Shelly, the Slut Wife by Dirt Man

Oh sure, Shelly was a real dirt bag, filthy low down wallow in the mud trailer trash slut alright, but I married her just the same. Beautiful women with big tits, a scrub-board belly, and a dimpled ass so tight you can land a plane on it have always been my downfall. And her recent idea of performing with other men sexually for my visual kicks was a definite turn on. I could hardly turn her down, after all, she’s not just my wife, she’s my twin sister. However when she asked me to come home for lunch to catch her getting a quickie, I never expected the surprise she had in store for me, nor how our future was about to be effected. I was halfway in the front door when I froze in place. There in the middle of the living room down on all fours dressed in a black satin garter belt, fishnet stockings, and fuck-me-pumps, with her ass up in the air, with Boris our Black Lab pumping her pussy as she sucked the foot long monster cock of some black stranger, was my wife of two years, and sister of 20 sweating and jiggling like the pig she really is. “You must be da husband of dis nasty bitch,” grinned the black man arrogantly. Obviously he felt right at home in my house already, and how could I argue about that with his dick halfway down Shelly’s throat. “They call me Mojo,” and he held his hand out forcing me to come closer to shake it.

“Yeah, that’s me, the resident cuckold,” I replied, “and now I see that she’s discovered the other dark meat.”

“She told me I was her first Nigger, but I thought she was pulling my pud,” Mojo chuckled.

“Looks to me that she’s gone way beyond pulling your pud,” I grouched, and taking a seat in my favorite chair pulled my dick out, and began stroking it as I watched Shelly turn herself into a real bitch right before my very eyes.

From my new vantage point I could see a new addition to her body. A small gold ring was pierced into her right nipple with a little bell that tinkled as her breasts wobbled on her chest from her two lovers continuous assault. Boris’s doggy dick had knotted up, and was tied to my wife’s pussy stretching it beyond anything she’d ever had to date. The look of uncontrolled heat on her face was a wonder to behold. It was like seeing a woman possessed by the most foul of all demons whom dwell in the underworld. That she was fucking a black man, with her past of growing up in Georgia was enough to stun, but to see my wife giving herself freely to our family pet like this had me near to a state of total shock. Her blond hair in a ponytail held in Mojo’s left hand allowing me to watch clearly as that big black cock sawed in and out of her freshly painted up face had my fist flying up and down along the full length of my own ten inch prick, and he had two inches more than me. “Well, you’ve certainly turned yourself into one hell of a dirty pig this time, Shelly,” I spat out, and then I saw the video cam recording their every move. I looked up at Mojo questioningly.

“Hey man, don’t blame me,” he laughed, “it’s your camcorder, and your wife’s idea. She wanted something to put on her new website, or so she said.”

I knew about the web site; Sluts R Us, and Shelly’s group of beautiful young slutty wives are all a part of this new hobby of Shelly’s. Each daring the other to kinkier debauchery was nothing in comparison to what some of the people who visited that site came up with in their e-mail requests. None of these women knew where the ugly tree grew, and in fact all of them could have been professional models, they were that gorgeous. And as lovely as each of them was, there was no rock of depravity, or so it now seemed, that they wouldn’t crawl under. The video she was making here would probably end up in the Hall of Shame on her site, no doubt. Of course at 20, looking barely over 17 Shelly had a growing audience that adored her intrepidity. “The ring tittie is mine though,” Mojo interrupted my thoughts, “like her wedding band to you, this is my declaration of ownership as her new Black Master. Your Shelly is my Little White Married Cunt, but I jus call her Cunt for short,” and he gave out a belly laugh that startled Boris, and had him go ass over teakettle to end up tied butt to butt with Shelly, or Cunt. His bitch at any name. “Gonna put another one in her clit for the dog tomorrow while your at work.”

