Big Black Bouncers and My Wife

My wife is a big fan of Elton John. So when she heard
that he would be giving a concert here in our town, she
was over the moon. She bought two tickets for the
standing arena, the closest to the stage and the most
expensive ones, three months before the actual concert.
She bought a new dress a very nice body-hugging,
curves-enhancing black tube-dress for the event and a
pair of patented leather pumps to match. Early that
day, she went to the parlor to spruce herself a bit.
She looked so excited and tingly, just like she was on
the day we got married ten-years ago.

We even arrived at the indoor stadium where the concert
was being held full three hours before the start to
secure standing space closest to the ring. Although
there was some beer and cocktails being sold inside, I
also sneaked in a bottle of vodka, that my wife
absolutely loves. There were already about 200 early
birds like us and many were drinking freely. We too had
our share of alcohol four gin and tonics for wife and
lots of beer for me.

We were not feeling any pain, especially my wife who
was a bit tipsy and already stammering through her
sentences. Anyway it was all in good fun. But the fun
for my wife and for some other die-hard Elton John fans
stopped immediately when just 30 minutes before the
concert, the organizers announced that Elton John had
food poisoning and would not be able to perform at all,
even though he had been polite enough to announce that
he would make an appearance half-way through the
concert to apologize personally.

There was a murmur of dissent, some angry fans started
hurling bottles and shoes and stones at the stage…but
then they announced that they had arranged for a boy-
band to perform instead. That was not good enough and
although my angry wife wanted to storm out, the promise
of Elton John making an appearance calmed her down and
we decided to stay on, holding on to our precious
standing space next to the empty stage.

A wave of rowdy crowd, latecomers, then started pushing
all early birds around, and soon we found ourselves
pushed to the extreme left corner of the stage
drunken as both of us were. My wife drowned her sorrow
by gulping almost a quarter of the vodka down her
throat straight from the bottle.

I was amused and was only wondering at what would be
her state when the alcohol reached her brain. Anyway,
by the time the boy-band appeared on the stage, my wife
had consumed more than half the vodka even though I
abstained because at least one of us had to be in his
senses when it was time to go home.

So there we were my wife absolutely drunken, mumbling
incoherently like a homeless drunkard and I, half-drunk
and full horny with all the rubbing of my crotch by my
wife’s sexy ass, wrapped in a tight dress. The boy-band
turned out to be Boy-zone and soon people had forgotten
Elton John’s absence. They belted out some nice songs
and got everyone to sway and tap their feet. There was
constant pushing and shoving from all three sides of us
and I was finding it hard to stick to my wife who was
immediately in front of me.

Things were not easy as there was no solid support in
front of us. Like they usually do, they had separated
the stage and the crown (that’s is us) by a rope and
with each push from behind, we were pulled against the
rope. Fortunately for the organizers the poles holding
the ropes were strong and didn’t give way otherwise
there would have been cacophony everywhere.

There were guards standing with their backs to the
stage, keeping a lookout for any trespassers. One of
these guards, a burly black man with massive shoulders
and tree-trunk thick solid thighs was positioned right
in front of us. He was short, just about my wife’s
height but he was so thick that he looked like carved
from a big fat tree. He had been standing slightly off,
but I realized that each time the crowds pushed us from
behind, he would move towards us and soon he was
directly in front of my wife.

I was glad that he was there to save her in case the
rope crashed. But I soon realized that his intention
was farther from saving my wife. The way he behaved, he
was there to take advantage of my wife with each push
as the front of his body grinded on to the front of my
wife’s body.

I was already horny, and the thought that a burly black
ugly bouncer was grinding in my wife’s crotch only send
shivers of pleasure down my cock, which was at full
mast. My wife, 30 minutes into the concert was
completely gone. She was standing there only because I
had clasped her body to mine. Otherwise she was swaying
to and fro and her head hung limply to one side. To
have some more fun with her, I started pushing her more
frequently, without any push from behind. And once I
pushed her I would keep her body locked with that of
the bouncer. My eyes were (intentionally) glued to the
boy-band singers (they looked very pretty, I realized).

It was absolutely dark, as the spotlights focused on
the singers and I couldn’t see the ground if I wanted
to because of the number of people. So imagine my shock
when my hand accidentally dropped down and encountered
a big-sized hand jammed in the front of my wife’s
crotch. It was the guard-cum-bouncer. His black hand
was jammed inside my wife’s panty and the fingers were
moving in and out.

He must have been doing this finger fucking of my
wife’s pussy for sometime because his hand was dripping
wet from my wife’s pussy juice till the knuckles.

Being a good faithful loving husband, I should have
pulled his black hand and fat fingers out of my wife’s
lovely hairy cunt… but I was only thinking from my
spongy, purple cock head so I thought let him enjoy
just a few more minutes. The poor black man was anyway
so sincerely doing his job. Then I concentrated on the
movements of my wife’s body under the manipulation of
the black bouncer. There was a soft hum to his
movements as he slowly finger fucked her moist intimate
hole.

When I felt a jerking motion convulsing my wife, I
ducked my hand down from behind and was further shocked
to find that my wife’s lovely lacy panties were
missing. He had possibly yanked them off her
completely. I know THEN I should have definitely
stopped him but my horny cock told me to let him enjoy
a little bit more. Soon the hum of my wife’s body
moving to and fro returned. Her slinky black dress had
ridden up and short as it was, I realized her rounded
big ass was visible to anyone who cared to see down.

