My Wife A Black Gang Toy Ch 09

It had been several weeks since my wife Pat and I had heard from the Boss. As you may know the "Boss" is the only name that we had for the leader of a gang of black thugs that had been using us for their sexual pleasure and profit for a few months.

During that time Patricia and I had been forced into a number of different sexual encounters with the Boss and his gang. Well, "forced" is not really the truth. We had originally been coerced to participate with the black gang and to allow photos and video to be made of the encounters to avoid having some nude pictures of my wife spread around town. In reality we both were doing things that we had dreamed of but never had the fortitude to act out.

Patricia had learned the pleasures and duties of a Queen of Spades and had the tattoo to announce her compliance to the world. Just above her blond haired pussy was an outline of the spade symbol from a deck of cards. Within the outline was an ornate letter "Q". This Queen of Spades symbol marked my wife as available for any black man at any time.

During the time spent with the gang she had been reintroduced to interracial sex being forced to participate in group gangbangs including deep throat, anal sex and TP. No TP does not stand for toilet paper even though that may be the first thing that comes to mind with the current pandemic scare. What it means is that my wife Pat willingly took a cock in her pussy, another in her ass and a third in her mouth at the same time. She had received cum in all of her holes this way multiple times.

For my part I had been forced to assist by helping these blacks to use my wife any way that they wished. This had included displaying my wife's most intimate charms for all to see and holding her while she was being tattooed. She wasn't too keen on the idea. I had also been forced to take black cocks and cum down my throat and in my own ass on several occasions.

I will admit that being used by these young black men was erotic but nothing matched the thrill I felt when I watched my beautiful blond wife take loads of cum from three black cocks in her all at the same time.

We were unsure what had happened to the Boss and his gang. One thing was for sure. We both needed some new adventure to achieve sexual release. This was the reason that I decided to take over Pat's training. Pat was the more submissive of the two of us while I was both submissive and dominant. This is the reason that I took pleasure from being used too.

I decided that we were going shopping so I went looking for Pat. I found her in the den watching one of our videos that we had made with the gang. She had her skirt hiked up and was busily thrusting three fingers into her pussy. On screen Pat was being enthusiastically fucked by two black senior citizens. It was clear that we both needed to get out.

She was startled when I turned off the TV. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Come on." I said. "We are going shopping. Let's go into the bedroom. I need to pick out your outfit."

Pat said "I don't know what you are talking about. I was watching the video and enjoying myself. Why do we need to go shopping?"

"We are going to the beach but first you need a new bikini."

As soon as I said bikini Pat's eyes narrowed and she gave me the look like she knew that I was up to something. "What are you planning to do? You know that I have a tattoo above my pussy that will show if I wear a bikini."

I said "I know! That's the whole idea."

"Oh no!" Pat said. "I am not going out in public in a bikini showing that Queen of Spades tattoo!"

"Ahh, but sweetheart sharing your status with others is exactly what you are going to do. When we go to the beach I want everyone there to know that you prefer black cock and that it is clearly alright with me. Imagine the jealousy those other white girls will feel knowing that you regularly do things with blacks that they would never do. Now let's go shopping and pick out what you are going to wear."

Pat and I had been married long enough that she recognized my no nonsense tone of voice. She got up and followed me into the bedroom.

I knew exactly what I was looking for and told her what I wanted. She returned with a pair of loose legged running shorts and a white tank top. "Perfect!" I said. "Get dressed and lose the bra and panties too."

When she came into the living room she was a sight to see. The shorts were just long enough to cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. In the front her naked pussy was barely covered but the loose legged shorts allowed for glimpses of her pussy if she turned just so. The top was pulled up too high to suit me so I pulled it down just a bit. In addition to the Queen of Spades tattoo the word "Black" had been tattooed over her right nipple and "Owned" had been tattooed over her left nipple. I slipped the top down enough that she was now showing a lot of cleavage and you could just see the top of the tattoo on each breast.

