Act 2: The Party
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Chapter One: Group Tension…
Their first amazing hotwife evening was a pleasurable memory. Fulfilling her hopes, her taboo pregnancy -conceived with a man not her husband- developed just as she had anticipated. It was after all the natural consequence of her decision to enjoy multiple rounds of unprotected sex while ovulating and fertile. She and her husband enjoyed the long months watching her belly swell as the unmistakable proof of her infidelity grew inside her womb. Nine months later their taboo love-child was warmly welcomed into the family, born happy and healthy. Also fulfilling her hopes, the father was close enough in looks to her husband that the neighbors and friends never suspected her husband to be a cuckold. At least she never heard any whispers of suspicion about her taboo sexual tendencies. True to his word, her husband continued to be both loyal to her, and a loving parent to the child he hadn’t fathered. He even continued to be supportive of her ongoing sexual and romantic relationship with her child’s father. His encouragement of her scandalous new sexual appetites and secret hotwife identity had led inevitably to her enjoyment of several other pleasurable encounters with other men outside their marriage. She fully and gladly embraced her new role as a sexually insatiable and romantically demanding hotwife, and a shameless cuckoldress. Her appetite for scandalous behavior had been well and truly unleashed.
Her husband had lovingly planned this night for their enjoyment. The children were with the babysitter, and he had paid attention to getting them both ready for the party. The preparations had been made well in advance. He had planned the night out after receiving the invitation from her boyfriend for them to join a particular neighborhood party. It had been many years since either of them had been to a party.
Of course she dressed in an amazingly slutty outfit. Her dress was incredibly thin, scandalously short and skimpy past the point of leaving anything to the imagination. It led with a dangerously low and tasteless wide plunge in front that threatened to reveal her bare breasts, and finished mere inches below her lovely ass cheeks. Any carelessness in her movement was nearly guaranteed to flash her bare tits and pussy to anyone nearby. Of course she wasn’t in a mood to be careful at all, and was in fact feeling very cavalier to the point of being careless about her skimpy dress. As a matter of course she was completely without any undergarments. Easy access to her most intimate spots was the entire goal going into this party. To finish off the outfit she wore her hotwife anklets on one leg and a new necklace that announced her purpose without shame. Dangling from her necklace was a charm that brazenly spelled out “SLUT” in bold capitals. It was to make plainly obvious that she intended to act like a slut and get laid that night. The way she was feeling, getting run through by a train, or a good gangbang was the only acceptable outcome. She was definitely coming home late with a different man’s cum inside of her, preferably several men’s worth.
Her cuckold husband had purchased some bottles of liquor to bring for the party and planned to offer both drinks and his wife to anyone who showed interest. Hopefully her boyfriend would let some other men get some action with her.
Before they set out for the night they shared a steamy make out session with some roving hands. The evening was going to be a good one.
Chapter Two: Excitement…
“This is it.” Her husband announced as they pulled up in front of the party.
They climbed out of the car and headed to the party house. As they walked up she glanced down at her nipples, marveling at how much they struggled to burst through the fabric of her skimpy dress. Perfect.
She caught her husband’s eye and grinned at him. He knew full well that she planned to be used and degraded as a mere fuck doll for other men all night.
“I feel like such a slut right now!” She proudly announced to her love.
“You look like a complete slut right now, babe.” He replied with a laugh. “Any dude without a girl here is going to be all over you like flies on a piece of meat.”
Her hubby rang the doorbell and someone opened the door shortly after. He looked them over and gruffly asked.
“I don’t know you, what are you here for?”
The music blared through the open door.
Her husband replied calmly,
“Her boyfriend Mark invited us over.”
The other fellow frowned, looking at them each in turn and inquired,
“You aren’t her boyfriend? So who are you, then?” Her husband smiled and shrugged sheepishly but he replied confidently,
“Well, I’m her husband.”
The man at the door considered that for a moment before he smiled and laughed contemptuously. As he stood thinking he stared at her breasts, noticing her slut pendant displayed prominently above them.
“Haha, okay cuck! So then what are you bringing to the party?” He demanded with a sneer .
She looked at her husband as he replied with continued confidence,
“Well, I brought liquor…” he paused and held up the bottles he had brought from the car. He then looked pointedly at his wife, scanning her up and down before meeting her eyes. She didn’t notice the other man at the door following his gaze. She smiled as she anticipated her husband’s next statement. “And I also brought some entertainment for the rest of the guys here.” He declared as he shifted his eye contact to the other man. The other guy pondered momentarily as he looked from her husband back to her re-hardening nipples that were rapidly making themselves unmistakably apparent.