I should have pulled the dress down but the friction of
her smooth ass-cheeks had hardened my cock beyond any
redemption and I had no choice but to pull my seven-
inch long and five-inch thick uncut aching cock from
the confines of my trousers. I thought while the black
bouncer was finger fucking her, I could simply fuck her
from behind and release my boiling sperm inside her hot
moist pussy. Holding her with one hand, I maneuvered my
cock between her ass cheeks and pushed it between the
ass crack. Lubed generously with my copious pre-cum, it
slithered its way between her legs like a well oiled-
snake. But there it got stuck by something rough and
hairy.

I probed with hand and realized I was holding two oval
objects with some hairy, tingly rough spiked hair-like
things. Oh jinkies, I realized in that moment of truth
that those big round thingies were the black bouncer’s
hairy black balls and they were blocking my cock’s way
to my own wife’s pussy entrance because, his black cock
had beaten me to it. The burly black bouncer’s fat
black-panther was already inside my wife’s wet sloppy
cunt.

I know, I should have immediately hauled his big black
cock out of my wife’s pussy but just then my eyes met
his smoldering, b***d-shot black eyes, and he looked at
me pleadingly. His mouth moved slowly but I understood
him clearly. He was saying, “Whether you like or not,
loser, I am gonna breed your trash wife right here,
right now,” or something to that effect. Just as I
found my real place in life, as a cuckold meant to let
other real black men enjoy my wife’s hairy pussy with
their smelly, bigger, superior black cocks, I felt his
big black balls squirm and tingle in anticipation.

Then I felt the underside of his wrist-thick cock spasm
and jerk uncontrollably as its veins rushed his black
potent baby-making man-juice from the balls to his piss
slit to be deposited in my wife’s fertile pussy. My
sensitive, spongy cock head felt the earth-shattering
orgasm experienced by my wife’s fucker.

And he gave up all pretence of being a bouncer and
collapsed on my wife; planting his thick, black Negro
lips on her lovely soft pink lips… I turned sideways
to see his purple tongue snake its way inside my wife’s
mouth. My won cock was hit by his black heavy cock as
it plopped out of my wife’s pussy after it released
every single drop of his sperm. I simply inserted my
cock in her loose pussy flooded with his still hot cum.
It was enough to send my own cock in a tizzy and it
shot string after string of thin cum just at the
pussy’s entrance.

The bouncer got off and immediately moved away. Within
minutes he was back with another guard, grinning
maliciously and pointing at my wife. He even pulled her
dress up to show his friend the mess he had made and
then left with a wink. The second bouncer was as thin
and tall and the first one was stout and short. But he
didn’t hesitate a minute before plunging his long thin
fingers inside the sopping hot oven of my wife’s sloppy
pussy. He pulled his cum-covered hand out and sniffed
it…his wide nose flaring even wider like a bull
sniffing the behind of a cow in heat. As he was
repeating the process his hand touched mine.

He grinned and pulled my hand through my wife’s wet
thighs and placed it on his big lumpy crotch. He wanted
me to make him hard and who was I to deny him this
pleasure. I zipped him down and fished for his cock. It
took me about two minutes to pull it out; it was so
meaty and long. It was soft but already difficult to
hold in one hand.

I peeled his foreskin down and rubbed his spongy cock
head, feeling every movement, every jerk as it grew,
and grew, and grew. Once it was rock hard, I could see
the cock’s glistening head reaching the other side of
my wife’s body. I was dying to go down on my knees to
gobble it in my watering mouth but that would mean my
wife would fall down so I couldn’t. So I did the next
best thing possible slowly I rubbed his cock up and
down my wife’s sloppy pussy slit and then I placed his
angry hot cock right at the entrance of her pussy and
put my hands behind his lanky ass.

Then I pulled him with such great strength that he went
super deep inside my wife’s pussy canal. He bumped into
something inside possibly the entrance to my wife’s
womb and still there was an inch or two of black
cock-meat outside. I would have helped him fuck my
wife, but he was too irritated by my slow manipulations
and brushing my hands aside, he took matters in his own
hand. He clasped his bony hands tightly on my wife’s
waist and started a steady fucking even in the midst of
all the noise, singing and cheering.

And just as the night sky lit up with fireworks as
Elton John made an appearance, the second black bouncer
planted one last stroke and held my wife tightly as his
whole body rocked with his own orgasm and my wife
received her third coat of sperm within an hour from
three different men. I was horrified when my wife
opened her eyes suddenly as she heard Elton John’s
baritone. I was super quick as I pulled the black
bouncer’s cock out of her puffed up pussy and pushed
him away. He also moved back as he saw my wife was now
awake.

My wife, half startled, felt her pussy and removed a
huge amount of sperm in her hand mostly released by
the last black man, she scooped it up in her palm and
licked it all right as the amused black bouncer
watched. She swallowed her hand and scooped some more
to lick it dry too. Then she turned around and said
sleepily, “Fuck Elton John, but I loved every moment of
the fucking you gave me tonight.”

Then as quickly as she had awakened, she slumped in her
drunken state again, a pearly white gob of the black
bouncer’s sperm still dangling at the edge of her
mouth. The black bouncer smiled, and whispered in my
ears, “Shall I get one more black cock for your wife? I
have seen that he has a 14-inch long and 8-inch thick
cock…she and you will love it.” My cock sprang up
again leaking pre-cum and all my lust-induced mind
could do was to nod my head in consent.