Fifteen years of marriage and not once have I got my wife to climax on my dick. Sure with my fingers, my tongue or toys it never had been a problem but not with my dick. At best only average in size, it never got the chance to perform properly because the real problem was my lack of stamina. I never lasted long inside my wife and getting her to orgasm that way was impossible. Natascha always said, that she’s not missing anything and refused to take me up on my offer to have sex with other men. But she was not getting younger and now in her early forties and because I have been her first and only, the feeling that she was missing something in life nevertheless was getting stronger.

Natascha is a little bit insecure and sometimes asks me, if she looks strange when we are out, because she has the feeling that other people are staring at her. I always tell her, that the women are only jealous and the men only want to have her. So I started to send her nude pics of well build men and captioned them with explanations what those men are wanting to do with her:

“This one wants you to suck his cock before he fucks you.”

“This one wants to take you from behind like an animal.”

“This one wants to cum between your tits.”

“This one wants to take you in the H&M changing room.”

“This one wants to tie your arms and legs to the bedposts so he can do whatever he wants with you.”

“This one wants to fuck you so good, that you moan, whine and scream his name before you cum.”

“This one wants to fuck you so good, that afterwards you beg him to do it over and over again.”

“This one wants to bring you to at least two orgasms with his cock before him cums inside you.”

“This one wants to take you in front of my eyes in our marriage bed.”

I even started to mix those with the pics of cheating wives or those cuckolding their husbands. At first I thought, that she would tell me to stop this fast. But it didn’t happen so I went on with it. One day, while I was massaging her feet, me watching television, my wife surfing the net on her phone, she showed me a pic of a real big black cock and told me, that sometimes she does wonder how a cock like this would feel inside her. I immediately switched to sending her pics of women orgasming on big fat black cocks.

A few weeks later we were fooling around in bed and my wife asked me, while stroking my cock, if I still stood by my offer to let her have sex with other men. My little dick got harder immediately. She said, that nothing has changed for her and that she’s really not missing anything but her curiosity has gotten the better of her and now she wanted to know how a really big cock feels and how it feels to be with another man. She said it would strictly be this one time only and if I have second thoughts that would be perfectly alright with her, too.

I told her, that I still stood by my offer of course but also, that I would very much like to see her orgasming on another man’s cock. Natascha was still stroking my cock and while telling her that I wanted to see her with another man, I came violently. She laughed while she was cleaning her sticky hands on my body and remarked how obvious it was how much that thought turned me on. She didn’t know if I would distract her too much and if she would be able to let herself go under my eyes but gave her consent anyway.  She told me to look for suitable men on the net and present them to her.

I already had someone in mind. I had contacted Olu Shango, months ago and we had chatted for a while. He was a black Master with a passion for dominating white couples. I had send him nudes of my wife and he had used them in his essays. I wrote him, that my wife was ready to meet someone and asked for pics I could present to her. He already wanted to fuck Natascha for months and was eager to meet her. I had told him that my wife once claimed to be submissive but that she couldn’t live that with me. Now Master Shango offered to be the man to dominate her and to teach my wife how to dominate me. We would have to accept his decisions and follow his orders without questions, though. His first demands were, that I was not allowed to have sex with my wife anymore. She was supposed to be as sex starved as possible. And I would have to wear a cockcage from that day on and had to hand those keys over to my wife. Master Shango was currently residing in London and I was supposed to arrive caged, not allowed to take it off and leave as caged as I had come. At the end of the weekend Natascha would have to decide, if she takes the keys back home or leaves them with him. I agreed and showed his pics to my wife and she was intrigued. I couldn’t blame her. Master Shango had my height but was more athletic build than me and he was her age, whereas I am 14 years older than my wife. His massive cock produced a longing shine in my wife’s eyes. We set a date, asked the grandparents to look after the kids for a weekend and booked a flight to London and a hotel for a weekend. We booked a suite for sex and a single room where I was supposed to sleep Saturday night when Master Shango would want to be alone with my wife.