The man finished considering the offer and replied,
“Sounds great, come on in and enjoy!” He backed out of the doorway and beckoned them in. As they entered he shouted out to the other party guests, “Hey everybody, this is Mark’s girlfriend and her husband!” A round of laughter and catcalls met them. Some introductions were made and her husband went to put the alcohol in the kitchen and make drinks for them both. Apparently her boyfriend hadn’t been able to show up after all.
She looked around briefly and noticed that she was one of only a few women attending the party. Two of the other women were obviously also part of the evening’s planned entertainment for the men. They were dressed in skanky outfits similar to hers and already either well past tipsy or straight up drunk. The other slutty girls were each surrounded by several men who fondled them with obvious predatory intent. She guessed they would soon find themselves in one of the bedrooms receiving either train runs or gangbangs. A third woman was in the house, but she was evidently spoken for as she received only cursory attention from the other guests, despite being dressed in similarly provocative clothes. As the hotwife watched, one of the other sluts stumbled her way drunkenly upstairs with several men. What was happening next for that bimbo was delightfully obvious. Knowing the drunk slut was about to be passed around like a cheap sex doll sent electric shivers arcing between her legs.
She noticed a large group of men by the couch was eyeing her with interest. As she looked they motioned for her to come join them. Her pulse quickened as she smiled and started obediently towards them. It was quite obvious that her purpose was decided then and there; soon she was to be the slutty entertainment for this group tonight. There was a small spot open on the couch between two men who sat with their legs spread. An idea presented itself to her. She was going to squeeze in between the men and drape herself around them in such a way as to guarantee some groping.
She smiled and introduced herself. She turned and slowly sank back onto the couch. As she took her time and slowly lowered back she felt exploring hands on her ass. She squeezed herself in between them. As she sat back she raised her arms and wrapped them around the shoulders of the men. Turned as they were, this act rendered her very exposed and gave them a perfect view down her dress at her breasts. She was squeezed in with her knees tightly together, and her legs were tight against theirs. To ensure she portrayed the sluttiest appearance, she turned slightly and shifted, leaned even more into the man on her left and then draped her right leg up and across the leg of the man on her right side. With her short dress and spread legs, nearly anyone in the room could now watch her naked pussy as it quickly grew damp with excitement. Both men alongside her responded nearly immediately with roving hands moving appreciatively to glide up her inner thighs. Her heart raced, she suddenly grew lightheaded, and she became distinctly aware of her nipples hardening to sharp little diamond points. She felt as if her nipples might rip right through the flimsy fabric of her dress. Her damp pussy throbbed and suddenly felt extremely wet inside. She quickly felt herself overwhelmed by lust as she became maddeningly horny. Her dazed feeling grew and she experienced a powerful craving to have as many strange cocks inside of her as possible.
They made some small talk while she waited for her husband to bring her a drink. She continued to feel lightheaded and unable to focus so she barely noticed the conversation. The men had apparently commented on her slut necklace charm. As they spoke, the men inspected it, using it as a convenient excuse to get their hands on more of her bare skin. She smiled as she felt fingers and hands brush across her breasts. The man on her left shifted. With her leaning back against him and her arms raised up and out around the men, she presented the perfect opportunity for him to reach around and cup his hand fully around her breast. She enjoyed the exhilarating sensation as he groped her. She felt her responsive body begin to ache with desire. His grip caressed from one breast to the other, attracting the attention of every man in the room. As she endured the assault on her breasts, she felt the man on her other side slide his hand up her thigh to meet the dripping wet lips of her pussy. She trembled with desire as his fingers easily slid inside of her. A trembling of anticipation buzzed through her entire body as a film of sweat emerged to dampen her skin.
As she sat and struggled to think through the fondling, she noticed the second wobbly bimbo being led to go upstairs. The sounds of the first woman getting plowed roughly were suddenly noticeable from upstairs. She looked down watching her fondled breasts rise and fall as her breathing deepened and she moaned in a low husky voice,
“If you boys keep teasing me like this I’m gonna to need your cocks inside me really bad!” Laughter and cheers along with catcalls were the response to her statement. Their groping assault on her most sensitive areas intensified to ensure she followed through to make good on her promise.
