade – presumably from the night before, as it was Saturday. I downloaded a video clip from one of the other pages and watched them with a white woman. Back in the eMails, I found some recent ones where my wife had answered a variety of questions, including the dates of her period, and they had offered her a weekend next month, or in three months time, both to coincide with the middle of her cycle as she had told them that she is at her most aroused then and for the last couple of years had been fantasising about doing something about it. She had accepted the date for next month.

When she got home, I explained about the cable and showed her it running up the back of the kitchen cupboard, where I had jumbled up the boxes and appliances to show that I had moved them, hoping that she would think the things in her wardrobe were just the same.

Later, she told me that her friend (that she had been shopping with) had asked her to go on a weekend to a health club, next month, for some ‘girlie pampering’. They had done this before, so it wasn’t unusual, and I told her it was fine.

The weeks passed very quickly and it came to the weekend she had planned.

On the Friday, she had gone before I got home from work, as expected. It was about an hour’s drive to the location the black guys had specified, and they had said 7pm. I looked in the wardrobe and the clothes box was empty.

I could feel my heart racing as I was watching the screen, the webcam images showing the empty room, its soft furnishings dominated by the king size bed that was visible from various angles by selecting a different camera, including the one mounted in the ceiling looking down and one in the headboard. I looked at the clock in the corner of my screen and it was already past the time she should have arrived. Just as I was about to go and get a drink from the kitchen – my mouth was dry – I saw the door open and the first black guy backed into the room. He was standing in the doorway, with white arms wrapped around his back, caressing his skin and he was kissing a woman I couldn’t see behind him, then I saw a glimpse of breast as he cupped it in his hand. He turned towards the room, holding her hand, and my wife followed his lead into the room. She was wearing a smart black dress, cut just above the knee and with thin shoulder straps, only one of which was still on her shoulder; her breasts were nicely framed by the top, apart from the one that had just been fondled, whose nipple was poking out, and she was carrying one of her small handbags on her arm and a large, almost empty, wine glass.

The second black guy came through the door, closing it behind him, and as the first turned and wrapped his arms round her again, she responded by hanging hers around his neck, passing the glass to the other as she did so and lifted her head up to kiss him. I selected a webcam view that showed them from the side, so that as the second guy stood behind her I could see her sandwiched between them.

With the volume turned up high on my speakers, I heard her gasp as the second kissed the back of her neck, her head tilting back as the first guy moved down to kiss the tops of her breasts, one hand reaching in between her legs. The other was starting to caress her sides, moving down to stroke the top of her legs and backside; she was responding by touching them both, then she shrugged off her handbag and dropped it on the floor, at arms length, so that it wasn’t in the way.

One now had his hands inside the top of her dress, stroking her breast, and I imagined him rubbing her nipple between his fingers as he kissed her again and she pressed against him. The other had his hands under her dress and lifted it up, pushing it past the top of her knickers and working them down as he reached around, stroking her bare flesh; then he unfastened her suspenders so that he could slide the knickers down until they fell to the floor. She kicked her shoes off into the corner and stepped quickly out of them.

Now that the flimsy barrier was removed, the one behind was working his fingers deep into the crevice of her backside and although I could only see a movement, he would be pushing right forward until his fingers were stroking her wet lips, then he must have slid a fingertip across her anus as she groaned and threw her head back in the way that she always does when I do that. The straps of her dress were down her arms, and both her breasts had been scooped out, the guy in front was sucking on her nipples as he worked his fingers into her evidently willing body.

“Wait, Louis,” she said in a slightly tipsy voice, pushing him away until she stood free, then grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it straight over her head, throwing it to one side, then she reached back and unfastened her bra, that was just wrapped around her chest, and did the same. Apart from the black stockings, that were partly down, and the suspender-belt, she stood naked before the two strangers. She held up a leg, swinging round to each in turn, so that they could each peel down one of her last vestiges of clothing and then she removed the suspender-belt. It was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen.

The one in front went to unfasten his jeans, but she promptly put her hand on his fly, pressing against his erect cock that was poking out of the top of the waistband. She unbuttoned and unzipped him, bending down and licking up and down the length of his cock as she pushed his jeans down to his ankles. I saw my wife briefly take the tip of his cock fully into her mouth, then she turned to the second guy and undressed him the same way, lingering over sucking him until finally turning back to Louis – as I now knew him - on her knees, and on seeing that he had removed his trousers completely she smiled up at him then reached her arms around his buttocks and began licking and sucking with a passionate abandon that I had only experienced when she was incredibly turned-on.

He put his hands into her armpits and, with a little pull, she rose and pressed herself against him, flattening his cock against her belly, then began to kiss and caress him as the guy behind pressed close again and ran his hands over the body that had only experienced mine before. I thought of those two pairs of strange hands, the fingers squeezing her nipples and probing into her cracks and I heard her say, “Oh god, I want it in me,” as she stood on one leg, wrapping the other around him, moving her hips, trying to slide her pussy onto the tip of his cock, but she wasn’t tall enough to work herself onto the large shaft that was poking up almost to between her breasts. The one behind reached down, removed the trousers entangling his ankles, then put his arms around her backside, positioning her so that his friend could enter her. She shifted her weight and lifted the other leg as he reached around to support it too, then Louis slowly slid the entire length of his cock into her.

He started to stroke in and out, in and out, her body jerking upwards as he pushed in to the hilt each time, then she was moaning loudly, moaning and gasping as she clung to his neck, kissing his face and chest.

Although I couldn’t see them, I could perfectly imagine her lips stretching and clutching at his thick black cock as he continued to fuck her, but I could see his friend leaning back and jiggling her hips as her body moved against him, so that the length of his cock was pressed into the folds of her buttocks. She looked very white and small pressed between the two jet-black guys.

After a few minutes she had let go with her arms and thrown her head back onto the shoulder of the one behind; she was breathing heavily as Louis varied his stroke, sometimes slow, sometimes fast and furious, pulling right out and thrusting back deep into her so that she squealed and cried out almost every time.

Suddenly he pulled out and took hold of her legs. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, but between them they carried her quickly over to the bed and placed her feet on the pillows. “Hahhh,” she moaned again as Louis positioned himself alongside her and his head went between her legs, his tongue found her clitoris and he reached his hand between her spread thighs and started to work his fingers into her. Very quietly, so that I only just heard it, she said, “Yes, oh yes.”

Louis licked and worked at her until she was writhing around, then he moved his head and told her to show herself to the camera. She was so turned on that there was no hesitation and she lifted up and pointed her crotch at the lens in the headboard. He held out his two fingers, plunged them into her and then held them up to show them coated with her juice. Then, on the other camera I saw him dip into a pot at the bedside and again showed them to her coated with a large globule of the lubricant. He started to circle his fingertip into the ring of her anus, working the lubricant inside, then he held up his fingers so that she could see them, slowly separated them into a V whilst she smiled back at him, then pushed them slowly into her until they were both buried in their separate places, beginning a sawing motion in and out, until she was groaning at the intense pleasure as he flicked his tongue across her clitoris. The other was kissing the top half of her body, and he asked, “You like it there?” She nodded her head as she writhed in passion, then he continued, “and cocks as well?”

“No, just do it properly,” she replied, but he laughed and sucked hard on a nipple until she squealed.

Taking hold of her arms, he slowly pulled her down the bed; she was near orgasm and was resisting the movement, trying to keep her body pressed deeper onto Louis’ fingers and tongue; she had her hand circling the base of the others cock and turned her head to try to lick and suck him.

Louis stopped, but she begged, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I’m nearly coming.”

I could see that he was kneeling and taking her feet in his hands, lifting her legs until they were vertical, then opening her so that he held them forward and out level with her breasts. The other man bent forward, and placed a pillow under her hips, so that they were raised up and started to lick her cunt. “Jesus,” she said, and from the side view I knew where the tip of Louis’s cock was pressing, it was too far down to slide between her pussy lips.