Because our date was still weeks away, Master Shango and Natascha took to chatting. I don't know what exactly they were chatting about but some evenings, when watching TV on the couch, me massaging my wife’s feet as always, she slipped a hand under the blanket. I pretended not to notice and only after a little while would hear her suppressed moaning.

When our date got nearer Natascha got a little bit insecure. One day she wanted to call it all of simply because she didn’t knew what to wear. I told her she should imagine what it would be like if the weekend hadn't already been arranged and instead she had to seduce the man Olu Shango first. What would she want to wear, if she planned to get him into bed that evening? With this in mind, she should go shopping. She told me that she wouldn’t wear anything that she already had in her wardrobe anyway. If the whole thing was getting too expensive for me, I should have told her. Because if we go shopping, we go the whole way, she said. Shoes, stockings, lingerie, dress, coat, bag, jewelry, make up and she will have to go to the hairdresser beforehand. And she wants champagne in the hotel room and rose petals on the bed. She doesn't normally drink any champagne but I agreed to everything.

One week before the weekend we went shopping as promised. First she bought an expensive dress with a deep neckline. A tight dress which follows her female form and has a deep décolleté revealing her breasts just to tease her lover. In the same store she bought a trench coat. She wanted it for a long time and all the other coats wouldn’t fit with the dress. Next shoes. As always, it was hard for her to decide on shoes. She never wears heels, not even for me. That day, however, she decided, if not for high heels, then for shoes with a large heel and ankle straps. I noticed how I got a little bit jealous. When I say she was buying, however, that means, as always, that I was standing at the counter to pay. My wife does have her own card, but she hardly ever uses it. In addition to the shoe and dress, she needed stockings. She never wears these for me either, but those details have escaped her in her buying frenzy. Also that these stockings from the lingerie store were exorbitantly expensive. But that was nothing compared to the prices for the admittedly extremely sexy dark red bra/slip combination. I didn’t knew, if she really needed the jewelry or if my wife just wanted to test how much I was willing to spend just to see another man fuck her. She said, that she had taken my words to heart and made it her goal to seduce this man. I was a bit jealous, but I didn't say anything because it was a huge turn on for me to stand at the counter and pay for lingerie my wife will only wear to arouse another man in a way that he wants to have sex with her. What I didn’t knew at the counter was, that my wife’s lingerie was open at the crotch so, if her lover would want to ravage her at once, he wouldn‘t have to waste time undressing her.

When we packed our things for the weekend, I asked my wife what toys I should take. She informed me, that Master Shango had told her not to bring anything, he would provide everything we needed. I had bought a cockcage like demanded. This one was open at the front to allow me to still wear my Prince Albert piercing even caged. To remove the cockcage I would not only need the key for it but also an Allen key to remove the piercing first. We arrived a quarter after eleven pm at London airport and drove straight to the hotel. We were a little bit exhausted because we had a stopover. So travelling took quite some time and for us it was one hour later anyway. On the other hand it would have been impossible to find sleep without the exhaustion because of our excitement.

On Saturday we were up too early and had breakfast. Afterwards we took a look at London before we were going to meet Master Shango for lunch. He had chosen a bar & grill where he was already waiting for us. When he recognized us, he got up immediately. The Master had the appearance of a natural alpha male. There was no hesitation or doubt in his behavior. He hugged Natascha and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then shook my hand. I sat down opposite of him but when my wife wanted to sit beside me he gestured her to sit next to him. Natascha obeyed and I noticed a change in her behavior I haven’t seen for more than fifteen years when we were still dating. In the presence of a true alpha male she became more shy and submissive almost at once. Master Shango was possessive with Natascha and almost demanding with the way he handled her, and Natascha later admitted to me at home that it had excited her. While we were making polite conversation about the flight and London, Master Shango placed his right hand on Nataschas left thigh and let it slide under her dress. I could see it in my wife’s face, when his fingers slipped into her dripping pussy and started fondling her clit. She gasped but tried to maintain control. The Master signaled the waitress with his left hand and told her, when she arrived at our table with the menus, that we wanted to order something to drink first and looked inviting at Natascha. She managed to order a coke without moaning but one could see that it wasn’t easy for her. If the waitress noticed, she didn’t show. After the order was completed the waitress left and my wife’s restraint resolved. She started shuddering, gasping and clutched her Masters arm. On the one hand to hold herself upright and the other to keep his hand going. She came shuddering with suppressed moaning almost collapsing on the table. Natascha regained her posture quickly and when the waitress came with our drinks she behaved like nothing happened.

