Anniversary

A bigamist wife is degraded by her ‘husbands’ and their friend,

The black, 35-y/o Marcus, white, 23- y/o Jay and I were unofficially married to Suzanne, a submissive 48-year-old. We husbands also had a white, divorced, 33-y/o friend, Lloyd, in New Orleans.

And I made her upload her nude picture to a message inviting him to help us celebrate our second wedding anniversary on a Saturday in April.

He wrote: – ‘You’re a beautiful twat inspiring my lust. Although polyandry isn’t legal, I think it’s great since it proves that wives are sluts.’

She responded: – ‘I’m unashamed to inform you I’m the biggest slut you’ve ever imagined, sir.’

‘Good,’ he typed.

That Thursday, however, I had her go to an antique shop and buy an ornate communion goblet – while the next Saturday morning, she, Jay, Marcus and I flew from our Mississippi town to New Orleans.

We arrived at 10; a taxi took us to our hotel where we rested until 7 p. m. when I commanded her to wear a short dress and high-heeled shoes.

Fortunately, The Crescent City Adult Bookstore was still in business and another taxi drove us there.

To thank the driver, she sucked his dick in the rear parking lot before she, Marcus, Jay and I entered the smut-emporium.

Twelve male customers then followed us into the video-arcade, with her sitting in a booth and orally collecting their sperm in a jar.

After that, we walked to Lloyd’s house.

‘It’s nice seeing you all,’ he said.

‘The same here,’ Marcus replied.

‘Would you store this in your refrigerator?’ I asked while giving him the jar.

‘Sure,’ Lloyd answered as he went into kitchen.

Upon him coming back to the living room, I told him, ‘I need to explain that we husbands don’t and never will love our wife in romantic sense. In fact, we have nothing but contempt for her.’

‘Is that true?’ Lloyd asked her.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘You don’t respect yourself, do you,?’ Marcus said.

‘No, sir.’

‘Yeah, and you’re a woman only because you’re despicable
whore!’ Jay scoffed before I commanded, ‘Get naked.’

She did, to expose her small tits and fine lgs.

Next, Marcus, Lloyd, Jay and I undressed, after which Lloyd bent over and said, ‘Kiss my butt!’

‘Yes, sir,’ she’d scarcely replied when he farted.

‘I’m cursing you!’ he laughed as he spun around, shoved her to her knees, gripped her red hair and started punching his 13-inched cock into her throat, followed by Marcus crouching and aiming his penis into her ass.

‘You’re dirtier than shit!’ he disparaged her.
‘That’s brutal!’ Lloyd remarked.

‘That’s how I intended it!’ Marcus answered.

Meanwhile, Jay and I were stroking our cocks, as we did until Marcus unloaded in her anus and Lloyd her mouth.

They withdrew from her; Jay started to roughly pound her vag.

‘Yes, yes, yes, I’m cumming!’ the tart exclaimed.

‘As if I care!’ Jay sneered.

Five minutes later, he jizz-defiled her snatch.

I then removed the jar from the refrigerator, ejaculated in it, poured the semen into the goblet, handed it to her and ordered, ‘Seal your unholy union a second time!’

‘Yes, sir!’ – and she swallowed the pecker-juice.

‘That’s stuff’s delicious, isn’t it?’ Lloyd said.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘We aren’t finished. Add a bridal gown and veil to your shoes,’ I instructed.

Suzanne obeyed, without knowing that Lloyd had arranged an event involving 23 black and 17 white men at a sex-club, The Den.

I blindfolded her, steered her out to his car, and placed her in the front seat before Marcus, Jay and I got in the back one.

Off we went to the club.

Lloyd guided her onstage and had her lie down.

‘Boys, this Suzanne, a notorious sex-fiend. Don’t damage her and you can use her like you hate her until the sun rises,’ he said as the 40 studs surrounded her and started fondling their variously sized pricks, then:

”You mainline jizz, don’t you?”
“She’s a cum-junkie!”
“She’s high!”
“She’s demon-possessed!”
“She belongs to Satan!”
“That’s right, you worthless piece of filth!” – etc. etc.

Nevertheless, the guys were roaring, yelling, shouting and assaulting her orifices in a raging fury, though the idea was that she couldn’t see her abusers.

Once they’d emptied their balls, they developed new erections, and she almost fainted before the attack concluded at 3 a. m.

Her gown and veil were soaked with iizz and she was an obscene mess from her pretty face to her shoes.

After I pulled her to her feet, I toweled her dry, with her, Lloyd, Marcus, Jay and me returning to Lloyd’s vehicle and him driving to his house.

But my final insult was urinating into her dung-pussy.

‘You are and always will be a toilet!’ I announced, and…

‘… thank you, sir,’ Suzanne ended the celebration.

What a wonderful, fucking wife, yes, indeed!

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