Now that I was closer I could see and hear Wanda as these two large black men pinched her nipples, shoved their tongues down her throat and slid their hands under her very short skirt.
My wife Wanda and I are an average, well to do couple in our late forties. Wanda has aged very well and her 40dd breast are just was firm as they were when she was 20. She has put on just a little weight over the years but all it has done is emphasized her sexy hips, thighs and ass. My name is Rodger and I'm just an average looking guy lucky to be married to such a fox.
While we were in college both of us started volunteered at our local homeless shelter helping with meals during the holidays. Since moving away from the city, with our busy lives and schedules our volunteering dropped by the wayside the past 20 years. We started back up at a small local church the last few years but it seemed they were flush with volunteers. So, we asked the coordinator if there were other location in the area that could use our help for Thanksgiving. She stated that if we didn't mind a drive that there was a non-profit homeless center in the city that is always looking for help. She gave us the phone number to call ahead to assure they needed the help.
A week before Thanksgiving Wanda called the location which she found out was located deep in the city in an area they call the "Devil's Hole". She spent some time talking to a woman by the name of Joan who runs the holiday meal program at the shelter. She told Wanda that they always needed help and what a pleasure it would be to have a "fresh" white couple helping on Thanksgiving. Wanda was a bit taken aback by the comment but she let it slide as the woman informed her as to the dress code for the Servers and kitchen staff. If we wanted to volunteer Wanda would have to wear a black & white French maid's uniform with nude thigh high stockings, garters and a minimum of 3" black heels. I was to wear business casual slacks, button down shirt, etc. Surprised, Wanda agreed to the conditions and to be at the shelter by 8am, she took down the address and politely ended the call.
As Wanda told me the requirements I was shocked but intrigued in a way. She asked me what I thought and I explained that it was only one day and we should give it a try and leave if things were really off the wall. Thinking to myself I kind of was looking forward to see Wanda in a maid's uniform. It has been sometime since she wore something overly sexy. My cock began to swell in my pants as I thought about the possibilities once I got her home that night. Reluctantly, Wanda agreed we would give it a try and stated she had to go shopping for the stuff she needed. Once she got home from the shopping trip I begged her to model the uniform for me but she refused stating she wanted to surprise me on Thanksgiving morning.
The big day came and we got up early to get ready. Wanda ushered me out of the bedroom once I was ready so she could get ready. About 45 minutes later I heard a "clack, clack" noises as Wanda walked down our hallway in 4" fuck me heels. In the living room she stood there and I could not believe my eyes, she was hotter than I remembered as the uniform perfectly accented her tits, ass and ample thighs. Her legs were toned by the heels she wore confined in the thigh high stockings. I had all I could do to control myself and keep my 5" hard on in check.
I walked toward here and started to slide my hands under the short black skirt rubbing her thighs making my way up to the prize. My hand slid around her ass pulling her towards me as my other hand slid down to her love triangle which was moist with excitement. She pushed me away telling me to wait till tonight when we get done at the shelter and she would give me my Thanksgiving treat. We got in the car and started the 45 minute drive to the city.
The drive into the city seemed longer than the 45 minutes as all I could do to keep my eyes on the road and off of my sexy wife. Wanda knew it to, she was coy in teasing me as I drove, running her hands up and down her legs and ounce in a while she would let out a faint moan as she touched her golden wetness. It seemed that Wanda was as turned on by wearing the required uniform as I was looking at her.
We arrived just before 8am as requested. The shelter building was a typical 2 story run down urban building with a large hall attached to the north side of the building. As we walked into hall we passed a long line of folks already waiting for their meal. I could see the men staring at Wanda as she walked by them with her heels clacking on the sidewalk. There were even a few 'cat calls" as we entered the building. Wanda looked at me and smiled, happy that at her age she was getting noticed by the homeless men in line. Inside we saw about two dozen couples and some single folks by the kitchen entrance. All the women were dressed in the required maid's uniforms and the men business casual. I could not believe my eyes as I looked over the women standing there all looking smoking hot. At this point a tall well-built black woman came over to us introducing herself "Hi there" she said extending her hand "I'm Barbra, you must be Wanda, welcome!" Wanda shook the woman's hand then she turned to me, "and you must be Rodger". I reached out to shake her hand and she just turned away saying "I can't wait to see you preform" She continued "Now Wanda lets go meet the rest of the girls while the men get their white asses into the kitchen." Then a very large black man shouted "All right you worthless excuses for men, let's go there lots of work to be done before the food is ready."
There were about 15 of us ushered into the large kitchen which smelled wonderful from the cooking Turkey and fixings. Since I was new I was told I was not trusted to cook or fix anything. I was given a tray with Salt and Paper shakers and told to set them on the tables. Out in the hall I could see Wanda talking with a few other women by one of the tables. I worked my way over to them trying to catch Wanda eye. She was fixated on what the woman were telling her, taking it all in and it even looked like she was a bit nervous as they talked. "HEY, SHITHEAD" the large black man bellowed across the hall at me "Get that done and get back in here." No one talks to me like that! Who the fuck does this guy think he is! Well, I was about to find out.
