Mixed Race Before we were married, my then girlfriend Aggie was quite sexually active with other
men. I'm bi-sexual and assured her it was alright with me. In fact, I remember the first
conversation we had on the subject, I told her my biggest turn-on was my woman with
another man. She wasn't surprised, much to my surprise. She said this was quite common
and she might someday accommodate me. I smiled and made passionate love to her,
turned on by the fact that she was so open minded.
As time passed we would fight and break up, then make up and get back together again.
After one such fight, she came to a nightclub my band was playing at and on break we
went to my van, and started to fool around. In the midst of making love she asked if I
would take her back. I said "If you do something for me." "Anything" she promised.
"I want you to cheat on me tonight, Mixed Race ma'am, well be right down the street in our van, monitoring the situation the
whole time. These guys are really scum. They prey on innocent, unsuspecting women, just
like yourself. Who knows how many women they have violated? Who knows how many more they
will molest unless we stop them? We can't do it without your help, ma'am. For the good of
your community, for the good of society, you have to help us."
Christy hesitated before answering. "I . . . guess you're right, I have no choice.
I . . . I'll do what ever you need me to."
Before she knew it a team of agents stormed into her house, setting up their spying
gear. They planted tiny wires in every room. She asked if they could really see through
those things and they explained that they even had rotate and zoom capabilities. They had
her sign some kind of release for the equipment, she didn't really understand it. She asked
if she should tell her husband.
"Well ma'am, anything you tell your husband is of course up to you. Once we have these
guys in custody the tapes will speak for themselves, so your involvement will be over. They
only come around during the week days so your husband won't ever be disturbed. There really
isn't any reason for him to know about this setup and the fewer people who know about an
undercover operation, the safer it is for everyone."
"Now, here's what we need you to do," started Agent Smith. "It's very important that
you don't make any suggestions to these guys. That would be entrapment. Let them take the
lead and just go along with whatever they say. Just don't take any initiative yourself.
Got it?" Christy nodded and he continued, "We want these guys to know that they can try
and run their scam so you have to seem . . . available. It's best if your wearing something
suggestive, like a nightgown. When they make their initial pitch at the door, tell them you
are interested and let them in the house. Then you can offer them something to drink,
something alcoholic. It'll send them signals. Get excited when they explain the insurance
plan. Hesitate when they suggest the on-the-spot physical but then go along with it. Got it?"
"Well I . . . I won't actually have to take the physical, will I?"
"We will be monitoring the whole time and we'll stop them before things go too far, Ok?"
"Ok," Christy said with noticeable uncertainty in her voice.
Agent Jenkins exited her bedroom with some of her clothes on his arm. "We want you to
wear this," he said, "it will be perfect."
Christy's mouth dropped open. "Are sure I have to wear this?" The outfit agent Jenkins
selected was a very sheer blue teddy Todd had gotten for her on their first anniversary. She
had never worn it because it was just too embarrassing. It was basically just a thin piece of
cloth wrapped around her torso that had a ribbon that tied between her breasts. Two straps
ran over her shoulders, holding it up, and the fabric only ran went down as far as her hips.
The front hung open below the ribbon, exposing her belly and the see-thru powder blue thong
panties that went with it. Christy felt very uncomfortable at the idea of wearing it,
especially in front of total strangers. But the FBI agents must know what they were doing,
she figured. She would just have to trust them.
After they finished wiring the house the agents all cleared out. Christy went into the
bedroom to change into the teddy. She started to unzip her dress but then had the uncomfortable
feeling she was being watched. Looking around she couldn't find any cameras but she had seen
agents come into the bedroom with their equipment, so she knew the bugs must be in here. There
couldn't be any cameras in the bathroom, she thought, so she went in there to strip. Even so,
Christy hunched over when undressing and faced into the shower. She slid out of her dress and
underwear as fast as she could and put on the sheer teddy and panties.
She looked in the mirror and was horrified to see that her breasts were Pregnant Interracial Gangbang Black Cock Suckers resist. I ate her for a while, then slid my now raging hard-on into her. She moaned
with pleasure as I added to the sperm already in her. As I finished, she moaned she was still horny,
and in her drunken state I knew she could fuck for hours. I pointed the van in the direction of an all-night
adult theater and drove off. She asked where we were going, and I smiled. "It's a surprise," I said, a devious
plan forming in my mind. Couples are admitted free and as I pulled into the theater some minutes later
I asked if she was into watching some porno flicks. "If it will make you hard again, sure," she laughed.
