BIG BLACK BOUNCERS

My wife is a big fan of Elton John. So when she heard 
that he would be giving a concert here in our town, she 
was over the moon. She bought two tickets for the 
standing arena, the closest to the stage and the most 
expensive ones, three months before the actual concert. 
She bought a new dress – a very nice body-hugging, 
curves-enhancing black tube-dress for the event and a 
pair of patented leather pumps to match. Early that 
day, she went to the parlor to spruce herself a bit. 
She looked so excited and tingly, just like she was on 
the day we got married ten-years ago. 

We even arrived at the indoor stadium where the concert 
was being held full three hours before the start to 
secure standing space closest to the ring. Although 
there was some beer and cocktails being sold inside, I 
also sneaked in a bottle of vodka, that my wife 
absolutely loves. There were already about 200 early 
birds like us and many were drinking freely. We too had 
our share of alcohol – four gin and tonics for wife and 
lots of beer for me.

We were not feeling any pain, especially my wife who 
was a bit tipsy and already stammering through her 
sentences. Anyway it was all in good fun. But the fun – 
for my wife and for some other die-hard Elton John fans 
– stopped immediately when just 30 minutes before the 
concert, the organizers announced that Elton John had 
food poisoning and would not be able to perform at all, 
even though he had been polite enough to announce that 
he would make an appearance half-way through the 
concert to apologize personally. 

There was a murmur of dissent, some angry fans started 
hurling bottles and shoes and stones at the stage...but 
then they announced that they had arranged for a boy-
band to perform instead. That was not good enough and 
although my angry wife wanted to storm out, the promise 
of Elton John making an appearance calmed her down and 
we decided to stay on, holding on to our precious 
standing space next to the empty stage.

A wave of rowdy crowd, latecomers, then started pushing 
all early birds around, and soon we found ourselves 
pushed to the extreme left corner of the stage – 
drunken as both of us were. My wife drowned her sorrow 
by gulping almost a quarter of the vodka down her 
throat straight from the bottle. 

I was amused and was only wondering at what would be 
her state when the alcohol reached her brain. Anyway, 
by the time the boy-band appeared on the stage, my wife 
had consumed more than half the vodka even though I 
abstained because at least one of us had to be in his 
senses when it was time to go home.

So there we were – my wife absolutely drunken, mumbling 
incoherently like a homeless drunkard and I, half-drunk 
and full horny with all the rubbing of my crotch by my 
wife's sexy ass, wrapped in a tight dress. The boy-band 
turned out to be Boy-zone and soon people had forgotten 
Elton John's absence. They belted out some nice songs 
and got everyone to sway and tap their feet. There was 
constant pushing and shoving from all three sides of us 
and I was finding it hard to stick to my wife who was 
immediately in front of me. 

Things were not easy as there was no solid support in 
front of us. Like they usually do, they had separated 
the stage and the crown (that's is us) by a rope and 
with each push from behind, we were pulled against the 
rope. Fortunately for the organizers the poles holding 
the ropes were strong and didn't give way otherwise 
there would have been cacophony everywhere. 

There were guards standing with their backs to the 
stage, keeping a lookout for any trespassers. One of 
these guards, a burly black man with massive shoulders 
and tree-trunk thick solid thighs was positioned right 
in front of us. He was short, just about my wife's 
height but he was so thick that he looked like carved 
from a big fat tree. He had been standing slightly off, 
but I realized that each time the crowds pushed us from 
behind, he would move towards us and soon he was 
directly in front of my wife. 

I was glad that he was there to save her in case the 
rope crashed. But I soon realized that his intention 
was farther from saving my wife. The way he behaved, he 
was there to take advantage of my wife with each push 
as the front of his body grinded on to the front of my 
wife's body.

I was already horny, and the thought that a burly black 
ugly bouncer was grinding in my wife's crotch only send 
shivers of pleasure down my cock, which was at full 
mast. My wife, 30 minutes into the concert was 
completely gone. She was standing there only because I 
had clasped her body to mine. Otherwise she was swaying 
to and fro and her head hung limply to one side. To 
have some more fun with her, I started pushing her more 
frequently, without any push from behind. And once I 
pushed her I would keep her body locked with that of 
the bouncer. My eyes were (intentionally) glued to the 
boy-band singers (they looked very pretty, I realized). 

It was absolutely dark, as the spotlights focused on 
the singers and I couldn't see the ground if I wanted 
to because of the number of people. So imagine my shock 
when my hand accidentally dropped down and encountered 
a big-sized hand jammed in the front of my wife's 
crotch. It was the guard-cum-bouncer. His black hand 
was jammed inside my wife's panty and the fingers were 
moving in and out.

He must have been doing this finger fucking of my 
wife's pussy for sometime because his hand was dripping 
wet from my wife's pussy juice till the knuckles.

Being a good faithful loving husband, I should have 
pulled his black hand and fat fingers out of my wife's 
lovely hairy cunt... but I was only thinking from my 
spongy, purple cock head so I thought let him enjoy 
just a few more minutes. The poor black man was anyway 
so sincerely doing his job. Then I concentrated on the 
movements of my wife's body under the manipulation of 
the black bouncer. There was a soft hum to his 
movements as he slowly finger fucked her moist intimate 
hole. 

When I felt a jerking motion convulsing my wife, I 
ducked my hand down from behind and was further shocked 
to find that my wife's lovely lacy panties were 
missing. He had possibly yanked them off her 
completely. I know THEN I should have definitely 
stopped him but my horny cock told me to let him enjoy 
a little bit more. Soon the hum of my wife's body 
moving to and fro returned. Her slinky black dress had 
ridden up and short as it was, I realized her rounded 
big ass was visible to anyone who cared to see down. 

