Interracial Erotic Stories

As he pondered these things he thought back on the four years he and Angelia had been married, a marriage that until he'd started getting the pictures he'd thought of as satisfying and good. She had barely gotten out of her teens when they had married and she was naive and unfamiliar with what was expected of her, but she had grown quickly into the role of the perfect Preacher's wife. She'd been a virgin when they had married so he'd gone slow, knowing that sex was new and strange to her and not wanting to frighten or make her think he was some kind of sex fiend, he had limited sex to just two times a week. A schedule he had stuck with up until this last year, when for some reason he couldn't recall, he'd let his husbandry duties slide to maybe twice every two or three weeks. As he went to close the drawer his eye caught one of the first pictures he'd received. It was the one where as she sat astride one Negro as another had taken her from behind, while yet a third had used her mouth. Picking the picture up a thought raced through his mind that this was one of his favorites as he noticed again that beside the depraved happenings on the filthy mattress four other naked blacks grinning like sex fiends stood in close proximity to the simultaneous fucking of his wife, each holding his shiny cock as if eagerly awaiting his turn to use her. In this picture as well as a lot of the others that had followed the only things she wore were her glasses and her crucifix, but what was especially noteworthy and highly stimulating about this picture, beside the fact that she was being fucked by three Negro's at the same time, was the amount of cum on her. In addition to the slug-like trails of spunk that could be seen on her upper chest and across her cute little breasts, several streaks of cum had left a shimmering slimy trail across her face while her glasses, cocked almost comically off center, had several globs smearing the lenses. The picture was a good indication that these three had not been the first, in fact it left little doubt, at least in his mind, that she had more then likely been fucked by all seven of them already and that what was happening in the picture was the beginning of possibly the second but more then likely the third time they had used her. Putting the snap shot into his jacket pocket he closed the drawer and stood up thinking that today he would finally confront her and then he walked from the rectory. Arriving at his home, which was supplied by the church and his parishioners, he noticed that like so many times before it was dark, indicating that his wife had not yet returned from her shopping, so without turning on any lights he made his way to the living room where he poured himself a drink. As first one and then another and yet a third whisky sour slipped down his throat and into his empty stomach the reasons for his wife's absences were abundantly clear, absences of which he had until this very moment given little thought, but he could no longer deny it. The pictures he possessed were proof. For the last month, and with each new packet of photos, he had refused to accept what was staring him in the face, but that was the denial of a man who refused to come to grips with reality. Now his anger and frustration had finally reached a point where he must do something or relinquish his right to call himself a man. But what? Pictures of his beautiful wife floated up clouding his vision and without realizing what he was doing his hand went to his zipper and a moment later he had freed his cock and had began spanking the monkey again. How could he hope to compete with men whose dicks were not only so much bigger than his but also giving his wife so much pleasure, which, from the expression on her face in the pictures it was evident. He laughed almost maniacally as he pulled the picture from his pocket and stared fixedly at it until his arm grew tired and his dick felt like raw meat and then with a growl of frustration he admitted he couldn't. It would have been bad enough if she were having an affair with one man and sneaking away maybe once or twice a month, but her lovers numbered in the teens. But those he only knew about because of the pictures. How many others did she have that he wasn't aware of? Standing up he poured himself another whiskey, as with mind clouded with drink tried to reason why she had taken so many lovers. He had to call them lovers for from the dreamy look on her face and from the uninhibited way in which she was letting each of them use her. He couldn't say she was being forced to perform such sordid acts. A slut, that's what she was, a common slut, a tramp, why else would she willingly let those men use her? Oh God why? Her shameful actions would have been bad enough with just one Negro, but to perform such wanton acts with several of them and most of the time simultaneously while being photographed was beyond his understanding. With his cock now soft and just barely drooping from his opened zipper he staggered through the house cursing and blaming God for his whore of a wife before collapsing unconscious beside the fire place. As he slowly slipped into oblivion he was not aware that an hour or so earlier as he'd sat in his rectory looking at the latest set of photos his petite wife was being introduced to her latest group of lovers. A meeting which, as usual, had been arranged by her lover and master Warren, a man who while her husband Reverend Peterson was visiting a sick parishioner had informed her as to what he expected. Boldly and only minutes after the Reverend had left for his visit Warren had appeared at her door and had only minutes after entering the living room ordered her to her knees. Without drawing the blinds or in any way trying to prevent an unexpected visitor from witnessing her servitude she had did as instructed, where after loosening his pants and pulling them from his hips had with her small hands and soft lips brought his eight plus inches to hardness. Without being told and because she knew what he as well as all her other Negro lovers expected and took great relish in seeing her do, she raised her eyes to look into his face as expertly and after teasingly flicking her tongue over the fat knob of his dark cock her lips began their torturously slow travel down the length of his ebony instrument to it's hairy base.