Wifey Whore, Hubby Cuck

Gossip ran wild in Rota -- people simply couldn't stop talking about my wife Emi's craving and boundless appetite for pleasure. Two years had elapsed since Emi and I moved into our house, and despite the fact that our lives seemed routine on the outside, our bed shenanigans were anything but it.

I walked into the master bedroom one afternoon, where she was dressing up after a good shower.

"Antonio, sweetie, I have to tell you something."

I already knew that she had some crazy idea.

"What is it, my love?" I asked her.

Emi sat on the edge of the bed. "You know I love you, Right?"

"Yes!, of course, Emi, you don't need to ask me that." I replied.

"Well. For some time now. I've been thinking," she was having trouble articulating the words. "I want to have another baby. But this time, I want to make it special."

My eyes were wide open. I knew Emi's pregnancies would always be interesting because the father of her babies was not me.

"Special, how?" I asked, my interest perked.

"I want a black baby," she said resolutely. "I need to do something that will really make a social justice statement."

My mouth had dropped open in shock. I had realized that Emi's desire for variety was not special, but this was a dangerous move, especially in our small community. "But, Emi, what about. the father? And what will everyone say?"

Emi dismissed my concerns with a wave of her hand. "You see... eerrr, mmmm... the thing is... I don't want to know who the father of this one is. I want to leave it a secret. I am going to go out with some black marines from the military base... and as for town, let them gossip. They already call me a slut anyway, so why not let them have something to really gossip about?"

I couldn't help but confess that Emi's proposal was extraordinary, but I also knew what the likely consequences were.

"It might be difficult for me, Emi. People would talk, and they would know I am not the father."

Emi got onto my lap and ran her hands over my face.

"I hear you Antonio, but this is important for me... and you love me, and you'd do anything for me, won't you?" She leaned forward and her lips kissed my ear. "And besides, I'll look after you well. You'll always be first love, and I'll never forget how you took me in and my children."

My resolve melted at Emi's touch and words. I could not be against what she was asking for, especially when she was so convinced about it.

"OK Emi. If this is what you want, I'll be along with you. But please, you need to be discreet."

Emi looked at me and laughed.

"Fine, I will try my best, but I will not hold back because I want this experience to be wild and unforgettable." She said while getting ready in a fine outfit.

"So... I assume you are dressing up to go out tonight?" I asked her candidly.

"Mmmm, yes, errr..." Emi was unable to speak. Finally she said: "Actually I have a date with a black guy I just met and... well, he is going to be my first try to get... pregnant."

As if in sync, we heard a loud knock on the front door, which made both of us jump slightly.

"That must be him," Emi said, her eyes shining. She stood up, her hands smoothing down her dress, ensuring each curve was outlined. "I've got to introduce you to him, Antonio. He's such a hunk, and I'm DYING for you to meet him."

My heart was pounding as I trailed behind Emi out of the bedroom. I was both anxious and eager to meet the man who would be Emi's lover for the night.

When Emi opened the door, a behemoth of a man filled the doorway. The man was a black marine from the local military base, his massive frame taking up most of the doorway. His face was dark as coal, and his eyes sparkled with a mischief.

"Emi, baby," he rumbled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "You look absolutely stunning."

Emi giggled, her hand reaching out to caress the man's muscular arm. "Thanks, Marcus. I was hoping to look good for you."

Marcus entered the house, his eyes meeting mine directly. "And you must be Antonio. Emi's been telling me all about you."

I was nervous when I took Marcus's hand. The size and demeanor of this man scared me right away, but there was a strange thrill building in me.

"Nice to meet you, sir." I stuttered.

"Antonio, Why don't you go get us something to drink while I give Marcus the tour?"

"Sure!" I said, "What would you like to drink Sir?"

"A beer is fine man." He said while he groped my wife's ass.

"Yes sir" I said, grateful for the task because it gave me a moment to compose myself. I headed to the kitchen full of thoughts of what was about to happen.

In the meantime, Emi and Marcus stayed standing close in the living room, their bodies nearly touching. Emi's hands roamed over Marcus's chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

"You're more handsome everyday," she said, her warm breath teasing his neck. "I can't wait to have you inside me."

