Aurora and I (Nathan) are were commuters, a typical white couple from the suburbs, young and childless, and with more desire to have fun than to consider a life plan for the rest of our lives. I am an engineer and my wife architect. We travel every working day from suburbs to the city center in our car. She drives. We only have one car but we work very close to each other. We meet every day for lunch together, although almost every day we have lunch with some co-workers I (miner or hers). Because we do not have children and we both have good salaries, our standard of living is were pretty good. We go usued to go out many weekends, alone or accompanied by other couples of our same socioeconomic level. Some weekends we stay used to styay at home, in summer we used to enjoy the pool or go out to dinner outside.
Joan and I are in pretty good shape. I don't mean to brag. She was then (two years ago) thirty years old, five feet and four inches tall and weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. My wife is a stunning woman with a sexy look. I was thirty yo, 6 feet 9 inches tall and weighed 162 pounds. We do sports every day. She is blonde and slim with C cup bra.
One of our most frequent hobbies used to be this: she walks slowly through the city and I walk a few steps behind. She wears a miniskirt and a very low cut shirt (or a dress with similar characteristics). I watch as men turn their heads a little when they think nobody sees them to watch her. Sometimes I record it with my gopro camera and we had fun watching the videos at night at home. Actually I speak in the present tense when I should speak in the past, because our life changed radically - and improved - after that Monday, June 26, 2017.
One of our most frequent hobbies used to be this: she walks slowly through the city and I walk a few steps behind. She wears a miniskirt and a very low cut shirt (or a dress with similar characteristics). I watch as men turn their heads a little when they think nobody sees them to watch her. Sometimes I record it with my gopro camera and we had fun watching the videos at night at home. Actually I speak in the present tense when I should speak in the past, because our life changed radically - and improved - after that Monday, June 26, 2017.
After a summer weekend when we rented a cabin in a forest, on Sunday we arrived home very late. Before, we had dined and drunk too much wine, especially my wife. I had to drive home. It was fortunate that we did not meet with a police patrol.
The next morning, the car did not start. The battery was discharged. I checked with desolation that I forgot the lights on. Normally my wife was driving and I didn't have much habit of doing it. Aurora did not say a word of reproach. He just asked: "What do we do?"
"I bought the battery three months ago. We just have to charge again with the battery charger, and tonight we'll have it loaded again."
"Oh no. We will have to go by train to the city. You know it's full of negroes and Mexican immigrants. I hate those people, dirty and ignorant. Most do not even know how to speak correctly. I do not even like to see them in movies. And the train will be full of those sweaty and dirty people. I hate them."
My wife was racist, but this is the only fault I saw in her. In the rest she is perfect. She is caring, affectionate, loving and she pampers me a lot. Rectify: she used to spoil me a lot. (I have to remember that this happened in the past and it doesn't happen anymore, but when I remember the happy moments we both lived together, I seem to relive them as they did now. No, I do not regret what I have done since that day, but sometimes the longing for those happy moments comes to me). Everyone loves her except blacks and latinos. She helps everyone (except blacks and latinos). We had talked about the racism many times and we never agreed. This was not the right time to talk about it again, if we did not want to be late for work. So I hurried to put the car battery to charge while my wife called a cab.
When we got to the train station, there was a huge crowd waiting for the next train. The crowd was larger than normal - people at the station talked about it -, because as we learned later, the previous train was damaged in some previous place on the railway.
We had to wait half an hour until the train arrived. Joan kept looking at her beautiful wristwatch that I had given her on our last wedding anniversary.
"Today we are going to be late for work."
"Yes, it's true, but we can not do anything", I replied. "We must try to be in contact and not separate."
"Okay", she replied with discouragement.
However, we could not avoid separating. Suddenly I was locked between two gigantic black men with no possibility of leaving while my wife was pushed by the crowd to the next car.
As soon as it was possible for me, I was backing down the train looking all around looking for Joan. I measure 6 feet 5 inches and thanks to my height it was possible for me to look for my wife over the heads of others.
The train was very long and I had a hard time finding her. When I got to the last car, I did not find my wife either. She can get off at a previous station if she had felt dizzy from the crowd and from the smell of the crowd. We were at the end of June and the heat (the air conditioning did not work) added to the fact that there are always people who do not think that showering every day is important for everyone, not only for them was there a bad smell. However, even though I shower every day, I was also sweating because the heat was high. I wore my jacket under my arm because the heat was too hot.