We were in the theater minutes later and the only other patron was a young black guy. We sat
in the seats in front of him and after about 10 minutes of watching the film, she seemed to forget
he was behind us. I was getting hard again Slut Wife Black Cock
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Cuckhold she said, opening the door so they could
see her outfit. She bent her knees to the side a little and spread open her arms. "See?"
"That's certainly nothing to be embarrassed about," Sam said, desperately trying to
keep his jaw from dropping to the floor. Christy could see the lust in their faces, a look
no one had ever given her before, and it felt kind of excited. Her diving coach in high
school was the last person to tell her she had a great body, but that had pretty much been
the last time she had shown it to anyone, besides her husband. Even he only ever saw her
undressed on rare occasion, and always when the lights were out. Either way, Todd wasn't
very forth coming with compliments. She weighed the same as she did in high school and she
knew that her figure, 37C-29-33, was the same as Madonna's, according to People magazine,
but it was flattering to actually have someone acknowledge her as attractive. Inviting the
men in, Cindy turned to lead them into the living room. She heard low moans and figured they
must have noticed her round, half-covered ass. She thought she head their hands slap in a
high-five.
Once in the living room, she motioned to the sofa for them to sit, and then she offered
them a drink. They nodded and she went to pour some scotch from the liquor cabinet. She heard
some mumbles from the sofa as she bent over to get the glasses out of the lower drawer. As
she walked to the sofa she couldn't help but notice how the men were trying to not be obvious
about the fact that their eyes were staring at her body. The teddy swung open with each step,
exposing her cleavage.
Christy sat on the sofa between the two men. Sam took his drink and introduced the
black man, Terrance Davis, as a licensed medical technician. They shook hands. Christy felt
a tingle as his large hand covered hers. Both men were about 6 foot and looked to be in
great shape. They couldn't have been more than 23.
Sam placed a brochure on her bare thighs as he moved closer to her. Her teddy hung wide
open under her breasts, exposing her body covered only by skimpy panties. Sam explained the
comprehensive coverage to her, illustrated in the brochure. He pointed to a pie chart on the
first page and then rested his hand on the corner of the brochure, which was resting on her
knee. When his warm hand touched her bare flesh she shivered. Christy quickly swallowed her
drink down. She noticed that while both men's heads were turned towards the brochure in her
lap, their eyes were locked on the barely covered breasts in front of them. She was very
embarrassed to see that her nipples had become erect and were sticking straight out. Terrance
started to breath loudly. Christy couldn't really focus on what Sam was saying. His fingers
began playing with the corner of the paper and also, therefore, lightly fondling her knee.
Christy looked up to try and see if any cameras were looking at them but couldn't find any of
the spying devices. Sam asked her is she liked what she heard.
"Oh yes," she replied, "this is really an amazing plan."
"Then we can sign you up today," insisted Sam.
"Well, I'll have to talk to my husband first."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Simmons, but Worldwide is only able to offer this plan to customers
that sign up at the presentation. The rates will almost double if you wait."
"Oh gosh, I don't know what to do," said Christy.
"I'll tell you what we can do. Let's fill out all the information forms. We can see
if you even qualify for this plan. If you do, then you can make your decision."
"Hmm . . . that sounds reasonable."
Sam asked several basic biographical questions about Christy and her husband. When he
finished filling out the application he asked Christy when she last had a physical.
"About a year ago."
"Worldwide can't issue this policy unless you've had a physical within the last month.
Mr. Davis here is a licensed nurse and will be able to perform the required tests for you."
Before Christy could respond Terrance Dogfarts Free Sex awful friendly with the guy she had been
dancing with. They were on the dance floor dancing every slow song. She had been
drinking pretty heavily and was slightly drunk. "I didn't think you'd mind" she said and
kissed me deeply, signaling she was more than a little turned on. "No, I don't mind, in fact
I was getting kind of turned on" I whispered in her ear.
