Chapter One

Birthday Boy

 

It's nine forty-five a.m. when I step from the shower and towel off. Naked, I comb and shake out my better-than shoulder-length curly-at-the-ends sandy blonde locks. Being fair-skinned I seldom need to shave, so I merely brush my teeth. Then I'm reaching for my robe when my wife barges right into the bathroom without knocking.

"Good morning, Birthday Boy!"

"Hi, Kori."

"You don't need to worry about that robe. You won't need it."

"Huh?"

"You're not going anywhere today, and you're not going to be wearing any clothing either. I just called in to work for you. I've got the most unbelievable birthday surprise in store for you today! I've got everything meticulously planned out, and I can't wait to get started. Come into the living room with me."

"Okay."

Slender, petite and willowy, her golden-blonde hair a shade lighter and twice as long and wavy as mine, lovely Kori is as effortlessly gorgeous as always despite being rumpled and tousled from sleep. Her stunning beauty renders me absolutely powerless, and throughout three years of marriage she's always worn the pants in our relationship. As always I obey her without question. Naked, I follow her though the house until she directs me onto the narrow, glass-topped steel coffee table by the TV.

"Here, sit down on the end of the coffee table, straddling it. Then lie back."

"Okay." Curious, excited, and even a bit unsettled I do as directed. Surely something extraordinary is in store, and I'm already getting an erection as I lie back on the cool glass table. Kori smiles sweetly, kneeling next to me, and then she takes my arms and pulls them around underneath. Before I can properly credit her intentions, she's snapped a pair of handcuffs on me, locking me down on the table with my hands behind my back.

"What-" I begin, but she silences me right away.

"Shush! I told you this was going be an unbelievable birthday surprise - a whole lot of surprises, actually. But first things first: you didn't know I was into bondage, did you?"

"Um...no dear."

"Well I wasn't - until I started studying your hidden computer files, you sicko. Then I started getting into all kinds of kinky things. I had no idea you were such a sick little pervert! Well, unfortunately for you, I'm also a total pervo now. And this is going to be a birthday you'll never forget, my secret-sissy closet-cuckold ultra-submissive husband. I'm going to make your most disgusting dreams come true - in spades, as they say!" She giggled richly here at some private joke, and then continued. "And if all those desperately compelling dreams of yours turn out to be nightmares in reality...well, all that I can say is that's often the case with sexually deviant dreams like these."

I'm so stunned and complexly affected by all this that I can't seem to catch my breath. I barely register it as Kori spreads my knees out wide; then bends my shins back around the steel legs and underneath the table, where she shackles my ankles together. Then she links these restraints to the cuffs on my wrists, effectively hog-tying me to the living room table. Laughing merrily again at my goggle of alarm, my blush of shame, and most of all at my ridiculously urgent erection, she looms over my spread-out supine body.

"Ha-ha, look! Someone here agrees that you're a sicko pervert deviant!" She points at that throbbing, bobbing monster, then slides a pillow under my head, propping my face up to confront it. I eye my accusing penis unbelievingly, almost appalled at the length, thickness, and steely color I've somehow attained. But unfortunately, my current transcendent state of arousal is the very least of what Kori intends to confront me with today. Once she's satisfied with my positioning, and my complete and utter helplessness, she pushes the television stand even closer, right over next to me, where it's nearly impossible to look at anything else. Then she slides a tape into the VCR.

"It's going to take me a while to shower and dress myself, and to round up the rest of what I need for your big day today. I don't want you to get bored in the meantime. So I'm going to play this very special birthday tape for you. I made it after I read your diary, you see, and saw your picture collection and all the web sites that you've been visiting. I hope you enjoy it, pervert-boy. I had an absolutely fabulous time making it."

"But...but...but those were just stories, fantasies, harmless jerk-off stuff!"

"Not anymore Birthday Boy. Watch the tape and you'll see what I mean."

Kori turns her back on me and leaves. Chained to the table, riveted with horror, I watch her disappear down the hall to our bedroom. Yet no sooner has she vanished than she suddenly reappears before me, naked and ravishing and entering that very room. Yet this time her image is on the screen before me, as the tape in the VCR begins.

It's Kori all right, her hair a shimmering treasure and her pale skin as smooth and flawless as ever over her entire tight little body. Yet she's not alone here. Two large black males follow her onto the screen, as naked as she is and already tremendously erect. Without delay, Kori leads them right onto our big king-size bed, where they both fall upon her at once.

One brutal big stud grabs her by the hair and begins fucking her eagerly compliant face, while the other enters into her from behind, stabbing his enormous club into her cunt and pounding away. Before my aghast face, they begin a feverish biracial ménage à trois: two studs so black they seemed almost eggplant purple, and my sweet little lily-white wife between them, all of them fucking each other in my very own bed with a savage abandon unlike anything I'd ever dreamed. While Kori slowly showers and dresses for whatever other illimitable outrages she has planned for me today, I lie there chained to the coffee table and watch her cuckold me with a passion she's never displayed throughout our entire rather vanilla marriage. Grunting and squealing like a rabid animal, she lifts her ass up high and spreads her cheeks out wide so that one after another these hulking black bucks can batter their enormous organs into her anus in the most degrading manner imaginable. Again and again she comes herself, screaming like a banshee with release, and then finally wallows in a rapturous baptism. Working one in each hand, she jerks both of those huge cocks together, until they finally spout out simultaneously all over her greedy tongue, shiny wet lips, chin, and flushed little china doll features.

