Haunted by Ex Wife


By WimpHub


I married Denise, my childhood sweetheart 18 years ago when
we were both twenty. I remember how she looked on our
wedding day, nearly 6' in her high heels with long, jet-
black hair, pale skin and a beautiful young face. I recall
we looked slightly odd in the photos, with me being only
5'4", and slightly built, against her firm, full figure.

Denise had put on a few pounds over the years, but in all
the right places so that she looked even more sexy, and drew
admiring glances everywhere we went. Not that I benefited
much from her voluptuous figure. Over the years our sex life
had been reduced to virtually nil, she just did not seem at
all interested in bedroom activities.

Our troubles really started about three years ago, when I
was off work for some time with a debilitating illness, a
side effect of which was that I became temporarily impotent.
Denise was very sympathetic at first, but began to get
irritable with me after a time, particularly when she was
forced to get a job to ensure we could keep our rented
apartment. Things improved when she found she enjoyed her
job, as she was working with a pleasant young black guy
named Steve, who was a great help to her. She brought him
round for drinks a couple of times, and I found him good
company.

After a couple of months, Denise began to change. She seemed
much happier, even though she had to work late rather a lot.
I thought no more about it until one night she came home a
little the worse for drink, somewhat dishevelled and with a
love bite on her neck. It was obvious what she had been up
to.

"Steve has been fucking you, hasn't he?" I accused her, my
heart pounding and my mouth dry.

"Yes he has," she replied, with no hint of remorse. "Nearly
every night for the past three weeks, as a matter of fact.
He has a huge, stiff cock, and he has given me more pleasure
in those three weeks than you and your tiny limp dick have
given me in fifteen years. He will continue to fuck me as
well, whether you like it or not you pathetic little eunuch,
because I am having the best fun of my life!" I was
devastated by her cruel words.

"Please Denise," I begged. "I know I can't perform in bed at
the moment, but it will be better soon and we can get back
to normal."

"Yes, but you will still be a lousy fuck," she sneered. "And
now I have tasted the power of a real man's cock, your
little thing will be redundant, even if you can get it stiff
again!"

So it went on. Her affair with Steve only lasted a couple of
months, but after that she began to go out regularly and
find other, preferably black lovers. She would take great
delight in coming home and taunting me about the long, thick
black meat that had been stretching her mouth and her pussy.
Her taunts became more painful when I returned to health,
and was capable of resuming sexual relations. Denise would
have none of it, telling me she was now only interested in
black cock, and that when she met the right man she would
leave me.

This happened just a few months later, when she met and fell
for Sam, a wealthy local gangster who lived in a big house
about a mile away from us. He was a massive man, about 6'5",
and very broad. He was a year older than Denise and I, and
ruggedly handsome. I knew I could not compete with his looks
and money, and had to accept it when Denise moved in with
him. They married as soon as our divorce came through, and I
was in a state of depression for at least a year afterwards.

Finally, things began to look up when Sarah, a 17 year old
girl joined my company. I noticed her the first day she
arrived. She was tall, like Denise, with short brunette hair
and young, innocent looking face, which was pretty enough
not to need any makeup. Her figure was gorgeous, with firm
breasts, not too big, and long, shapely legs. I made a point
of introducing myself, and offering to show her around,
which she accepted gratefully.

Sarah and I seemed to get on really well, despite our age
difference, and before long I was taking her out for dinner.
It turned out she had recently moved to town on her own,
wanting to make a fresh start. I also found out she was a
virgin, which pleased me, because she would have nothing to
compare my modest endowment to, should our relationship
develop.

It did indeed develop, and within three months I was so
infatuated, that I asked her to marry me. To my delight she
accepted, and we were married a month later. The first six
months were pretty happy, especially for me. The only thing
that troubled me was that, right from our wedding night,
Sarah said she found sex was very disappointing, and could
not understand what all the fuss was about.

As she did not know too many people, Sarah decided to join a
gym. She thought this would help keep her figure firm, and
give her the opportunity to make new friends. After a week
or two, she told me about an older woman she had become
friendly with. I was pleased for her, and suggested she may
want to invite her over. She said she would when she got to
know her a little better.