She smiled and I returned to the bandstand to finish up the last set. From my vantage
point I could see the back door and half way through the last set, she intercepted this guy
as he walked out of the men's room and practically dragged him out the back door to
where my van was parked. The rest of the set was played with a hard-on. As I packed up
my guitar and headed out the back door I noticed my van was rocking and snuck up and
peered into the front window. There lay Aggie with 
Black Cock Suckers Mandingo Meaning rock. His cock seemed to be throbbing. A wave of nervousness passed
over her as Terrance pushed her left knee up to her shoulder and pushed her right knee away
from her body. He moved his hips to swing his cockhead to her damp pussy lips. Christy
quivered in anticipation. With a quick thrust he plunged his black cock a good six inches
deep inside her aching pussy. That was further than her husband had ever been. Both men began
pumping rapidly in and out of her.
"Holy shit! Look at that little slut," shouted one of the FBI agents in the van,
stroking his dick through his pants. "She is going to town on those guys!"
"Maybe we should break in now," offered the youngest agent, more anxiously this time.
"This isn't really protocol, is it?"
"In a couple of minutes, kid. A couple of more minutes of this and we'll have an iron
tight case against these guys," replied Agent Smith, starting to squeeze his own dick.
Back inside the house, both men had taken their cocks out of Christy. An instant pang
of disappointment passed over her. Were the FBI here? Sam grabbed her shoulders and turned
her around, pushing her on all fours. She was still on top of the sofa. He was now behind
her and Terrance's big wet black cock dangled in front of her face. It seemed to point
straight at her mouth. She had never seen anything so powerful looking. His cock was at
least ten inches long and thicker than Vienna sausage. That's what it looked like, a big
black Kielbasa.
Sam ripped the teddy from around her waist and tossed it across the room. He grabbed
both her ass cheeks and spread them wide apart as his hard dick started thrusting deep into
her pussy. She was completely filled by the giant tool. She was starting to feel delirious
from these new sensations, being fucked like a cheap slut. Terrance slapped his solid cock
against the side of Christy's face. The pain brought her mind back into focus. She looked up
at Terrance as he wagged his cock before her. She obediently opened her mouth wide and
engulfed the giant black dickhead. The head filled her mouth completely. Terrance pushed his
hips forward, forcing half his cock down her throat in one stroke. Christy tried to relax her
muscles so she could accommodate these gigantic sex sticks. Terrance grabbed the sides of her
head and began pumping in and out rapidly, literally fucking her mouth. Both men fell into a
quick rhythm, ramming their dicks in her open holes. Christy never imagined feeling so full.
After a few minutes of this hot action, they again pulled their dicks out of her. Before
Christy knew what was happening, Terrance had slid underneath her. With his hands on her hips
he guided her body up, and over his. He brought her groin to his, maneuvering her pussy onto
his rigid black flagpole. Christy couldn't wait to feel him inside of her again. She had never
felt like this before. She felt a pang of guilt as Terrance lowered her down onto his dick,
cramming his hard man meat deep inside her pussy. Christy reminded herself that she was doing
this for her country, for the FBI and for all women out there who might be molested by
these . . . bad men. She started humping him, building up speed, riding his cock faster and
faster. Her pussy was on fire.
Sam pushed her down from behind. Her face was right in front of Terrance's. He stuck
his tongue down her throat. She had never kissed a man like that before. He muffled the scream
she let out when she felt Sam's dick press into her asshole. His cockhead pried apart her
closed sphincter. He forced his cock in, jamming her dark hole full of his meat. People
aren't suppose to fuck like that, she thought, gasping for breath. She was paralyzed by the
pleasure/pain filling her body and was powerless to stop him.
Sam began thrusting his hips rapidly, slamming more and more of his dick down her
asshole. Both cocks pistoned in and out of her. The men moved in well practiced unison.
Terrance squeezed her tits hard as Christy Angelica Black Cumbang guy
stiffened and shot his load deep in her pussy. He kept cumming and she was grinding her
clit into my teeth as her small body was racked with multiple orgasms. When her black
lover finished cumming, he pulled out and my mouth was flooded with his sperm. She
felt this and ground harder cumming again and again. When she was finished she stood
up and three other patrons stood there applauding.
She quickly pulled up her pants as I sat up and regained my composure. We quickly left and on the
way out of the parking lot she muttered, "I don't believe we just did that. Don't you ever ask me to
do that again."