After lunch we walked back to our hotel. Master Shango fetched the keycards at the front desk and handed me my card to the single bedroom. The suite was on the upper floor so we used the elevator. Once alone in the cabin the Master grabbed my wife and pulled her to him. He kissed her long and hard, one of his hands held her by the waist while the other went south to caress my wife’s butt. Natascha pressed her body against his already hardening cock. She could feel him grow through her thin dress. She was starting to get horny herself and bit his lip. I already started to feel like being the third wheel but before this went any further we reached the upper floor and the doors opened.

Inside the suite Master Shango put his bag on the bed and produced handcuffs and a ballgag from it. He told Natascha to tell me to get undressed and sit in the easy chair he pulled from the corner of the room. Then he commanded her to put the ballgag on me and cuff my hands behind the back of the chair. I did strip naked like my wife told me. When I was completely naked, apart from my cockcage, I sat down in the chair, Natascha stepped behind me and put the ballgag into my mouth and buckled it firmly up behind my head. Then she pulled my arms back and cuffed them behind the chairs back. I was sitting so low, that I couldn’t get up although I wasn’t cuffed to the chair itself. Now completely helpless, I felt the feeling of panic rise up in me. It was the same feeling I have on a roller coaster sometimes, those which stop for a moment before they start to plunge down. In that instant I wanted to call it all off. I was realizing too late, that I couldn’t stop what I had set in motion anymore and the point of no return had passed. My wife stepped back to her Master to scrutinize me but he immediately pulled her back into his arms and resumed the kissing he started in the elevator. This time Master Shango was squeezing her tits while Natascha started to work his cock through his jeans. I hadn’t expected her to take the initiative and now fear gripped me as had to witness my wife unbuckling Master Shango’s belt and to pull out his massive black cock. Fear, that she could really fall in love, legitimate fear, that she would prefer his cock as she used both hands to stroke it without ever breaking her kiss. Natascha got down on her knees and took a second to marvel at this superior cock. Even only half erect it was very much longer than mine and twice as thick. Natascha placed a longing kiss on the tip of her Masters circumcised dick before she started to take the whole glans in her mouth and began sucking it. Her lips made smacking noises while she was choking on his meat. Soon she switched from stroking his dick while sucking to fondling his balls. I was dumbfounded, Natascha had never sucked my dick. Not once in the almost twenty years that I know her. She once claimed, that she’s afraid that I could lose my respect for her but in this room in London I saw her going down on her knees from her own free will, not only sucking a cock but making love to it. On our way home she told me, what a turn on it has been for her. She had felt so fucking naughty, so dirty and mean that she made me watch doing something to another man that she never did to me and that she really loved that. When he was fully erect, Master Shango grabbed my wife’s head and removed his cock from her mouth

My wife then stood up and started unbuttoning Master Shango’s shirt. She started rubbing her hands over his abs and down to his legs. He then leaned forward and slid off his shirt. My wife was working on getting his pants off. She ripped each shoe off and then they worked his pants and boxers off. Her Master told her to get up again. She stood up in front of him with the heels making her tower just a little bit more than her normal 5’8” self. She put her hands on her hips playfully and looked at him. He leaned forward and started rubbing up her thigh and got to her pussy. Her legs got a little wobbly as he did this. He then turned her around and started to lower the zipper of her dress and looked at her sexy back as it became visible. The back of the red, lace bra came into view and then the matching thong. I could feel myself straining against my cockcage. Natascha then shimmied the dress down her legs and to the ground, revealing the magnificent ass Master Shango was about to enjoy.

