The Gangbang of Anna Lee

Anna Lee and I have been married for a few years now. Our wedding night was special, even though I wasn’t the only man who fucked her that night. First, there was the photographer, who got lucky in the food pantry before the wedding ceremony. She sucked his cock dry, making sure he filmed her on her knees, draining his balls in her wedding dress. She sent the video to me right away. And to Jamie, her boyfriend. He joined us later that evening. I filmed everything.

Unfortunately, the arrangement between the three of us didn’t survive the year. Jamie, the man who she’d captured and fucked on that strange summer night, wanted more from her than I was willing to tolerate. I don’t mind sharing her – actually, it’s pretty much the only thing that gets me off at this point – but she’s still mine to share. Jamie didn’t seem to get that. He didn’t see the big deal in cutting me out of the loop. She understood that this was crossing a line, and she tried to get him to always include me by taking videos and pictures – she made sure I was always watching. But Jamie resented that fact. He wanted to be equal partners, and that was not going to fly. For over a year now, any communication with him has been forbidden.

For a few weeks, he was Anna Lee’s live-in boyfriend. This was her idea – she thought we could solve the problem by all living under one roof in a strange polycule. (I guess “strange” is a bit redundant there.) But outside of our sexual interests, the three of us had little in common. The live-in boyfriend situation fizzled out before the first month had passed.

Though, I have to admit, it was a fun period in our relationship. We bought a gigantic bed, Anna Lee sleeping in the middle between her two studs. She lived like a queen, using us whenever she pleased. Once, she decided she wanted oral sex – like, a lot of it. She commanded us to eat her pussy, switching off when we got tired. We went back and forth like that for hours, taking turns licking her clit and pleasuring her with our mouths. She moved from the bed to the couch to the kitchen to the floor, sometimes moaning and cumming, sometimes disinterestedly reading a book. But the pussy-eating didn’t stop until she told us to stop. After an entire evening of oral sex, she showered and went to bed alone. She slept for ten hours.

My demand that she cut things off with Jamie didn’t come until later, after he had already moved out. After the dissolution of the living arrangements, we kept our distance from Jamie. Everyone seemed to have gotten on everyone else’s nerves. But after a while, the sexual chemistry began to reignite. The problem was that this rekindling was mostly happening without me.

It started one day when I came home a bit early from work. A light shone from underneath the bathroom door, a thin line in the otherwise dark house. I was about to flip the lightswitch when I noticed the glow of the large desktop computer monitor from the other room. When I rounded the corner, I saw that my wife had been watching porn. The video was paused on a black dick entering the mouth of a doe-eyed white girl as she looked up at him lustfully. There were about a dozen other tabs open, more of the same, judging by the titles. The name of the video currently on screen was 'Cheating on her husband with a monster black cock'. I looked down and noticed her vibrator was on the floor.

I walked back to the living room and heard the water in the bathroom running. I turned the house lights on and loudly set my bag on the table. The water suddenly stopped and Anna burst out of the door. "Honey! You're home early!"

I pretended not to know about the porn. Besides, this was nothing new. I’d seen her erotica and porn history before we were married! She’d consumed lots of interracial porn before – gangbangs, cnc, you name it. I didn’t have a problem with the porn. I had a problem with her secret texts with Jamie.

I admit, I was snooping. But I was right to be suspicious. I found out that Jamie had texted her, telling her how much he missed her and wanted to meet up with her. She reciprocated, letting him know that she thought about him all the time. They picked a time and place to meet – a coffee shop – and she never mentioned any of it to me. She lied to me and said she was going into town to buy groceries.

I followed her to the coffee shop, watching them from across the street. They talked for fifteen minutes or so. They were turning heads – this was a fairly small town in West Texas. But that aside, they were both striking. He was a tall, fit black man, and probably the only one for a few miles in any direction. She was a beautiful young woman, coveted by everyone in our small town. They all knew she was mine, and no doubt, they were asking themselves where I was. I bet some of them were even jumping to conclusions, imagining Jamie’s thick black cock penetrating Anna Lee, splitting her wide open, wrapping his dark fingers around her white hips and fucking her tight pink pussy, all while I watched from a cuck chair. Of course, they’d be completely right in jumping to this conclusion, and that’s what bothered me. We had always kept our sex lives private. She’d never publicly humiliated me in any way, but she was getting precariously close.