Grinning up at her defilers, Kori rubs their softening cocks against her face, smearing the semen all around and taking turns sucking it off their big thick pricks. Despite my bottomless shame and outrage, my stunned disbelief at what I'm seeing, my own cock continues to throb, betraying me even worse than my cruelly unfaithful wife. As the scene on the tape comes to a close, another similar one immediately starts: Kori leading two more well-hung dangerous-looking black strangers into our bedroom, where they immediately begin to wallow in the most extravagant sexual excesses. Yet still my erection strains skyward, accusing me more eloquently than even Kori, when she at last passes back through the living room on her way to the front door.

"Still hard, Birthday Boy? I knew it! You disgustingly contemptible little specimen! Well I'm going out for a while, to round up the rest of your birthday presents. But don't worry. That's a six-hour tape. If you're still hard when I get back, we'll see if we can't find an appropriate use for you. Until then, enjoy the show!"

Indeed. On the screen the orgy continues: Kori with two black studs in my bed, sucking and fucking for them like the skuzziest slut in creation. They brutally double-team her, slapping her around a bit, spanking her ass and tits and using all three holes in the most humiliating manner imaginable. And when this pair is finally finished jizzing all over her abysmally degraded face, the scene cuts straight away to an even worse one. In the shower, on the kitchen table, over my cluttered workbench, but most of all in the grand marital bed, an endless progression of muscular, well-hung black men punishingly dominate and violently fuck the ever-loving shit out of the gloriously beautiful woman I'd thought was mine and mine alone. For six long hours this torture continues; the entire video is filled with scenes of my screaming, creaming wife double-cuckolding me again and again and again and again. Yet no sooner does the interminable tape finally end, and the clock on the wall strike four p.m., than the front door suddenly crashes open, and Kori comes breezing back in. And of course she's not even close to alone.

Fully half a dozen big black men - most of whom I recognize from the tape - follow her right into the room. Right away they begin to strip off their matching gang jackets and other clothes, leaving only holstered weapons strapped about their muscular bodies. As Kori starts setting up the camcorder, and the first rapidly swelling blacksnake appears, I finally fight through my horror enough to gasp up at her.

"No! You're not going to do it all again right in front of me, are you?"

"Of course not, Slut-boy!" Kori laughs maniacally. "At least, not right away! No, all these cocks are for you, Slut-boy! First I'm going to tape them raping you as badly as they've been abusing me! Of course, at some point, I'll surely join in the fun myself, but I think by that time you'll be far too full of other concerns - shall we say big, hard, black, throbbing concerns - to worry about what's happening to me. So here's your birthday present, Slut-boy: a new name, a new job, and a whole new sex life - in fact, soon it will be a whole new sex and a whole new life! But let's not get ahead of ourselves here. First your fondest, most desperate secret wish is about to be granted. Guys...he's all yours, as promised! Have at him!"

Right away the biggest, baddest, blackest of the bunch steps up, buck-naked but for a bunch of heavy gold jewelry and a monster .357 mag in a shoulder holster. "All right!" he rumbles. "I ain't had no virgin sissy-pussy since my last big stretch in the slam. And I ain't never had no pretty-haired high-class white-boy shit like this! Little Kori, this Slut-boy of yours is mine!"

His incredibly thick, purple-black prick juts up like a club, putting me in mind of the prodigiously endowed porn star John Rambone. I struggle violently, helplessly, begging for Kori to call this off, return to sanity, but she just laughs deliciously at me, filming my every whimper and squirm as the big naked blacks converge on me from all sides.

"Here, somebody catch on his head and have a go at his face. You, Ramone!" The big buck kneeling down at the end of the table calls out to two of his underlings. "You and Sticks take that end. I've got this one!"

Immediately he moves into place, aligns that enormous tool with my vulnerable virgin opening and starts forcing his way in. For a moment that awful invasion is everything to me, pain and shame and degradation and blackest, unholy lust, and my involuntary cry is miserably lost. But then another pair of pungent pricks and dangling balls are pushed into my helpless face.

They rub back and forth all over me, just as they'd done to Kori in the video, until suddenly the supporting pillow beneath my head is yanked out, and my face tipped all the way backward. Upside-down, I watch one of those giant cocks approach and I clamp my lips shut. But immediately the big buck raping my asshole grabs my balls in his fist, and issues me orders.

"Open up, Slut! Start sucking cock like a pro or lose your balls right now!" He squeezes them pitilessly, working his enormous member deeper up into me all the while. With a bleat of agony I open up, and right away Ramone thrusts himself through my lips, mouth, and right into my opened throat.