It was a couple of weeks later, when I got home from work
that Sarah told me about the surprise she had had.

"You know that woman I am friendly with?" she said. "It's
your ex wife Denise! Isn't that amazing?"

"Yes it is," I replied, feeling very uneasy. I suspected
immediately that Denise was behind this chance meeting. Her
last words to me were that she would get even with me for
all the years of good sex she had missed out on, being
saddled with a little limp-dick like me.

"When we realised," Sarah went on. "She said she would love
to see you again, as it has been a while. She told me the
divorce had been very amicable, and you could be friends.
Anyway, I have invited her and her new husband over for
dinner tomorrow, and they are going to bring her husband's
20 year old son Dan, who is staying with them."

"That's great," I said, without enthusiasm. What was Denise
up to?

The three of them arrived at around seven the next evening.
Denise immediately made pretence of being pleased to see me,
throwing her arms round me and kissing me hard on the lips.

"Lovely to see you again, Michael," she gushed. "You look
well, and you have a lovely new young bride as well. You
must be very happy."

"Yes I am," I muttered.

"You know Sam, of course," she went on. "And this is his son
Dan."

As I shook hands with Dan, I noticed he was a younger
version of his well-built father, and if anything, even
better looking. The sparkle in Sarah's eyes as she greeted
him with a kiss on the cheek did not go unnoticed by me
either.

As we sat down to dinner, I was at the head of the table
with Sarah next to Dan, and Denise next to her husband. The
conversation was animated, although it seemed to be mostly
between the four of them, while I felt slightly left out.
They were all hitting the wine rather heavily, and it was
running out. Breaking off from Dan, and speaking to me for
the first time for nearly an hour, Sarah told me to pop out
and get more wine.

I got to the shop and back very quickly, not wishing to
leave my wife alone with my ex wife and the two black men
for too long. When I returned, they were all laughing and
joking, helped by the wine they had consumed. Denise was
stroking her husband's hair and kissing him, and I realised
that even now, I was still jealous of my ex wife. I was even
more jealous of the way Dan was ogling Sarah's body, as she
now flirted openly with him.

Much more wine was consumed, and after a while Denise
brought the conversation around to sex.

"Have you ever had a black man?" she asked my wife.

"No," answered Sarah shyly. "Michael is the only man I have
slept with."

"Oh dear," Denise replied, trying to stifle a giggle. "Well
I have to say that in my experience, black men are by far
the best lovers. Certainly they are much better kissers. Why
don't you try it out? Give Dan a kiss."

Given courage by the wine, my young wife leaned over, and
gave Dan a gentle kiss on the lips. This was followed by
another, until finally her mouth was wide open, and she was
receiving the young man's tongue. This kiss seemed to go on
for several minutes.

"Wow!" gasped Sarah, as she finally broke away. "That was
fantastic! Why can't you kiss like that Michael?"

"That is not the only area where your new husband is
lacking," Denise cut in, before I could speak. "Unzip Dan's
trousers Sarah, I think you will get a surprise!"

"I don't think you should do that," I told my wife.

"Oh don't be so stuffy," she admonished me, sounding very
tipsy. "It's only a bit of fun."

With that, she undid Dan's zip, and took out his cock. She
gasped loudly at the length and girth of it, as she
automatically stroked it. In seconds it was fully erect.

"My God, Michael, look at this," she gasped. It makes yours
look like a tiny baby's cock!" The four of them laughed out
loud, as my face turned a deep shade of red.

Finally, she let go of Dan, and let his cock subside, before
gently putting it back in his trousers and zipping him up.
The conversation then changed to a different topic.

At the end of the evening, Sarah gave our three guests a
huge hug, and told them we would see them soon. Denise
pretended to give me a friendly hug, and whispered to me
that I would indeed be seeing a lot more of them. She then
grinned wickedly, making me feel very uneasy.

A week or so later, I was told by my boss that I would have
to attend a business course for two weeks, some two hundred
miles away. I knew I had to go, but did not like the idea of
leaving Sarah alone for that length of time.