At the end of the last car I saw a group of five young black men standing in a circle around something or someone I could not see. They were screaming with joy and cheering themselves. Blacks and immigrants were cheering for them. I asked a man in his fifties with a Mexican look about the matter.
'A white and young slut is sucking those blacks' dicks,' he said scornfully. 'I think she is sucking the last one, but if you want to watch you should hurry because we're about to get to the terminal station and all the passengers will get off the train'.
I approached the group separating those who watch or tried to watch what was happening and I managed to reach the group of five black men. Some even tried to record with their mobiles what was happening. Thanks to my height I could see Joan kneeling in the floor and licking a black big cock. Strange behavior for a woman who barely half an hour was talking bad about blacks and their filth. Suddenly her racism had disappeared.
The strangest were my feelings. I did not feel anger or jealousy. I was enjoying the show. My wife's eyes were fixed on what was in front of her and she did not look up. She was focused on the huge black cock in front of her. She sucked his cock in its full length. Obviously she was enjoying a lot. From her face and her gestures it didn't seem that anyone was forcing her to do something she didn't want.
Then she put it in her mouth or at least tried it, because the cock was too long to put it whole in it. No doubt his cock was twice as long as mine and twice as thick. A few days later I learned that his cock was not the biggest in the group, but I'll tell you that later. My wife is very beautiful, but at that moment I saw her more beautiful than ever. And I saw her more times so beautiful and not just licking black cocks.
In the same second that the train stopped at the station, Joan swallowed all the semen with greed and delight. Then he looked up and saw my face leaning between two shoulders. Instead of seeing regret or disgust on her face, I only saw her tongue licking and sucking her lips. She had the same look as a naughty girl who is sucking a candy even though her mother has forbidden it because it is very close to lunch or dinner. That mischievous look conquered me.
When we all went down to the platform Joan exchanged his mobile number with one of them and promised that they would see each other (the six, she repeated) again soon.
We both left the train station without saying a word. I did not ask for any explanation and she did not offer to give it to me. Our workplaces were, as I said before, close to each other, and although the distance was not very large, we took a taxi to try not to accumulate a greater delay.
We both had to work another hour to recover lost time. During lunch we did not say a single word about the train incident. I tried to guess by his gestures that she was thinking. She was melancholic and abstracted, but with a face of pleasure as if remembering something fun or beautiful. Joan barely spoke and I respected her silence.
But the strangest thing for me was my own attitude. I was not angry or irritated with my wife. I simply looked like an entomologist observing the strange behavior of a new insect. I was curious to know that more things were going to happen. I was convinced that what had happened that morning on the train was going to affect our lives.
When at evening, once at home, we talked about what had happened on the train, we both talked with laughter that our bosses had scolded us for not working at the normal pace, but much slower. That was not the most productive day of our lives.
Aurora talked for more than an hour with the black man she had asked for the phone number. And he did the same on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But he did it secretly from me, simply ordering me not to follow her to speak with privacy.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we went to work in our car, but on Thursday night we had a long conversation that I summarize now.
- I guess you haven't forgotten what happened on Monday morning on the train - she said.
- No, of course not.
- The crowd pushed me to the end of the last car. There a group of five black men surrounded me. One of them made me kneel and unzipped the fly of his pants. He took out a huge black cock and took me with both hands of my nape and forced me to suck his cock. You've known me for six years and you know that I've always been racist, but I don't know what went through my head but I couldn't refuse. Believe me, I didn't make a single gesture of rejection! I was hypnotized in front of that huge black cock! I could not reject the authoritarian gesture of that black man who forced me to suck his cock! I don't know what went through my mind! I started sucking that black guy in front of other blacks and Latinos. Then not even the other four blacks who were his friends surrounded us so that people would not see us. At the time I swallowed his semen he gestured to his friends to surround us and have some privacy. But it was too late. Several people had filmed us with their mobiles. I saw it and realized everything. And I did nothing to prevent it. And I kept sucking black cocks. And I swallowed his semen. Do you remember that I always refused to swallow yours? Well, at that time I was so crazy, so out of me that I swallowed the semen of them five. You could see how I swallowed the the semen of the last one.
He paused. Then he stared at me.
- What you think? What was your impression of what you saw and what I have told you.