They hugged and said their goodbyes, and I rushed back home.

I became increasingly worried. She never mentioned Jamie to me, and she was becoming more and more secretive with her phone. A week later, when I finally got a moment to search it again, I discovered that she’d taken things farther – much farther – than I’d suspected. Of course, they had gone off and slept together. That much I expected. But I didn’t expect it to be on our property. He’d snuck onto our backyard and met Anna Lee outside. They’d fucked on our back porch, with me only ten or so yards away.

“That was so fucking hot,” she’d messaged him afterwards. “I feel like I’m sneaking away to the **** quarters to get some nigger dick, away from the prying eyes of my husband.”

I felt like I couldn’t say anything about it, since my non-involvement was part of the appeal for her. She was breaking our rules, but I still didn’t want to ruin her fun. Most surprising of all, however, was the gangbang they seemed to be planning. Jamie wanted to introduce her to a few of his friends. He described what he wanted to do to her, and my stomach twisted in knots as I read. This was a recurring fantasy of hers from our earliest days together: A BBC gangbang.

She had immediately messaged him back, "Lord Jesus Christ please that sounds unbelievably hot. I’ve been fantasizing a lot about being a little **** girl that gets passed around and completely stuffed with black cocks. Just my whole body being completely overwhelmed and every inch of me dripping with cum. I want to be my master’s good little breeding **** and take a dozen hot loads from his good, strong studs."

“You wanna be a **** girl for us?” Jamie responded. “Huh, I kinda thought you’d be more into an alleyway gangbang scenario, niggas cornering a little white girl.”

“That’s hot too,” she texted back. “Either way works for me. But there’s no way I can pretend I won’t like it ;)”

They planned it on a day she’d told me she needed to go on an overnight work trip alone. “Sorry, no time for any fun, either,” she’d said. “I’ll be too busy with meetings to seduce anyone while I’m there!”

I kept my cards close to my chest. A part of me thought she’d never keep me out of the loop like this indefinitely. It just wasn’t like her. She loved me, and I’d never hindered her freedom in any way. Did she just not want me around for this? She wanted to be a slut without me in the audience? As strange as it sounded, she was having an affair. She was cheating on me with a guy who I let her have sex with.

She never just ran off to get railed, let alone in a gangbang – let alone a BBC gangbang! I paced the floor, ranting to myself. Why didn’t she just tell me what she was doing? I would love to see her in a gangbang! She was ruining the experience by keeping me at arm’s length, turning what would have been exciting into a devastating betrayal of trust. She was cheating on me, and it stung.

My phone rang. She’d left for her “business trip” early in the morning. I tossed it down in disgust. What lies was she planning on telling me now? It rang again. I rolled my eyes and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Oh hey, baby. I’m almost there. I just wanted to call and say I love you.”

I clenched my jaw. “I…love you too.”

“But hey, sweetie, I have to come clean about somethin. It’s just a little somethin.”

“Oh, yeah?” I tried to mask my anger.

“I’m not on a business trip.”

I froze.

“I mean, I’m in the place I told you I’d be. But I took the day off work. I’m doing something else here, something…that you might like…”

“Um…” I swallowed.

“Do you have any guesses about what naughty surprises I have for you?” she asked.

I didn’t know what to say. My first instincts were right – she wasn’t keeping me away from this. I was in on it. She just wanted to surprise me. I sighed and tried to hide my relief over the phone.

“You know…” I started. “I kinda thought somethin was up. And I was feelin bad, since I thought…you know, you were keepin it from me and all…”

“Oh, honey,” she said. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’ll always be my man. You’re the only man I’ll ever need. Everyone else is just for fun. They’re just toys to me, baby. You’re the real thing.”