Just then her husband appeared with a strong drink for her. He observed her outrageous slutty behavior and the wildly aggressive groping situation with a smile. Her eyes were shut as she was approaching an orgasm and was oblivious to his return. He watched as she gasped, moaned and began to squirm with excited sexual tension.
“Are you okay babe?” He asked her with a chuckle. “I brought you a stiff drink, but you look like you need something else stiff inside you instead!” He joked. The other men in the room laughed and smirked at each other. She opened her eyes and accepted the drink he offered. Without hesitation she reached out, grabbed the cup, gulped the drink down and handed the cup back. She let out another moan and declared breathlessly,
“Yeah babe, I’m desperate. I need to get fucked hard and creampied! I need all these cocks to cum in me so bad!” She closed her eyes again and laid there panting, squirming, licking her lips and gasping in pleasure as the men alongside her pushed her closer to orgasm. She spread her legs wide, carelessly forcing her skirt up over her hips. Suddenly her head rolled back and she bucked and twitched, hips thrusting wildly as her orgasm erupted from within.
By now every remaining man had gathered around, watching her intently. The room was suddenly crowded with men. The biggest man spoke up.
“Get that bitch upstairs. I want to stuff that pussy! She’s gonna get my baby in her belly!”
As her husband watched, she was smoothly helped up off the couch. Off balance and still cumming, she paused and stood wobbling, then slowly pulled her dress off over her head. The man who had just spoken looked her up and down before he cupped one of her breasts and asked her pointedly, “so tell me slut… are you on any birth control? I want to know if you’re the ho that’s gonna be my next baby momma!” Completely naked now except for her jewelry, and in a daze of lust, she looked around and eventually found her husband. She smiled a devilish grin and tossed her dress at him. As he caught her dress she announced,
“I’m definitely not on any birth control, and you are welcome to try your best to knock me up.”
Her grin intensified as she was turned and lead upstairs. She called over her shoulder to her husband, “Keep that for me, babe. I won’t need it anymore tonight. You don’t need to wait up for me honey, I’m gonna be busy getting fucked all night! I’ll have you lick my pussy clean later baby. If you do a good enough job cleaning me I just might not get knocked up again.” The other men all laughed and cheered at her demeaning announcement as they walked her upstairs to a bedroom for her pounding. As they left he noticed that every single other man left at the party was also heading upstairs to fuck and degrade his wife right then.
Chapter Three: Waiting for the Train…
Flushed with humiliation from her demeaning comments, her husband pondered a realization and felt a moment of panic. Everyone else was heading upstairs to fuck her raw. He knew there was no way she would even try to use protection. He tried to remember if she was near ovulating. If she was then she was almost guaranteed to get pregnant again. Nearly all the other man preparing to fuck his wife were Hispanic, Black, or Asian. They almost all had far darker skin than either he or his wife. If they put a baby in her, then the result of her infidelity was guaranteed be permanently visible to everyone around. His heart rate accelerated and he could feel it thundering in his chest. As humiliating and terrifying as the idea was, the idea of her impending next pregnancy publicly outing him as her cuckold was exhilarating and arousing. He considered the degrading comments he would endure and felt his cock hardening in his pants. He imagined her lounging with a beautiful dark skinned baby suckling on her breasts. In his mind his wife would wear a most serene expression of privilege and supreme contentment while she enjoyed watching him take care of the previous child he hadn’t fathered.
Almost as if reading his mind, he heard a woman speak.
“I hope you like mixed babies, cucky.”
His face burned bright red as he turned to see what apparently was the only other person left downstairs at the party. She walked toward him and continued, “My husband is the big loud black man who took your slut upstairs. He never uses condoms when he breeds with your white bitches. He always makes sure to pump his cum deep every time he smashes that white pussy. He’s gonna to put a baby in that bitch for sure.”
She looked down at his obvious hardon and chuckled. She reached down and rubbed his cock and balls through his pants, watching his reaction.
“Hmmmm, I don’t think you mind that though. I bet you want her to give you a black baby. You probably love that she makes you her cleanup bitch.” She paused and listened. They could both hear his wife moaning loudly. Her moans increased in time to the sound of loud rhythmic slapping sounds that rang out, marking the sound of two sweaty bodies slamming harshly together. It sounded like she was getting absolutely railed. As they listened the slaps increased in speed and volume, and her moans became cries of pleasure. Her cries of pleasure soon turned into shouts as the slaps gained intensity and rang out like wet meaty thunderclaps,
“Ooooohhhhh…”
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Slap, slap, slap,
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“Mmmmmmh…”
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Slap, slap, slap,
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“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
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Slap! Slap! Slap!
