A Wife's Decent Ch. 10

A Wife's Descent Ch 10

1 - A Normal Work Morning

I wake up wondering what day it is, what time it is, do I have to be at work, what's going on? It takes me longer than normal to work it all out. I'm relieved that it's just past 6 am and Monday morning. My natural wake up time, even though we were very late to sleep last night. I was one of those lucky enough to not have to worry about alarms waking me up each morning.

I rolled a little and felt the knickers I had on dig into places I didn't usually feel underwear. My hands were quickly adjusting them and feeling a strange dampness around my cock area. Last night the wetness was lower down, around my balls, which is where a woman's pussy would leak. But right now it was more up front. Confused, had I cum in the cage thing last night, was that even possible? I didn't care enough to worry about it. Instead rolling a bit to see my beautiful wife laying there still sleeping.

My mind racing through what the weekend was and how it finished. Did Emily say something about being a Black Cock Whore? Did I hear the words drugs and money from her? In what context, how, who, when? I needed a pee, I needed tea, I needed a shower. It was Monday and I needed to log in soon.

I slid into my usual Monday routine and left Emily to sleep, again normal for a Monday. Toilet, showered strangely with a cock cage on, dressed (like a normal man), logged on and I bought a cuppa up to her just as she was starting to stir. It was around 7 am, all like clockwork. Good as she had work this morning and usually left at around 8.30 am.

As I looked at her I wondered if she's ok for work? We'd still not discussed the weekend that we'd just left behind. I didn't know what had happened, what she'd done. She actually looked well rested and, surprisingly, not tired. Maybe she did have some rest time with those men?

We smiled, exchanged pleasantries and confirmed that today was a 'normal day'. She got up taking the tea with her into the bathroom. She even stopped just in front of me to pause and pose. Something she's never done before. Simply standing there, one hand on her hip facing me.

What a goddess, huge heavy, ring tipped tits. The rose tattoo on her boob winking at me, its simplicity almost conflicting with the thick, industrial looking nipple rings. Her black lace knickers pulled tight against her pussy, her plump lips showing clearly as they push against the material. Then I spot her ankle tattoo, the large empty spade. I shiver as I wonder what the plan is for that.

She moves on to the bathroom, closing the door. I unconsciously sniff the air, a definite trace of her weekend activities floating in the air. Sex, cum, smoke, booze, all alien to me at this time of the morning in our bedroom.

I shake my head and wander down the stairs, back to my office when I hear the front door unlock. Standing and heading to see what was going on, I was surprised and also not surprised to see Michelle entering. God, this early again, she really was a woman on a mission. I watched her stand to one side of the door as I was then surprised to see two new, complete strangers come in with her. They were of course both black men. So today wasn't going to be a normal Monday. I stood there, surprised, shocked and wondering what her plan was today. Would Emily be ok with this? Again? Where the hell was Michelle finding all these men.

She looked down the hallway at me just as they all closed the door. Then we heard the toilet flush above me and the shower start. She smiled, "Morning Chris," and she very briskly started to walk up the stairs. The men in tow, of course.

"Morning Michelle." I didn't know what else to say as I watched the three of them move into my house, the two men giving me the usual British men's nod of 'right', which I returned. So weird how this was already the norm for me. Strange men walking into my house, and into my bedroom.

I knew this needed my attention, work would have to wait. I needed to know whatever this was about to be, so I followed them up the stairs. As I arrived in my now usual place, our open bedroom doorway, Michelle took control again, "She's in the shower. Then going to work in a bit." and she looked at me for acknowledgement. I nodded. She turned back to them, "Let's make this a surprise for her, so keep it quiet." They all shared a grin.

Michelle pulled the duvet off the bed and lobbed it on the floor. I was embarrassed at the stage of the bedsheet. There were clearly stains visible on it, no doubt from yesterday evening's fucking and maybe my leekage last night? Actually probably her's also. Geezzz.

Michelle picked up on it, "Yup, a slut's bed alright," and she sniggered. The men chuckled with her. One of them ask her, "You'd better be right about her being a looker. I dun't be getting up this early for a some fat white munter."