It was hard to believe that the pussy I had worshiped at with my tongue was now the fuck funnel of niggers, and dogs, and my dog at that. And tomorrow that dog would have proof that he owned my wife’s body as much as I did. Seeing thin dog sperm trickling out around their connection then made me cum, and I moved in close to spray my load all over the right side of Shelly without getting any on Mojo, but coating that little bell nonetheless. That must have set Shelly off, as she took a lip lock on Mojo’s fire hose and sucked him to a climax right then. Her throat working vulgarly as she swallowed every drop of that man’s black seed down her white gullet.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Mojo groaned, “suck me dry you dog fuck’en bitch!” “Yeth,” she swallowed around the bulk of Mojo then, “Master,” and continued sucking that big black cock. I was the forgotten husband now as she broiled in the brew of her degenerate orgasm.

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There’s something really low down filthy guttural about a great looking blond with a big nigger dick up her ass, and Shelly is one of those kind of women who really love taking a thick juicy cock up her ass channel in front of her husbands. And by Friday night Shelly had taken close to 15 black cocks up her ass at Mojo’s insistence. After all they were his homies. Mojo was like a phantom coming and going pretty much as he pleased, leaving Shelly usually covered in sperm his, or whoever else used her. Used being the operative word here now. But what Mojo didn’t know was that Shelly’s web site was starting to make money hand over fist, and mostly thanks to him, and his friends each evening, as well as from her escapades with Boris every afternoon. And since I owned the web site all the money went to my bank account in Geneva. Like I said, it’s Shelly’s hobby, but there was no reason I couldn’t make a little nest egg for us out of her lechery.

Shelly may have made me her cuckolded husband by fucking around, but that didn’t make me a slave to hers, or anyone else’s will other than my own. I love her, but that’s as far as it goes with us. After all, she’s just a slut, even if she is my wife. It’s sorta the same thing as being married to some Porno Queen, you see. One just enjoys the view and goes on with life. That said let me tell you what I came home to that Friday evening after a hard day at work.

The first thing that hit me was the smell. The very air reeked with genital pheromone overload, or heated pussy, and wet sperm if you will. And why not with 7 gorgeous white women in various states of undress sucking, and/or getting fucked by the ten black men and Boris in the middle of my front room in every hole they owned. Even Rick Schaffer’s wife from next door, his cute little bride Trixie of six months was crawling around with a nigger’s dick up her ass while at the same time licking any dribbling sperm filled pussy that came near her face in turn. I knew Rick was out of town on business, but I never would have thought Shelly could pull her into this porno pool. Not that innocent blue eyed brunet, but she had, because there was Trixie, and there was Shelly over to the side drinking piss straight from her black master’s dick.

No one paid me any attention, as was becoming normal around here now, and I took notice that no less than five video cameras were shooting this party from every angle possible. Arlene, the strawberry blond that was a cross between Morgan Fairchild, and Ann Margaret in their best days had found that man’s best friend could also be a woman’s living dildo while enjoying the taste treats that one of Mojo’s homies still had to offer. Betty, Shelly’s closest friend in the porno pool, with long luscious red hair down to her waist was directing the camera action to get every thrust of Boris into Arlene while catching most of the rest of the debauchery going on elsewhere at the same time.

Most of the women were dressed in only garter belts, hose, and high heels of various colors, with make-up freaky enough to hide them from their own parents, but make them look like a typical hooker standing under a street lamp. However Becky, the sexy platinum blond wife of Ted Carpenter wore a peek-a-boo latex full body outfit with a hood that covered her head with only eye and mouth cut outs in front, and one at the top back of her head that let her hair fountain out into a horse tail behind her. Her two big boobs poking out of the suit in their own cut outs linked together by a chain attached to the gold shackles pierced into her thumb like rosy pink nipples. She looked like a dove stuffed, and hanging out appropriately sleazy in her sudo-cat suit as Spike, a particularly large nigger friend of Mojo’s, wiped his black ass with her probing pink tongue for the cameras while another black man fucked her puckered butt hole raw. I knew Becky was submissive, but I’d had no idea that she had lowered herself to the status of shit eater until now.

As you may have guessed by this time I had my own prick out, and was stroking it casually ready to fill in any hole that might require a little extra attention, but I was in no hurry to chose as there were so many sights to observe. Like little Dottie Henson who all of 4’ 8 and as petite as a Ritz cracker, and the only one there in a blue wig was being buffeted brutally by no less than three huge cocks at the same time, two black, ones and Boris’s. Or the honey blond Amazon like goddess; Gurta Guthry with the 43 double D’s wrapped around the arm of the couch as two huge nigger dicks fucked her bottom simultaneously from underneath, and behind her. Like I said, not a bow wow in the bunch. And it was like I was a sheik amongst my harem as I waded though all of that plush flesh getting pumped full of human and animal sperm. I took my usual seat in my chair then, and waited stroking my cock continuously as I observed, and listened to the debauchery going on around me.

