Mark's point of View

It was already 17:00 o'clock and I decided to leave work early. The anticipation was killing me, so it was only natural that traveling back home, I was very very tense. Luckily, somehow I managed to get home despite the state of my nervous system and the heavy traffic.

One hour later at 18:00 o'clock, my naked trembling wife Petra leaned on my shoulder. She was sobbing loudly as I spread her ass cheeks as wide as I could.

"Nice" said Omar and introduced his 10 inch black cock to my wife's pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance. My wife suddenly groaned loud. I knew what this meant - his cock was already inside of her.

"Not wet enough. Don't make me think you don't want me, slut."

Omar started pumping harder and harder. As he increased his speed my concern that he will rip Petra's vagina also grew. Omar did not seem at all concerned what the state of her pussy will be when he finishes fucking her.

Petra's point of view

My husband hugged me tight as Omar was pumping my pussy hard. I finally somehow managed to accommodate his enormous 10 inch cock in my pussy when he suddenly pulled out and slapped my buttocks with full force.

"Huh, what a wet cunt. I knew that you will get horny at some point." he slapped me once again with full force. I guess that only those two blows were enough to render my ass red but he continued slapping my ass for another minute or two. I felt completely sore.

"Now your ass, bitch" he took my buttocks with his own hands and spread them wide as he started probing my rear entrance with the head of his cock. "I hope you like anal, cunt".

After saying this words he pressed. I gasped quietly. My head was still resting on my husband's shoulder when the head of his cock passed through my sphincter. I started having anal occasionally since I was 17, but now at 33 this was to be the first black cock that I allow in my ass. Furthermore, the cock felt too big for my pussy, so I feared how it would feel in my ass.

Omar's point of view

I was inside. I felt rage. I wanted to break that stupid slut's asshole. After a few slow moves I started pumping as hard as I could. The slut instinctively tried to move away but her husband was holding her. Her asshole was definitely not a virgin hole but it still felt really tight around my cock. As I continued, I grabbed her waist just to help myself penetrate her shit pipe better.

It didn't take long before I was able to thrust my cock deeper and deeper. Her sphincter was still hugging so tightly my member that it looked almost like she purposefully wanted to milk my cock inside of her. Finally I managed to shove the my whole length in her rectum and with renewed energy I continued fucking her ass. I could see her bare feet quivering from pleasure or discomfort. I didn't care. I wanted to destroy that hole with my cock.

Mark's point of View

I was a helpless observer as Omar was ravaging Petra's asshole. The last two or three minutes she was almost silent. Her initial sobs and moans had faded. I guess she felt quit numb at this point. I was still holding and hugging her tightly as Omar started emptying his balls inside of my wife's ass. It lasted long. I don't know how much time exactly it took but it felt like he had pumped a few liters in her rectum.

When he finally pulled out of my wife's ass, he just put something in my hand. I was very surprised when I realized that I was holding a golden butt plug with a beautiful diamond on the other end.

"Plug her ass. It's leaking" he said and I complied.

I centered the widest part against Petra's slightly gaping asshole and then I pressed gently. It popped inside easily considering how sloppy and greased with semen was the entrance.. Only the diamond was visible now.

Petra's point of view

Omar gave something to my husband and he put it in my ass. It was some kind of a butt plug for sure. I didn't see it.

"Let's go now. I have reserved a table" Omar said.

I have not been able to turn around or to understand whats going on when he threw something on my back. It was a black dress.

"Come on, put it on" he added. Mark was silent.

I reached for table where I have left my clothes and most importantly my underwear.

"No" I froze. "No underwear. Put it on" I immediately understood that I should comply so I proceeded with the task.

The dress was black, but the fabric was so thin that I was sure it will reveal more than it was hiding. My tits for example were covered only by two black stripes coming down from my shoulders in X shape. The dress was long enough to cover my butt and pussy - it finished just a 2-3 inches below, just barely enough not to reveal my ass if I bend over. Yet again this was no consolation, because of the thin fabric.

Omar's point of view

It took too long for the stupid slut to put the dress on, but when she finally did so, I was very satisfied. She looked exactly as a pathetic anal slut should look like. Of course there was something missing. The final touch. I opened my bag and took them out. That stupid whore looked at me very strange, like maybe she was offended somehow.

"Come on, you aren't going to the restaurant barefoot. Put the heels on." The heels I have chosen were black in color and very elegant, but most importantly with their 7 inches heel they were very uncomfortable to walk in.

I watched as Petra put them on and made her first step. She was having difficulty keeping her balance. Probably she had never worn 7 inchers.

Mark's point of View

I looked at my wife. Omar had made her dressed as a complete whore. We three, were in the backseat of Omar's limousine and dispite the dim lighting it was fair to say that the dress Petra was wearing was definitaly revealing. I mean I could see her nipples and when she moved her legs slight I could see her pussy through the fabric of the dress.

"Finger your cunt" when Omar asked her that I thought it was a bit too much considering that the restaurant was probably around not more than10 minutes away. Anyway, he seemed adamant about it and I could only watch as Petra complied. She spread her legs slightly and lifted her dress. Two of her fingers disappeared inside of her pussy and sh started moving her hand. Maybe Omar was right? After all he was paying far too well about all of this.

Petra's point of view

The first thing I wanted to do when we got in the restaurant was to go to the bathroom. I badly needed to wash my hand, but Omar did not allow me. I had to spent the whole dinner with my slippery hand. Not that someone else noticed that, but it felt uncomfortable. What felt more uncomfortable though was everyone staring at me throughout the whole dinner. I felt exposed.

I felt immense relief when we got out of the restaurant. This was about to end soon, but it turned out that there was another small surprise.

"We forgot to get you a dessert" Omar suddenly exclaimed when we were about to get in the limo.

Omar's point of view

I am completely convinced that she actually liked sucking my cock at the parking lot. This was far better dessert for the slut than the stupid cake she could have ordered inside the restaurant. Her husband was waiting on the other side of the car. I noticed that he tried to turn around and watch a few times, but mostly he had to listen to the sloppy sounds his wife was making while sucking my cock until I filled her mouth with my sperm. There is no better dessert than the cock which had violated her ass previously.

Mark's point of View

Omar asked me to unplug my wife's ass. I was a bit hesitant, but I had to comply. The diamond plug popped out with ease. I guess Petra's ass was still a bit loose after the fucking she had received. Incredibly even that a few hours had passed from the ordeal, Omar's cum was still inside and it started leaking right away. First it went down on the plug and on my hand and after I moved away it started leaking on the inner side of her thighs. I was a bit disgusted that I got dirty, but I felt relieve once I gave back the plug to Omar.

Petra's point of view

Omar left with his limo leaving us alone on the parking lot. It was a strange evening, but I somehow grew to like it in the end. Of course I was dressed like a slut and that meant that now I had to experience serious embarrassment on the way home. Whats worse, my feet hurt from the uncomfortable heels. It was very strange that Omar didn't want the dress and the heels back. It was getting cold so I urged Mark to finish counting the money. I wanted to go home.