Wife Swap

I was stuck in that damn elevator for three hours.

I tried everything. I pressed the emergency button until my fingers bled. I pounded on the walls, screamed, kicked. I even tried to break through the ceiling. Nothing. The elevator didn’t budge an inch. My phone had service—but my wife had her phone on silent, and she was tied up. She couldn’t hear a thing.

And I had to watch it all. In crystal-clear 4K.

The delivery guy came inside her a second time. He shot his load again, deep and brutal, until the cum oozed out of her cunt like from an overflowing glass. Then he got dressed and disappeared without a word.

No sooner was he gone than the next one arrived.

Leonie had really ordered them. Three huge, black guys. One after the other.

The second one was even bigger. He stood behind my bound wife, spat on his monstrous cock, and rammed it all the way into her already ravaged cunt with a single thrust. My wife let out a scream—a loud, broken cry, half pleasure, half pain. He fucked her like an animal. Hard. Mercilessly. The spreader bar rattled with every thrust. Her whole body was shaken through, her tits slamming wildly back and forth.

Leonie knelt beside her, held the camera right up to her, and spoke loudly in my direction:

“Jan… do you see that? Your cock feels so good inside her, doesn’t it? She’s already completely full of you… and this is only the second one.”

The guy came inside her three times. Each time he pulled out briefly, let Leonie suck his cock hard again, and then he kept going. In the end, the stranger’s cum ran out of my wife’s pussy in thick, white streams and pooled on the bedsheet.

Then came the third guy.

He grabbed her by the hips and used her like a fuck hole. My wife was just screaming. She was completely spent, her body trembling uncontrollably, her eyes blindfolded, her mouth open, drool running down her chin. She was nothing more than a broken, cum-covered piece of meat.

Leonie gently stroked her back and whispered in her ear: “Your husband is fucking you so beautifully pregnant right now… can you feel it?”

And then, after the third time for the third time, it was over.

Leonie untied the restraints and the spreader bar. My wife slumped lifelessly onto the bed. Leonie gave her a long, tender kiss on the mouth, brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, and whispered:

“It was wonderful with your husband… maybe we can do this again.”

Then she looked straight into the camera, smiled sweetly, and said:

“Or not, Jan?”

She got dressed and left.

For three hours I sat there staring at the monitor. For three hours I watched as the strange, thick cum slowly ran out of my wife’s pussy. It didn’t stop. It kept oozing out, running down her thighs, pooling under her ass. She just lay there, completely exhausted, and eventually fell asleep.

Sometime around 3:17 a.m., the elevator suddenly jerked and went up.

I stumbled out, ran into the bedroom.

The stench of cum, sweat, and sex hit me. My wife was lying on her back, her legs still slightly spread. Her pussy was red, swollen, and completely fucked to pieces. Thick clumps of another man’s cum were stuck everywhere—inside her, on her, in the bed.

I stood there, my cock finally rock-hard from the ****… but I couldn’t move.

I knew: If she really wasn’t taking the pill anymore and was in her fertile window today, then it was already way too late. Then she was probably carrying the child of one of those three black guys right now.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, stared at her cum-covered pussy, and didn’t know what to do.

I was so angry. Who the hell was this Leonie? Why had she done this to me? But if I was completely honest with myself… I was horny too. Horny like I hadn’t been in months. The sight of my wife getting fucked and covered in cum by those three huge black cocks had broken something inside me and awakened it at the same time.

I finally had a real, hard erection again.

Without thinking twice, I texted Mia:

“Studio. Now. I finally want to fuck you.”

She replied after a few minutes:

“After last time, I don’t trust you anymore. You’re going to chain yourself to the bed with handcuffs so you don’t just jerk off again. Otherwise, I’m not coming.”

I didn’t care about anything. I just wanted to come inside her. Wanted to use her. Wanted to do to her what had just been done to my wife.

I drove like a madman to the studio, chained myself to the bedframe with handcuffs, legs spread, ass up. Then I texted her: “Ready.”

Not five minutes later, I heard the door.

Mia came in, checked the handcuffs, tugged at them to make sure. When she saw that I was really stuck, she smiled contentedly.

“Good boy.”

She slowly undressed. The dress fell to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing only panties. A pair of strangely woven panties. She pushed them down.

And then I saw it.

A medium-sized, but already semi-erect cock. Smoothly shaved. With nice balls underneath.

Mia wasn’t a girl. Mia was a ladyboy.

She grinned widely when she saw my shocked expression.

“Surprise, Jan… Now you’re finally getting what you’ve wanted all along.”

She stood behind me, spat once briefly on her cock, and pressed the head against my still-raw asshole without any lube. Then she thrust herself into me with a jolt.

I screamed. It hurt like hell. Dry. Brutal. But I couldn’t do anything—the handcuffs just clinked.

Mia fucked me hard and deep. Her cock kept hitting my prostate exactly. With every thrust I got hornier, even though the pain was driving me almost insane.

Suddenly, the studio door opened again.

Leonie came in. With a camera in her hand. She smiled sweetly and filmed everything.

Behind her on the big monitor, I saw my wife—she was sitting in bed, looking at her phone, and had the livestream open.

Leonie pointed the camera directly at my face and my bound body while Mia kept fucking my ass.

“Say hi to your wife, Jan,” Leonie laughed.

I yelled at Mia to stop—but only a broken moan came out. Mia just laughed and fucked me even harder.

Leonie came closer, held the camera right next to my face, and whispered:

“Your wife is watching live right now as you get fucked in the ass by a ladyboy… while her belly is already full of another man’s cum.”

Mia moaned loudly, thrust deep a few more times, and then shot hot cum into my gut. The prostate stimulation was too much. My own cock twitched uncontrollably and shot long spurts onto the bed without anyone touching me.

Leonie filmed everything. My face. Me cumming. Mia’s cock slowly sliding out of my dripping ass.

Then she looked into the camera and said cheerfully:

“It was nice with you two. See you again soon.”

She turned off the camera and left.

Mia gave me a slap on the ass, got dressed, and disappeared as well.

I was left tied up. With cum in my ass. With my own cum beneath me. And with the knowledge that my wife had just watched everything live.

The elevator. The black cocks. Mia. Leonie.

All just one big, perfidious game.

And I had lost.