“Welcome to the ho’ down,” Mojo greeted, with that perpetual grin of his, “we just be goose’n da bitches before Jerry gets here for the main event.”

“Jerry?” I inquired, wondering what kind of nigger giant he might be. “Yeah, it’s a long drive from da country for him, but he should be here soon.”

“What’s he like?”

“Jerry? Well, he’s a real pig when it comes to ho’s like these,” and Mojo laughed at some inner joke of his own, “but it’s really Waldo, his buddy who’ll make them scream tonight. You see we couldn’t get Waldo without Jerry so,” and he shrugged as if that was all that needed to be said.

It was then that the room filled with a chorus of moans, and groans shattering the room with a tumultuous choir of orgasms from every direction except mine. Little Dottie suddenly became the receptacle of no less than three huge nigger dicks as they all pulled out of her at the same time and sprayed her down with their thick creamy slim. Coating her face, hair, titties, ass, and stomach with a sickly sheen of scum that she instantly rubbed into her own flesh for the cameras. Greta’s bouncing ass suddenly hung in the air as her two black lovers filled both her cunt, and ass full of their vile nigger seed, and I suddenly wondered if she was on any kind of birth control at all, as Becky, over on my left was shivering in the throes of her own climax as she received a sperm enema, and licked the next black ass shoved in her face. Arlene by now had found her own notch on Boris’s prick as the dog throttled her cunt to new dimensions of tied bestial pleasure as Trixie licked at their connection from underneath while Mojo fucked Trixie missionary style to a string of mini orgasms as Shelly helped Betty with the cameras to catch it all on tape, and get drinks for those black men recuperating on the side.

I decided then, that since Betty looked the least abused, and used of all the women in my home that she would receive what I had been holding back thus far. Checking with Shelly first to make sure it was okay with her, I then grabbed hold of Betty and carried her off to the master bedroom for an hour of simple uninterrupted R&R. As luck would have it, Betty had arrived last and had been relegated to camera duty. So while her panties were sopping wet, they were that way only because of her own juices of excitement, and expectations, and not from male spermatozoa.

So once I had her pink silk panties dangling from her left big toe, I dove down into that frothy fiery orange trimmed triangle of hers. The musky dew dripping from her sweet pussy like an ambrosia that had my dick pulsing with the beat of my heart as I dined on her genitals. Betty’s legs flapping above me as her soft smooth thighs shook on either side of my head, and her pert bottom wriggled under me in the throes of her first climax. She was shower fresh, or at least before arriving here, a dab of Wisdom adding to the sweet effervescence of those tight orange curls above her slit. My hands moving of their own accord to her more-than-a-handful breasts to squeeze just a little more pleasure from her svelte body, and I received a squirt of raw passion on my tongue for my trouble.

Alternating between probing her slot, and teasing Betty’s clitty, I brought her to three gargling climaxes before crawling upwards in between her sinewy yet, wide open legs. And once in position I allowed her to take hold of my prick, and guide me into her seething cauldron of liquid heat. Amazingly, for a women who had fucked as many cocks as Betty obviously had, it was slow going to get all of my ten inches into that tight marvelously small slice of heaven of hers. I understood now why her body lubrication was so extreme. With a hole as tight as hers she needed all the lubrication she could get. And looking down at our connection I was reminded of a whale trying to mate with a sea snake the way her pussy was stretched taunt around the girth of my prick. But the feeling of her soft resilient flesh was like having a fur covered fist jacking me off. It was no wonder Shelly had made her a member of the group right off. With that pussy of hers she could pass as a virgin for any prick on the planet, and I couldn’t wait to violate this bitch’s asshole before returning her back to the party downstairs.

