From Loving Wife to Breeding Bitch

Written by Peter / Oct 10, 1999


From Loving Wife to Breeding Bitch

By Peter

These incidents took place last year, and I am still in a state of shock after losing my new wife to superior black cock. I have lost all confidence since she left me, and have not been able to find a new girlfriend. My ex-wife, on the other hand is living in the house next door, having a fine time with her new black lover. I am sure she is fucking not only him but also his friends. It all started when we were offered a cut-price week in Majorca by our next door neighbour Dermott. I had been looking forward to a well-earned holiday with my new bride, Sara, and I had been working hard at my factory job, putting in extra hours on the production line to pay for the trip. Even so, my job only paid minimum wages and we were struggling to afford a decent vacation.

Sara is a natural blonde of 27 with a slightly large nose, plump arse and muscular thighs. She works part time at the local riding stables, and with her short blonde hair, oversize tits and strawberry-sized nipples, is considered very pretty by most men. Being 38, overweight and quite ugly myself, I considered her to be a great catch. I knew she had had plenty of boyfriends before me, but her parents were close friends with my mother and father, and had exerted a lot of pressure on her to accept my proposition of marriage.

Things could have gone better since the wedding. I was both in love and in lust with her, but unfortunately I was suffering from premature ejaculation. Her slutty bedroom antics were too much for me, and I would usually come before entering her. To make matters worse I was diagnosed as being infertile, and had to break the news to her that I could not give her children. Whereas at first she was sympathetic to our problems, she had recently become more scathing, openly questioning whether she had made the right decision by marrying me. Dermott, a muscular black man in his early thirties, was living next door, and to be honest I was a little scared of him. He never treated me with any respect, and the only time I complained about his music, he told me in no uncertain terms to "Fuck off ya piece a' shit." He was always having visitors round late at night, and I suspected he was involved in crime in some way. I was made more resentful by the fact that he would flirt with Sara in my presence, and to my annoyance and anger she had recently been encouraging him, stopping to talk to him on the street and even waving to him through the window.

Well Sara must have mentioned our financial problems to him because next thing I knew he was offering us a couple of tickets to Greece at less than half price. It seemed that two of his friends had pulled out of a package holiday, and he was hoping that Sara and me would make up a foursome. I was in two minds about accepting pointing out that I had never got on well with Dermott. But Sara was sure we should accept the offer: "We'd be stupid not to," she said. "Deep down, I'm sure Dermott is a nice guy. He wouldn't have offered us the tickets if he wasn't."

I had been hoping that our holiday would revitalise our love life. If I could relax, I reasoned, my sexual problems might go away. But I didn't know if I could relax sharing the holiday with Larry and, no doubt, one of his white sluts, in tow. But Sara was too was keen to back down, and eventually I agreed to take the tickets. On the day of departure I got the shock of my life. The doorbell rang and there stood Dermott together with another black man -standing well over 6' and even more muscular than Dermott. "This here's Larry," he said. Bro, this piece o' shit is Peter, guy who don't like rap."

"Yeah, I've hurd about you," said Larry, not bothering to shake hands. "You'd better not come out with any of that "turn the music down" shit in the hotel, we're liable to kick yo lilywhite ass." They both laughed. Then Sara turned up, wearing tight, thin blue shorts and a red halter-top. I saw her give a quick glance at both men and lick her lips. "Who's this?" she asked, looking at Larry with a little-girl surprised voice. "Larry, pleased to meet ya," Larry replied, and the smooth bastard kissed her hand, making her pretty cheeks blush with embarrassment before explaining that he would be sharing a room with Dermott in the hotel.

We made our way to the cab and Sara sat in the back, wedged in between the two big black men, while I sat in the front. I was beginning not to like the way this was heading. On the plane journey I kept mainly to myself while Sara chatted to our black travelling companions and drank beer. She was certainly revelling in the attention of the two handsome guys, while I was silently fuming with jealousy. When we arrived at the hotel room a major row began to brew.