“No, don’t,” she said and Louis asked, “You want Geoff to stop licking you?” then he moved his hips, stroking his cock-tip around the place he had lubricated with his fingers. Geoff turned his head and looked up at her face. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, tilting her head back.

He was licking, then stopping; teasing her; and all the time working his fingers too and his friend was keeping his tip pressed against her anus. I could see that he had moved his position again and from the side I could see the shaft pointing into her at just the right spot; I was was willing her to press herself onto it, to do what she had never done before.

“Don’t stop, oh god don’t stop again,” she said finally, and Louis just said, “Do you want it now?”

She replied “Just do it, do it.” I imagined the cock pressing into her.

“I’m coming,” she said, and I knew it was intense from the way she groaned and gasped, until finally she stopped crying out and sagged back saying, “Oh god, that was amazing”.

She was still held up by her legs and, on the webcam facing them, I could see her still positioned at the tip of his cock, but then he moved them to his shoulders, lifted up and sank his long, thick cock fully into her wet cunt in one thrust. From the amount of movement, he must have been plunging hard against her bones and pulling out to his very tip, if not completely, and then spearing back in, building up a savage rhythm that couldn’t last long. I couldn’t see much on the headboard camera, couldn’t see the black shaft pounding into her, but from above I could see her wrapping her legs round his back and lifting her hips to meet his downward stroke; she was rolling her head from side to side and her breasts were heaving with every gasped breath.

They turned her over and made her kneel; she looked as if her legs had turned to jelly. Geoff climbed up behind, thrusting himself straight in to her and started a series of powerful strokes that seemed to be pushing her further up the bed. Between her cries I heard her say, “God that feels bigger still,” as I switched to the headboard cam view, to see a sight I had never seen before: my wife’s face from the front as she knelt and was fucked hard from behind.

She was gasping, panting, her mouth was making an ‘O’; she was burying her head into the bed; her breasts were swinging under her and sometimes she slipped down and he would stop so she could get up again; sometimes he would reach round, cup her breasts and pull her up, so that I could see down the length of her front to where the black cock disappeared between her legs, glistening with juices. He went on and on until I thought that surely he must come soon, then stopped abruptly and Louis took over.

Geoff moved up so that she could suck him whilst Louis fucked her, but he kept pulling away and I guessed he was close to coming, just letting her bring him close and then stopping. Louis was holding her firmly and fucking her so hard that she could hardly keep Geoff in her mouth, then she cried out, a long, high, “Ahhhhhhh,” as she came again, then he was coming too, grunting as he spurted deep into her. He pulled out, but Geoff was straight behind and plugged into her dripping cunt, thrusting in quick deep strokes until he came too, spraying another load of hot semen deep inside her body.

She lay exhausted, but they spun her round and over, and I switched to the overhead view to look down on my wife in the centre of the bed, on her back, with her hips raised up by the pillow again and legs and arms wide in a traditionally erotic spread. On the headboard camera I could see the white liquid slowly seeping from her body.

Then it hit me. After we had children I had a vasectomy, and it was so long ago now that sex without any other form of contraception was quite normal. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and I tried to think of the possibilities. Perhaps she had got something from the clinic? A diaphragm maybe? She had mentioned a few times recently that she was thinking of getting a hormone-releasing IUD to reduce period pain – when I thought back to the eMails, I realised that the talk of this had started at around the same time.

I looked down at her spreadeagled on the bed, her neck and breasts flushed red.

Louis lay down next to her and she moved up to cuddle him, her head on his chest. Geoff lay behind, against her back, so that she was sandwiched between them as the three of them rested after their erotic exertion. After a while they hadn’t moved, so I took the opportunity to get the drink I needed. I was just back in time to hear the guys saying that they were all going into the other room, where there was food and plenty of drink, and I was surprised when they all put on dressing gowns and departed – I had imagined that they would keep her naked the whole time.

It must have been a couple of hours before they returned and although my wife wasn’t drunk, she was taking swigs from a bottle, which had to mean she had already consumed a fair amount. She stood in the room, her dressing gown open and her nipples prominent on her large breasts, then she moved her hand between her legs, pushed it into her hair, turned to them with her hips thrust forward and asked, “are you two going to have me again, or what?”

She peeled off the dressing gown and stood naked, stroking her fingers up and down her red swollen lips.

Louis went up to her and she began caressing his chest, swaying slightly, then she poured some of the wine over his shoulders and as it ran down his chest and back, she began to nuzzle at his nipples. This started the two of them running their hands across her skin and I could see that Louis’s cock was already hard, and she murmured, “Hmmm what’s this?” before bending down to run her tongue across it. He put a hand on the back of her head, and she opened her mouth wide and took him in, her head bobbing back and forth until she moved back up, kissing his belly and chest, his neck and lips and ears, before wrapping her arms around him, his cock pressed flat against her belly, idly moving her fingertips across his black silky skin.

Geoff had been touching her back, kissing up and down to her neck, but he stopped and went across to a small trunk against the wall, opened the lid and rummaged inside, whilst she pushed Louis backwards onto the bed and began kissing him all over. I couldn’t see what Geoff was doing, but then saw him holding a few items, including a large black dildo and a vibrator. He returned to the bed, picking up the handbag she had discarded much earlier on the way. She was lying with one leg raised up over Louis’ leg, so was perfectly positioned for him to press the tip of the dildo between her lips, and she must have been very wet because he pushed it straight into her, and she turned her head towards him and moved her legs slightly, until it was fully inserted.

“What have we here?” Geoff said, taking something from the discarded handbag. I couldn’t see exactly what it was, but he held up three small packets and read the label from one of them, “Levonelle-2, emergency contraception. So I guess you’re not using anything else?”

“I thought of being fitted for a diaphragm, but didn’t like the idea and when you offered me this weekend there wasn’t time to get an IUD... so I’ll be taking some of those tomorrow.”

“Why three packs?” he asked.

“One for tomorrow, one for Sunday and a spare pack just in case.”

“They might make you feel sick if you take some tomorrow. Do you want to feel ill, and miserable, or do you want to have sex?”

“Mmmmm... let me see.... It turned me on so much when you both came in me before, the thought of all that sperm inside my body. It’s been so long since I had a thrill like that. When I was young I got pregnant so easily that I can’t have had unprotected sex more than a couple of times in my whole life, it was the first month, both times I had children. But I do have to take those,” she said.

“Well, you have 72 hours from now to take them, isn’t that right?”

There was a slight pause as she thought about the question and its inference, then she replied, “Yes, that’s right. But they are more effective the sooner taken.”

“That means, you could leave it until you go on Sunday afternoon and it would only be 48 hours. Plenty of time and no risk of feeling sick. How about it?”

Before she could answer, Louis started to kiss her; from the movement of their heads they must have practically had their tongues down each others’ throat. This went on for such a long time, and was so intense, that I could hear them breathing through their noses. Finally he broke away and moved down to concentrate on her nipples; she was closing her eyes for seconds at a time and her mouth hung open as her head moved back on the bed and she gulped air.

“Looks like it’ll be Sunday afternoon then.”

“Time to play”, Geoff said, handing her a whirring vibrator. She took it and asked, “Like on the videos we watched?” then when he nodded she rolled onto her back, planted her feet flat on the bed with her knees up in the air and applied the tip to her clitoris. The fat dildo had slid out of her about half way, but with her free hand she pushed it back in, then took hold of the base and started to work it in and out.

I was astounded. In all the time we had been together I had never know her to use the toys I had bought except when I used them on her; in fact she had eventually thrown them away. But here she was doing it for two strangers -and with countless others watching on webcam. Then I realised – she knew what was expected of her because she had watched other women doing the same on those very webcams and them must have watched them again when they had been in the other room. I sat back to enjoy the show.

It was fascinating, watching her, and I tried to note the angle she held the vibrator and the rhythm of her plunging the dildo between her engorged lips. The guys moved her closer to the camera and I could see every detail, the growing wetness glistening on the shaft as it appeared and disappeared into her as she gave the lewd performance to the assembled watchers. Geoff and Louis were not idle either, sometimes sucking her nipples, sometimes kissing from her feet to her neck, sometimes resting a chin on her thigh and watching the black phallus as she worked it in and out. When they did that, her face was bright red, but eventually she started to give the tell-tale signs of increasing arousal that would soon reach its climax.
Louis went to the bedside table and picked up the pot of lubricant. Between breaths she asked, “Now?”