She looked at the wall browsing through framed pictures and smiled to herself. She almost picked up our wedding photo, but decided on a photo of a pregnant Emily back in the day. In the photo she was beaming with happiness. She had exposed arms as it was summer, but not much else to the eye. Though she was beautiful, the size of her chest couldn't be ignored.

"You want us to fuck a preggo slag?" one asked, confused.

Michelle quickly put him straight, "She's a fucking slag alright, but that's how she will look like in a couple of months." Michelle realised she had to limit her volume because she started to be too loud.

He snorted, "But she could be fat now," trying to keep his voice down.

"So does she still have titty milk?" Now the other became active.

Michelle snapped at them quietly throwing the photo back where she picked it up from, "Just you wait." She looked back at me and smiled before turning back to the two men. "How about you both get completely naked on the bed ready for her?" They were about to say something when we all heard the shower stop. "Quickly!" she ushered them.

Then turning to me, "We'll leave them to it. Let's see what happens," a huge grin on her face as she pulls me from the doorway onto the landing and across to Claire's bedroom. She's away at uni so the room was empty, Michelle has us both sit on her bed. Christ, Emily wasn't going to like this surprise, was she? She'd probably also think it was me that had organised this. As I sat on the bed I looked at my watch, it was 7.34 am, this was going to be a rush, or I'd have to make excuses at Emily's work.

Michelle picked up on my time check. "She's got plenty of time, don't worry."

And then it started, we heard Emily talking to me. She thought I was in the bedroom and I guess hadn't opened the door yet, "Can you get my blue bra out of the..." We heard the bathroom door open and a screech, "What HA..!"

Then a deep chuckle from a man, "Oh yes, that's one fine white mare." Then the other with a simple, "Ummhumm," in agreement, obviously.

I had to guess that my wife was either naked or had a towel somewhere and that on our bed were now two completely naked black men. I'd love to have seen her face as she saw them for the first time.

Her confusion obvious, "What are you......, where is..... "

One of the men crudely and simply told her, "We're here to put our nut in you. You're going to work in a bit yer?"

More confusion from my wife, "What, I, errr yes."

The other man, "Drop the towel and come over here," followed by a possible noise of that towel hitting the floor.

The first man, "Fuck love them's some knockers. Jezus H Christ, I've never seen'm so big."

"Don't mind him, I see you looking at my meat. Come on."

Then the sound of the mattress giving as I feel Michelle's hand on my leg. I turn to her as we hear the sound of a whimper and more movement. Then one of the men said, "You don't want condoms, hey?" Then the other, "You're dripping," and they both laughed.

No reply but more movement and another whimper, then the sound that must have been lips on a body part. I instantly saw it as one of the men with his lips around her nipple. "You know your way around black dicks, get to work." The way these two strange men were talking to my wife had me excited. I'd not heard someone being dominant to her like this before. They were very obviously in control.

Kissing sounds and an, "Ummm gawwwddd yes," that must have been a cock entering my wife. It was the unmistaken sound of a woman taking a big cock into her pussy for the first time in a little while. The throaty sound of the first stretch.

I turned to Michelle, "Where'd you find them?"

"Online," with a huge grin.

As the rhythm of the clear fucking and moaning started in the room next door, the ease with which my wife accepts yet another stranger's black cock inside her was a revelation. The grunts and moans from them were sending my mind wild with visions of what they were doing.

How many cocks had she had in her in the last 48 hours? The unknown weekend again flashed through my mind as Emily's drifting off comments from last night came flooding back to me. Turning to Michelle I asked, "Michelle, last night Emily said something about drugs?" She didn't react so I added to it, "and something about money and being a whore?"

She smirked, then laughed, "You're worried that your precious wife could be turned out by the nasty black men?" I mean, I sort of was yes, but when she put it like that, no? She continued, "What did she say?"

I tried to recall, "I dunno, something about being a black whore and..."

She cut me off, "A whore for black cock?"

Didn't quite sound right but, "Yer?"

She laughed, "And?"

Oh so that was nothing, "Something about money and I'm sure she said drugs."

She smiled, "Yer I could smell weed on her last night. That's fine."

"Fine?" I was more than a little alarmed.

"Yer, makes the sex," she did a wavy arms thing, "more far out man," and laughed.

"Oh," though I wasn't convinced.

