When I was significantly younger, there was a story doing the rounds of two young white guys being forced to suck a gang of blacks. Probably apocryphal, but that didn't stop me from fantasizing about it. The amount of time I have spent wanking over the mental pictures of me in the midst of a gang of Aborigines...well, I would have a lot of time to wank over other things.

Fast forward fifteen years. My wife was umming and ahing over an Aboriginal guy. He was fairly blunt about what sort  of person he was, but he had an enormous cock which he proudly displayed on his profile. I liked the ones with cum on them. I was talking my wife into it, telling her to have a go, but going behind her back and filling my rough sex fantasies with pictures of his cock...or so I thought.

The thing is, my wife was well aware  of my habits and had planned something special. She had arranged a three way with him walking in on us and doing all sorts of nasty stuff to me while she watched. 

The only thing was that he had other ideas. She had filled his head with how submissive I was and he decided to bring along a few of his "relations". So my wife and l are getting down and dirty in a park near our house when she tells me what she has planned. I immediately got excited and was about to blow in her pussy when the surprise party showed up...about twelve strong. Up until now, I had only had a couple of vanilla tries at group sex, now I was being shown what it was like to have a gangbang. My wife disappeared with the object of lust, trusting my oft repeated fantasies had prepared me. But how can you prepare for twelve (I suppose eleven is more accurate) guys to fuck the shit out of your pooper. Plus, they were adamant they weren't gay, they were only fucking a fag, which meant I couldn't call a stop when I felt like it.

My fantasy was nothing like it. I readily admit, I was raped that night, many times. I was filled with cum until it overflowed, and then kept topped up with it. I was forced to gargle spunk while riding dicks that filled my arse up. It was in my hair, over my body, in  my eyes. When I thought they were slowing down, they would get another wind and go again. And like I said, l couldn't make them stop. 

But l would not have changed a thing. My wife was watching from a distance, and it turned me on knowing I was being fucked by a dozen blacks while she ...did whatever...

Dawn was well up when the gang dispersed. I had to recover first before walking home with my wife's aid, so the sun was well up, exposing me for a faggot who got what he deserved. I doubt anybody saw us, but that didn't stop the wife getting turned on. She still does.

We have never done anything like that again, but it was a fun night just the same.