“Now,” he replied.

“I’ve never done it before”, she said, “and after what we discussed I was hoping you would give me that again.”

“Don’t worry,” said Louis, “there will be plenty of that too.”

“So... you’re a virgin,” Geoff said, smiling. “Which of us is going to have the pleasure of being the first?”

She looked from Louis to Geoff, I could imagine her thinking that Geoff’s cock was slightly thicker, but Louis’ was longer. She dropped the vibrator and Louis offered her the lubricant, which she scooped up with her fingers, then looked from one to the other, moving finally to Geoff. He opened a condom and rolled it onto his rigid shaft; she looked puzzled.

“We always use them for anal. But don’t worry, we don’t use them for anything else!”

She held the base of Geoff’s cock with one hand whilst she smeared it liberally along with the other, slowly stroking her fingers along it with a fascination borne from the knowledge of the experience she knew she was about to have, making sure there was plenty on the tip and all the way down to the base. I wondered if she would be taking it all.

“Don’t forget yourself”, Louis instructed, and she took some more, lifted her legs high and wide and rubbed it slowly into her anus, looking into Geoff’s eyes as she did. She turned over to kneel, supporting herself on her arms, and sighed, saying, “OK, I’m ready, do it.”

Geoff got behind her, took his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip all the way down the crack of her backside, lingering as he passed it over the puckered hole, then he continued on and down until it passed between her lips and back up all the way past again, repeating this a few times. Every time he hit the spot, she tensed up and I could see her involuntarily chewing her lip. He stopped and started to caress her back and waist in slow circular movements, sliding the palms of his hands down across her cheeks, spreading them open and gently running his fingers inside the crack of her backside. Sometimes he would slip a finger into her cunt and I could see the effect this had, as her face opened in pleasure.

Louis lay on his back, beside her, and they started to kiss with increasing passion. Geoff continued moving his hands, focusing more on cupping her cheeks and spreading them apart, then pressed his finger slowly into her, working it in and out until she was accustomed to its presence. I knew that she liked this and it would always bring her quickly to orgasm if I did that whilst licking her. Louis picked up the still-whirring vibrator and held it against her clitoris as Geoff worked his finger into her until she was panting and moving her head in pleasure at the combined effect. He started to push it in and out, going in to the knuckle, then picked up the speed as she made appreciative noises, until he was working it fast and easy as she writhed on her knees. Soon he was doing the same with two fingers and she was taking it without any problem, so he moved behind her again, cock in hand, and put the tip against her anus. Now she was very turned on and didn’t go tense like before. Louis started to tell her how they were going to fuck her again and again, filling her with their semen, bathing her womb with their sperm; all the time I could see his arm moving as he was stroking the vibrator across her clitoris. From the webcam in the ceiling, as Geoff leaned back, I could see the full length of his cock positioned ready to invade her virgin rectum.

“Oh god, oh god”, she said as he pressed forward; she opened wide for him and his cock slid inside. She held her breath, her eyes wide and mouth open in an ‘O’ as he kept still for her to acclimatise, then he started to pump slowly in and out, a little at at time. “Ah... ah...,” she said a couple of times and grimaced, but then she said, “God it feels so big, but... ah.. ah.. intense and ah... ah.. it’s sending.. ah.. tingles all through me.”

Geoff had started a steady slow rhythm and she was now taking perhaps a little over half his length in and out, in and out, catching her breath sometimes, but closing her eyes with pleasure as well.

“Ah... ah... god this could.. ah.. make me come ah.. again.” She had been holding herself still, but now she started to move a little with him and he took this as a cue to increase his speed and depth, which made her cry out a few times as he took his enjoyment to her limits.

Louis moved off the bed and came back with some items in his hand, one was a remote control and he pointed it to a monitor on the wall, turning it on. I couldn’t see the picture it displayed, but my wife looked over at it and said, “Is that ah.. what they’re seeing?”

“Yes, if they have the ceiling camera selected”, Louis replied.

Then Geoff looked at it too and really started to pick up the pace and she cried out; whether it was in pain or lust I couldn’t tell, but I could hear their skin slapping together and in between the gasps that made her look away, she had her eyes fixed on the image we were seeing: an image of a white woman kneeling on a large bed being fucked furiously up the arse for the first time by a younger black man.

Louis put something underneath her, between her legs and I noticed a box appear at the top of my screen that said ‘portable cam on’. I clicked it and was rewarded by a close-up shot of my wife’s crotch, showing her red moist cunt lips and above them a black pole that was thrusting in and out of her anus.

“Don’t ah... ahhh.. ah.. don’t come yet, I want ah.. ah.. your sperm ah.. ah... in me.”
At first the contradiction puzzled me, then I knew what she was asking. Geoff looked like he was going to take no notice, but Louis quickly opened a packet and held out a condom to her, which she attempted to roll onto him, but she was writhing about so much that she couldn’t, so he did it himself, liberally applying lubricant to it.

Geoff then pulled out, discarded his condom, lay on his back and she immediately climbed over and on top of him. The portable camera must have been knocked away because the picture went blank, but on the overhead one I saw that she straddled his hips, reached down and guided his cock straight and deep into her waiting pussy and began to fuck him in earnest as he bucked up towards her. Louis got behind and she held still, then buried her head into Geoff’s neck and shoulder, grunting as he slid his cock past her anal ring, impaling her on two cocks for the first time in her life. Geoff was struggling to keep still, just moving his hips, as Louis slowly pressed in, until he was fully sheathed inside her body, then withdrew fully before sliding back all the way again, repeating this slow movement over and over until she was squealing in passion every time, then she lifted herself up and started to move her hips against him.

“Oh god.. ahhh... ahhh... don’t stop... ahh... ahhh... harder... do it harder...”

Louis increased his speed and, beneath her, Geoff started to thrust as well, sometimes alternately with Louis but sometimes both be on the same stroke, then Geoff cried out and she must have felt the warm wetness spurting into her womb, the thrill taking her over the edge, and she was coming too, her limbs shaking.

She was so turned on that even though she was sandwiched between them, I could see her pushing herself back and forwards on the two cocks, faster and faster, then she lay still on top of Greg, cuddling into him as Louis continued his unfinished business.

Louis kept going, as she lay still, occasionally giving a little moan or gasp. He reached down with his hand and pulled off the condom, changed angle and slipped into the dripping pussy that had just been vacated by Geoff, pulling her upwards until she was kneeling. He told her to move her legs together and, holding onto her hips, he pulled her towards him each time he thrust forwards, slapping against her.

“This will be the fourth time you’ll be filled with sperm, have you had enough yet in that unprotected womb?”

“God that thought turns me on.”

“So you won’t be taking those little pills tonight?”

“No.” He stopped, his cock fully out of her.

“Or tomorrow?”

“No.” As soon as she said it, he rammed himself back in, pulling her hard against him, making her gasp, then he started to do it over and over; short, fast, hard, until she was ecstatic again.

“Do you want to get pregnant?”

She didn’t answer, but hung her head down until her hair was in Geoff’s face, all the while Louis continued his fucking, increasing speed, close to coming.

Finally she said, “Come in me again.”

“Stay until Monday night.”

“I’m expected back tomorrow.”

“Tell him you’ve been offered an extra night. We’ll fuck you another dozen times.”
He had stopped, pacing himself.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“So you’ll stay?” He gave one thrust, in and out.

“Yes.”

“And not take the pills until after you leave?”

She thought about it, but he was slamming into her again, and I guessed that she was trying to work out the timing, but she was panting on each thrust, “Ah... ah... ah... No, OK, come in ah... me again.”

He added his second load of sperm to the copious amounts already there, loud and fierce when he came, then they both collapsed sideways onto the bed with his hips pressed close to hers, his cock sealing her.