"Don't worry," she said cheerily. "I won't be lonely, I am
sure I will see a lot of Denise, Sam and Dan." That is what
was worrying me.

I did not enjoy the course at all, worrying what was
happening at home. I was not due back until the Monday
evening, but as the course finished early, I travelled
overnight and got home about eight the next morning. As I
approached our apartment, I saw Sarah, in a short
nightdress, hugging and kissing Denise, Sam and Dan as they
left. I hid round a corner until they were gone and then let
myself in.

"You are early," said Sarah simply, as she gave me a quick
kiss on the cheek. I had hoped after two weeks to have been
given a huge hug, and been told that I had been missed.

"I saw Denise, Sam and Dan leaving," I said casually.

"Yes," she replied. "They stayed the weekend." I hated
myself for what I was about to say, but seeing her in that
skimpy nightdress that left nothing to the imagination, I
knew I had to ask.

"Sarah," I began, my mouth dry. "Forgive me for bringing
this up, and I know it sounds stupid, but please tell me Dan
didn't fuck you last night."

"No he didn't," Sarah replied, in a matter of fact way. I
sighed with relief.

"No, Sam fucked me last night," she went on. "And Dan fucked
Denise. We like to change over sometimes, to add to the
fun!" I was in a daze, and tried to open my mouth to speak,
but my wife interrupted me.

"Why didn't you tell me you got a kick out of being
cuckolded by black men?" she asked me. "We could have been
doing it much earlier, you would have got your kicks, and I
would have realised that sex with a real man is wonderful."

"But that isn't true," I whined. "I can't bear the thought
of you with another man, please don't do this!" My heart was
pounding at the idea of my new wife being unfaithful to me
as well, and with the man who took my first wife away from
me.

"Oh Michael," she snapped. "Denise told me you would deny
everything. She has told me all about it, how you liked to
watch her going out all dressed up, knowing she was going to
be soundly fucked, and coming home to you full of another
man's jism. And how you loved her to humiliate you by
telling you how great their big cocks were, compared to your
tiddler, and how it excited you when she denied you sex for
long periods while she pleased her lovers."

"No," I said. "That is not...."

"I am not going to listen to you," she responded
emphatically. "You could be open with your first wife, but
do not trust me enough with your little perversions." With
that, she stormed upstairs and locked the bedroom door.

I spent over an hour outside the door, trying to convince
her that Denise had been lying, but she would not listen.
Finally I went downstairs. She followed about ten minutes
later, with her coat on, and carrying an overnight bag.

"I have phoned Dan," she announced. "He says I can stay with
him for the time being. I will not come back until you start
being honest with me." She then stormed out.

After phoning her at Dan's place a number of times, still
saying Denise was lying; I decided to go and see Denise and
persuade her to tell the truth.

"Hello Michael," Denise said smugly, as she let me in. "I
hear you are having marital problems."

"You have got to tell Sarah the truth," I pleaded. "I want
her back home with me."

"What will you do for me?" Denise asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

She lifted her short skirt, and slipped off her panties.

"I think the least you could do is suck my pussy for old
times sake," she smiled. I refused.

"You do want me to speak to her don't you?" she continued.
"I should tell you that Dan's friend Jim is staying with him
at the moment, and I understand from Sarah that the two of
them are fucking her raw every night. She tells me she is
loving it, and is in no hurry at all to come home!"

"Alright," I agreed reluctantly, and knelt between my ex
wife's lewdly splayed legs starting to lap at her pussy.

"You remember when it belonged to you, before I let all
those lovely big black cocks in there?" she taunted me, as
she stroked my head.

Denise continued to tease and taunt me, as I slowly licked
her to orgasm. When I had finished the job, I stood up.
Denise placed her hand on my crotch.

"You naughty boy," she chided me. "You got a hard on licking
my pussy. What would your wife say if I told her?"

"Please don't," I begged.

"Alright," she conceded. "But I will phone her now."

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Hi Sarah," I heard her say as my wife answered. "I just
wanted to say that I forgot to tell you that it really gives
Michael a buzz if you make him lick your pussy clean after
your black lovers have drenched it with cum. Yes, I thought
you would enjoy that. Are you still taking two cocks a
night, you slut? Yes? Well I am not surprised you are
exhausted. I am sure it won't be long now before Michael
comes round to try and get you back. I think he will tell
you the truth about his wimpy fantasies this time. See you
soon, bye."