I entered the kitchen in a huff ready to give the guy a piece of my mind and then Wanda and I were leaving. But, as I entered, I was grabbed by two of the other white guys, both bigger then myself. Let me go I demanded, but holding me firmer one of them said "You're here now dude, just go with everything it will be easier for you and your wife. I know from experience that once your wife gets stuffed tonight she will be like mine and insist we come back as often as we can." With that I was guided into a back storage room and once there I was confronted by the large black man. "Well whitey, you have a mouth on you" he stated as in horror I watched as he undid his pants' "I have something that will shut you up." With that his pants fell to the floor and a massive black semi hard cock sprang up. "Bitch Walt, get over here and show my new bitch de ropes". The guy on my right answered quickly, "Yes Master Jamaal" he quickly approached the black man and fell to his knees in front of the enormous cock. He reached up taking its shaft he guided it into his mouth. "OHHHHHH, now that's it" Master Jamaal moaned as he reached down grabbing the man's head holding it so the black rod could be forced deeper. The white guy sucked and licked the cock with abandon. The Master was uttering his approval as the cock slid in and out of the man's mouth. "OHHHHHHhhhhhhh SHITTT!!!!!" and with that Master Jamaal pulled out and blew his thick load all over the man's face and head. "Dam, I wanted to face fuck the new boy" Master Jamaal uttered, "let's get to it bitches, folks will be wantin to be fed". And we all left the room, I was shaking thinking about what we have gotten ourselves into. Back in the kitchen I was told to peel potatoes and got right to it. For the next several hours things were as normal as they could be in the kitchen. Several times Master Jamaal went by me and said "What a fine pussy mouth you have" every time walking away laughing. I was able to get a glimpse at Wanda in the dining room serving the homeless guest.
Hours past and the Thanksgiving meal was coming to a close. It had been sometime since Master Jamaal had said anything to me so I was thinking he was busy and I was home free. Well, not so fast I found out. As I walked out of the kitchen to get Wanda I stopped in my tracks as I saw Wanda in the corner of the room with two very large black guys pawing at her. Their hands were all over her as several of the other women watched while fingering themselves. I could see that Wanda was trying to get away from them but she was not able too. I was mesmerized by what I was seeing but was shaken as Master Jamaal threw his arm around me. Holly SHIT!! Went through my mind as Master Jamaal began "She seems to be liking the attention and I bet you can't wait to see her pounded by them as I fuck your sissy pussy face". He guided me toward Wanda and the others announcing "Hey everyone, we got some new white meat for Thanksgiving" then he pushed me to the floor in the corner next to the table where Wanda was being groped. Now that I was closer I could see and hear Wanda as these two large black men pinched her nipples, shoved their tongues down her throat and slid their hands under her very short skirt. Wanda was not struggling to get loose she was moaning and moving in pleasure as they played with her.
"Wanda, what are you doing?" I asked in horror watching my wife being played with in this way. "OHHHHHHH, just go with it honey" she replied "OhhhhhOOOHHHHHhhhhhh, the girls told me it's a tradition here to let the guys have some fun with the new help" Looking up I could see several places in the dining hall where a nice white "maid" was either bent over a table getting hammered or on their knees with a black cocks in their mouths. It was then I heard a yelp come from Wanda as she was forced over a table and a massive black cock was forced into her tiny hole. "OHHHH YESSSSSS" she cried as the man put all 12inches inside her. Wiggling her ass and pushing back into him she moaned "Ohhh god, yes, fuck me!!" I could not believe she said that!! But, the more he pounded the more she loved it and begged him for it harder. I was lost watching my wife be hammered and seeing her also take a cock in her mouth. SLAP!!! A massive black cock struck my face.
"Open wide bitch!" Master Jamaal ordered as his immense black cock pushed on my lips. I tried to keep them closed but Master, with one forceful push entered my virgin mouth with the monster. "That's it" he said as he pushed deeper holding my head, "Nice sissy bitch, take Master's cock". My mouth was over flowing with the pulsing cock. Holding my head he slowly began to fuck my mouth like it as a pussy. His black tool becoming rock hard and jerking as his pace picked up. I could hear my wife moaning and begging for more cock in the background. As he used my mouth the rhythm increased and I began to give into the moment not tightening my lips and using my tongue like Wanda does on me. "See he like it!!" Master Jamaal announced, "We have a new black cock sucker to use". After that Master blew his sticky, thick cum in my mouth and all over my face as I eagerly took all I could. He withdrew the softening rod and before I could catch my breath another black cock landed in my mouth.
Dinner was over at 7pm but now it was past midnight as the using of the whites was wrapping up. Wanda was lying on a table exhausted from the fucking she had received the last 6 hours. I was on the floor covered in Black man's cum. On the drive home we talked about what just happened and how much we both enjoyed it. Wanda told me that we have been invited back so every other Sunday we drive into town to help feed the homeless and be their sex toys....
Please NOTE - This is a work of adult fiction and the story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and the author does not condone any perceived illegal / immoral behavior in real life.*
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