Geoff turned out the lights and I looked at the clock in the corner of my darkened screen; a little over three hours had passed. I wondered how long it took after sex for a sperm to find an egg; I soon found out from the internet: 45 minutes to 3 hours. If she stayed until Monday night, she would be pushing the emergency pills to the limit, 72 hours. She had known that, yet she had agreed to stay with them until the latest moment, to be inseminated over and over, and then she had begged him to come in her again.

I waited a while, but the lights didn’t come back on. About midnight I gave up checking back with the webcam and went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep for thinking about what I had seen, so kept coming back to the PC for a look to see if they were up to anything. Eventually at about 03:00 I finally dozed off, then I woke some time after 9 the next morning and, as I was walking down the stairs, the phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hello darling, it’s me. I’m using the hands-free you bought me, in one of the treatment rooms, so you might hear a few noises.”

I smiled at the thought and switched on the monitor as she spoke; I had left the PC running.

“Are you having a good time?”

“Yes, it’s been great so far. In fact I can stay another night, free, what do you think?”

“Well since you’ve gone all that way, you might as well. Will you be staying for dinner on Monday night, or will you be back?”

On the screen, I could see that her body was glistening with a sheen of sweat and I wondered how many times they had already fucked her during the night and early morning; how many freshly-deposited pools of semen with its potent sperm that were already swimming their way up inside her cervix . She was lying on their bed with her legs spread wide, one foot pointing at each corner, with her arms pointing at the other corners. The whiteness of her skin against the black silk sheet, along with the thick white ropes that were bound around her ankles and wrists, accentuated the reality of her inter-racial submission. She had the ‘bluetooth’ headset on and Louis was holding his cock close to her mouth, between speaking to me she was giving it a gentle flick with her tongue; Geoff was very slowly teasing the tip of his thick cock around her pussy and, when he pulled back, I could see the wetness glistening on her lips. She was straining against the ropes, trying to get it inside her and she silently mouthed, “Fuck me, fuck me,” to him then continued, aloud, “I’ll stay here for dinner, I think, and I’ll probably leave about seven Ah...” Just as she finished speaking, in a sudden movement, Geoff had pushed himself fully into her.

“OK, that’s fine, I’ll see you Monday night then,” I said, thinking about the timing: the 72 hours would be up by 7pm.

“OK then, bye darling,” she said quickly, and Louis nodded to Geoff, who was holding himself up with one arm and moving his hips, giving it to her slowly; then he applied the tip of a whirring vibrator to her clitoris. I even briefly heard it, and her intake of breath, on the phone before Louis pressed the button to cut us off. He didn’t remove the headset and she was trying not to make any noise, looking at him, nodding towards the phone because she didn’t know if we were still connected. He didn’t give anything away and leaned forward, pressing his cock into her mouth. She lifted her head to take it, then Geoff really started to work his cock – it looked as thick as her arm - and with the effects of the vibrator and the two of them she couldn’t help breathing hard through her nose and giving little grunts, all of which I could hear courtesy of the sensitive microphones they were using with the webcam. Louis put a pillow behind her head, holding it up as he fucked her mouth, then he pulled the headset off and tossed it away.

With his hand on her belly, Geoff asked her if she wanted him to pull out this time, or was she ready for more sperm in her womb, then he started to rub her belly in circles with the flat of his hand, brushing her hair lightly each time and all the while building up his rhythm.

“This lovely flat belly... will soon be filled with seed... and if you don’t take your pills, what else will it be filled with?”

She groaned with lust and began sucking and licking Louis with rare abandon. He moved nearer and further away, and from left to right, so that she had to extend her neck and move her head to keep his cock in her mouth, but she was so turned on by what they were doing and saying to her that she struggled against the binding ropes to do just that.

I could see that her mouth was wide open where her lips clamped onto his shaft; she was taking about the first third, or maybe half of his length, but she was going faster and faster, which I knew signalled that she was getting close to coming herself. Geoff had dropped the vibrator and grasped both his hands round her backside, pulling her towards him and telling her that he was filling her womb as he came, pounding deep and fast inside her; from the muffled cries I knew she was orgasming too and I could see her feet were straining against the ropes as she tried to grind her hips into Geoff. It must have been ten seconds or more before her writhing subsided, but all the time she continued to suck Louis, who lay on his side so that her head was turned to one side; I could see the outline of his cock bulging in her cheeks.

He started to move his hips, then began to pant, until with an exhaled gasp he began to come, spurting his semen into the mouth that continued to work on him until he lay quiet and still. Normally she doesn’t swallow, but she must have done so on this occasion because she went on and on, nuzzling at his cock until he pulled it away; she even tried to lick the tip as he moved out of reach.

Louis picked up a short, fat, dildo and as Geoff carefully withdrew his semen-coated cock, squeezing the last drops out and into her cunt, he pushed it quickly into her, telling her he was sealing in all the goodness so that it could do its work - it was so fat that her lips were stretched wide around it and there was no possibility for any of the fluids to escape so long as it remained in place.

He held the dildo pushed deep inside her, holding the base, which he was twisting as he pulled in and out in small movements, but hardly withdrawing it, and all of the time he was stroking the tip of the buzzing vibrator lightly across her clitoris. She had only just come and was still on the high sensitivity post-orgasmic plateau, so I guessed that it might be possible for her to come again within a short time, although this was not something she had ever wanted to do before despite my many tries and suggestions. Geoff lay down next to her and started to kiss her eyelids, mouth and breasts, muttering something into her ears, kissing and nibbling them, licking her neck and nipples, and all the time returning to whisper whatever it was that was turning her on more and more as Louis continued stimulating her with the toys and his fingers between her buttocks.

“Oh, ah, god I’m nearly coming again, don’t stop, oh god yes I am, I’m coming again, ah, ah, god it’s so, ah.” She was breathing hard and twitching, until finally she sagged back and lay still, getting her breath back, with her eyes closed.

They left her to lie on the bed, spreadeagled and still plugged with the dildo, whilst they both left the room. After about 15 minutes she looked like she was asleep and it was, perhaps, another 10 minutes before they both returned, although it seemed longer. When Louis took hold of the dildo and started to withdraw it, she opened her eyes and smiled dreamily at them, saying, “All your juices will escape now.”

He pressed her distended lips together saying, “There is nothing left, you have absorbed it all.” At which she sighed and smiled again.

“Are you up for the internet challenge?” Louis asked.

She looked at him, puzzled, and replied “I don’t know what you mean?”

“You didn’t see any other women take the internet challenge when you were on our website?”

“No.”

“Well, the members that have been watching you choose activities from a list, we take the three most popular and ask you which one you want. You can decline them all, or choose one, depending on how adventurous you are feeling and then afterwards everyone watching gives you a score out of ten. It’s a lot of fun for everyone and there is a league table of points.” He turned to Geoff. “Who’s at the top, now?”

“Jennifer, with 74.”

“Ah, yes, Jennifer, she really goes for it.” He gave a wave to the webcam, saying “Hi, Jennifer, if you’re there, see you again soon,” then turned back to my wife and asked, “How about it then?”

“Well, let me see. What have I done this weekend that I’ve never done before? I’ve had sex with two black guys, including my first-time anal, whilst being watched by who-knows how many on the internet, I’m not using any contraception and I’ve been filled with semen over and over again whilst I’m probably ovulating. Unless I take those pills I’ll soon be pregnant. I think I’m pretty much up for anything.” She looked at them defiantly and added: “Talking about anal, I enjoyed it more the second time and expect I’ll be getting it again during the challenge?”

Geoff laughed as he told her the three choices: “In no particular order, the internet want to you to do... The Dungeon, The Machines or The Shop”

“Tell me about them.”

“Well, you have to choose, without knowing the details, that’s part of the challenge, then we will take you to the appropriate one – none are far. But you can guess what happens in the Dungeon - and it will leave marks that may take a week or so to fade. The Machines are controlled from the internet and are very popular with both the members and the challengers. The Shop has a lot of interesting things to try.”

