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When he returned home early, Arthur noticed that his wife's bedroom door was slightly ajar that day, which was unusual. She must have forgotten to close it in her hurry. They lived in a large residence that had one shared marital bedroom and two separate bedrooms with dressing rooms for each of them, to which they had personal keys. Lately, the interior of their shared bedroom had increasingly rarely been the scene of interesting events.
Arthur succumbed to temptation and entered his wife's bedroom. On the bed, on a blanket, he saw carelessly thrown beige stockings. Strange, intrusive thoughts began to circulate in his head. For some time now, he had been thinking more and more about what it would be like to be a woman. The idea of having feminine, shapely legs with round hips and dressing them in women's fashion, and then parading around, filled him with a strange, exotic erotic excitement. He had always considered this purely hypothetically in the form of: "Me as a woman putting on women's clothes."
And yet now something pushed him to cross the barrier threatening to his own perception of his sexual orientation. He was convinced, however, that this would remain his secret. After all, his wife wasn't supposed to return for many hours. So he overcame himself. He took off his pants and pulled his wife's stockings onto his legs.
His penis reacted with an arousal that he himself did not expect, and began to rise instantly and uncontrollably. He hadn't had such a pleasant and intense erection in a long time. He felt a contradictory mixture of pride and shame at breaking the taboo.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Arthur's wife stepped over the threshold, embraced greedily by a tall black man. When they all saw each other, they froze in shock for a moment.
Arthur didn't know which emotion was stronger. The thunderous anger that apparently his wife was cheating on him, or the piercing shame that she had seen him in a humiliating position realizing his fetish.
- You're cheating on me! - he exploded.
To understand Amanda's reaction, one must understand that she was a woman, and therefore an amoral being. The fact that she was caught cheating did not evoke guilt in her, because the dominant image affecting her judgment was her husband in her stockings, which evoked such contempt and disgust for him that she became convinced of the righteousness of her betrayal. As a man, Arthur no longer existed for her. So she said like a cold female:
- At least he's a man - and she demonstratively hugged herself tighter to the body of the towering black man.
Arthur felt this like a blow that knocked him off his feet. A wave of blush of shame and humiliation washed over him, which triumphed over anger. He hastily pulled off the stockings, only to realize that it no longer changed anything. She had already seen him in them, and nothing would erase that image from her memory.
Amanda jumped up and hung herself on her lover's neck, and he grabbed her, carried her, and threw her onto the bed. Then he stood before the terrified Arthur, towering over him with his height and dominating with his athletic build.
Smack!
He slapped Arthur in the face.
- I hope you won't bother us - he hissed.
Then the black man jumped on Amanda lying in the bed, and began to brutally feel her body with his large thumbs.
In a moment of overwhelming weakness, instead of fighting, Arthur fled from his wife's bedroom and went to his own, sat on the bed and hid his face in his hands. Thoughts of self-condemnation chased each other in his head. He wanted to gather aggression, he wanted to do something, attack his wife's lover, throw out his wife. But he was powerless, and instead of clenching his fists, tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't know how much time he spent in this pathetic state.
He was awakened from despair by the lustful moans of Amanda being fucked by the black man. Then the spark of aggression finally ignited in him. Furious, he burst into his wife's still-open bedroom. The black man was lying comfortably in the bed, and Amanda was playfully jumping on his dick in the cowgirl position. When Arthur entered and approached, they didn't even notice him.
He grabbed his wife by the hair and pulled hard in his direction, until she screamed in pain and confusion. Her pussy slid off her lover's cock.
- You bitch! - Arthur shouted. He threw her to the floor.
But before he could do anything, the black man kicked him in the stomach, from which he fell helplessly to the floor, choking.
- It looks like your husband wants to join our fun, Mandy. - he said.
Amanda climbed back onto the bed and began to cry under the influence of the violence that had occurred.
The black man pulled out a secret drawer from under the bed with sex toys and BDSM tools.