"Okay baby, I won't," I promised.
We drove home and she wanted to fuck all night after that. We fell asleep around daylight and I came a
total of 6 times that night. But this was just the beginning of our fun.
More in chapter two. 
Wimp Cuckold ma'am, well be right down the street in our van, monitoring the situation the
whole time. These guys are really scum. They prey on innocent, unsuspecting women, just
like yourself. Who knows how many women they have violated? Who knows how many more they
will molest unless we stop them? We can't do it without your help, ma'am. For the good of
your community, for the good of society, you have to help us."
Christy hesitated before answering. "I . . . guess you're right, I have no choice.
I . . . I'll do what ever you need me to."
Before she knew it a team of agents stormed into her house, setting up their spying
gear. They planted tiny wires in every room. She asked if they could really see through
those things and they explained that they even had rotate and zoom capabilities. They had
her sign some kind of release for the equipment, she didn't really understand it. She asked
if she should tell her husband.
"Well ma'am, anything you tell your husband is of course up to you. Once we have these
guys in custody the tapes will speak for themselves, so your involvement will be over. They
only come around during the week days so your husband won't ever be disturbed. There really
isn't any reason for him to know about this setup and the fewer people who know about an
undercover operation, the safer it is for everyone."
"Now, here's what we need you to do," started Agent Smith. "It's very important that
you don't make any suggestions to these guys. That would be entrapment. Let them take the
lead and just go along with whatever they say. Just don't take any initiative yourself.
Got it?" Christy nodded and he continued, "We want these guys to know that they can try
and run their scam so you have to seem . . . available. It's best if your wearing something
suggestive, like a nightgown. When they make their initial pitch at the door, tell them you
are interested and let them in the house. Then you can offer them something to drink,
something alcoholic. It'll send them signals. Get excited when they explain the insurance
plan. Hesitate when they suggest the on-the-spot physical but then go along with it. Got it?"
"Well I . . . I won't actually have to take the physical, will I?"
"We will be monitoring the whole time and we'll stop them before things go too far, Ok?"
"Ok," Christy said with noticeable uncertainty in her voice.
Agent Jenkins exited her bedroom with some of her clothes on his arm. "We want you to
wear this," he said, "it will be perfect."
Christy's mouth dropped open. "Are sure I have to wear this?" The outfit agent Jenkins
selected was a very sheer blue teddy Todd had gotten for her on their first anniversary. She
had never worn it because it was just too embarrassing. It was basically just a thin piece of
cloth wrapped around her torso that had a ribbon that tied between her breasts. Two straps
ran over her shoulders, holding it up, and the fabric only ran went down as far as her hips.
The front hung open below the ribbon, exposing her belly and the see-thru powder blue thong
panties that went with it. Christy felt very uncomfortable at the idea of wearing it,
especially in front of total strangers. But the FBI agents must know what they were doing,
she figured. She would just have to trust them.
After they finished wiring the house the agents all cleared out. Christy went into the
bedroom to change into the teddy. She started to unzip her dress but then had the uncomfortable
feeling she was being watched. Looking around she couldn't find any cameras but she had seen
agents come into the bedroom with their equipment, so she knew the bugs must be in here. There
couldn't be any cameras in the bathroom, she thought, so she went in there to strip. Even so,
Christy hunched over when undressing and faced into the shower. She slid out of her dress and
underwear as fast as she could and put on the sheer teddy and panties.
She looked in the mirror and was horrified to see that her breasts were Mixed Race watching the film and she freed my cock and
started sucking me. The black guy stood up to watch and asked if we minded him coming
around front to see the show. I signaled him around and Aggie seemed oblivious to him,
as she deep throated me. He took his position on the other side of her and freed the
largest, blackest cock I had ever seen. Aggie was so intent on sucking me that she didn't
notice I was signaling him closer. I placed her hand on this monster cock and she started
stroking him as she sucked me. I gently pulled her head off my cock and directed her face
towards his mammoth cock. She looked up at him and muttered "MMMM, dark meat!"
and proceeded to suck this stranger off. She never released my cock from her other hand
and stroked me as she sucked and licked him. After a few minutes she removed her
mouth and returned to sucking