“I’ll go for The Shop.”

“OK, then go and get showered and be ready to leave in an hour. We’ll go and have some lunch on the way.”

“What should I wear?”

“That depends on how many points you want to get.”

“I get the idea. My husband’s always asking me to go out without underwear, I imagine you’re no different!”

It was true, for years I had been suggesting that she didn’t wear knickers when we went out, but she had only ever done it once, when we were on holiday, and then had been upset when I hadn’t noticed. It occurred to me, just then, that,I had occasionally said to her over the years that if she wanted to have sex with any other guys, I wouldn’t mind so long as it was just sex, but she had always said she didn’t want to. Now that I had seen her do it, and even do things she had always refused, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Annoyed? No. It had turned me on, and I wanted to see more, I wanted to see their cocks stretching wide her arse again, I wanted to see their semen running out of every part of her body. Their sperm inside her. That made me think again. Why was she having sex with no contraception? She didn’t want any more children, certainly didn’t want a baby when our own children were in their late teens. It must be a biological clock thing – she knew that in a few years she would be in the menopause – and she had said it was a real thrill when they came inside her, that must be it, and she hadn’t had that thrill for many years, with me, because of the vasectomy.

What did I think about it? I didn’t want her to get pregnant, but it always turned me on when she was turned on, and she had been ecstatic when they spurted their sperm into her waiting womb. I wanted her to push herself beyond the 72 hours, I wanted her to risk it all and I wanted her to want to go back next month and do it again, and the month after, and the month after that, to keep risking it and maybe one day the pills won’t work, or she will be so overcome with lust that she doesn’t take them until it is too late. If she doesn’t miss her period this time, that is. And in a few months’ time, maybe I will suggest she goes to the ‘health spa’ for a week; after what I had seen so far I knew she would never take the pills so long as she was with them. Perhaps she will just stop taking any pills with her, maybe that would increase the thrill for her, not being prepared at all. If she doesn’t get pregnant after a year, well, maybe the thrill will wear off.

I had been thinking all this whilst they untied her and she had disappeared through a door. She reappeared almost an hour later, wearing a dark red expensive-looking dress, faintly patterned with meandering white lines. It had straps tying around her neck and was quite short, but cut at an angle, with a piece hanging down to one side. She looked great, classy but provocative, and her breasts were barely covered by the material of the dress, which was giving some support although she clearly had no bra.

The two guys reappeared and she posed for them hand on hip, looking very sexy, with her nipples poking through the material. She grasped the shorter side the dress and pulled it up a little until she was almost, but not quite, showing her crotch and said, “Will I do?” then walked across and put her arms round Geoff, kissing him, and as she reached up to him and lifted her arms, the dress rode up so that he was caressing her bare backside on the shorter side. They took her hands and led her out of the room, barefoot.

The cameras all went black as they turned out the light. I had no way to know when to expect them back, so just left the PC running and went out myself, as I had to get some things from the town and on the assumption that they would be gone at least 3 or 4 hours. When I got back, it was all still blank – I hadn’t missed anything - so I turned the speakers up high and sat down to read a book until they reappeared. It was night-time before I heard any noises and I looked up in time to see the two guys walking into the room, with my wife just behind them.

She leaned against the door frame and brushed her hair back from her forehead. “I need to be in bed” she said, then when they turned towards her, continued, “no, just for sleep,” then lifted one one leg and stood on the other, looking down at her crotch, “my god, it’s still running out of me,” she said, holding up a wet finger she had stoked along the inside of her thigh.

“It was just incredible. I never expected anything like that, and I was so turned on the whole time, from the moment in the restaurant when the waiter came to take our order and you cupped my breast inside the dress with your hand” - she nodded at Louis - “I thought I would die from embarrassment, but then it was so erotic being fondled in a public place, even though we were tucked away in the corner. And when you made me part my legs so the waiters could see I wasn’t wearing knickers, then Geoff slipped his toe into me under the table, even though I could see them watching, I just wanted it so much. If you had said you were going to screw me on the table I would have let you. But I was wondering about the video that Stuart made, will I get to see it?”

“Yes, just download it from the website when you get home. He’ll probably have uploaded the first one by now, and you’ll be clocking up some points once a few of the members have watched it.”

“Oh.” She looked shocked, then laughed at herself, “of course, they’ve been watching us the whole time anyway. I’m so tired. I need a bath and then you can take me to bed.”

She walked across to the bathroom door and I realised that I hadn’t thought anything of the fact that she had arrived back naked, even though both of the guys were clothed. They both went out of the other door, leaving the room empty.
I went back to their home page and selected the link to ‘videos’, finding a new page there and inside there was a note saying ‘files uploading’ but one of them had already completed. I saved it to my hard drive, but it was very large and would take some time to download; it was still downloading when she emerged from the bathroom and they all went to bed; the last thing I saw before the lights went out was my wife in the centre, with their arms draped across her body. I wondered how much sleep she would get.

The first thing I saw when I ran the downloaded file was the shop window; she was standing on the pavement outside, facing the camera with Louis standing behind her. The window was blacked-out, but had writing on it saying ‘lingerie, adult toys...’ etc.

“Meet Evelyn,” said Louis, to the camera, “she’s about to decide if she’s going to continue on into the shop or if she wants us to take her back.” As he spoke, he reached around and cupped both her breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples between his fingers. “What’s it to be?”

“I’ll go in.”

He reached around, lifting the hem of her dress and pushed his fingers between her legs.

“Open your legs.”

She parted them slightly and he pressed his fingers inside her; the cameraman bent down and zoomed in.

“Are you sure you want it?”

“Yes.”

Geoff held the door open and she went through.

Inside was a typical sex-shop with display cabinets containing various toys and accessories; magazines and movies; lingerie and outfits. There were a number of customers browsing and they all turned to look at her as she went in. Louis and Geoff greeted the black guy behind the counter as a good friend and introduced her to him.

“So what would you like to try first? How about some nice sexy underwear?” he asked, bringing out a number of items, holding them up for her and placing them on the counter.

She picked up some flimsy semi-transparent knickers, holding them up to the light and saying, “These won’t cover much.”

Louis pulled up the front of her dress.

“A bit more than at present.”

She blushed and pulled it down again, casting a glance round to the other customers who were all looking on with interest.

“Try them on, with the matching bra,” suggested the owner, “and don’t be shy, it’s not as if we haven’t seen it all before.” He gestured to a screen mounted on the wall where a movie was playing. She blushed crimson when she saw it was herself kneeling on the bed with Louis’ cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy.

There was a changing room in the corner and she cast a glance over to it, but he laughed and said, “It’s not for you. Just take that dress off and I’ll hang it up for you.”

After a moment of indecision, during which she looked at Louis and Geoff, she did as he asked, quickly peeling the dress over her head, standing naked whilst he hung it on a rail, then handed her the underwear.

“Try those on and give us a twirl, then a few of the others, see which you prefer. You can keep the ones we like best. And then you can try out some of the toys for us.”

One of the customers came over and introduced himself. He looked like he kept fit and was about 25 years old, with short black hair in very tight curls and when he smiled he showed a neat row of brilliant white teeth. He ran his fingertips down her bare back and she shivered slightly, then he said “and when you’ve tried all the toys, you can try us. I can’t wait to fuck you, Evelyn.”

The movie file ended, but I had already started to download the others so I was able to keep watching. The next file overlapped slightly with the first, so I heard him again, then her reply.

“I, I, don’t know...”

“It’s OK, they have all been tested the same as you and us,” Louis interrupted, “and Guys, Evelyn here isn’t using anything, so every time you come inside her it’s the real thing and she wants as much of it inside her as she can get.” He cupped her mound then began stroking through her lips and her clitoris, bending forwards to kiss as he worked his fingers in her, then he ran them up through her hair, leaving a trail of juices on her skin and started to circle, then pressed his hand flat against her belly.

“Oh god, that’s turning me on.”

“Now are you going to show off the underwear?”