- When I saw you surrounded by those five blacks sucking one of their dicks, I thought I had never seen you so beautiful and pretty. You were sweating and with disheveled hair, but you were very beautiful.
- Seriously?
- Yes, dear.
- I wanted to propose a divorce because I thought it was the most honorable way out for you.
- Divorce? Are you crazy? I will never divorce you. Never!
A pause longer than the previous one.
- This changes everything. If you don't want a divorce, we have to find a way to live all seven together. I will make a call. There is some salmon, lettuce and tomato in the fridge. Please make grilled salmon and a simple salad. I'm hungry.
- Sure, dear.
Although Aurora said she was hungry, she spent almost an hour and a half talking on the phone. I was nervous, I don't know if it would be the conversation she had with black (or blacks) or because of the increase in the phone bill that threatened to ruin us.
- Everything is already fixed, honey. On Saturday morning the five blacks will come on the train. We will wait at the train station and bring them to home. I'm sorry honey, but if you don't like my plan, you can spend the weekend somewhere else. I am a cautious woman and I have saved an emergency money fund to spend with contingencies. I think I have about 200 or 250 dollars.
- No dear, I will not leave you alone. We will be together.
- Honey, I don't know if you understand what I'm going to do with them five all weekend.
- Of course, honey, I understand. You are going to fuck with them, and I will be with you, cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, ironing. This week we have not taken much care of our home and it is very dirty. Oh, by the way, there is only half a bottle of whiskey left and I have to buy more. I imagine your friends like whiskey, right? And beer. I don't have to forget about beers. Tomorrow Friday, when we return from work, we go to the supermarket to buy everything. Whiskey, beers, meat, vegetables, fruits, ice cream. On Sunday we can make a barbecue...
- Oh honey I'm very proud of you. You are the best husband a woman can have. But there is one more thing.
- What?
- They demand some things about you.
- What things?
- The first thing is that you and I don't have more sex anymore. They want me exclusively for them and their friends that they can invite in the future.
I stayed silent for a few minutes without knowing what to say. She looked at me curiously.
- How they intend to prevent you and I from having sex?
- In two ways. The first is that, from now on, at least one of them will sleep with me in our bed. Tonight will be the last night we will sleep together. Starting tomorrow, you will sleep in the guest room. If you want to fuck me, take advantage of this night because you will not have another chance anymore. But if you prefer divorce, tonight you go to sleep at a hotel and we will never have sex again.
- The second requirement is to put you on a chastity device.
- Whaaaat?
- Look on your cell phone what it is.
I did that and I was amazed when I saw photos.
- There are men who lock their penis in that kind of ... how to say ... cage with lock or lock !!! I exclaimed in amazement.
- Yes, there are men who wear it all day. We may know someone who takes it and we ignore it.
My led to think of Patrick, an office mate who we believe is dominated by his wife.
After another pause that lasted a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, as they say in many novels, I said.
- Let me think for a few hours. Tomorrow during breakfast I will answer you.
- Very good. But tonight, do you want to fuck? I am very hot.
That night we had the best fuck we ever had together. Aurora agreed. I didn't wait for breakfast to say yes. She called "her friends" to tell them the news.
END OF THE FIRST PART
The next morning, the car did not start. The battery was discharged. I checked with desolation that I forgot the lights on. Normally my wife was driving and I didn't have much habit of doing it. Aurora did not say a word of reproach. He just asked: "What do we do?"
"I bought the battery three months ago. We just have to charge again with the battery charger, and tonight we'll have it loaded again."
"Oh no. We will have to go by train to the city. You know it's full of negroes and Mexican immigrants. I hate those people, dirty and ignorant. Most do not even know how to speak correctly. I do not even like to see them in movies. And the train will be full of those sweaty and dirty people. I hate them."
My wife was racist, but this is the only fault I saw in her. In the rest she is perfect. She is caring, affectionate, loving and she pampers me a lot. Rectify: she used to spoil me a lot. (I have to remember that this happened in the past and it doesn't happen anymore, but when I remember the happy moments we both lived together, I seem to relive them as they did now. No, I do not regret what I have done since that day, but sometimes the longing for those happy moments comes to me). Everyone loves her except blacks and latinos. She helps everyone (except blacks and latinos). We had talked about the racism many times and we never agreed. This was not the right time to talk about it again, if we did not want to be late for work. So I hurried to put the car battery to charge while my wife called a cab.