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“Oh God!”
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Slap! Slap! Slap!
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“Uhhhhhhhhh…”
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Slam! Slam! Slam!
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“Mmmmmmh…”
Slam! Slam! Slam!
“Please!”
Slam! Slam! Slam!
“Huhhhhhhhh…”
Slam! Slam! SLAM!!
“Fuck!”
SLAM!!! SLAM!!! SLAM!!!
“Yes!”
SLAM!!! SLAM!!! SLAM!!!
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
SLAM!!! SLAM!!! SLAM!!!
“Oh God!”
SLAM!!! SLAM!!! BANG!!!
“Fuck!”
BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
“OH!!!”
BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
“YES!!!”
BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
“Oh SHIT!!!”
BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
“OH!!!”
BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
“FUCK!!!”
Eventually they heard her shouts build into one last pleasurable squeal, followed by a deep manly growl, catcalling, cheers and applause.
BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
“OhhhhEhhhhhAaaaahhhhh!!!”
“Urrrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhhhhg!!!”
They both knew what had just happened. The most dominant man in the house had just unloaded his balls deep into the hotwife’s womb. Still rubbing his now rock hard cock, the other woman leaned in an whispered in the cuckold’s ear,
“You know exactly what that sound was, cuck. My husband just put his baby deep in your bitch. That slutty ho got a pussy full of his cum now. She ain’t used to having such a big cock stretching her, is she?” She paused and watched his reaction, and continued, “His cock is almost nine inches long, and as wide as a fist. He done fucked her in places she didn’t even know she had. Now she’s all stretched out and she got that black baby fucked deep up inside her belly. Your cheating slut wife just made you a daddy again.” As she spoke she felt him throbbing as he erupted in his pants. As his orgasm finished she pulled her hand back and laughed at him. She shook her head in disbelief and wandered off to a different room. He stood there breathing heavily, recovering his senses.
As he stood there, he noticed the sound of rhythmic and methodical slapping sounds starting up again and drifting downstairs. He turned and slumped down on the couch. Remembering his own forgotten drink, he sipped as he listened. By the time he was halfway through the drink, the noise changed and was punctuated by the sounds of a different man grunting victoriously. He knew with near certainty that the slapping signaled his used wife submitting to yet another harsh cock pounding. The grunts that had followed undoubtedly signaled exactly when the next man began unloading the contents of his balls inside of his slut. Another dangerous load was now deep inside of his cheating wife’s cunt. Again the sounds of laughter, catcalls and high-fives accompanied the end of the grunting and confirmed his assessment. A brief pause was heard and then the steady slapping started up again as the next conquest commenced. She was getting run through at an alarming pace. The cuckold was pleased in the knowledge that his slut wife was undoubtedly enjoying her degrading experience, so he got up and went to get another drink.
While he was in the kitchen the other woman came in and started to chat with him. He learned her name was Shae, and her husband was Deon. They discussed the similarities of their respective marriages. Shae loved that Deon could make any woman give her pussy to him. She seemed to live vicariously through his conquests. She was submissive to him from the very core of her heart. She revealed how Deon was well known for his tendency to organize large gangbang parties such as the one that night. They turned the discussion to the cuckold and his hotwife and her sexual exploits. She wondered how amazing it was to experience a train run by Deon and his friends and how lucky his wife was to be getting run through. Although muted, the sounds of his wife’s debauchery still worked their way tantalizingly to his location in the kitchen. Judging by the periodic bursts of noise that signaled a repeated threat of yet another creamy addition to her cum-dump, she had probably been run through at least a dozen different times.
The conversation was pleasant, and throughout it she made no further sexual advances toward him. They discussed the likelihood of his wife getting impregnated, and his loyalty to raising other men’s children. Several drinks later they were still chitchatting. All the while, sounds of his wife’s continuing defilement filled the house. Her near constant whore-like moans and gasps of pleasure now started and stopped randomly, for seemingly no apparent reason. Eventually they exhausted the conversation and he decided to head to the couch to relax. As he sat back down he closed his eyes and imagined the scene that the sounds hinted at upstairs.