u/Ruby-Beauvoir

We’d only been married four months when the fertility doctor delivered the bad news: my sperm count was terrible. “Borderline infertile,” he said. My wife Sarah didn’t scream or cry. She just went quiet, that dangerous little smirk forming on her lips.

The next morning she kissed me goodbye like nothing was wrong and sent me off to work with a sweet “Have a good day, honey.”

She already had a plan.

While I was stuck in meetings, Sarah texted her ex — Jamal, the tall, hung black bull she used to fuck before she “settled” for me. He brought his roommate Marcus along for fun. She didn’t even bother dressing up. Just yoga pants and a loose tank top. Easy access.

She went straight to Jamal’s apartment in the middle of her most fertile window. They didn’t waste time. Jamal bent her over the couch, ripped her yoga pants down, and slammed into her raw. “Gonna put a real baby in this married white pussy,” he growled as he pounded her. Marcus took her mouth, then they switched. They ran a full train on her for over an hour — stretching her, filling her, pumping load after thick load deep inside her while she moaned like a whore.

When she finally came home that evening, she looked freshly fucked. Hair messy, lips swollen, yoga pants with a very obvious wet spot between her legs. The whole house smelled like sex and cum the second she walked in.

She looked me right in the eyes, smiled sweetly, and said:

“I took care of our little problem today.”

She’s been going back two or three times a week ever since. Comes home ruffled, leaking, and glowing almost every time. Sometimes she’ll casually spread her legs on the couch and show me the mess they left inside her, rubbing her belly while she does it.

Last week she showed me the positive pregnancy test with that same wicked smile.

“Congratulations, Daddy,” she purred, gently rubbing her still-flat stomach. “Everyone’s going to know this baby isn’t yours… and you’re going to love raising it anyway, aren’t you?”

I’ve never been more turned on and humiliated in my life.

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My beautiful blonde girlfriend asked me to drive her to her ex’s house to finally pick up the last of her things. She said it would be awkward and she didn’t want to go alone. Like an idiot, I agreed.

We got there and her ex opened the door with two of his roommates. All three of them were tall and built. She told me to wait downstairs in the living room while she went up to grab her boxes. “I’ll be quick, babe,” she said with that sweet smile.

Ten minutes passed.
Then twenty.

That’s when I started hearing the sounds.

Faint at first — the creaking of a bed, muffled moans, skin slapping skin. My heart started pounding… but so did my cock.

I quietly crept halfway up the stairs and heard her desperate whisper:

“Shhhh… baby, please be quiet… or my boyfriend will hear…”

Then the wet, rhythmic sound of her getting fucked hard and fast. Her ex growled, “That’s it… take this dick. Don’t make a fucking sound.”

I stayed frozen there, listening as they took turns with her. Bare. No condom. One after another. I could hear her trying so hard to stay quiet — her hand over her mouth, whimpering, getting railed while she struggled to keep silent. The filthy squelching, the slapping, the deep groans when each of them came inside her.

Almost forty minutes later she finally came back downstairs.

She looked completely destroyed. Hair messy, lipstick smeared, clothes wrinkled, one strap of her top torn. Her face was flushed red and I could smell fresh sex and cum on her from across the room. Thick globs were slowly running down her inner thighs.

She gave me an innocent little smile and said softly, “Sorry it took so long… I had trouble finding some of my stuff.”

The entire drive home the car reeked of cum. I could see it still leaking out of her when she shifted in her seat. She was absolutely full of them.

When we got home she kissed me deeply, pushing the taste of their cocks and cum into my mouth, and whispered:

“Oops… I think I forgot a few more things at his place. We’ll have to go back again soon.”

I’ve never been more turned on and humiliated in my life.

See more pictures and scenes from her “collecting her stuff” visits on my profile.

When my gorgeous blonde girlfriend got accepted to study abroad in London for a full year, I was so proud. She looked like the ultimate dream girl — long golden hair, big innocent blue eyes, soft pink lips, and that sweet, wholesome smile that made her seem like she stepped out of a romance movie.

She promised she’d focus on her studies and stay safe. I believed every word.