Marcus smiled, his hands gliding down Emi's hips, rounding to cup her ass through the thin fabric of her dress. "I've been waiting all day for this moment, baby. And I'm going to make it last."

Emi moaned, her body already responding to his touch. "Go slow, Marcus. I want to savor every moment."

They kissed passionately, tongue kissing I may say. I came back with a tray of drinks. I was stuck in place at the scene before me, my wife and her date making out.

"Emi, you are beautiful," he whispered, his voice gravelly with desire.

Emi broke the kiss, her eyes shining with lust. "Thank you, Antonio. I want you to watch us, to see how our next baby will be conceived."

Marcus turned to me and smile. "Don't worry, man. I'll take good care of your wife. She's a firecracker."

"Thank you sir." I said.

I felt a strange mix of feelings--thrill, jealousy... I set the tray aside and moved forward, my eyes fixed on Emi's heaving breasts.

He stepped closer, his shaking hands extending towards Emi's dress. He pulled the fabric down her body very slowly, revealing her ivory skin gradually. Marcus's eyes widened in sight of Emi's voluptuous figures.

"Dang, she's gorgeous," Marcus panted as he removed Emi's clothes.

Emi sighed as his hand traced over her skin, her nipples buzzing against his caress.

"Touch me, make me feel like the slut that I am."

"I think. you may want to... errr... maybe you'd prefer to go to the bedroom... the children will be coming back from their playdate and..."

"Yeah man!, no worries!, chill, Will you?"

"Yes sir."

"Don't you worry, honey. Marcus will sneak out the back door. Can you prepare them a snack while I'm being tied up?"

"Okay," I said.

Then they stood up, and my wife took him by the hand and took him to the master bedroom. There, they were kissing as they undressed. That black guy was enormous and muscular. He had his arms around my wife, and he was more or less dictating to her. She allowed him to place his hands on her and even allowed him to kiss her, but slowly. She introduced her hands into his pants belt and allowed them to fall to the floor. That man had a bulge in his boxers that was as big as a melon. My wife fondled him and knelt before him. He pulled his boxers down, and this enormous, long, fat, black cock appeared. My wife was astonished at what she saw and started to caress and fondle that huge penis. She used her arm to measure it, and the cock was as long as her forearm from the elbow to the wrist. I had never seen anything like that before in my life.

I knew I should be watching the door and seeing if the kids were returning home, but. Emi and that nigger. I had to see, I had to see with my eyes how my wife was going to be fucked by that fat cock.

Emi opened wide and swallowed his entire cock into her mouth. She didn't need to exert herself after that because he began immediately thrusting into her throat brutally. Lucky she didn't have a gag reflex, I mused while he screwed her mouth.

"Is your cunt ready for me bitch?"

"I think so... though... you are really big Marcus."

She was on her knees and hands on the bed. She insisted it to be doggystyle.

"The bigger the better bitch." he said as he began thrusting, hesitantly at first but increasingly faster.

"Wow, what a slut you are" he liked degrading her. "Worth the time, for sure." He said and started to slap her butt playfully. She responded with a high-pitched shriek, which lead him to slap her even harder.

"That's it! Get it! Screw that ass hard, make me pregnant." Emi complimented him.

As she knelt on the mat with her head pushed into it like a tripod, Emi reached up between her thighs and jiggled her sensitive clit. Marcus' initial spout was so abundant, it was squelching out and congealing everywhere on her sticky pussy lips. She used some of his goop to assist in scrubbing quicker.

Then Emi released again, "Mmmmmnnn! Aaaaaaaah! Nnnnngggffffff!" Her clit rubbing and intense fucking sent her crashing over the top.

Marcus was enjoying himself too and it wasn't long before he climaxed with a resounding bang. She felt his semen fill up her vagina, screaming:

"Yes, yes, yes!, that's it, mmmmnnnn!, fill me with your seeds, get me pregnant, get me fucking pregnant, I want your babies!"

I was standing by the door, I could not do anything. He right after cumming pulled out his cock and began to clean himself with some of my clothes that were scattered in the room. I was extremely embarrassed. I was shocked, but the scream of the children at the main door brought me back to life.

I closed the master bedroom door and can keep the children in the kitchen since Emi had taught me before.