Now Natascha was standing right in front of him in that lace underwear and her black heels. He span her around and grabbed both ass cheeks as she smiled and looked over at me. When we made eye contact she didn’t change expression but made it clear how good this was feeling by closing her eyes and putting her head back. She then let out a moan.

He then started lowering her thong and sliding it down her legs. She kicked one heel and he stopped her and told her to leave them on. He slid the thong off of her legs and over the heels leaving her perfectly smooth pussy exposed right in front of him. I saw his hand slide up and his finger feeling her pussy, which was basically gushing at this point. When he did this I saw her look at me with her mouth hanging open with a look of lust I’d dreamed about a million times and I realized that Natascha wouldn’t make her Master use any of the condoms we had agreed upon and I had bought for this weekend.

Master Shango led my wife to the bed and instructed her to lie with her face in my direction on her belly so he could take her from behind. “I want your husband to see your face when you cum on my cock” he decided. He propped up her butt and slowly started to push his cock into her dripping pussy. I heard her gasp when he entered her and then she started to moan and I realized a look full of lust in her face as her Master pushed his cock deeper into my wife’s pussy. She said, “Oh my god…” as he fitted his full shaft inside of her. She started panting and so did he as he started to get into rhythm. His pace quickened more and more I could already see the orgasm building up in my wife. I was amazed how fast he got my wife to the edge of climaxing only with his cock. I could never make her cum with my dick because it’s only average in size and I’m cumming way to fast. So my wife never had a proper orgasm in her life. I felt a little bit guilty, that she had to wait all those years for this moment but before she could cum the Master pulled his cock out. “No, no, no” my wife stuttered “keep going”, she desired. Master Shango bellowed: “Than tell me what you need right now”. “Fuck me!” my wife whimpered. “Louder!” he ordered. “Fuck me, fuck me hard Master, please!” my wife screamed as he slid his big cock back into her pussy again. He got into his rhythm again fast and Natascha started getting louder and louder as he sped up. I could smell the sex coming from them in waves. Watching Master Shango entering my wife and seeing and hearing her reaction to having a much larger and thicker cock inside her was amazing. The sweat was glistening on his black skin and his pounding kept going for a few minutes. Natascha was making noises of satisfaction that I’d never heard her make. My wife is typically somewhat sedate during sex, but not with her new Master. I could tell he wanted to go harder. He gave it to her in the most incredibly aggressive and thorough fucking I have seen at that point. She started yelling louder than I had ever heard. As he had her back on the brink of an orgasm again, he slowed down a little bit to bend over and whisper to her: “Who is owning your pussy, married bitch?” When my wife didn’t answered at once he started to slow down even more. “You are, you are owning my married pussy, Master” my wife gasped. Master Shango resumed his pace once again with my wife now sweating heavily. “Good girl” he praised my wife. “Your pussy belongs to me know. You belong to me now. No one else will fuck you and no one else will touch you but me”. “Yes, Master” my wife replied panting. “You will come to me bitch, whenever I have need of you”. “Yes, Master”, my wife replied again. I couldn’t believe my ears. Master Shango slowed down again, only an instant before my wife’s first orgasm on a cock. He got her almost crying now. “Please, Master”, my wife whimpered. He stated to pick up his pace again. “Beg me to do it...” he demanded. My wife was sweating and moaning, her climax building up even further. “I beg you...” she croaked. “For what woman?” asked the voice of her new Master as he gripped her hair and pulled her head up to fuck her even deeper and for me to clearly see the extent of lust in my wife’s face. “I beg you…to cum…deep...in...my married pussy…Master…I beg you…to flood… my pussy…with your seed!” my wife cried out just before Master Shango couldn’t hold back and pumped her unprotected womb full of his superior fertile sperm. Natascha convulsed, came violently and collapsed exhausted from an orgasm like never before in her whole live. When she came for the first time in her life from being fucked, Natascha screamed out her approval as she came.