What I didn’t realize was that in the rainy, gritty streets of London, pretty foreign girls like her quickly become known as “free use.”

And my sweet, innocent girlfriend didn’t just accept it… she fell in love with it.

She confessed everything when she finally came home. How it started with catcalls in the pouring rain. How local black lads would pull her into alleyways and stairwells after class. How they’d flip up her little skirt, yank her panties aside, and fuck her raw against the wet brick walls while rain poured down on them.

At first she tried to resist… but something broke inside her. The thrill of being used like a cheap slut in public, thick black cocks stretching her while cold rain ran down her face, became addictive. By the middle of the year she was actively seeking it — wearing short skirts with no panties, walking through rough estates at night, practically begging to be taken and filled.

She told me how they’d groan and pump her full of cum, leaving her leaking in the alley before disappearing into the night. How she started craving the feeling of warm loads dripping down her thighs as she walked home.

When she came back to me, she was still my beautiful blonde girlfriend on the outside… but inside she was completely changed. She gets dripping wet now just describing how many different black strangers used her that year.

And the most fucked up part?
Every time she tells me the details, I get harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

See more pictures and scenes from her year in London on my profile.

There’s a chair in the corner of every hotel room we book. We call it the cuck chair.

It’s nothing special — just a plain armchair — but from that seat I get the perfect, unobstructed view of my wife becoming a complete cumslut.

Tonight she’s wearing the black lace lingerie I bought her. The sheer babydoll clings to her full tits, and the tiny thong is already pulled to the side. Her long dark hair is messy, mascara starting to run, lips swollen. She looks like pure sin.

Three well-hung men have her on the king bed.

She’s on all fours in the center of the mattress, back arched, ass up. One guy is behind her, slamming into her pussy raw with long, powerful strokes. Another is in front, feeding his thick cock down her throat. The third is beside her, stroking himself and occasionally slapping his heavy dick across her face.

And through it all, she never breaks eye contact with me.

Even when the guy behind her starts pounding harder and her whole body jolts forward, even when the cock in her mouth makes her gag and drool long, thick ropes of saliva that drip from her chin onto the sheets, her big brown eyes stay locked on mine. She wants me to see every second.

The room is filled with filthy sounds — wet skin slapping, her muffled moans vibrating around the cock in her throat, the obscene squelching of her soaked pussy getting destroyed. Long strings of spit and precum hang from her lips and swing with every thrust.

The man behind her groans and buries himself deep. He cums hard, flooding her unprotected pussy with the first thick load of the night. She gasps around the cock in her mouth as she feels him pulsing inside her. She’s not on birth control. She never is on these nights. She wants to feel every drop.

He slowly pulls out and a thick river of cum immediately leaks from her stretched hole, running down her thighs. Without missing a beat, another man takes his place and slides straight into her cum-filled pussy.

She pushes back greedily, fucking herself on him while the guy in her mouth loses control. He explodes down her throat, filling her until cum spills from the corners of her lips and runs down her chin in heavy white ropes.

Still, her eyes never leave mine.

She pulls off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum still connecting her lips to his shaft, and gives me that wicked little smile I fell in love with. Then she leans forward, still getting fucked hard from behind, and kisses me deeply from the edge of the bed. I taste all three of them on her tongue.

The third man steps up and starts fucking her face while the second keeps pounding her pussy. They rotate, using every hole, filling her again and again. Each time one of them cums inside her, she makes sure I see it — pushing back so the cum leaks out visibly, dripping in long, obscene strands while she moans my name between thrusts.

From the cuck chair I have the perfect view of everything: her beautiful body shaking with orgasms, the way her pussy stretches and gapes around their thick cocks, the constant flow of saliva and cum dripping from her mouth and between her legs, and the way she never once looks away from me.

She wants me to witness exactly what she becomes when she’s like this.

And I stay right there in that chair, rock hard and throbbing, watching my gorgeous brunette wife get turned into a complete cum-drenched whore for these men while she stares straight into my soul the entire time.

It’s the most intense, humiliating, and addictive view in the world.

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