To say that my wife turned heads where ever we went is putting it mildly under normal circumstances. Dressed as she was almost all the men we encountered had to give my wife a second glance and some unabashedly stared as we walked by even when they were with their wife. One guy had been following us for a while and I purposely dropped something and made Pat bend over to pick it up for me giving him a good look at Pat's ass cheeks.

We visited several shops and in each shop I selected a few bikinis for her to try on. Each time she would come out of the dressing room and model them for me. Several husbands were treated to an eyeful of my wife's luscious body but none of the suits had the impact that I wanted.

Finally we went into a locally owned boutique. The attractive young sales clerk was very helpful. I selected a very skimpy neon orange number and gave it to Pat to try on. While Pat was gone the sales clerk hung around and made small talk saying how lovely my wife was. I certainly had to agree.

A few moments later Pat stepped out of the dressing room and I knew that we had found the bikini that I wanted. The top was cut low enough that a large portion of the tattooed words on the swell of her breasts showed and if you looked hard enough it was clear what the words said.

The bottom was scooped so low that the Queen of Spades tattoo was clearly visible. "I am not going to wear this in public." She said as she stood in front of me.

We were both surprised to hear the sales clerk say "I think that it looks fabulous on you." She stepped forward and adjusted the top of the suit fully exposing the "Black Owned" tattoos on her breasts. "I'm just wondering if your tattoos are just for thrills or it they really mean what they say."

Before Pat could answer I blurted out "Of course they mean what they say. Why do you ask?"

"Because I have something similar." She said as she quickly raised her skirt. She was not wearing panties and tattooed in an arc over her shaven pussy was "Property of Jamal". She lowered her skirt much too quickly to suit me and said "Please wait here just a moment."

She returned a minute or so later with a black gentleman who she introduced as the store owner Jamal.

Jamal was an ebony black man of about five feet eight inches in height and somewhere in his mid forties I guessed. He was portly and a little over 200 pounds and actually rather homely.

Jamal openly examined Pat with obvious lust as she stood there almost fully exposed in the tiny bikini. When Jamal had finished devouring my wife's body with his eyes he turned to me and asked "Do you know what that tattoo signifies? What it means?"

I was a little embarrassed by the surge of lust I felt between my legs as my dick finally realized what my brain had accepted already. "Yes!" I said. "It means that my wife must make herself available to any black man at any time."

"You are correct and I am telling you now that this is one of those times. My assistant Lea will watch the store. Come with me into the back."

I found myself quickly removed from the dominant role and relegated to the submissive. Pat and I followed him into the back room which contained a desk and several shelves with stock.

"Get on your knees." Jamal said. Pat quickly dropped to her knees in front of Jamal while I watched curious to see what he had in mind. I was surprised when he barked "You too!" I complied although somewhat more slowly than Pat had.

Jamal stepped in front of Pat and told her to unzip his pants and take out his cock. Pat did as he directed releasing his large uncut coal black dick. "Use your hand to get it hard then take it into your mouth."

I watched as my wife complied with Jamal's instructions first stroking his shaft, then, when it had grown stiff, I watched my wife part her lips and swallow his shaft. At this point I thought that he was just going to cum in her mouth but I was wrong.

After a few moments he stepped back and then moved in front of me and simply said "Suck it." And I did. I felt his hot stiff shaft between my lips as I took it deep into my mouth. When I felt his hands on either side of my head I knew what was coming and relaxed my throat just before he rammed his eight inch long cock deep down my throat. He continued holding my head for a few moments shoving his cock down my throat as he took pleasure from using my mouth.

Then he pulled his cock out and told Pat to stand up and lose the bathing suit. She quickly complied exposing her full breasts with their long pointy nipples and heavy nipple rings in each nipple which was another reminder of our time spent with the Boss.

Jamal feasted on the sight of this lovely naked white married woman standing before him who had clearly been used and marked by his brothers. His hands closed on Patricia's breasts massaging and squeezing.

He moved her over to the desk and leaned her back on the edge of the desk with her legs spread. Still dressed, he quickly stepped forward and placed the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy rubbing it in the juices already there as if waiting for him and then roughly shoved it in to the hilt.