“Yes,” she answered quickly and turned to look at them – until then she hadn’t really seen how many there were. She bent down and put on the knickers, then the bra and they turned her round, getting her to walk about amongst them and look in the mirror. The shopkeeper had set a pile of underwear on the counter, so she removed the bra then hooked her thumbs in the knickers and pulled down one side a little, posing for them before slowly sliding them down her legs and off. He held out another pair, then deliberately dropped them in front of her; she got the message and bent right over to retrieve them.

This continued for quite a while, with her really getting in to it and stripping very provocatively; she tried on some crotchless ones and they got her to sit on the counter with her legs apart, then there were stockings and suspenders; camisoles; leather and rubber. Sometimes one of them would help her on or off with them, always taking the opportunity to run his fingers into her crotch or to touch her breasts - and she was loving it.

When all the clothing had been done she sat naked on the counter again, with her feet on the edge and knees drawn up, whilst the only white guy sucked alternately on her nipples as he stroked his fingers into her. “Time for toys,” announced the shopkeeper, standing a variety of dildos and vibrators in a row next to her. My wife picked up the nearest and handed it to the guy, who immediately applied its buzzing tip to her sensitive spot, making her gasp and lean backwards on her arms, opening her legs wider for them all to see.

They each chose one of the others and took turns in using them on her and in her, one was lubricated and teased around her tight and wrinkle anus when she leaned well back, with another in her pussy that they worked alternately or together, but whenever she said she was nearly coming they would stop until it passed, then start again until she was begging them not to stop, but they could tell from the way she moved and breathed and took her to the edge time and time again. From over by the back wall they uncovered and dragged a large padded table, which looked like it was covered with leather and they lifted her onto it so that she could lie down with her head at the height of their hips and they continued teasing her until she was pawing at their trousers, trying to undo them.

“Screw me, just screw me now,” she asked, and the young one, whose name was Art, spoke up first.

“All of us?”

“Yes, oh god, and you first, hard and fast,” she insisted.

“In your cunt or arse?”

She hesitated at using words she never normally used. “In my cunt. Fuck me in my cunt.”

He told her to undress them all and she climbed down again and did so quickly, with shaking hands, whilst they finger-fucked her as she moved amongst them, then she was lifted back onto the table and they spread her legs. But instead of climbing up and going plunging straight into her dripping lips, as I though he would, Art stood in front of her with his massive erection and began teasing her clitoris with the vibrator until she was begging for it again.

She was squirming and lifting her hips, she had a cock in each hand, stroking them as they all stood round her in a circle. She looked at them all and said nothing but the look in her eyes told them what she needed.

She knew what they wanted and she said it now, “Both; fuck my cunt and arse, but fuck me now for god’s sake,” and she spread her legs wide as he knelt between them and guided his cock into her. It was fast and furious that first time, but he had the stamina of a man in the prime of his twenties; he had her legs on his shoulders and round his back; he had her kneeling, from behind; all the time they were cheering him on. She came long before he did, but when he did she cried out and said she felt it. As soon as he climbed off her the camera zoomed in on her crotch, briefly showing the white strings of semen, before she was filled again with another black cock.

This went on with them each taking a turn, until it was the white guy, who made her turn over, pressed a large dollop of lubricant into her rosebud and on himself, then positioned the tip to penetrate her. She was so turned on that she never made any comment, but pressed slowly back onto his pole and he began a slow rhythm whilst she sucked one of the others, occasionally grunting when he thrust deeper or harder.

“I thought I wouldn’t confuse the issue,” he said, and she stopped sucking and turned towards him with a questioning look on her face. He reached round and put his hand on her belly, looked into her eyes and said, “just in case you get pregnant, so you’ll know it’s black.” Then he picked up the pace until he came, his juices spurting harmlessly deep inside her.

She had been sucking the long, thick black cock of the guy who replaced him until he was on the brink and as soon as he got behind her he began slapping hard against her backside as he coupled with her kneeling form, getting ready to add his own seed to that of the others, in its rightful place.

The white one kissed her, saying, “Don’t forget to take your pills, because he’s going to be filling your belly any moment and this could be the one.”

I had never known her to orgasm from anything I had said, and whether it was a coincidence I don’t know, but she came then and he had to hold her quivering body up by the hips for his final strokes, then she collapsed onto the padded surface, leaking and breathing hard.

They had all had her at least once – I had lost track - and by that time she had orgasmed herself over and over again, but the first ones were hard again and she was handed a tube of lubricant to apply herself, saying now she would be fucked three at a time, all holes filled together; Geoff and Louis made them use condoms for anal, but they would remove it at the final moment and spray their juice into her before the eye of her anus closed, so that eventually all of her orifices were filled with juices, but with seven of them all together there was no break until she said she had to go to the toilet. She staggered when she got up and as she walked away you could see the sweat running down her back, her lips were wet and the semen was running down her legs from the black guy that had just added yet another load to the others. She returned and drank some water, then went up to each one of them in turn and kissed and caressed him, saying, “Do it to me me again,” to them all until they started all over again, and she finally lay exhausted, and they were all drained of the seed that must have filled her womb to overflowing.

Louis picked her up, she put his arms around his neck and he carried her to the door. She said something about not wearing anything, but he just laughed and continued into the street. It was dark and there were a few black guys hanging about outside that ogled her body, asking her if she needed fucking, but she just smiled wanly at them and said, “Maybe next time,” the he put her down and she flopped onto the back seat of their car. She lay down flat and the movie stopped as the car moved off, but I imagined them driving through the town with her lying naked for anyone to see.

On the Sunday morning when I looked at the webcam they were eating breakfast in bed, Louis on one side of her and Geoff on the other; they were very jovial and there were a lot of juvenile comments about her eating sausages and along the lines that they had done their best to fatten her up the day before. From the things that they said it was apparent that they had already had sex that morning, before they had made breakfast for her, and that they were going to take it easy for the day. I watched for a while and then left them to it, when I came back they had gone and it was mid-afternoon before they reappeared, slowly removed their clothes and proceeded to ravish her lithe body in a very sensual and loving fashion, with a lot of foreplay and gentle screwing, only occasionally showing flashes of the intense and passionate fucking of the previous days.

I had to go to work on the Monday, so I didn’t see what happened at all, but when she arrived home she looked tired and said she was feeling sick, it must have been something she had eaten, and she was going to have a bath and go to bed. Of course I knew it was the effect of the pills.

The events I have attempted to described above all took place last year during the autumn. She went back to them two months later, for another weekend, and I watched my wife on the webcams as Geoff or Louis alternately were wrapped by her legs and taken into her lusting body, as they came inside her again and again whilst she was racked by orgasms until it seemed that she had absorbed so much of their semen that she surely her womb must be filled with sperm and any eggs she possessed would all be fertilised; that the emergency contraception she took almost 80 hours afterwards would have no chance to save her. Perhaps it was her age, or maybe the pills were more effective than they claimed to be, but after a few anxious days waiting, her period came again.

In January and March, she went to them during the week, just for a single daytime visit, the first time it was just Louis and Geoff, but on one Tuesday in March I watched – I had to have the day off work - as she gave herself to a different group of their friends, again all black. One particular image from this visit, and what happened afterwards, sticks in my mind:

My wife was face down on their bed, facing away from the headboard so the camera in the wall was pointing straight into her crotch; the semen was running out of her body, like a burning candle that has been tilted on its side, so that the wax falls from it in a steady drip, drip, forming a solid white puddle as it sets where it lands. The sheets were all black and she was surrounded by five black men, lounging by her side, their cocks wet and their bodies glistening with moisture from their recent exertions. The contrast between the colour of the sheets, her ring of lovers and her white body made her look as if she was glowing, like she was in a painting by an old master that you might see in a museum, a brilliantly depicted naked figure full of life and vitality.

She turned over slowly, covering her vulva with her hand and squeezed her lips together to stop the fluids escaping.

“Do you know what day it is?”

None of them knew, but they made a few guesses, her birthday, my birthday, and that sort of thing.