I smiled. “I love you, sweetheart. And I’m so damn excited to see what you’re up to, you naughty girl!”

“Oh, you’re gonna be surprised,” she said. “You’re gonna beat your dick raw when you see what I send to you today.”

“Today? Not tonight?”

“No, it’s starting soon.”

“What’s starting soon?”

“Bye, my love. Thank you for sharing me! I’m the luckiest wife in the whole world.”

I felt a little guilty about distrusting her. Well, there was the sneaking off with Jamie behind our house. But that was one little affair. It barely counted, honestly. The important thing was that her gangbang was not something she was excluding me from.

I couldn't believe it. My wife was gonna get fucked by a bunch of black guys.

My phone buzzed. She sent me a picture she took before she left in her new swimsuit.

“Here’s a hint…” she said.

Thin black triangles covered her tits, and just barely. Her breasts were exploding out from the skimpy top. Another small black triangle covered her pussy, all of it held together by black lines of fabric. She spun around and my heart accelerated. Nothing but a thin black string. She was essentially naked in this bikini.

“Oh my god, that is so hot,” I replied, imagining all the people who would be stealing glances at my wife. “You’re going to the beach?”

“Close!” She replied with a smiley face. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

My phone buzzed again a few minutes later. A picture of a boat.

Another photo. Jamie with four other black guys on a dock, loading a cooler and a few other things into the boat.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed to myself.

She sent one more picture, this one with the six of them posing on the dock. The five men had their arms around each other, huddled around my wife, who stood in the center. She looked so small in comparison.

“Who took this??” I asked.

“Some random guy on the dock lol. He definitely knew something was up,” she replied. I stared at the picture of the men towering over my scantily clad wife. “We’re out on the water now,” she added. She went silent for a long time. No new messages.

I could see a video loading. My heart pounded. It was a selfie video. My wife was dancing on the boat with her new friends. She looked like she was having the time of her life. I was pretty sure that no one knew us that far out of town, but still, they were bound to draw attention to themselves. She was nearly naked on a boat, a cute white girl dancing with a bunch of black guys, clearly about to have some kind of debaucherous orgy. I imagined her taking her top off, grinding her tight ass on one of those niggers. That's what she wanted – to stir up my imagination. To make me jealous. To flaunt herself in public.

After what seemed like an eternity, another video started loading. Someone was holding the camera, filming her from behind. One of the men was sitting down, naked. Anna Lee was on all fours in front of him, seductively shaking her hips while she buried his long black dick down her throat. She was handling it relatively easy. She'd had lots of practice.

Her string bikini barely covered her asshole as she lustfully sucked his BBC, right out in broad daylight. I couldn't see anyone else around their boat or on the shoreline, but people must have seen her. It was literally five black guys and a skinny white girl partying. Who wouldn't notice?

Another video loaded. She was bouncing on a thick black cock, tits facing the camera, resting her feet on the man’s thighs. She looked so small compared to him. Another one came over and jammed his dick in her mouth while she bounced.

Another one. By now she was completely nude, her skimpy swimsuit lying on the deck of the boat. She rode Jamie cowgirl while another one fucked her mouth. Another one scrambled up behind her, and my jaw dropped when he slowly penetrated her ass. Anna Lee cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he pulled out, struggling to get anything beyond the tip into her impossibly tight ass. Another man was vying for the same hole, and the two of them smacked at each other like screeching apes. The other man won, and now tried to penetrate her asshole with his monster cock. He could also only get the tip in, but it was enough to make him cum.

Anna Lee was being penetrated in every hole. She almost never let me fuck her ass, either.

Another video, this time a close-up of her double penetration. Two black cocks, one in her pussy and one in her ass. I could hardly look at it without cumming. “You are so incredibly fucking sexy,” I told her. The cameraman zoomed out. She was still airtight, and stroking another man’s cock. The cameraman reached down and put her unoccupied hand on his cock and she began stroking him as well.

