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.

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