I should have pulled the dress down but the friction of 
her smooth ass-cheeks had hardened my cock beyond any 
redemption and I had no choice but to pull my seven-
inch long and five-inch thick uncut aching cock from 
the confines of my trousers. I thought while the black 
bouncer was finger fucking her, I could simply fuck her 
from behind and release my boiling sperm inside her hot 
moist pussy. Holding her with one hand, I maneuvered my 
cock between her ass cheeks and pushed it between the 
ass crack. Lubed generously with my copious pre-cum, it 
slithered its way between her legs like a well oiled-
snake. But there it got stuck by something rough and 
hairy. 

I probed with hand and realized I was holding two oval 
objects with some hairy, tingly rough spiked hair-like 
things. Oh jinkies, I realized in that moment of truth 
that those big round thingies were the black bouncer's 
hairy black balls and they were blocking my cock's way 
to my own wife's pussy entrance because, his black cock 
had beaten me to it. The burly black bouncer's fat 
black-panther was already inside my wife's wet sloppy 
cunt.

I know, I should have immediately hauled his big black 
cock out of my wife's pussy but just then my eyes met 
his smoldering, blood-shot black eyes, and he looked at 
me pleadingly. His mouth moved slowly but I understood 
him clearly. He was saying, "Whether you like or not, 
loser, I am gonna breed your trash wife right here, 
right now," or something to that effect. Just as I 
found my real place in life, as a cuckold meant to let 
other real black men enjoy my wife's hairy pussy with 
their smelly, bigger, superior black cocks, I felt his 
big black balls squirm and tingle in anticipation. 

Then I felt the underside of his wrist-thick cock spasm 
and jerk uncontrollably as its veins rushed his black 
potent baby-making man-juice from the balls to his piss 
slit to be deposited in my wife's fertile pussy. My 
sensitive, spongy cock head felt the earth-shattering 
orgasm experienced by my wife's fucker.

And he gave up all pretence of being a bouncer and 
collapsed on my wife; planting his thick, black Negro 
lips on her lovely soft pink lips... I turned sideways 
to see his purple tongue snake its way inside my wife's 
mouth. My won cock was hit by his black heavy cock as 
it plopped out of my wife's pussy after it released 
every single drop of his sperm. I simply inserted my 
cock in her loose pussy flooded with his still hot cum. 
It was enough to send my own cock in a tizzy and it 
shot string after string of thin cum just at the 
pussy's entrance.

The bouncer got off and immediately moved away. Within 
minutes he was back with another guard, grinning 
maliciously and pointing at my wife. He even pulled her 
dress up to show his friend the mess he had made and 
then left with a wink. The second bouncer was as thin 
and tall and the first one was stout and short. But he 
didn't hesitate a minute before plunging his long thin 
fingers inside the sopping hot oven of my wife's sloppy 
pussy. He pulled his cum-covered hand out and sniffed 
it...his wide nose flaring even wider like a bull 
sniffing the behind of a cow in heat. As he was 
repeating the process his hand touched mine.

He grinned and pulled my hand through my wife's wet 
thighs and placed it on his big lumpy crotch. He wanted 
me to make him hard and who was I to deny him this 
pleasure. I zipped him down and fished for his cock. It 
took me about two minutes to pull it out; it was so 
meaty and long. It was soft but already difficult to 
hold in one hand. 

I peeled his foreskin down and rubbed his spongy cock 
head, feeling every movement, every jerk as it grew, 
and grew, and grew. Once it was rock hard, I could see 
the cock's glistening head reaching the other side of 
my wife's body. I was dying to go down on my knees to 
gobble it in my watering mouth but that would mean my 
wife would fall down so I couldn't. So I did the next 
best thing possible – slowly I rubbed his cock up and 
down my wife's sloppy pussy slit and then I placed his 
angry hot cock right at the entrance of her pussy and 
put my hands behind his lanky ass. 

Then I pulled him with such great strength that he went 
super deep inside my wife's pussy canal. He bumped into 
something inside – possibly the entrance to my wife's 
womb – and still there was an inch or two of black 
cock-meat outside. I would have helped him fuck my 
wife, but he was too irritated by my slow manipulations 
and brushing my hands aside, he took matters in his own 
hand. He clasped his bony hands tightly on my wife's 
waist and started a steady fucking even in the midst of 
all the noise, singing and cheering. 

And just as the night sky lit up with fireworks as 
Elton John made an appearance, the second black bouncer 
planted one last stroke and held my wife tightly as his 
whole body rocked with his own orgasm and my wife 
received her third coat of sperm within an hour – from 
three different men. I was horrified when my wife 
opened her eyes suddenly as she heard Elton John's 
baritone. I was super quick as I pulled the black 
bouncer's cock out of her puffed up pussy and pushed 
him away. He also moved back as he saw my wife was now 
awake. 

My wife, half startled, felt her pussy and removed a 
huge amount of sperm in her hand – mostly released by 
the last black man, she scooped it up in her palm and 
licked it all – right as the amused black bouncer 
watched. She swallowed her hand and scooped some more 
to lick it dry too. Then she turned around and said 
sleepily, "Fuck Elton John, but I loved every moment of 
the fucking you gave me tonight." 

Then as quickly as she had awakened, she slumped in her 
drunken state again, a pearly white gob of the black 
bouncer's sperm still dangling at the edge of her 
mouth. The black bouncer smiled, and whispered in my 
ears, "Shall I get one more black cock for your wife? I 
have seen that he has a 14-inch long and 8-inch thick 
cock...she and you will love it." My cock sprang up 
again leaking pre-cum and all my lust-induced mind 
could do was to nod my head in consent.