“It’s ovulation day. I took my temperature this morning. I thought it would be, which is why I asked to come today.”

“Well you’ve certainly come a few times today!” Louis joked as he squeezed a nipple.
“I was so turned on by the thought of it, doing it today, I thought I would come before any of you had even touched me.”

“So that’s why you asked us all to come as quickly as we could, not to pace ourselves.”

“Yes.”

“Well, you got your way. And if it wasn’t for those pills you always take before you leave, who knows what would happen.”

“I didn’t bring any this time.”

“I think we should fuck her again.”

They did, and they seemed to be powered by the knowledge that she had arranged it for then, they were wondering which of them would be the one, or maybe there would be more than one, how did she feel about quintuplets, all with a different father, that would be something for the record books.

I knew that she didn’t really want a baby. We were in our forties and when she looked at older women with small children, she always said she was glad we had them when we were young.

She didn’t know I had taken the day off work and on Tuesday nights I go out, so when I got back she was home. She seemed edgy, so I left her with the TV and sat in the other room reading. Later when we were in bed and I cuddled up to her, even though she had showered before I got back I could detect her sexual scent, the way it always is at that time of the month. I caressed her and I wanted her; I wondered if she was thinking about the five black guys she had been screwing all day because she was instantly wet when I touched her, she rolled around in the bed with me and we made love passionately. As she knelt for me with her head on the pillow, shuddering with each stroke, I watched my cock sliding in and out of her and I wondered if any of the juices still contained their semen, if my own would dilute the sperm that were undoubtedly still in her body. I looked at the way her lips stretched around my shaft and I could see in my mind the black poles that had stretched them only a few hours before. I was pleased that mine was comparable, you often read that all black men have much bigger cocks than white, but some of us are not so inferior after all.

I licked my finger and pressed it gently into her anus easing it into her a little at a time, she never asks me to do this, but usually enjoys it, and it is almost guaranteed to make her come. She passed me the tube of lubricant that is kept in my drawer and quickly used it, all the while sliding in and out of her body. As she built up to orgasm I told her I was going to fuck her there – something she had always refused with me but not with them – and to my surprise she said “yes, fuck me there, after I come.” I think she thought she was with them, but I took her at her word and she even handed me the lubricant that had only previously been used on my fingers. I entered her tightness slowly and built up a gentle rhythm, but she told me to go harder and faster; I remembered how they had fucked her the previous time she had been with them and I did the same; she made some remark afterwards about how she should have tried it before. I told her we’d definitely be doing it again, then we both fell asleep.

The next day she seemed edgy once more and I knew it was because she hadn’t taken any pills. When she was watching TV in the evening I read an eMail she had sent to them, saying so, and that she still hadn’t been to get any. They had replied saying it was entirely up to her, but also how much they had all enjoyed fucking her knowing that she hadn’t made any arrangements that time. She had said that she didn’t know what to do, but it had been such a turn-on doing it completely unprotected and without even having the pills available for afterwards. Every time she thought of what could happen, which she had been doing since she got back, it turned her on. Even though we only usually have sex two, or at most three, times a week, that night when we got to bed she said she was feeling very randy and I took full advantage.

The next day when I got home from work, she said she was feeling sick, using the same story as before that it must have been something she had eaten, but I knew that her rational self had overcome her lust and she had been to get the emergency contraception again. I still didn’t want a new baby in our house, and neither did she, but I now knew that the thought of her being pregnant turned us both on immensely; for me it was perhaps partly because I knew she would have to explain about her lovers, and tell me that the baby would be black. Both of us would want to let it run its course, not because we are religious or morally superior but because for us the only reasons for anything else would have to be be very serious medical ones.
Later in the month, after her period had started, she told me that she had to go on a week-long training course for work, early in June, and that she would be away for the weekend too because it started with a team activity. I could imagine the team she would be playing with, and sure enough, the arrangements had been made by eMail and she had told them it was again the ‘right time’ and that she wouldn’t be bringing any pills with her, like last time. She said that because she would be there a full week she wanted to try The Dungeon challenge and they had replied that they would arrange it for the Saturday.

For the rest of that month and the next, Evelyn was more than usually aroused and we had a great time. No doubt I was thinking the same as her when we were in bed, although she didn’t know it; I was imagining her with them, and the risk she was taking turned me on so much it was difficult for me not to come as soon as I touched her – but I did my best! It is rare for her to orgasm just from normal sex, but for those weeks it was like she was high on aphrodisiac; Until that time I had never known her be so wet and want sex so much. One day, when I opened the door after coming in from work, she was standing naked in the hallway and she pushed me down to the floor, straddling me there, her hands shaking as she opened my trousers just enough to expose my cock, which had instantly hardened when I saw her. She had made a romantic dinner and had already had a few glasses of wine, then after we ate she wanted it again; as we sat drinking more wine afterwards she got pretty drunk and I noticed that she kept a hand on her belly, sometimes stroking it up and down, not realising how that made her look.

On the Friday morning in June I kissed her goodbye and wished her luck with the team activity then I left for work. She had said that she planned to leave at around 3pm, to get there in plenty of time, so I waited until half-past and called our home number. There was no answer so I knew she had left. I made an excuse and left work early, so as not to miss anything on the webcams.

Louis and Geoff must have given her a key, because she was naked and waiting for them on the bed when they got in, and with those two my wife was even more desperate to be screwed than she had been with me for the few weeks before. She hardly spoke until they had both done it, then as they were resting she asked them about their plans for the next day.

“Did you arrange The Dungeon?”

“Yes, and we’ve also made some other special arrangements for you. Let me look in your handbag.” She smiled, got up and passed it to him; he emptied it onto the bed and examined the contents.

“Did you bring pills with you this time?”

“No.”

“Not in your luggage either?”

“No.”

“And you’re not using anything else, and it’s the worst time not to be?”

“No. And Yes.”

“Then you know what could happen.”

“Yes, and it makes me want it so much; every time you come inside me it sends a fantastic thrill through me, knowing what could happen, and that there is nothing to stop it; and there isn’t going to be this time, even if I change my mind when I get home, it will be too late.”

“There won’t be any white guys this week.”

She practically leapt onto him; she was like a wild animal, pawing at his skin and biting his neck, rubbing her still-dripping crotch against his leg, licking his cock like her life depended upon it until it was totally hard, then she sank down onto it and began riding him as he thrashed across the bed, jerking her up with his powerful thrusts until he cried out and came.

She hugged him close and tight, then looked at the webcam, her eyes lit with with an intense and burning passion, then at Geoff who was waiting for her on his back with his cock flat against his belly, the tip at his navel. Carefully sliding off Louis, she quickly spread her legs across Geoff’s waiting body, reached down to guide him into herself and with her hands pressed on his chest began to work her hips furiously, taking him right out to the tip and then pushing back until their bones met. A few times she went too far and lost him on the upstroke, then I saw the mingled drips of semen and her juices that ran from her lips before she filled herself again.

She used every trick in the book to get them hard again after each time and I lost count of the number of times they did it to her that night.

When she woke on Saturday morning, Geoff and Louis were already dressed and they sent her straight to get ready for her trip to The Dungeon. I wondered if I would be able to follow the events there, or if I would have to wait and hopefully download a video, as I had done before, but was delighted to see that there was a new link on the website led to the venue itself. I had only to wait for them to arrive and it said that the webcams would be started.

Louis and Geoff led her into the room, which was filled with all kinds of apparatus. The only thing she wore was a pair of handcuffs.

She had not seen the Master of the Dungeon before, but he went up to my wife and introduced himself by cupping her crotch in his right hand, then worming his fingers into her, and by pinching one of her nipples hard with the other.

“Are you completely willing to submit to my pleasure?”

“Yes.”

She rose up onto her tiptoes, as he pushed his fingers hard and deep inside her.
“Even though it will leave you with marks on your body?”

“Yes.”

He kissed her hard on the neck, leaving a red imprint behind.

“Even though you will be watched the whole time?”

“Yes.”