"Jesus, Sara, just stop it now," I said angrily. "You're my wife, unless you've forgotten. I saw Dermott with his hand on your knee on the plane. We have to steer clear of them, they're bad news." "You boring little fuck," she retorted. "I've had just enough of you and your pathetic sulks? " Just then we were disturbed by loud rap music coming from the next room. I walked onto the balcony and saw Dermott and Larry on the adjacent balcony listening to the music and smoking a reefer. The heavily muscled coal black men were both wearing only shorts, and their bodies were rock hard and perfect - Dermott had the physique of a heavyweight boxer and Larry was also heavily built. He had tattoos on his shoulder and neck. "Hope the music's not dissing you," said Larry to me "Well, as a matter of fact," I began "Because you better get used to it, shithead." He was about to say more but just then Sara poked her head around the door. "Hi guys" she said. "Is that Cypress Hill? I love it." She started to move her ass to and fro to the music.

I stomped back into the room, leaving Sara on the balcony swaying and chatting about the music. She obviously preferred talking to them than talking to me. Then, after five minutes of moping in the room, I heard giggles and then screams coming from the balcony. I walked back out, just in time to see two strong black hands lifting my Sara over the rail separating the two balconies. Laughing, she ended up on Larry's lap on the other side. "What's going on?" I asked. "Bitch prefers black men," retorted Dermott. "She dumping yo sad ass." Sara was laughing. "I just came over for a smoke," she explained, taking the joint from Larry's mouth." "Well you can damn well come back this instant." I ordered angrily. I stomped back into the bedroom expecting Sara to follow. She did not, but I could make out snatches of Conversation coming from the balcony. I heard Sara sigh, and then say "Boring? never any fun." Then I made out one of the guys saying: "We're not boring, look." then Sara shrieking with laughter. Then silence, then Sara again "God, how did you get a body like this? Fucking hell Derm?" Then: "Yo like that bitch?" "yeah, like every girl's dream - god, look at those muscles.." "Not like yo wimp ass husband, bitch?"

Not able to stand any more I walked out of the hotel room and down to the bar. I bought a stiff drink, and sat down by the pool, where I had a view of the balcony 40ft above. Sara appeared to be sitting on Larry's knee with her feet in Dermott's lap. I couldn't believe my darling wife was flirting blatantly with these uncouth men. After a few minutes they rose and vanished into their room. I gulped my drink down and set off back upstairs. I was determined not to lose my wife to these two black men. I entered our bedroom and pressed my ear to the wall. I thought I heard something, so I pressed a glass against the wall. It was thin, and I could clearly hear what was going on." "Yeah, suck it slut" (SLURP) "Like em big like this, bitch?" (SLURP, SLURP) "You like to suck brothers' cock" "Ooh yeah," I heard my wife breath before her voice was replaced by more slurping sounds. "Yeah, suck on it ya fucking white tart." (SLUUUUURP!!) I couldn't stand it any more and in a rush of blood I stormed round to their front door and began hammering on it. After a couple of minutes the door was flung open and Larry stood there. He was naked, and making no attempt to conceal a thick 11' cock, which appeared to be covered in salvia. "What can I do for you? He asked, laughing. "Have you come to complain about the noise from wife suckin' our dicks?" From inside, I heard Sara laugh. "Please," I said, "Can't I just speak to her for a minute?"

"Sure, be my guest, " he said, and gestured for me to walk past him into the room. The sight I saw inside shocked me to the bone. Dermott sat naked at the side of the bed, while Sara, the slut was on her knees using both hands to slowly wank the biggest black dick I had ever seen. It was absolutely huge, jet black, the length of a wine bottle and very, very hard. "Bitch!" I yelled and slapped her, hard in the face. In an instant both black men were on me, and the beating I received was merciless. First they battered my face, then held me on the floor and punched me hard on all over my arms and legs Until I was bruised everywhere and pleading with them to stop. Then Dermott pulled me up and held my hands securely as Larry began to bitch-slap me." "She yo our bitch now" (Slap) "She done told us you can't give her no baby. What kind of man is that?" (Slap). (Slap). Sara, still in her tight shorts and halter-top, was sitting on the bed watching my humiliation intently. "How's it feel, whitey. (slap) She loves nigaz, (slap) you can't do nothin' bout it" (slap) you tuch her 'gin, we'll kill you. How do ya like that? Yo wife out of bounds, now, dickface." Dermott then tugged me by my hair and threw me on down the bed beside Sara. She glanced at me with scorn, then punched me square on the nose. "If you fuckin' try to slap me again, Peter, you're dead," she said. "I want a divorce."