- Do you remember how I convinced you to buy the whole set, Mandy, and you asked why you needed a strapon? Now you know why you need a strapon. You will be fucking this piece of faggot that is your husband in the ass.
Amanda stopped crying and her eyes widened. What her lover suggested was so arousing, and at the same time so transgressive.
And the black man didn't ask if she wanted to do it. He dealt Arthur, lying on the floor in convulsions, another crushing blow to the stomach, after which he reflexively vomited. Then he grabbed his knocked-out, pain-filled body, laid him on the bed on his stomach. He handcuffed his wrists and ankles to the bed frame. He carelessly pulled down Arthur's pants and boxers, exposing his anus.
He fastened the strapon around Amanda's waist. Knowing that she would hesitate to do it herself, he took control of her body, grabbing her in a powerful grip and forcefully placing her on her husband, fitting the strapon into his ass. It entered. There was no turning back now.
The black man pressed Amanda's body from above, and that pressed Arthur's body. He thrust his cock into her ass from behind, pounding, and her hips, shaken by the penetration, involuntarily and rhythmically penetrated her husband's anus themselves.
- Oh yes, bitch, fuck that rag, just like I'm fucking you! - he shouted.
Amanda began to penetrate her husband no longer involuntarily, but with intentionality. Arthur roared. Literally roared, devastated, crushed. Amanda moaned with arousal.
While fucking Amanda in the ass, the black man gave her juicy slaps on the ass.
- Choke him, bitch. Clench your hands on his neck! - he ordered Amanda.
Amanda took her husband's throat in the grip of her weak, flabby hands. For a moment she hesitated whether to squeeze. Her lover noticed this and gave her an exceptionally strong, painful slap on the left buttock.
- Do what I say, whore! Choke, squeeze as hard as you can!
Amanda choked with fervor, until Arthur began to lose air and choke. Then she released the grip, frightened.
- Robert, that... that's dangerous, he's...
Then Robert brutally slid her to the side and clenched his own, many times more powerful hands around Arthur's throat and finished the job. It was short. He choked so effectively that after a moment Amanda's husband stopped fighting and his head sagged, red, without breath.
- Noooooooo! - Amanda screamed hysterically.
She couldn't believe it. Her husband was apparently lying dead. A wave of nausea overwhelmed her, she curled up on the bed in a ball and hid her face in her hands. After a moment, she fell into uncontrollable, spasmodic sobbing.
- You started it, Mandy. - Robert said. - What did you think? You should have known I'm a monster. Get a grip! You'll suck his dick one last time.
Mandy didn't react, she could barely hear.
Robert freed the corpse's body from the handcuffs, and arranged it in a position with an exposed penis. Then he grabbed Amanda and placed her between his legs.
- For a while after death, the body is still capable of experiencing an erection under stimulation. Come on, Mandy, you know what to do to make the dick stand up, so you can take it in your mouth.
- Whaaaat? Nooo! - Mandy tried to back away from the position Robert had placed her in, unable to look at her dead husband.
Then Robert began to twist her arm.
- Should I twist your arm, bitch, or will you be obedient?
- Noooo! Please! Noooo!
- Then do what I say, whore!
Fighting with enormous disgust, she took the penis of her dead husband in her hand and began to masturbate it rhythmically. Indeed, it reacted. When she was convinced of this, she tried to do it as quickly as possible and get this nightmare out of her head.
- When it's hard enough, you'll put it in your mouth. - Robert reminded her of her duty.
When she put it in her mouth, Robert took control over her head, grabbing it from behind. He pushed it deeper and deeper onto the dead Amanda's husband's cock, not caring that she was almost losing air. He achieved his goal when the last sperm stored in the deceased's balls finally spurted.
He let her head slide off the penis and ordered her to swallow everything. With the last swallow, Amanda felt and understood three things - that she had lost the remnants of dignity and humanity, that there was no way back, and that the only way forward lay in complete submission to Robert, whom she simultaneously hated and loved at that moment like no other man in her life.
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