For the first time since Shelly had turned herself into an Internet Porn Queen Slut I was at last content with her decision. If the others were only half as talented as Betty I could figure on having a never ending free supply of ripe wanton poontang for quite some time. However, an hour and a half later when we descended the stairway into the front room I began to have second thoughts on that subject. With my scum dribbling down the insides of Betty’s thighs from both her cunt, and assholes, we stopped at the foot of the stairs in amazement at the spectacle set before us. The room smelled like a barn now, an appropriately so. All the furniture had been moved out, and the floor carpeting was now covered in a clear plastic drop cloth. A padded bench had been brought in to our right, and laying on it was Greta with of all things a burro standing over top of her with Shelly guiding that pack animal’s huge shaft in between the swollen lips of the Amazon’s cum dripping twat. On the left was a humongous, and extremely obese 300lb. black, and white hog with its curly cued cock drilling into the petite Dottie Henson arm, and legs flapping around now sprawled out over another padded bench face down. Her titties jiggling to the bestial rhythm of the ugliest creature on the face of the earth hanging onto her backside as he fucked her savagely had my dick thickening right away. And not to be left out of this bestial potpourri Boris stood in the middle of the room with Becky underneath him sucking on that wretched canine cock of his as if it were her mother’s teat.

Seeing us, Shelly put her index finger to her lips to silence any outcry on our part, and we both took a seat on the bottom step to watch the scene play itself out. It was then that I noticed that most of the men had adjured to the basement with Arlene and Trixie while Mojo, Spike, and Shelly took over as cameramen moving from camera to camera taking close-ups and panning out as needed to get it all on tape for our web site.

“Oooooooooooooo, ooooohhhh fuck he’s big!” Greta groaned as the donkey gave her two thirds of that two foot dick of his, humping like an over worked oil pump with slow steady in and out motions. “Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhh shitttttt!” Cried Dottie, huffing and blowing out air almost as much as the pig on her back as she gave herself over to that horrible swine.

“Damn! Look at that sweat hog with that fat ole pig, Cunt,” Mojo called out, “I’ll just bet you can’t wait for your turn with Jerry, eh?” “Yes, master,” Shelly replied, and shivered as she looked towards me with what looked like regretful apprehension.

“I told ya you ho’s would love Jerry, and Waldo.”
“Mmph, plehmph,” Becky gurgled out around that vile dog dick in her mouth.

“Don’t you worry none, Becky,” Mojo retorted, “there’s plenty of pig shit, and donkey dung in these animals to satisfy your kinky taste buds, I’m sure.”

The look of horror that came over Becky’s face then nearly made me spit out with laughter. And I could only wonder if she was really up to something that dubious, or whether Mojo was just teasing her in the first place. However there was no doubt by the looks of rapture on the three women servicing these animals that they were totally turned on by their own obscene actions against their humanity, and nature in general. And what Betty and I couldn’t see from our vantage point we saw from the five camera monitors on the opposite wall. Including close ups of those animal’s pricks sliding in and out of those three beautiful women simultaneously. And truthfully, I can’t begin to tell you which of those sights that I would pick as the most vulgar, raunchy, inexplicably filthy even if I had the next twenty years to chose.

I guess Betty pretty much felt the same way as I did, but she showed it in a different way by crawling down on her hands and knees between my legs to suck my swelling dick into her lovely maw. Now nobody sucks cock like my Shelly, but Betty was quickly taking a close second place with her enthusiastic approach. And upon seeing this Shelly got a twinkle in her eyes, and went over to Mojo to whisper in his left ear. The big black man getting that all knowing grin on his face once again as he nodded in agreement to whatever she was saying to him. Shelly quickly left stage right moving through the dinning room, to the sliding back window doors. A moment later I heard them close, and the clatter of what sounded like long finger nails scratching along the kitchen floor before she came into sight leading a huge totally black Great Dane towards us.

I knew in a flash that Shelly was about to initiate Betty into the world of bestial sex in a very BIG way. To help her, I leaned back on the stairs pulling Betty’s head with me, and causing her to rise up onto her hands and knees into the standard Doggy position. And just in time as the big hound’s muzzle moved in to lick up the full length of the split in her backside then. Unaware of who, or more specifically what, belonged to that talented tongue delving into her dripping sleeve of pleasure, Betty squirmed, wagging her ass back at that obliging anonymous cunt lapper.

