I’ll find out from Leo each day I’m in London, what my wife has been doing I got a text from Leo, the first afternoon I was in London and it read “I went round to your house at 6.00am. Your wife opened the door with a barking Bella at her heels. Within in minutes we were in your bed, which was still warm. I fucked her beautiful warm body and she came at least 3 times. We went through to the kitchen and had a coffee, both still naked and my cum still inside her. I got dressed and she took me to the front door naked and kissed me goodbye. Your wife now likes a Chinese cock, without having to be drunk, which means things can be arranged for her to get fucked when you’re at work. Lorna took your wife shopping today. I gave her £500 to spend on sexy clothes. They went into Ann Summers, where she bought thongs, open crotch knickers, half cup bras, stockings, suspenders belts and some sexy dresses.” About 7.00pm I got another text “I have booked a room at the Ibis and I’ve told her to go to Weatherspoons and buy a large vodka and coke and keep buying them until Chinese guy will meet her there.” Two hours later I got another text “Your wife met my friend who was quite happy, took her back to the Ibis and fucked her. He tells me that she was crying for more and he asked her if she liked Chinese cocks, to which she replied yes.” The second night I received another text “Fucked you’re wife this afternoon in your bed. She’s bought me a key to your front door, so I can visit when you’ve gone to work. Tonight she’s booked into the Doubletree, where she’s meeting my wealthy cousin. I’ll keep you advised.” At midnight I received a text “My cousin said your wife was fantastic. He’s never had his cock sucked so well for years. He asked her if she’d ever had anal. She said no. He said that he’d give her £200. She said yes. As far as I know he’s still fucking her.” At 2.00am the text read “My cousin said your wife was the best cheap fuck he’d had in years and they’ve agreed to meet up sometime in the near future. I think she’s given him the date you’re away next.” My last night in London and a text arrived at 7.00pm. “I’ve just seen your wife and she’s dressed to kill. She’s wearing open crotch knickers, marching half cup bra, suspenders and a low cut mini dress. She looks like a whore. I haven’t booked a hotel and she’s meeting a friend who doesn’t speak English at a harbour pub frequented by prostitutes. I tell you what happens later.” The last email arrived at 6.00am “Your wife met my friend. They got drunk and ended up in your bed. She apparently gave him the works then fell asleep. He has just text and said she is currently sucking his cock and he is going to fuck her again.” A text arrived just as I was getting on the flight. “Your wife tells me that your flight gets in at 10.30. So about minutes to get home ok. I will fuck your wife at 10.15 and leave my cum inside her. Oh and by the way I fucked straight after my friend this morning. Her pussy is not as tight now as it was when I first fucked her.” I arrived home to find my wife already in bed. watching tv. I asked if I’d wakened her. She said that she’d been playing with herself waiting for me to get home. I stopped off quickly, threw the quilt back and got on top of her.my cock slipped in so easily and I asked myself how she’d managed to keep Leo’s spunk inside her without it seeping out. But it was sure seeping out now. She rolled me over and began to ride me, then the flood gates opened as Leo’s spunk ran down my cock. We had a great night and am now waiting to hear from Leo on what his plans are for my wife. We had a lovely weekend together and actually fucked on Friday, Saturday and Sunday night. On Sunday afternoon I got a text from Leo. “Hi lover. I bet you had a great weekend. My bitch tells me you’re going to Glasgow for 2 nights, so I’ve organised a few things”. I responded and told him my times etc. I left the house about 6.30am to catch the train. Sat on the train I got a text from Leo “Your wife was sleeping when I climbed into you bed. It wasn’t until my cock was touching her pussy that she woke up. A startled face suddenly turned into one of joy, as I pushed my cock deep into her. We fucked for over an hour and she’s now in the shower. She having a treat later this morning and she’s wearing the kilt and T-shirt I first saw her in. I will text later.” True to his word he sent a text at 4.00pm “You wife has had a lovely time. We met an African friend of mine who I do business with from London. He is visiting for 2 days and asked if I could introduce him to a lady who he could take for lunch etc. We all met at the Hilton hotel where he was staying. The minute he saw her, it was fuck at first sight. I left them to it and have been waiting for either of them to text. I get back to you.” I hadn’t heard anything by 8.00pm so sent him a text asking for an update Text back. “Nothing yet.” At 2.00am I finally got a text. “This it what she sent as pasted here Your friend Robert is some guy. We had lunch in the hotel with drinks, then went out to a pub he liked and where he had a few friends. We were in the pub until 6.00pm and I was getting wasted. I invited one of his friends back to the Hilton for dinner. Again dinner with wine and drinks after. About 8ish I went to the loo and found it difficult walking back to the table. He noticed that and came over to help. He signed for the dinner and thought it a good idea if he and his friend helped me to Roberts room. We got to the room and let me fall back onto the bed. Probably not the best thing for me to do, as he could see my pussy. He made comment, stepped over and unbuckled the kilt, pulling it from under me. His friend something like ‘man that is one beautiful white pussy, haven’t seen one as juicy for a long time’. Robert thought I would be cooler with the T-shirt off, so off it came. He then asked if I’d ever seen a black mans cock. I shook my head because I hadn’t. He stripped of and stood in front of me with a cock even bigger than yours. ‘What you think of this white girl?’ I said it was nice. ‘You like it?’ I nodded. The next thing I know he’s inside me. I’m glad all you Chinese cocks had stretched me over the last few weeks, because I’d never have coped with it. His friend said, ‘don’t you fall asleep, I want your white ass after my friend has finished.’ They fucked me solid for 3 hours and I’m red raw. You owe me big time.” Just after reading the text another arrived “This is what Robert had to say. ‘ Leo you know how to choose your women. This one was great. Most white women have tight cunts, but you’ve been working this one. My friend and me have fucked for 3 or 4 hours, so though we’d let her sleep a bit. We’ll leave it until we get back from the pub and then give her some more African spunk.’ Then I just received a follow up. ‘Leo, my boys and me a grateful beyond belief for this white trash woman. I though my other friends from the pub should see what we’ve been doing since we left them. They’ve all deposited some great African seed into her belly and down her throat. By the way she’s not good at giving head, you need to sort that. Or you could send her down to London and the brothers will do it for you. I guess this white whore will probably get pounded some moe before we go for breakfast’. I sounds as if she coping ok. I’ll keep in touch.” I couldn’t believe what was happening to my wife. She’s gone from being a Chinese bitch to a black mans whore over night. The next text came in at 9.30am “I’ve picked up you wife from the hotel. She’s ok, but very sore and needs time off now. She said there were 6 black guys altogether and she lost count of the number of times each one fucked her, everything became a blur. The guys left a wad of cash with me for her, so Lorna is going to take her shopping this afternoon.” I arrived home to a very jovial wife who was keen to go to bed. What has she turned into.