Later she told me Marcus left through the back door. We live in one of Rota's "Casas que trascalan", which refers to a network of interconnected homes linked by galleries, passageways, and courtyards that form small labyrinths, allowing one to traverse--or "calar"--from one street to the next. Many stories from the casas que trascalan date back to the time when American military presence in Rota was at its peak and nightclubs flourished. After hours, women working in nightlife often gathered at Bar Eugenio, a nearly round-the-clock spot on Higuereta Street. It became a popular meeting point for locals and American sailors on short shore leave. Some women would convince these sailors to buy groceries at a nearby late-night shop, promising a night together in return. The woman would lead the sailor to one of the "casas que trascalan," ostensibly her home, and tell him to "wait a moment" while she went inside to drop off the groceries. Then, using the internal gallery system, she would exit through the opposite door into a different street, leaving the unsuspecting sailor behind--waiting for someone who would never return.

I sat for a while, thinking it all over. Sometimes, men let themselves be seduced by women--we fall for their charm, only to end up feeling deceived. Maybe I was starting to feel that way about Emi. But the truth is, there was no deception. I had allowed this to happen, every step of it. And now, I had no choice but to carry on with the publicly shameful life I had chosen for myself.

Despite Emi's intentions, getting pregnant this time was proving more difficult. For a couple of months, she'd been going out at night to Pub Los Arcos, hoping to meet black sailors and soldiers. The irony? Pub Los Arcos now sits right where Bar Eugenio once stood.

Many people in town told me almost every day that they had seen my wife with a black man in the alley that leads to La Costilla Beach.

I saw her too. Once I went with the kids to Playa Galeones. It is a quiet place, the water is very calm, there are hardly any waves and it is a nice place to play with the kids. Right next to this beach, there is a breakwater made of rocks that separates Playa Galeones from the military base beach. Access to this beach is forbidden, but from the top of the breakwater you can see everything that happens there. I went with my children to see if there were crabs between the rocks. When I looked towards the beach side of the military base, I saw Emi surrounded by niggers.

They were 7 huge black marines having fun at the beach playing american football until the view of my wife caught their attention. They surrounded her and in no time one of them was laying next to her, caressing her arms, her legs... kissing her.

I could not hear what they were saying but it was obvious they found a great entertainment for the afternoon. From the top of the breakwater I saw how another nigger sat next to her and skillfully began to take off her bikini.

Emi was naked and at their mercy. The kissing and touching quickly moved to oral sex. My wife gave head to each of them who took turns to place their cock in Emi's mouth. She seemed to enjoyed, but it was clear her goal was to get fucked, so they could impregnate her.

At some point she stopped giving head, placed herself on all four and one by one, the 7 niggers fucked her doggystyle. Right there at the beach, in public, anyone could have seen it. Luckily there was nobody else at the base beach, and no one on Galeones beach was interested in taking a peek into the other beach.

One of the niggers had a huge cock. I could see how fat it was from distance. That penis look like a 14oz food can. When he pounded her from behind, her whole body touched ground, and for a while, she lay down and had that huge cock inside her. When he was done fucking her, another nigger took her by one hand and he dragged her across the sand of the beach until he placed her in the water. Once there, he used his strong arms to threw her into the water several times. She couldn't stop laughing. But then, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her. My wife's legs were wrapped around the torso of that enormous standing nigger. She held on tightly to his neck... while he fucked her with fury, right there in the water.

He fucked her hard, fast and deep. Like animals they fucked wildly. The sea breeze carried to my ears the sound of my wife moaning with pleasure. She was having an orgasm. The black dude had an orgasm too inside her vagina. When he was done, he left for a quick swim while my wife tried to walk back to the shore.

She looked stunning coming out of the sea, surrounded by foam and saltwater, walking along the sand. A true Venus.

The other five guys had their turn then. They make her lie down on a towel. There was Emi facing up, receiving a huge black cock after another. Emi got on her back and spread her sexy legs as wide apart as they could go and the first nigger grabbed her by the ankles. Her pussy was wet and ready, he entered her slowly. They quickly synchronized into a fast rhythm. He grabbed both of her big soft white tits, massaging them until her nipples were erect and hard.