“Mmmhmmmmm,” Betty crooned around my prick as Mojo moved in with one of the video cameras to catch this latest bit of nastiness in my living room. With the other four cameras set up on tri-pods Mojo could dedicate his to Betty, and the black Great Dane exclusively, and he did. Betty must have really liked what the dog was doing to her because her prowess as a cocksucker began to wane progressively. Still she was more than most men needed by a long shot. So I began to simply fuck in and out of her mouth letting her more readily appreciate the big dog’s administrations. I’d been in quite a few MMF three ways with Shelly in the recent past so I had plenty of practice to handle this unnatural affair. Allowing her to rest her upper body on my lower body I winked at Shelly to proceed. A quick look under the beasts belly notified Shelly that the Great Dane was more than ready, and willing to turn Betty into his latest unnatural human bitch. And with an evil grin of her own, Shelly lightly patted Betty’s rump in a signal for the animal to mount the wagging human rump he’d been priming with his long prehensile tongue.

The dog knew a good command when he saw it, and suddenly leaped up onto Betty’s undulating backside landing with his front legs on either side of her ticked in waist with his barbed canine prick pointing directly at his bitch’s flowery sleeve.

“Whath tha futhk!” Betty cried out around my prick as she realize for the very first time what her new found lover really was. “Relax, Betty,” I said smiling down at her, “you’re on canine camera!” And then, as the dog’s cock sliced right into her human pussy, Betty squealed like the pig Mojo had ordained all of these whores hours ago. “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!”

It had never occurred to me that Betty might not want to become a bestial slut. After all, she was part of Shelly’s most inner circle of sensualists. And they had no qualms about trying anything, and I mean anything sexual. At least that’s the way it had been thus far. So watching the horror fill up her face was slightly disconcerting for me at that moment. But when the horror began to dilute into simple fear, then ooze into passion, I started to breath again. A quick look at the monitor showing Mojo’s camera made me breath a lot easier too. The close up showed the dog’s knot forming, but just outside of Betty’s tight little slit with plenty of doggy cock inside of her to give her quite a thrill a the dog pumped furiously at a blinding speed in and out of Betty’s cunt. “Ohph, oomph, yeth!” Betty warbled sucking me once again with a real vigor as the dog fucked her senseless from behind at the same time. The room erupted into sound then as all four women, and their animal lovers surged into the temple or orgasm. The donkey braying, the pig as well as the women squealing, and the dogs howling as if baying at a full moon. The noise creating a gathering from the basement as those left standing down there came up to see what all the commotion was all about. Greta damn near squirting off of that donkey’s cock as his hose blew slid to the other edge of the padded bench with the blast of cum exploding into her womb. Dottie gasping under the weight of that gross pig as his curly cue prick filled her human pussy with its vile seed. And Becky choking as the dog’s cock spilled a quart of thin canine seed down her throat overflowing from her lips onto the latex enveloping her flesh. It was both a ghastly, and fascinating sight to behold for all of us looking on in total amazement. For it was just as obvious to all of us that all four women were cuming right along with their animal lovers. And I came in Betty’s mouth then so that in effect I had come in every hole she owned this day.

The party was fast winding down when the sun peeked up over the eastern horizon. And by then every one of the women had taken on both the pig, and the donkey, though Betty only let the burro lick her pussy to orgasm. Which meant that save for Betty, one could fist fuck any of the other women without causing them any pain. Something Mojo proved with both Becky, and Shelly simultaneously with his own hands for the cameras. By then though, Becky had been pissed on by everyone there, and made to lick the offending drop cloth clean at least six times before fainting and being shit on by both the donkey, and the pig. In all, one hell of a party by anyone’s standards.

The fun lasted all of six months before the women began showing, and we had to stop taping them, but the web site continues on, as we are spacing the downloads, and Shelly has assured me that she has several new friends with slutty inclinations to throw into the web arena. I can’t wait to tape Shelly’s delivery. Either way, white, her brother’s, meaning my child, or black some nigger’s baby, it doesn’t really matter. As I said, Shelly is one low down filthy piece of trailer trash slut, isn’t she.

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