When we got to the train station, there was a huge crowd waiting for the next train. The crowd was larger than normal - people at the station talked about it -, because as we learned later, the previous train was damaged in some previous place on the railway.
We had to wait half an hour until the train arrived. Joan kept looking at her beautiful wristwatch that I had given her on our last wedding anniversary.
"Today we are going to be late for work."
"Yes, it's true, but we can not do anything", I replied. "We must try to be in contact and not separate."
"Okay", she replied with discouragement.
However, we could not avoid separating. Suddenly I was locked between two gigantic black men with no possibility of leaving while my wife was pushed by the crowd to the next car.
As soon as it was possible for me, I was backing down the train looking all around looking for Joan. I measure 6 feet 5 inches and thanks to my height it was possible for me to look for my wife over the heads of others.
The train was very long and I had a hard time finding her. When I got to the last car, I did not find my wife either. She can get off at a previous station if she had felt dizzy from the crowd and from the smell of the crowd. We were at the end of June and the heat (the air conditioning did not work) added to the fact that there are always people who do not think that showering every day is important for everyone, not only for them was there a bad smell. However, even though I shower every day, I was also sweating because the heat was high. I wore my jacket under my arm because the heat was too hot.
At the end of the last car I saw a group of five young black men standing in a circle around something or someone I could not see. They were screaming with joy and cheering themselves. Blacks and immigrants were cheering for them. I asked a man in his fifties with a Mexican look about the matter.
'A white and young slut is sucking those blacks' dicks,' he said scornfully. 'I think she is sucking the last one, but if you want to watch you should hurry because we're about to get to the terminal station and all the passengers will get off the train'.
I approached the group separating those who watch or tried to watch what was happening and I managed to reach the group of five black men. Some even tried to record with their mobiles what was happening. Thanks to my height I could see Joan kneeling in the floor and licking a black big cock. Strange behavior for a woman who barely half an hour was talking bad about blacks and their filth. Suddenly her racism had disappeared.
The strangest were my feelings. I did not feel anger or jealousy. I was enjoying the show. My wife's eyes were fixed on what was in front of her and she did not look up. She was focused on the huge black cock in front of her. She sucked his cock in its full length. Obviously she was enjoying a lot. From her face and her gestures it didn't seem that anyone was forcing her to do something she didn't want.
Then she put it in her mouth or at least tried it, because the cock was too long to put it whole in it. No doubt his cock was twice as long as mine and twice as thick. A few days later I learned that his cock was not the biggest in the group, but I'll tell you that later. My wife is very beautiful, but at that moment I saw her more beautiful than ever. And I saw her more times so beautiful and not just licking black cocks.
In the same second that the train stopped at the station, Joan swallowed all the semen with greed and delight. Then he looked up and saw my face leaning between two shoulders. Instead of seeing regret or disgust on her face, I only saw her tongue licking and sucking her lips. She had the same look as a naughty girl who is sucking a candy even though her mother has forbidden it because it is very close to lunch or dinner. That mischievous look conquered me.
When we all went down to the platform Joan exchanged his mobile number with one of them and promised that they would see each other (the six, she repeated) again soon.
We both left the train station without saying a word. I did not ask for any explanation and she did not offer to give it to me. Our workplaces were, as I said before, close to each other, and although the distance was not very large, we took a taxi to try not to accumulate a greater delay.
We both had to work another hour to recover lost time. During lunch we did not say a single word about the train incident. I tried to guess by his gestures that she was thinking. She was melancholic and abstracted, but with a face of pleasure as if remembering something fun or beautiful. Joan barely spoke and I respected her silence.
But the strangest thing for me was my own attitude. I was not angry or irritated with my wife. I simply looked like an entomologist observing the strange behavior of a new insect. I was curious to know that more things were going to happen. I was convinced that what had happened that morning on the train was going to affect our lives.
When at evening, once at home, we talked about what had happened on the train, we both talked with laughter that our bosses had scolded us for not working at the normal pace, but much slower. That was not the most productive day of our lives.
Aurora talked for more than an hour with the black man she had asked for the phone number. And he did the same on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But he did it secretly from me, simply ordering me not to follow her to speak with privacy.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we went to work in our car, but on Thursday night we had a long conversation that I summarize now.
- I guess you haven't forgotten what happened on Monday morning on the train - she said.