I had to listen to my wife moaning and whimpering Master Shango’s name over and over when she was able to speak again. She gasped and laughed, giggling in a liberated way I had never heard before. Her Master rolled beside her and they kissed passionately for a long time. "Oh god, I didn't know it could be like this", it burst out of my wife. „I can give it to you as often as you want, he said, but I have one condition. Your husband must never touch you again“. My heart stopped for a moment, but I was sure that she would immediately refuse. But I heard no such thing. "Anything you want" my wife moaned, "Whenever you want, wherever you want but please keep fucking me" she begged.

I was flabbergasted. I never thought it would develop this way. I looked down at my shrinking penis and saw that I had leaked on the chair despite being caged. Master Shango got up and fetched the champagne that was still waiting in the bucket with the melting ice. He poured them two glasses and they started to drink. He let a little bit of it dribble into Nataschas belly and sip it from there. He put his fingers in his glass and started to squeeze her nipples and before sucking on them. They commenced kissing again. Master Shango was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples while Natascha was caressing his balls. His mouth began to move down to her neck and further to her breasts. When he started sucking her big hard nipples, I saw my wife melting in his arms again. Master Shango’s massive cock was already on the rise again. I couldn’t believe how someone could be ready to fuck again that short after he spend himself minutes ago.

Before my wife became too excited her Master stopped her and gestured for her to get up.

“I got something for you”, he told her. He stepped to his bag and fetched a collar and handcuffs. “Come here”, he ordered. Natascha came to him and turned around willing for him to put his collar around her neck. “SLUT” it read on its front. “Turn around”, he told her “and stretch out your arms.” My wife did as ordered and Master Shango put the cuffs around her wrists and guided her to the bed again and gestured for her to lie down on her back. He hooked a chain to one of the cuffs, threaded the chain through the metal frame of the headrest of the bed and hooked the other cuff. With my wife secured and spread on the sheet, Master Shango went back to his bag and produced a camera. “Now, that you are both secured, I will take photos of you for my private collection”, he declared. He took some pictures of my naked wife and then of me before he got back to the bed, straddling Natascha with his cock only inches from her face. His half erect cock was still enormous. Natascha was lying on her back, her arms stretched out above her head with her wrists chained to the headrest of the bed. Her body lay defenseless before her dominant Master. She looked in awe at his superior cock as she began sucking it again. Best as she could, she was bobbing her head up and down, tasting his semen while working his glans with her tongue. All the while Master Shango was carrying on taking pictures of Natascha with his cock in her mouth. He would send me the best of those later, with my wife looking directly at the camera, her cheeks stretched from his big black cock. When he send those pics he would always tease me that I should prompt him to post those pics on twitter.