"Fuck me, Chris, she's in there bareback fucking some strangers I just brought in and you're worried about her being called names and smoking a little dope." She squeezed my thigh, "She is a whore for black cock, just listen to her."

We did. Grunting, moaning, she was asking for more, thanking them and kissing them. They were calling her all sorts, one of them clearly fascinated with her tit size, telling her how he was going to worship them forever and how he was going to make her a star. Through it all my lovely wife Emily was acting as Michelle had said, as a whore. Not once was there a pause or a no, or stop. She was simply a sex animal, loving every second of it.

Michelle surprised me, "I doubt she's taken anything more than a puff of weed."

"Doubt?"

She smirked, "Yup, I doubt it."

That didn't reassure me. Checking my watch again, "She has work in a bit."

She stood up, "She'll be fine, plenty of time. She'll have their balls drained in no time," and she walked out of the room. I stood to follow her, but with her back to me she reminded me, "You need to be at work also, don't you?"

"Yer," and I joined her moving to the top of the stairs. I peeked into our bedroom, somehow at ease seeing Emily, one of the men was lying on the bed, he was facing Emily's back, his cock was clearly in her. Her attention was directed elsewhere, she was licking the other guy cock. She was doing it with passion, her every head movement was pure concentration. She was in her element, I was so proud. I felt Michelle's hand on my back, aiming me down the stairs. I sighed and closed my eyes, taking in the sounds now behind me.

I glided down the stairs, glad and sorta disappointed that I wasn't going to be involved this time. Soon at my desk, looking over the systems that I needed to keep an eye on. IM's popping everywhere with the usual Slack mornings, stats, figures and more to get my attention. Even though I could hear the fucking still upstairs, it was quiet enough and I was engrossed enough that it wasn't a distraction. Had it already become the norm?

2 - Dressed for work

I was snapped out of my work focus with the sound of the front door again, turning around seeing nothing, I'd not even heard the stairs? I listened carefully, wondering was it Michelle that had gone, or the men? Looking at the clock on my screen, it was 7.52 am, she was going to be late. I then heard the unmistakable sound of my wife orgasming from above me. I naturally reached for my cock to move it as the blood started to flow to it, but my fingers were instead met with the hard plastic through my trousers. This was going to take some getting used to. The orgasm sound caught my attention as it was joined with a deeper howl of a man joining in the throes of pleasure.

That surprised me, I'd assumed they'd both left. So one had gone? Or had Michelle left? I listened intently to try to work it out. But nope, I couldn't guess. I then had the thought that maybe someone else had simply walked in? My screen pinged, someone needed me on a Slack call.

This time trying to focus on the call was tricky. Knowing that above me another load of cum was being injected into my wifes womb. My wife, that was now some kind of slut for black men. She was trying to get knocked up to fulfil my perversions. The complications that it would bring. The huge impact on our life going forward. My cock strained again.

I managed to get out of the call just as the front door banged again. This time I'd heard the stairs before it so I knew someone had left. She was going to be late. I quickly jogged up the stairs to remind her or ask her if she needed me to do something.

My cock and balls nearly exploded at what I saw from my perch, again in the bedroom doorway. Michelle was sitting on the end of the bed watching my wife get dressed. I arrived right at the start of the process. Emily was leaning forward, at her hips stepping into her knickers. Her colossal tits threatened to tip her forward as they swayed forward and down. Her nipple rings dangling down, swinging freely, adding to the eroticism of the vision.

The conversation that joined the scene was making it even harder for me to not rip my cock cage to pieces. Like the hulk ripping his clothes, my cock obliterating its prison, breaking free to allow me to reclaim my wife. Alas all that happened was for it to hurt more.

"Keep your legs together tight," came Michelles instruction to my wife. I was sort of confused until Emily replied as she pulled the knickers up her legs.

"God Michelle, I really should shower or at least let it out a bit."

Michelle laughed when the knickers reached their goal and my wife pulled them nicely over her hips. "Nope, you'll be fine."

Emily turned to face Michelle, seeing but ignoring me in the process. Her hand on her hip, "God, Michelle, I can..." She stopped and closed her eyes. "Yup, god woman." Michelle clapped her hands. I was slightly confused.