- No, of course not.
- The crowd pushed me to the end of the last car. There a group of five black men surrounded me. One of them made me kneel and unzipped the fly of his pants. He took out a huge black cock and took me with both hands of my nape and forced me to suck his cock. You've known me for six years and you know that I've always been racist, but I don't know what went through my head but I couldn't refuse. Believe me, I didn't make a single gesture of rejection! I was hypnotized in front of that huge black cock! I could not reject the authoritarian gesture of that black man who forced me to suck his cock! I don't know what went through my mind! I started sucking that black guy in front of other blacks and Latinos. Then not even the other four blacks who were his friends surrounded us so that people would not see us. At the time I swallowed his semen he gestured to his friends to surround us and have some privacy. But it was too late. Several people had filmed us with their mobiles. I saw it and realized everything. And I did nothing to prevent it. And I kept sucking black cocks. And I swallowed his semen. Do you remember that I always refused to swallow yours? Well, at that time I was so crazy, so out of me that I swallowed the semen of them five. You could see how I swallowed the the semen of the last one.
He paused. Then he stared at me.
- What you think? What was your impression of what you saw and what I have told you.
- When I saw you surrounded by those five blacks sucking one of their dicks, I thought I had never seen you so beautiful and pretty. You were sweating and with disheveled hair, but you were very beautiful.
- Seriously?
- Yes, dear.
- I wanted to propose a divorce because I thought it was the most honorable way out for you.
- Divorce? Are you crazy? I will never divorce you. Never!
A pause longer than the previous one.
- This changes everything. If you don't want a divorce, we have to find a way to live all seven together. I will make a call. There is some salmon, lettuce and tomato in the fridge. Please make grilled salmon and a simple salad. I'm hungry.
- Sure, dear.
Although Aurora said she was hungry, she spent almost an hour and a half talking on the phone. I was nervous, I don't know if it would be the conversation she had with black (or blacks) or because of the increase in the phone bill that threatened to ruin us.
- Everything is already fixed, honey. On Saturday morning the five blacks will come on the train. We will wait at the train station and bring them to home. I'm sorry honey, but if you don't like my plan, you can spend the weekend somewhere else. I am a cautious woman and I have saved an emergency money fund to spend with contingencies. I think I have about 200 or 250 dollars.
- No dear, I will not leave you alone. We will be together.
- Honey, I don't know if you understand what I'm going to do with them five all weekend.
- Of course, honey, I understand. You are going to fuck with them, and I will be with you, cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, ironing. This week we have not taken much care of our home and it is very dirty. Oh, by the way, there is only half a bottle of whiskey left and I have to buy more. I imagine your friends like whiskey, right? And beer. I don't have to forget about beers. Tomorrow Friday, when we return from work, we go to the supermarket to buy everything. Whiskey, beers, meat, vegetables, fruits, ice cream. On Sunday we can make a barbecue...
- Oh honey I'm very proud of you. You are the best husband a woman can have. But there is one more thing.
- What?
- They demand some things about you.
- What things?
- The first thing is that you and I don't have more sex anymore. They want me exclusively for them and their friends that they can invite in the future.
I stayed silent for a few minutes without knowing what to say. She looked at me curiously.
- How they intend to prevent you and I from having sex?
- In two ways. The first is that, from now on, at least one of them will sleep with me in our bed. Tonight will be the last night we will sleep together. Starting tomorrow, you will sleep in the guest room. If you want to fuck me, take advantage of this night because you will not have another chance anymore. But if you prefer divorce, tonight you go to sleep at a hotel and we will never have sex again.
- The second requirement is to put you on a chastity device.
- Whaaaat?
- Look on your cell phone what it is.
I did that and I was amazed when I saw photos.
- There are men who lock their penis in that kind of ... how to say ... cage with lock or lock !!! I exclaimed in amazement.
- Yes, there are men who wear it all day. We may know someone who takes it and we ignore it.
My led to think of Patrick, an office mate who we believe is dominated by his wife.
After another pause that lasted a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, as they say in many novels, I said.
- Let me think for a few hours. Tomorrow during breakfast I will answer you.
- Very good. But tonight, do you want to fuck? I am very hot.
That night we had the best fuck we ever had together. Aurora agreed. I didn't wait for breakfast to say yes. She called "her friends" to tell them the news.
END OF THE FIRST PART
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