Master Shango propped up my wife’s legs a bit and placed himself between her thighs. His cock lying on her crotch, he bend forward and started to massage my wife’s tits. He squeezed her tits until my wife moaned.  While squeezing her tits he rocked back and forth, his cock rubbing on her pussy. When he pinched her nipples and pulled on them my wife was moaning that hard, that I thought she would cum right then again. “You like that, my little married slut, do you?” he asked. When Natascha didn’t answered at once, he pulled harder. “Yes, yes, I like that”, stammered my wife. Shango worked his way from the breasts downward to her legs. He rubbed the inside of her thighs up to her pussy. There he massaged her outer labia with his thumbs. My wife’s body shuddered and squirmed. Her bound hands strained against the chain that held her cuffed wrists. “Your body craves more satisfaction” determined her Master. “I could give it to you, my little married slut. Do you want me to?” he asked while still massaging the outer rim of Nataschas pussy. “Please ...” my wife whispered. “I will put my cock inside of you and I will fuck you until you scream my name and beg me to cum inside of you“. “Please ...” my wife whispered again. Master Shango placed himself between Nataschas thighs again and rubbed his cock on her clit. My wife started to beg. “Please, please, fuck me” Slowly Shango started to push the tip of his cock into my wife’s pussy. Natascha gasped. Her arms strained against her bonds, her body tensed. She panted more and more as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her sopping wet pussy. He leaned over and his lips found the lips of my wife. She opened her mouth and welcomed his probing tongue like one dying of thirst would a drop of water. “Please”, she whispered, “fuck me hard.” With that Master Shango started to take up a fast rhythm, his black shaft gliding in and out with strong strokes, his balls smacking against her butt, his big hands groping my wife’s tits. Both of them started to sweat. “Make me cum, Master, please” my wife begged. I could see, that Natascha really was about to cum. I watched his cock thrust in and out of my wife’s juicy cunt. I could see her hips thrusting back against him. Natascha was shivering and gasping heavily as she came. But Olu Shango wasn’t done yet. He smiled a wolfish smile as he took up the legs of my wife, put them on his shoulder and pushed his cock deeper into my wife’s pussy as ever before. Master Shango started to slide back and forth, his cock glistening with my wife’s juices as he started to get into a rhythm, his cock sliding almost all the way out before pushing deep between her stretched lips once more. My wife’s moans started to echo inside the hotel room, her breasts bouncing back and forth as his cock moved in and out faster and faster and deeper and deeper. The “Please, please, please” of my wife turned into a grunted almost chanting moaning “Olu, Olu, Olu” as her new master couldn’t hold back himself and came with giant spurts into my wife’s pussy. Her grunts turned into a scream then, as her body shuddered from a violent orgasm. Olu Shango collapsed over my wife, panting himself. Natascha kissed him fiercely. He broke the kiss and got up. He unhooked her cuffs and freed her wrists. My wife embraced him and pulled her Master down on her again.

He whispered something in her ear I couldn’t understand. He got up and left for the bathroom. Natascha came over to me. She told me how exhausted she was, how magnificent it had been and how grateful she was for that experience. She called me the best husband in the world. When she relieved me of my cuffs and the ballgag, I could smell the sex on her. The heavy smell of body juices mixed with both of their sweat. She said, that they wanted to grab an early lunch because they were that spent and that I should dress and accompany them. That said, she placed a kiss on my forehead and turned around to pick up her clothes. I was flexing my cramping arms and legs and watched my wife getting dressed. To my surprise she left the wrist cuffs and the collar on.

Back at the bar & grill I was following Master Shango and Natascha inside when my wife told me that her Master didn’t wanted me to sit at their table and that I should find one for myself but not so far away that I couldn’t watch them. I did what I was told and got a table across the room, not too far away from their table. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about apart from the laughing of my wife. Natascha seemed to have a splendid evening. She was laughing a lot, had apparently a good time and was looking at Olu Shango with shining eyes like a teenager in love the whole time. If ever, she hasn’t looked at me that way for a long time. I was watching them flirting and kissing. Sometimes he was squeezing her breasts, sometimes she was rubbing his cock. All the time you could clearly read the word “SLUT” in bold letters on the collar around her neck. Natascha didn’t seemed to be ashamed of it but rather proud. Whenever she was moving her hands, the rings from her wrist cuffs would dangle and sometimes clink against her glass. Not one of them was paying attention to me or even looking at me. Only when they started to leave and Master Shango was calling the waitress, he spoke to her and pointed in my direction. The waitress came to me, telling me that they had claimed, that I would settle their bill. I paid and trotted back to the hotel behind them. At the hotel Natascha told me that they wanted to be alone now for the rest of the night and that I should reside to my single room. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me that we would meet again for breakfast at nine.

Lying alone in my bed sleep wouldn’t come to me easy. I was feeling lonely and sorry for myself but simultaneously aroused. My little dick was straining against its cage because I thought about what Master Shango and Natascha might be doing right then. If I only would have had the chance to relieve myself but all I could do was getting my dick to dribble some more. I swayed between total ecstasy and total despair for hours before I drifted into an uneven sleep in the early hours of the morning.

