Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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July roared into the city at full tilt bringing with it oppressive heat, bright sunshine and high humidity followed by thunderstorms that soon became the daily norm. I don't like summer! I much prefer the two milder seasons of spring and fall.
On the other hand, my wife Patricia enjoys the hot summer months since they give her a chance to work on her tan. Despite being a natural blonde she tans to a lovely honey nut bronze and she ends up with some impressive tan lines which I love. The bikinis that she wears are usually small so she can only wear them at home because of her tattoos.
The tops barely cover her generous breasts and rarely cover her tattoos. The Boss had had her tattooed one night after a fairly boisterous session where she had been used by a number of blacks. Just above the nipple on her right breast the word "Black" had been inked and in a similar location over her left breast the word "Owned" had been added.
I love the fact that my lovely wife has been marked so the whole world would know her sexual preference. But what I liked most was the Queen of Spades symbol that had been inked in just above the crack at the top of her pussy. Her bikini bottoms usually covered that little tidbit so in the summer time it stood out against the pale white of her skin just below the tan line. She is a sight to see.
To this day I remain unable to articulate what it is that makes me proud that my wife was used regularly by black cock. I figure it is something that is slightly out of whack in my head. It is possible that I just like the look of a black shaft as it is being pumped in and out of one of my wife's holes but I know that it really turns me on and fortunately it seems like Pat enjoys it also.
Pat and I were relaxing in lounge chairs on the patio and she was wearing her newest bikini when I decided that I wanted something cold to drink so I went into the kitchen to get both of us a glass of iced tea. I was holding the two chilled glasses as I headed back to the patio when the door bell rang.
Like an idiot I responded to the ringing doorbell like Pavlov's dog dumping the two glasses on a table and opening the door without checking to see who was outside. As soon as the door opened I was rudely shoved to the side as five black men rushed inside. "What the hell . . ." I began and then I noticed the prison garb. After a closer look I recognized the frenzy filled eyes of the Boss.
"Steve my man we've come for a visit. I'm sure that you'll understand that we're in somewhat of a rush. We need clothes and we need your wife."
"I've got a closet full of clothes. Feel free to help yourselves but Pat's not here right now."
Just as the Boss was about to respond we heard a scream from somewhere in the house. A few moments later two of the Boss's friends dragged a struggling Pat into the room. Her bikini top had been pulled down off of one breast during the struggle. Despite the situation Steve loved the raw sexiness that his wife exuded. All of the black men were clearly enjoying the view also. When she saw the Boss Pat stopped struggling and hissed "You!"
"Hello Pat. It's been a long time and I have truly missed the good times that we had together. I'm afraid that we don't have a lot of time to get reacquainted at the moment because we have to get moving. Steve let's see that closet full of clothes."
I headed for my bedroom and everyone followed. As two of the men rummaged through my closet the others turned their attention to Pat. Two men continued to hold her while the Boss reached for her tits. He gave each a hard squeeze noticing that the half round barbells he had given to her months ago when he had her nipples pierced were not in their usual place.
He stepped back to check her tattoos and seemed satisfied when he saw "Black" over one breast and "Owned" over the other. Slowly he let his gaze travel slowly down her lush body to her pussy. When he didn't see what he wanted he reached forward and snagged the top of her bikini bottoms pulling them down just enough to expose the QOS tattoo. He smiled broadly as did all the other men when they saw that the Queen of Spades tattoo still occupied the place of honor just over the crack of her pussy.
While the Boss had enjoying the view of my wife all of the men of the gang had gotten dressed. The Boss led them back to the living room where he said "Steve you and Pat are coming with us. We have a van outside. You and I will sit in the front so that you can drive. Pat will entertain the others in the back until we reach our destination."
Noticing the look of rebellion on Steve's face the Boss hurried on. "Look Steve. I don't want to hurt either of you but I will. This is too important. We need to get out of here and you are going to help us. Don't make me do something that I don't want to do."
Steve looked at his wife. She was a picture, still restrained by the two black hoods, both breasts exposed and her bottoms still low enough that part of the QOS tattoo was clearly visible. He looked into her eyes and he could already see that she was excited by the situation.
Months ago the Boss had forced them to participate in ever escalating sexual acts. Still, the Boss had never physically harmed either of them. In fact their relationship had been satisfying to everyone involved. As a result, both Pat and I felt that we would not come to harm as long as we played along with what the Boss wanted.
When I nodded my acceptance the whole group headed out the front door and piled into the van. I started the van and simply looked at the Boss for directions.
We drove for at least two hours while I listened to the sounds of sex and my wife's moans occasionally punctuated by a yelp.
Pat knew what to expect from a group of men who had just recently escaped prison and had been deprived of sex for a long period of time. In the back her fear was quickly overcome by her emotions as the four strangers with her explored and used her body. Hands were everywhere all at once. Questing fingers found and probed into my pussy and ass while other hands were busy mauling my tits. Tongues probed my mouth and wrestled with my tongue as I was roughly kissed.
It only took moments before the men's clothing, so important a few moments earlier, was being removed and scattered all over the floor of the van. I was roughly shoved down onto my back and a cock was stuffed between my spread legs and found a home deep inside my pussy. I shuddered at being taken so roughly but could not help but respond. I managed to raise my body to meet each incoming thrust.
