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They had been married just a little over two years now, and she wondered where
this marriage would lead to.

She had always led a sheltered life, and when he came along, he practically
swept her off her feet.

He was a few years older than her, but what struck her the most, was that he was
a "take charge" kind of guy.

Early on, he had been the one who had suggested where they would live, what kind
of car they would have, and pretty much everything else that was associated with
their life.

In fact, he had even told her what he expected her to wear, not suggesting.

She had to admit that the sex was a lot more than her mother had ever led her to
believe she would be experiencing, but when she did not become pregnant, they
had ended up getting tests that showed his sperm count was too low. That seemed
to change everything in their sex life.

They had gone from having the lights off, when they made love, to doing pretty
much everything that newlyweds could think of when the bedroom door was closed.
It had evolved to her wearing skimpy outfits ( because that is how he wanted it
), to even giving him a blow job, when he took her out to the drive-in.

At first she had put up some arguments, but over time she found it was just
easier to do what ever it was that he wanted.

She found it highly erotic that he would insist that she wear no under garments
when they would go out for dinner. And as time went on, she had to admit that
it started to turn her on too.

When he had suggested that they bring others to their bed, she had put up a
feeble argument, but she noticed that he was serious, so she had relented.

The first time had been with one of the guys he knew from church. It had been
awkward, but he had sat by the bed and yelled instructions to her, as if he was
directing a porn movie. Having someone new enter her body had been both
traumatic and sexually exciting for her. She recalled that her husband had
stood by the bed and jacked off, while she had her legs high up in the air and
was being pounded.

Thank God, the guy had brought along a condom. At least she knew there would be
no chances of some disease, or God forbid a chance at pregnancy.

That had happened on a Friday night, and the very next night the same guy was
over again. This time they had set side by side on the sofa, while she had
gotten on her knees and gone from one to the other, sucking them both off to
completion.

After that, she thought she had experienced the ultimate in degration, but it
seemed to spur him on more and more. That evening after the guy had left, her
husband had fucked her so hard, that she was actually sore the next morning.

Of course the natural progression from there had been to do a swap with another
couple that they knew, and she even agreed to let him take videos of her having
sex with other guys, cause he claimed it was a great way for keeping up the
intensity of their sex life. She was not so sure of that, but she did agree
that prior to them having sex, watching herself on the TV having sex with
someone else seemed to get her wet right away.

Then out of nowhere, he brought a black guy over one night, and she was
introduced to interracial sexing. If her mother would have found out, she was
sure she would have torn her eyes out of their sockets.

Well one black guy led to another, and here she was tonight entertaining three
of them. Her husband had set up the video equipment, and when the first guy had
climbed on, she had tried to push him away, because he wasn't wearing any
protection, but her husband had told her to "get her fucking legs up", and that
was the end of that.

She knew that he was selling some of these movies, cause he was buying better
equipment with them, and the lighting was better than a corner book lamp that
they used to use.

So there she was, with this black man giving her a pretty good going over. He
had already fucked her for a good ten minutes, and she could tell that he must
be getting near to cuming. This of course bothered her, cause he wasn't wearing
a condom.

Having a couple of martini's prior to them coming over, had clouded her
thoughts, and she wasn't sure where she was as far as her cycle was concerned.

So when the guy looked over his shoulder to her husband, and said that he was
getting ready to cum, she stiffened up. When he said to "fill her up", she
looked over to him, like she couldn't believe that he had just said that.

She started to say something, and the black guy started grunting, and shooting
his cum.

When he pulled out, she started to get up to go clean herself up, but another
black guy was upon her before she knew it.

Her husband kept telling the guy to fuck her hard, and shove the other guys cum
deep into her womb.

With tears in her eyes, she pleaded with her husband to make them stop it, but
the look in his eyes told her that he didn't care.

That night she was fucked twice by each of the three black men, and they all
deposited their cum into her. After a while she didn't care anymore.

After they had left, she had gotten into the tub and cried, wondering if indeed
she was pregnant.

When she did one of the pregnancy test later that week, it turned up negative.
It had been a big relief for her, until she had told him about it. That is when
he turned to her with a strange look on his face and said.... "don't worry, I've
got more black guy lined up for this coming weekend".......