The alarm woke me at half past eight. I got up tired, showered, dressed and went down to the dining hall. I couldn't find Natascha and Shango so I claimed a table and got myself something to eat from the buffet at a quarter past nine and started eating alone. At a quarter to ten it was quite clear that they wouldn’t show up, so I went to the suite at ten. We would have to leave the hotel at 12:00 o’clock because of the checkout time and because our flight was leaving at half past two. Master Shango opened the door stark naked after I had knocked several times. My wife was still in bed. She looked a little dishelved and I thought I could spot stains of fresh cum in her hair. Obviously they had ordered room service. Natascha was still sipping champagne when I entered the room and used plates and remains of their breakfast lay beside the bed. Master Shango returned to the bed and whispered something in Nataschas ear which I couldn’t understand before he kissed her neck, producing a bright red hickey there. She sat up, positioned herself on her belly and propped up her butt, presenting it to her Master. He reached for it and with a smacking sound pulled a butt plug out of my wife’s butt. While Master Shango still admired her stretched out hole, Natascha stood up, came to me, took me in her arms, kissed me and thanked me for this extraordinary weekend.

Then she told me to undress again and follow her to the bathroom. She took of her cuffs and collected mine on the way to the bathroom. I did like I was told, undressed and followed her. Once in the bathroom I had to kneel in front of the shower and my wife cuffed my wrists and ankles and connected those cuffs with a chain. I couldn’t move or get up and had to be careful not to fall on one side. Natascha turned on the water in the shower and stepped in as it got hot. Master Shango came into the room and followed her. He took a washcloth and began to soap up my wife. He guided the washcloth down her shoulders. This must have been the first time Natascha has been bathed by someone else since she was a baby. You could see her skin flush. I don’t know if that reaction came from the hot water or from Shango’s touch. She tensed up getting clearly aroused as he washed her hip. His hands ran along her curves, caressing her skin as the water ran down her body. He was tracing her body with his strong hands which never stopped their movement along my wife’s body. You could see Natascha was longing for his touch on other places as her body came to life. She turned around so that she was facing him. His hands moved to her breasts, then her belly and between her legs, tracing a path along her body. His hands travelled lower, cupping her buttocks and making her gasp in the first jolt of pleasure at the expert touch of his fingers as he washed her bottom. My wife rocked her hips and spread her buns for him to get her good and clean. I could hear her moaning above the sound of the shower. Natascha eventually took the washcloth from master Shango, put on new lotion and started to wash his cock with both her hands. When her treatment showed the desired effect, Natascha turned around again and started pressing her butt against Shango’s groin while his hands held her hips. My wife looked through the foggy shower door directly at me as Olu Shangos soaped up cock slipped easily into her eager butt. Nataschas buttock kept bouncing back and forth, connecting with his pelvis while gasping from each thrust met upon her. I caught glimpses of Shango’s cock sliding in and out of her butt. He gripped her by her waist, slapping her butt periodically, making her pale flesh glow red. Nataschas head fell up and down, her mouth stayed open, and her face curled into a mask of pleasure. Her cries of came with whimpering exhalation of air while her breasts shook and smacked against the shower door with every thrust. My penis strained against its cage. My mouth was open. Saliva rolled down my lips, and I was breathing hard. The entire moment felt exhilarating, I had never imagined that Natascha would ever let someone fuck her in the ass. I tried to adjust my position to get a better look at Shango’s cock stretching Nataschas asshole. Her rosebud was already beginning to adjust to his girth and was letting his cock slip in and out of her ass with ease now. Master Shango was grunting, still pistoning hard into Natascha. His groan stretched into a lengthy note as he suddenly convulsed and came hard in my wife’s ass. When he removed his cock I could see streaks of cum running down her legs. Natascha turned around to fiercely kiss him, biting his lip doing so. Natascha broke her kiss, nodded suspiciously to Master Shango, turned off the shower and came to me. She untied my bonds, helped me up, and guided me back to the easy chair.