I had moved over so that I could watch as my lovely wife was used by another strange black man. As he moved forward shoving his cock into her waiting pussy I remembered my phone and quickly pulled it out of my pocket so that I could get some pictures for our collection. Framed on my camera screen was Pat's pussy covered lightly with blonde hair and a large black shaft which was splitting her pussy apart. In the frame you could also clearly see the Queen of Spades tattoo.

To say that Pat and Jamal had sex or even made love would miss the mark. Jamal simply rutted using my wife as an object. In a matter of moments he had reached climax and was pumping his cum into Pat's pussy. As he removed his now limp cock from between the lips of her pussy a couple more spurts of cum were deposited on the tattoo and some cum was slowly dripping from between her pussy lips.

I moved between my wife's legs and took some more pictures. Before I could get too many pictures I was shoved aside by the lovely salesclerk Lea. "Excuse me" she said as she moved between Pats spread legs. "I need to clean this mess up."

I was then treated to the sight of Pats cunt being thoroughly cleaned by the nimble lips and tongue of Lea. She worked quickly and thoroughly cleaning up all of the cum with her tongue and searching deeply into Pats pussy with her fingers to get all that she could. Then she pulled Pat into a sitting position and thoroughly kissed her.

When she was done she turned to walk out with the bikini saying that Jamal wanted us to have the bikini as a gift and a remembrance.

Pat simply sat there stunned as even more cum oozed from between her engorged pussy lips. I quickly stepped between her legs and finished the job that Lea had started. Then I pulled Pat to her feet and guided her to the dressing room where she quickly dressed as her mind processed what had just happened.

As we left the store Lea handed us a bag containing the bikini and invited us to return any time.

We hurried from the mall and got into the car. I started the engine to get the air conditioner working and we just sat there.

Finally I looked at my lovely wife. I simply could not get the picture of Pat lying on the desk with her legs spread wide as Jamal drove his black dick into her pussy out of my mind. I smiled at the memory.

Seeing my smile Pat looked at me with a strange look on her face. She said "I have never been so humiliated and degraded in my life. What we did with the Boss and all his gang was completely different than what I just felt. Ordered to spread my legs while Jamal fucked me was disgusting. Used as a repository for his cum like I was a whore or something even less. It was also one of the most erotic things that I have ever done in my life." When it finally appeared her smile was radiant.

As we drove home we rehashed the experience. We were both on an emotional high and Pat had nonchalantly reached between my legs to massage my dick. Shortly after that was when we heard the siren. A quick glance at the speedometer told me why.

As I looked in the rear view mirror I saw a large black motor cycle cop approaching. He leaned down looking in the window. He asked the standard clichéd question. "Do you know how fast you were driving?" I replied "Yes officer, unfortunately I do. When I heard the siren I looked at my speedometer. I was definitely speeding."

He leaned down to look in the window to check out the passenger. His smile widened as his eyes fell on my blond wife with her short shorts and low tank top. Then he smiled at her and said "It is refreshing to find someone who answers that question honestly. I get the feeling that I have seen you somewhere before. Do I know you?" He asked.

Pat said "No. I don't think we have ever met."

He continued to look at Pat for a few more moments and then shook his head and turned to me and said "I need to see your license and registration please." I dutifully passed them through the window and he returned to his motorcycle where he made notes and checked out my license and driving record.

He returned a short time later and handed me my documents. "Everything checks out good and since you were honest with me I've decided to just give you an verbal warning. Please be more careful. I would not want to be called to an accident involving you and your lovely wife." he said.

After thanking him he returned to his motorcycle and we parted ways. I made sure that I drove within the limits the rest of the way home.

Both Pat and I were still processing what had happened at the store when we got home so we simply decided to have some diner and chill for the rest of the evening.

About nine we were startled by the ringing phone. Pat answered "Hello!"