Denise laughed at me cruelly, as she saw the look on my
face. She suggested I go and see my wife right away, if I
did not want a second divorce on my hands. I had to agree
she was right.

I got a huge shock when Sarah answered the door to me. Her
beautiful brunette hair had been dyed blonde, and her pretty
face was now covered in makeup, and bright red lipstick. She
wore a short halter-top with no bra, so that her midriff was
totally exposed. Her short skirt barely covered her pussy,
and she was barefoot. She looked like a whore.

"What have you done?" I asked incredulously.

"I may be your wife," she replied. "But I am now Dan's slut,
and this is how he wants his slut to look. What do you
want?"

"I want to talk," I replied.

"You won't give me any more bullshit, will you?" she said
threateningly.

"No," I promised. We went in and sat down.

"Right," she began. "Just answer these questions so we know
where we stand. You want me to be fucked regularly by black
men, right?"

"Yes"

"You want to be made to suck the cum out of my pussy when I
come home after being fucked."

"Yes."

"You want me to constantly taunt and humiliate you, and deny
you sex for long periods while I have whoever I want."

"Yes, as long as you will come back to me."

"Very well," she said at last.

"Good," I replied. "Shall we go now?"

"No," she responded. "Dan and Jim will be home later. I will
have them both fuck me several times, and then I will come
back to you. You will wait naked on the sofa for me, however
long it takes, understand?"

"Yes," I said meekly.

She leant over as if to kiss me, and spat in my face.

"Go home little dick," she laughed. "I will see you later."

It was nearly 2.a.m. I sat there, naked as instructed
feeling wretched as I waited for Sarah to return. I heard
the front door open, and a few seconds later, she entered
the lounge. I could see she was a little drunk, and there
was no doubt she had spent the evening being ravished.

"How sweet," she slurred. "The dutiful husband, waiting for
his unfaithful wife to return full of other men's cum. On
your knees, you little pussy."

I knelt before her as she slowly began to undress. She
slipped off the top, to reveal very red breasts.

"Look at that," she laughed. "That's from all the mauling
and sucking they have had to put up with tonight!"

She slipped off the short skirt to reveal her sopping pussy,
directly before my eyes. She pulled the puffy lips apart, to
show the white cum bubbling around the entrance.

"See what those horny fuckers have done to your poor wife'
cunt!" she exclaimed. "They have turned me into a cock
sucking, leg spreading, black man's whore, and I love it!
Your poor little cock will hardly get a look in in future, I
promise you. Now suck those lovely boy's slime out of me,
and be grateful your wife is at last getting the rough
fucking she deserves!"

Tears came into my eyes as I lapped away at her abused
pussy, as she belittled and taunted me. When I had finished,
I stood up, and she ordered me to follow her upstairs,
telling me that the little erection I was sporting would not
be going anywhere. We got into bed naked, and she put her
arms around me.

"We are going to have a kissing session," she explained. "To
see how long we can keep that cock stiff and unsatisfied.
Make the most of it, after tonight you will not be allowed
to kiss me again."

Sarah spent the next hour cock teasing me, until I felt I
could take no more. Finally she broke away.

"I have decided you will not have any sex for at least a
month," she announced to my chagrin, as she reached into the
bedside drawer. "However, Denise tells me you are likely to
be unfaithful, or more disgustingly that you will jerk
yourself off. So she has bought me this present. This is a
cock cage, which you will wear all the time you are not with
me. It will prevent you getting an erection, and coming
without permission. I know it will be frustrating for you,
particularly when Denise and I are teasing you with our
bodies, but that's part of the fun isn't it? Denise has
promised she will help me all she can with your humiliation,
so I reckon you will be seeing as much of her pussy as you
do of mine. And you won't be allowed to enter either of
them! Oh, this is going to be so much fun!

I slept very little that night, dreading what humiliation
and degradation I was going to suffer at the hands of my
wife and ex wife, and their lovers.

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