„Now it’s your turn, honey“, my wife proclaimed. “But wait, we wouldn’t want the neighbors to get upset” she added and stuffed the ballgag back in my mouth, securing the straps behind my head. I was still wondering what this could mean when she pushed me over the back of the chair and told me to stay that way. Natascha kneeled down and chained my ankle cuffs to the legs of the chair. She then pulled my arms down to the chair legs in the front and chained them there. My body was folded at the loins around the back of the easy chair, my limbs were now chained to all four legs and my head was resting on the seat. I couldn’t really see what my wife was doing but I could see Master Shango seated himself on the sofa to watch us. He had a strapless strap-on in his hand which he tossed to my wife. She must have fetched a bottle of lube in the meantime because I could feel it dribbling on my butt. “Don’t worry, hon, it’s only as big as yours” my wife was mocking me. She rubbed the lube in my ass, lined the strap-on up with my rosebud, and started to shove it in. I wanted to protest, squirmed but couldn’t speak or move. “You know I should just put it in, it will be easier on you,” she told me and pushed it in all the way. I broke into a sweat and felt my skin ripple with goosebumps. “Ready, bitch? I’m going to fuck you like I always wanted to be fucked myself,” she told me and grabbed my hips to start fucking me. The dildo stimulating her clit outside and the bulb inside was rocking her g-spot. Natascha was lost in ecstasy now and fucked me hard and relentless. Despite the pain, my dick was trying to bust the cage.  She reached around and took hold of my balls as she fucked me. My legs jerked. “That’s it, give me that cum. Shoot that load for me, I want to feel it on my fingers,” She took hold of the cage and fucked me harder. I felt a jet of cum spray out of my caged cock. I could feel that she was going to come too soon, when Master Shango stepped behind Natascha and pressed his hardening cock against her butt. He kissed her neck and pinched her nipples while she was still fucking my tight virgin ass. My wife slammed deep into my ass for the last time, climaxing from another kind of orgasm she had never experienced before, her whole body shivering, she was gasping for air. Panting she collapsed on top of me.

Master Shango pulled her up and led her to the sofa. They left me in my awkward position. Shango had my wife bent over the long sofa and his cock was clapping her warm, soft cheeks from behind. Natascha grunted as she felt his cock push inside her and started fucking her cunt at a grinding pace. Master Shango was fucking her hard, with more aggression than he had applied previously. My wife’s buttock jerked forward each time he slammed into her only to return for more as she screeched aloud from the contact. “You are my bitch now”, Master Shango declared, “and I will use you any way I want”. Nataschas face was pressed against the seat but she managed to get out a “Yes, please”. Shango stopped to adjust his position, planting his foot against her face while gripping her hips with both hands. He resumed pounding her harder and harder amid steady grunts. His shoulder muscles glistened with sweat. His buttock muscles contracted each time he rammed into Natascha, who stayed locked in her captive position. Master Shango maintained his foot on her face while her cries of ecstasy filled the room; her grip tightened on the sofa’s fabric. Natascha yelped and hollered at her Master as she was riding a monumental orgasm. Olu Shango’s face was grime with intention and lust. His hand grabbed a fistful of Nataschas hair and he was pulling her face upright while pounding her doggy-style. Nataschas eyes and mouth stood open like she was begging for water. Master Shango wrapped his other hand around her throat and I listened to her choking groans. Her breathing grew labored; her face stayed flush while she struggled to moan. He didn’t let go of Natascha and didn’t stop slamming until he announced that he was about to cum. His hips jerked as he squirted his seed deep into the pussy of my wife. They both sank down on the sofa, totally spend.

They didn’t bother to untie me even then. Master Shango stood up after a few minutes and dressed up. He told Natascha, that she could keep the cuffs, chains, the ballgag, the butt plug and the collar. Especially the collar. He ordered her to leave on the collar until we were back in our home. Only then was she allowed to take it off. He kissed her goodbye when Natascha realized that she had forgotten something and fetched the keys to my cage from her purse. She handed them over to her Master who spoke to me for the first time since our greeting. “Natascha will get those back when she comes to me the next time. She will have to decide then if she leaves them with me again or brings them back to you, cuckboi”. With this words Olu Shango turned around and left the hotel suite.

That day, my wife, my marriage and therefore my whole life changed forever.