The deep male voice on the other end said "Well, well Pat. It's good to hear your voice. This is Officer Smith. I met you and your husband this afternoon. Now I remember why you looked so familiar. I've seen you naked servicing three black cocks at the same time on a video. I want to see your tattoo."

Pat stuttered "Uhh tattoo? I'm sure that you must be mistaken."

"I'm not mistaken. I'd recognize your lovely face anywhere. Remembering faces is part of what I do. Now, thanks to our chance meeting this afternoon, I have your address and I was able to get your phone number from a friend. Tell your husband that I'm on the way and will be there in half an hour. We need to talk."

When Pat hung up the phone she looked at me with a stricken look on her face. "Honey" I said. "What's the matter?"

"That was the cop that stopped us today. He said that he had recognized us from a video that he had seen and was on the way over to talk."

"What does he want to talk about?" I asked her. She said "I don't know but we will find our shortly. He said he would be here in half an hour."

When the door bell rang I answered the door. A large black man that I recognized as the cop from earlier today held out his hand and said "Hi Steve. My name is Officer Smith."

I shook his hand and invited him in. He followed me into the living room where Pat was seated on the couch.

As he entered the room he looked at Pat and said "I was so happy to finally get to meet you and Steve today after seeing several of your videos. You look even more lovely than I expected although I must admit that it was terribly stimulating watching you service all of those black cocks. You cannot believe my surprise when I finally realized who you were."

"But enough chit chat. I wanted to bring you up to date about your previous manager. I think that you called him The Boss. Well I'm not sure how you might feel about it but he was arrested and convicted of armed robbery and sentenced to several years in prison. You won't be resuming your relationship with him any time soon."

"So, once I figured out who you were I thought that you might enjoy a new relationship with me. I'm into bondage and it is my intent to introduce you to the joys of restraint and continue your service to the black men of our community. How does that sound to you?"

Pat looked at me and then said "I'm not sure what you expect but I have never done bondage before and really don't have any desire to try it. What we did with the Boss was degrading and humiliating but a part of me enjoyed the servitude and being used. My husband also enjoyed watching me being used and even being used on occasion himself but bondage is something altogether different."

Officer Smith smiled and said "Well now Pat I certainly can understand your reluctance but you are missing the most important point. I am not offering you a choice. Now that I know who you are it would be a simple matter to spread the information around. How long do you think it would take to ruin your reputation? Oh the good people of our city probably don't know about what you have been doing but I doubt that they would condone it once the information was out. I suppose you could leave town but being a police officer it would be a simple matter for me to track you down. I will be honest with you. It would be much easier for me if you cooperated willingly as I assume that you did for the Boss but I intend to have you in ropes and filmed either way. You actually have no choice."

Tentatively Pat asked "What do you expect from us?"

Officer Smith replied "For tonight I intend to inspect and sample the merchandise thoroughly. Sometime next week I will entertain you in my basement. Your husband Steve will be allowed to attend and watch and he can even help me. Either way I will have you bound in ropes. I have several still and video cameras that I will have set up. I may even allow Steve to use one of the cameras for close up shots."

"For now Pat I want you to stand in the middle of the room and turn slowly around so that I can get a good look at you."

Slowly Pat stood and stepped into the center of the room. She looked at me and then slowly turned in place as instructed.

She looked lovely as usual. Tonight she was wearing royal blue slacks and a white button up top. As I watched her I could hardly believe the good luck that brought this gorgeous woman into my life. Her long blond hair hung down a few inches below her shoulders. She had a lovely figure that was clearly visible beneath her clothes. I knew that it only got better under her outer garments.

As she completed her slow turn Officer Smith told me to go and stand behind her. We both had a good idea what was coming and weren't disappointed when I was told to unbutton her blouse. We all knew that she was not wearing a bra.

As Officer Smith watched I reached around my wife and slowly began to undo the top button. I took my time since I suspected that Pat was enjoying this as much as I was. I loved showing her lovely body to other men and watching the lust slowly spread across their faces. I also knew that, for some reason, Pat enjoyed being shown off like some piece of merchandise.