Emily opened her eyes, and looking down at her crotch said, "Yer har har. Jeezus really?"

The only reply she had was a, "Yup, come on now," and Michelle threw her an item of clothing. Emily untangled it, quickly we all worked out it was a skirt. "And you don't have to keep them closed as tightly now."

Emily tutted, "Yer yer, I get it. God darn," as she resumed her previous pose stepping into the skirt. Again I was mesmerised at the weight and movement of her breasts. I'd seen them for years, but today every movement she made was that bit more dirty and sexy. Maybe it was knowing that she had a womb full to overflowing with cum? It was then that I realised what they were talking about. My wife's knickers were going to have a puddle of cum in them very soon if not already. I nearly moaned out loudly at my pain as that realisation hit me.

The charcoal coloured skirt now over her hips as she pulled it into place. It wasn't overly short, professionally long, but sexy tight. You could see her ass and thick, muscly thighs stretching it nicely. Standing there half dressed with her tits out made me remember how this all started with that work party when she wore a skirt like this for the first time. Another item flew towards her, that she caught. This item was obviously a bra.

The three of us in a weird silence as Emily carried out the impressive task of wrestling her tits into the garment. It was black, to match her knickers but I don't think it was a set. The knickers were a solid black, but this bra was an entirely transparent, lacy affair. I was able to really acknowledge the skill in how quickly, decisively and elegantly she was able to manipulate the collection of hooks, straps and lace into place. The weight on her shoulders clearly evident as the straps took the load of her full mammaries as they were pulled up, away from their natural position. This caused them to fill the cups to bursting, the sides bulging with pure boob flesh trying to escape. I was in heaven taking this all in.

Michelle then held something out in her hand. Emily stepped forward to take whatever it was from her hand. The answer came as she soon put some, larger than I'd seen for a while, hooped earrings in her ears. A nice thick gold colour, if I had to guess maybe 50 mm or more. I liked them and was wondering where they'd come from.

Once they were done she simply stood there looking at Michelle. It was obvious that she was waiting for her top. Whatever it was going to be. She put both hands on her hips and I expected her to say something, or for Michelle to say something. But both women simply looked at each other. My wife standing there half dressed, Michelle sitting on the end of our bed. I didn't know if they were going to burst out laughing or if my wife was going to get cross. I felt like it had already gone on too long. Looking across at the bedside screen, watching the time move across it, 8.06 am. Time was ticking on. I was about to say something when Michelle reached behind her and passed the next thing to my wife.

It was a flat packet, in white tissue, maybe A5 in size. Emily looked as confused as me, as she unwrapped it. "Ohhh Michelle," and she smiled, clearly pleased with what she saw. At that Michelle stood up and moved towards me. She stopped short of me and picked up a bag that I hadn't seen before. Emily sat on the bed as she unwrapped the packet. I then watched in slow mo as I tried to take it all in.

Quickly realising that my wife was unraveling a pair of white, sheer, fancy stockings. I watched her slowly pull them, one and a time up her long legs. I'd swear I could hear the static crackle as the material slid along her skin. The grin on my wife's face as she worked these up her legs was lovely to see, she was clearly enjoying this moment. So was I. I'd also certainly noticed her bra encased boobs being squashed against her thighs as she leaned forward to pull the stocking over her foot. This was a scene straight out of an 80s softcore film, it just needed the soft back lighting to wrap it up.

Michelle now sat on the bed, just as Emily had done all she could sitting down. She stood and nearly tripped over the heels that Michelle had placed in the space that she was previously standing. Watched my amazing wife, twisting, pulling and straightening the stockings as a sight to behold. The white against the charcoal skirt was eye-catching. Her knickers kept appearing from moment to moment as she worked to get it all just right, her tits jiggling and trying to escape in the process. This entire process was burned into my mind.

When she was satisfied that it was all decent, she smoothed down her skirt and stood there looking again at Michelle. She was obviously waiting for her top as that was all that was left. But Michelle smiled at her and nodded towards her feet.

The heels. They were black and shiny, certainly not cheap imitations, they called out money and expense. Emily stepped in, her entire posture changing as she settled into them. Her calves were pulled tight, her ass pushed out, her tits pushed forward. She looked like she was going to tip forward even more. She giggled, I groaned.