The next time Clayton visited I was, as instructed, wearing a pair of tight silky panties along with stockings and suspenders. Karen, as always, was also wearing stockings and matching sexy bra and panties under a black satin mini skirt and white silky blouse. She always dressed sexily for Clayton and called it her ‘slut gear’. My undies were hidden by shirt and chinos but I loved the feelings they gave me as I moved. Clayton arrived and I was immediately dispatched to get his customary beer and a drink for my wife. When I returned with the drinks, Clayton and my wife were already kissing. She had his cock out and he pushed her head down. She took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him. The sight of her deep red lipsticked lips around his cock along with her murmurs of appreciation immediately had my cock straining against the silky material of my tight pink panties. Clayton looked up at me and said “Are you wearing what I told you?” I could feel my self blushing with humiliation as I told him I was. “I want you take some pics of your wife sucking my cock” he ordered. Then to Karen he said “ Do you like my black cock, slut?” She murmured that she loved it. “Tell your useless husband how much you love it, look at him and tell him” My wife slowly slid her lips off his cock and looked straight at me while still holding his cock in her hand. “I love Clayton’s cock” she said, “He is so much better than you in bed and makes me cum so hard. He can fuck me anytime he wants. I’m His white slut now ”. With that, she turned and started kissing him again. The. He whispered something to her and they got up from the couch. “We’re going upstairs now” said Clayton. “We’ll call you up later and you’d better not be wearing those male clothes, you’re obviously not fit to wear them so lose them before you come up, ok?” I blushed again but he wasn’t letting me off without saying anything. “I said ok?” I replied “Yes, ok” still blushing deeply. He let out a chuckle and off they went to the bedroom. My cock, by this time, was leaking pre cum into my panties and I started to realise part of the turn on was the humiliation. Not just the humiliation of my wife preferring another man in bed to me but also the fact that he was taking charge of me as well. I also realised that the fact he was black hadn’t been raised before but was obviously becoming part of it. It was a while before I was called upstairs. They had left the bedroom door open and I’d heard them fucking, heard my wife scream out in orgasm at least four times. Eventually it went quiet and I could just hear their voices as they talked and laughed together. Then I heard my name as they called me upstairs. I removed my shirt and chino’s and went upstairs feeling very embarrassed. When I entered the bedroom I saw that Clayton was sat up with his back against the headboard with his legs splayed. My wife sat between his legs, legs also splayed, wearing just her stockings and suspenders. Her hair was tousled and her make up was a mess. She had a very dreamy look on her face and was obviously feeling totally at ease. And totally satisfied. “You look ridiculous” was the first words of Clayton’s mouth as he looked at me dressed in my undies. “What do you think my slut, do you think he looks ridiculous?” “Totally” she laughed. “Well it will do for now” continued Clayton. “Your Wife is a fantastic fuck, i’ve cum twice while you’ve been downstairs playing with your pathetic white cock. Her black cock loving pussy is full of my spunk so we want you to clean her up, ok?” “Ok” I replied and turned to go and get some tissue from the bathroom. “Where are you going cuck? They both looked amused as he asked this. When I told them I was going to get tissues to clean my wife up they both started laughing. I looked at them feeling puzzled and asked what’s wrong. “What’s wrong cuck is that you’re not going to use tissues, you’re using your mouth, now get down there and clean your wife”. It may seem that my naivety was a bit false to anyone reading this but, believe me, it wasn’t. Up to about 3 weeks prior, I had no idea what a cuckold was and had very little idea of what was involved other than another man fucking my wife. Plus, I had never entertained any bi thoughts, ever. I was a straight married guy. Admittedly not the best in bed if my wife was to believed but, hey, maybe she set her sights too high. Plus, I admit that this whole cuck thing turned me on enormously, as did the humiliation. But suck another man’s cum out of my wife’s well fucked pussy? Just the thought made me want to vomit. My wife joined Clayton by saying “If you love me you’ll do it. I know you’ll love it. Do it for me” As she was saying this, her hand went between her legs and she trailed a finger along her cum soaked pussy lips. She held her finger out toward me and gestured for me to come closer. I knelt on the bed and she held my head and a her cum covered finger was pushed into my mouth. I didn’t vomit. In fact I couldn’t really taste anything really, just a faint sliminess as she lewdly pushed her finger in and out my mouth. Then I feel another hand on my head, it was Clayton’s. He pushed my head down hard between my wife’s legs. “Do it!” he commanded. Reluctantly I started to lick my wife’s wet pussy. This time I could taste something and it was sticky spunk mixed with my wife’s juices. I continued to use my tongue on her pussy, just lapping at her pussy lips, trying hard to avoid the inevitable. My wife started to respond to my tongue and moved her hips to get maximum contact. Her quiet moans alerted Clayton to the fact she was enjoying my ministrations. “Are you turned on again you dirty slut?” he asked. Her reply was to turn and kiss him. “He was always good with his tongue” she told him. She was really getting into it now and her moans and groans plus her hand rhythmically pushing my head was getting to me as well. I started to work harder on her pussy, taking advantage of this rare opportunity for some form of sex with my wife. My tongue delved deeper into her, all the while lapping up more and more of her lovers spunk. Suddenly she convulsed as her orgasm enveloped her. The contractions forced the last of his juice into my mouth and this time I definitely tasted it. A line had been crossed.