It had finally happened: Anna Lee was a gangbang slut.

A few more videos trickled in. She was getting fucked in every position and in every hole. I just wished that I could be there for it. Hours passed without a new message, and I figured she had gone back to her hotel to recover when I got another notification. They were still having sex, now in the darkness on the boat! This was getting ridiculous. How much dick could she possibly take?

The cameraman zoomed in on Anna Lee’s face as she was getting fucked missionary style. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes blissful.

“What have you got, baby?”

“What?” she asked.

“I said, what have you got? Remember?”

“Oh…I’ve got jungle fever,” she laughed. She looked like she was in heaven.

“What have you got?” the man asked again.

“I’ve got jungle fever!” she moaned, clawing at the man’s back as he penetrated her. She wrapped her legs around him as the camera hovered above.

Eventually, she texted me that she was back at her hotel alone, finally.

I watched the handful of videos from my wife’s gangbang on repeat. I wished someone had set up a camera on deck, so I could watch the whole thing. Later, when I asked Anna Lee about it, the problem with Jamie finally reached a flashpoint. Apparently, Jamie was the reason I wasn’t physically present. Actually, he didn’t want me included at all, and he was annoyed that she insisted on taking videos and pictures to send to me. But she refused to do it if I couldn’t watch, at least in digital form. That was their compromise – in exchange for putting together the gangbang, my participation would be limited to the photos and videos they took. Jamie dragged his feet, and apparently a lot of the videos and pictures I got were taken by the other men, a couple of whom had no idea Anna Lee was married. They thought they were just sending the files to her.

I didn’t even have to tell her. Anna Lee cut things off with Jamie before she’d come home. Still, I asked her not to continue anything with Jamie, even privately. She agreed.

The business with Jamie didn’t detract my enjoyment of the gangbang for long. The videos were so fucking hot.

"Give me those big nigger dicks," she said breathlessly, bending over. The men laughed. She was so bold. “Y’all like little white girls?”

“Yeah,” one of them answered. “Do white girls like niggas?”

“Oh, yes,” she giggled, taunting them with a seductive shake of her hips. “Every white girl wants some nigger dick, whether they admit it or not!”

"Let me hear you say you want this nigga dick," one of them commanded her, grabbing her waist with both hands. She obediently spread her legs wide.

"I want y’all to fuck me with those nigger dicks, oh my fucking god I want your big black cocks, all y’all..."

The biggest one fucked her doggystyle while she made noises that I'd never heard before in my life. Waves of pleasure crashed over her. She began to shake, crying – literally crying – squealing again and again as she came for what must have been over a minute.

She pointed to the one with the smallest dick. “You wanna fuck my ass?”

“Fuck yeah,” he answered. She looked back at him as he paused with the tip of his cock just past the rim of her asshole.

"Do it, nigger."

He pulled out and penetrated her.

"Oh my god, fuck me, nigger...oh…!!"

Her legs started to shudder as a new orgasm rippled through her body. "Fuck! Fuck oh my god, fuck fuck fuck fuck..."

"Yeah, you like that, bitch?"

The men laughed as she rubbed her clit furiously and nodded, nearing the edge of an anal orgasm. She was nonverbal. Her mouth opened and she convulsed wildly on his cock, unable to control herself.

I looked up from my phone. Anna Lee was watching me, smiling.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I exclaimed.

“I know, it was fucking crazy. They were like a pack of wild animals. I've honestly never been so turned on in my life.”

“Hey, do you want to go into town and get some coffee?” I asked.

“Uh…yeah, that sounds nice. What makes you wanna go there all of a sudden?” She asked, trying to hide her nervousness.

“Oh, it’s not all of a sudden. We haven’t been there for a while and I’ve been wanting to go. The mood was just striking me.”

We sat at the same table where she’d secretly met with Jamie. I sipped my coffee and opened up my phone, admiring one of the new photos of Anna Lee with a thick black cock draped over her pretty face. I looked up to see her smiling back at me. She was gorgeous.