The men then pushed me out of the room and locked the door. As I began to crawl back to mine and Sara's room I heard my wife's throaty laugh. That night was the worst of my life. The thin walls meant that I could hear my darling wife being soundly sexed by the two black men. I didn't get a wink of sleep, and I counted nine of her very vocal orgasms before dawn. As I lay there I could only imagine her being passed from man to man, treated like the whore she has obviously become. The next day she returned, but only to carry her suitcase next door. I tried to persuade her to stay and talk to me, but she simply said: "Do you know anything about biology, Peter? Didn't you study it at school?" When I remained silent, she continued "Well I do. I'll give you the facts." She looked me right in the eye. "I am a beautiful, fertile woman, Peter. But you are a man who cannot produce fertile sperm. A runt, if you like." she added, cruelly. "Dermott and Larry, on the other hand, are very, very fertile men. Did you know they have fathered thirteen children between them? They are both what is known as alpha males, Peter, and now they have selected me as their mate. They want to breed me and you know what? I am very, very grateful for that. I am honoured. I will do anything they ask to get the sperm from their big dicks into my womb. I will be their slut for as long as they want me." With that, she swirled on her high heels and left the room. I was left in a state of shock.

The rest of the holiday was hell for me. The next night I tried to leave to avoid the racket from the next room, but Dermott and Larry dragged me back into their room, where they took great pleasure in forcing me to sit in a chair and watch while they bred my sweet wife. The rougher they treated her, the more she seemed to enjoy it. She especially liked slurping on Dermott's massive pole while staring at me in the eyes. As I was not allowed to wank, my cock was swollen to bursting. As she sucked Dermott's black cock, she was very vocal, saying things like. "I love feeling the weight of your massive black fuck-stick, darling, it's perfect for breeding me." "You little whore," Dermott said. "What about your husband's cock?"

"My ex-husband, don't you mean," she replied between slurps. Still staring into my eyes, she continued: "You know I'm in love with you now and worship your massive black dick (slurp). It's fuckin' huge. How could I go back to that impotent little shithole? Your pole is so fucking massive, Dermott, perfect for breeding black babies." "You hearing this impotent little shit?" asked Larry, who was standing next to me. He cuffed me across the face. "Yes, that's it, beat him," said Sara, still slurping Dermott's oversized cock obscenely. "Smack the WIMP up. Hey WIMP, how does it feel to be single again? (sluuuuurp). How does it feel to watch your wife sucking a superior black dick?

Sara then swayed over to me, sat on my lap and started licking and kissing my face, then she rubbed her breasts against me and put her hand on my crotch. "Sorry darling," she breathed in my ear as she jiggled on my knee. "I just don't need you any more." She kissed me sensually on the lips before continuing "Not as a lover, not as a provider, and not as a husband. You're out of the picture, Peter darling." Larry and Dermott then stood at either side of her with their hard dicks out, right in front of my face. As I watched, my wife began to give them both a slutty blow job just inches from my face. I tried to close my eyes, but Larry slapped me again, saying "Keep watchin' babydick." I was in tears long before - much to the amusement of Sara - Dermott forced me to lick his huge pole. It almost made me choke as he shoved it into my mouth and shot his massive load down my throat. Both men proceeded to fuck my wife hard on the bed while I was forced to watch. Sara rubbed salt in my wounds by acting like a complete whore, begging them for their stiff cocks, and urging them to breed her and give her a baby. When I was finally allowed to go back to my room I knew that my wife was lost forever. By the end of the vacation Sara was really revelling in my torment. They dragged me to a tatooist where they made me have "sissy white wimp" etched on my butt, while Sara had "black cock slut" on her arm, much to the amusement of the other customers. When we arrived home she wasted no time in moving in with Dermott. My wife has now become a breeding bitch for my black neighbour and his friends, and makes no attempt to hide the fact. On the contrary, most days I see her parading her swollen belly on the streets still wearing tight dresses and high heels like a common whore.

Despite her pregnancy of six months, I know she is still sexually active. I can clearly hear her fucking next door, and nowadays I pray for the loud music to drown out the noise.
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