He said something to her ear and she nodded. Then he cum inside her, and as soon as he finished, another nigger took his place.

This one grabbed her buttocks with both hands, slapping his black cock into her and squeezing her ass.He pulled her into him tightly and fucked her aggressively, she lifted her head up from the towel and their eyes locked, her mouth was open as they slammed lustfully into each other with force. It did not take much time for him to cum.

Next nigger penetrated her hard. She screamed and grunted like a wild animal. Her eyes opened up real wide and he pushed her hands away and applied 4 fingers to her hard erect clit, stroking and circling it fast and furiously, her hips were bucking and her tits were bouncing around, heaving back and forth. This nigger lasted a little longer, and it was obvious my wife was having an orgasm while his black fingers stroked her clit. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and discharged inside her.

Second to last was kind of shy, or maybe he was into something more romantic. He kissed her, talked to her, caressed her vagina. She was into conversation until she pushed him to be on top of her. And the fucking began, the huge balck body naked above my wife, rising and falling, driving its thick long cock into her and then out, in and out and in and out like a piston, possessing her, moving her body, forcing her down into the sand with every thrust, taking her, having her, fucking her. I was astonished, taken to another place, my whole consciousness focussed on her cunt, on the invading penetrating cock that plunged and thrust, hammered and rammed, filled and fucked my wife. Her cunt was on fire, noises were coming from her mouth like those of an animal grunting, her cunt rose and followed each time the cock withdrew a hungry eager searching cunt that wanted to be filled, fucked, again and again and again.

I had to turn to see what the kids were doing. I completely forgot about them. I walks down the breakwater to look for them. They were playing with other children at the beach, so I decided to take another look to my wife.

By the time I went back the last nigger was on top of her. It was about to end. Emi's body was convulsing and griping the naked black body with her arms, pulling it into her so that its cock would go deeper, harder, as her cunt spasmed until she felt the cock shaft pulse and the sperm flowed and the wet warmth flooded her.

Those fucking niggers didn't even say goodbye. They picked up their clothes and left. My wife lay there on the beach, flat on her back, with a nice smile on her lips.

Two weeks later after that episode Emi announced me she was pregnant. She did not know who the father was, as planned, but she was 100% sure she was having a black baby.

The positive note of all this is the minute she started producing colostrum, I enjoyed her boobs every single day until the baby was born.

Walking down the street with a black baby was embarrassing. I could guess the thoughts of everyone I passed. My family stopped talking to me and the few friends I had left greeted me but did not engage in conversation with me.

And life went on and after a year, most of the town knew about my situation, so they stopped paying attention to me. Emi, however, was still the talk of the town. Word had spread among the Marines, who came looking for the slutty American woman who lived in Rota.

That was about the same time that Emi decided to return to the United States for a year and pursue studies at Chattahoochee Valley Community College in Alabama. The classes would qualify her to have a higher rank at the military base--and, naturally, a higher salary, which our growing family so needed.

It was hard to leave her and the children, but I knew she wanted it for her career. Emi also said she wanted the kids to experience American culture firsthand and to keep their English. They moved to Columbus, Georgia, barely across the line from Alabama. Emi commuted daily to Phenix City to attend school.

In Rota, I felt lonely--but I told myself that a year would pass before I knew it. My family took Emi's absence as an opportunity to try and reach out and coax me to leave her for good, to rethink the life I had started. And I did doubt, at least for a while. But I decided to wait. I knew Emi and the children would come back to Rota.

I was in contact with her on a regular basis. Emi called me every week and sent me photos of the little ones. I think from their grin that they were enjoying life at their new school.

In some of her emails, Emi described life in Columbus. It was not the most exciting place, but she did talk of a couple of local dishes she was interested in--things like fried green tomatoes and catfish.

Then she started to talk about this teacher of her who was super smart. I felt chills on my spine when I read:

'Hey Antonio,

The kids miss you but they are having a great time. Hope everything is OK over there in Rota. I like my classes a lot and I am meeting a lot of people. The young students invite me to their parties and I am having a great time with them. There is this teacher who is a great guy. He is a fabulous gentleman and very smart. I like his class a lot and I stay everyday after the lessons to chat with him. He is teaching me a lot...'