He gestured to the wall where there was a large darkened window, and to the webcams.

“Say Yes, Master.”

“Yes Master.”

“Even though you are using no contraception?”

“Yes Master.”

He pressed his hand to her belly and looked into her eyes.

“If you wish to leave, you must say your name three times. Do you understand Evelyn?”

“Yes.”
“Now go and bend over that bench; I will have to spank you because you forgot to use my proper title.”

Over then next few hours they did all kinds of things to her and, although once or twice over the years we had played at bondage, it was nothing like we had done. On the whole she had a good time, up until when they introduced her to a machine they called the ‘Spinning Jenny’.

“This machine was inspired by suggestions made by one of our other visitors. You will see why later, but first we have to find your size. Come over here.”

“Yes Master.”

He opened a cupboard to reveal a long line of tapered dildos, all the same length but of increasing diameter, took one out, lubricated it and passed it to her.

“Try this.” He looked at it critically as she inserted it. “Do you think you could take the next size up?”

“Yes Master.”

This continued until she was using one so large that she had to ease it inside and when he asked her about an increase, this time she said no.

“In my experience, when a woman says it’s the biggest she can take, it’s always possible to use the next size up.”

He took the next larger one from the cupboard and fitted it to the machine, then switched on a camera that was aimed down at a flat leather-covered table inside the ‘Spinning Jenny’. It was shaped approximately like the outline of a woman, with her legs spread wide apart, and it was pivoted at the centre so that they could turn her head-over-heels. There was a large circle, like a curved ladder, reminiscent of a hamster-wheel, and the table was mounted inside it.

She climbed on and they placed her feet against two blocks, securing her ankles with straps, then fastened another across her hips and then two that criss-crossed between her breasts and across her shoulders so that she couldn’t move. He made some adjustments of the angle and turned a wheel, so that the dildo pressed into her about half way.

“Now grasp the rungs with your hands and hold yourself steady whilst I take off the brake.”

“Yes Master.”

“Now move the table with your hands so that you are upright.”

She moved round about thirty degrees and stopped, gasping. The camera had moved too and, since it always showed an upright view of her body, I could see that the rotation was linked to the dildo in some fashion, so that as she turned, it pressed into her deeper, presenting an amazingly lewd spectacle. The inserted part looked as thick as her arm and the thickest section was yet to come. Very slowly, she continued turning until she was upright, it was fully inserted, and she was panting with her mouth wide open.

“God, it feels huge, it’s really stretching me.”

“You will get used to it, if not today then tomorrow or the next day. For every three revolutions you make yourself, you will get a point towards the challenge, but first you must be prepared so move back to the horizontal.”

As she did so, the door opened and a woman entered followed by a line of men that reached back to the door. The first one climbed on top of my wife and they withdrew the dildo; it was quickly replaced by his cock. They strapped him onto her and she was rotated until she was almost upside down.

“Hello Evelyn, I’m Jenny. I have come to help prepare you, but you have to help too by sucking the next one whilst I work on this one.”

The next in line bent down and my wife started to suck him. Jenny started to massage the scrotum of the first, then began working her hand up and down on his cock and licking all the way around his anus.”

“I had sucked them to nearly coming before we came in,” she said as she worked on him.

“I’m coming.”

Surprisingly he had kept quite still the whole time, and remained so, but the one my wife was sucking kept pulling away, so I knew he was close to coming too.

When the first had finished, he withdrew carefully and Jenny squeezed the last drops into my wife’s body as her lips closed together, then the Master replaced the dildo, pressing it fully home, and they rotated her back to horizontal.

The second was strapped onto the machine on top of her and she was rotated to near-vertical, the dildo withdrawn and replaced by his cock, then Jenny performed her ministrations again. This procedure was repeated with the third and fourth and Jenny spoke to her again.

“I thought it would be thrilling if I knew that none of their sperm could run out of me after they came, so I asked them to make this machine so that my cunt was vertical the whole time. The dildo provides a perfect seal whilst they change over.”

I could see that the treatment was really arousing my wife, because she had characteristic red flushes on her skin, and she was sucking the next one with great enthusiasm; so it continued.

After the tenth, they all left, just leaving the original group and Jenny, with my wife inverted and plugged by the large dildo.

Jenny knelt down and took my wife’s hand, placing it on her belly.

“Six months ago they did this same thing to me, it was the second time they had done it. In six months time your belly could be the size mine is now. At the moment you have ten times the normal amount of semen inside you and it’s all sitting in a pool directly over your cervix. What you need now is to orgasm, so that your contractions suck some of it inside your womb. The pressure from the dildo will help.”

Jenny stood and they handed her a vibrator, with which soon made my wife come, then she started to work a finger into her anus, keeping the vibrator trained on her clitoris, until she came again, her arms draping loosely on the floor and her head moving from side to side in the throes of her second orgasm.

“Now you will have plenty of sperm swimming round inside you; it’s time to work that dildo in and out so see if the rest can be encouraged to find their way.”

She turned round and round, slowly at first then faster and faster, turned on by the thoughts in her head and the thrill of the risks she was taking. She didn’t stop until she was exhausted and dizzy; they withdrew the dildo and helped her to stand, but when she looked between her legs hardly anything was running out of her body despite the fact that she was still stretched open wide.

I found out later that they did this every day that she was there.

It is now December and she went up to stay with them for three to five days last Thursday. I am expecting her back on Sunday, but now that she has stopped working it doesn’t really matter how long she stays. She phones me every day, and this morning the first thing she said was, “I can’t believe they still get so turned on when they see me. Three of them, they just fucked me, one after the other, and then they said that two more will be coming this afternoon.”

I turned to the monitor so that I could see her on the webcam. She was sitting on their bed leaning back on the headboard, holding the phone in her right hand.

“Now that’s not a very good view for the people watching, is it,” I said.

“Move nearer to the edge and put your foot on the floor.”

“Now lift your left knee up, so that we can see the wetness of their semen between your legs and turn towards the camera a bit more.” She smiled at us ‘watchers’ and rotated her hips slightly to give a better view.

“That’s better. Your aereola seem to have darkened even more and your breasts look a bit bigger.”

“Yes, they are quite heavy now, and they loved fondling them.”

“I bet they did. I love fondling them. And I love the way your belly has swelled out and you are so obviously pregnant, there is no way you could hide that from anyone now.

“It’s getting difficult to find a comfortable position for them to do it to me. I don’t think I’ll be coming here again, after this time.”

“Yes you will, but not for quite a while.”

“It’s still a thrill when they screw me, knowing what they did and how it happened. It makes me wet just thinking about last June.” She briefly put her left hand on her belly. “But perhaps not as much of a thrill as it was then.”

“Don’t worry, you will get that thrill again.”

“But I don’t want to get pregnant again.”

“You didn’t want to get pregnant last time, as I remember you saying. But next year you can go to them on a day outside the fertile part of your cycle, avoiding days 10 to 18.”

“But you know that method has a 20-30% failure rate.”

“Well yes, but that’s for women in their twenties. Just look at it the other way around, four times out of five it’s perfectly safe. Then every fifth time, you could take the emergency pill, just to make certain. You were really turned on by it weren’t you?”

I could see that she had understood the logic of my explanation – she knew just as well as I did that it was a flawed argument – but it sounded sufficiently plausible that she could live with it.

“Yes.”

“Then if you find it really turns you on again, you will be able to extend it a bit, just avoiding days 11 to 17. That will hardly increase the risk at all”

She didn’t say anything, but her empty hand had strayed to her crotch and she was gently stroking herself.

“Then if that goes alright, I could just avoid the most risky time, say days 13 and 14.”

She started to rub her clitoris in small circles and was soon breathing hard.

“Yes. But just think what an extra boost it would give you if you did it on those days, just now and then, as a special treat. I could always toss a coin afterwards, to decide if you should take the pills or not.”

“Maybe just once a year I could do that.”

“And in the unlikely event that you do get pregnant again, the next year it will be even less likely.”

“Ahhh...,” she panted, “that feels so good.”