Saturday ritual with the BNWO

My wife works in real estate, dresses to the nines, and always looks sharp and professional. She's 31, blonde, nice body, firm tits. Her business suits wrap her like candy. She does some residential, but mostly commercial properties. There was an investment group who bought a large warehouse and accompanying complexes in the sketchier part of town. My wife brokered the sale and received a massive commission. We now have crazy money in our accounts.

I asked her who the investment group was and what they did. She gave some cryptic name and said what they did was confidential. I didn't think much of it or make the connection when weird shit started showing up in the mail. We started getting packages of fishnet stockings, ball gags, dildos, strap-ons, dog collars, and leashes. I asked her, "Did you order this shit?" She replied, "Do you want a new sports car or not?" She said that she needed me to take her to a meeting on Saturday.

I woke up Saturday and she, I guess, was already dressed, but not in a way I've ever seen her. She was in a latex bodysuit with openings over her tits and crotch. She was also wearing a dog collar. I asked, "What the fuck is this shit about?!?" She replied that I needed to take her to meet with Spike at the warehouse. I said, "The one you just sold?" She replied, "Yes. It was part of the deal."

We got down there and my wife got out of the car and dropped on all fours. She told me to put the leash on. She demanded to be walked like a dog. I pressed the intercom button outside and asked for Spike. The guy said they would roll up the doors to the warehouse and to come in.

I didn't have a good feeling about this at all. We got inside and there must have been twenty black dudes in there all wearing the same shirts that said, "Bitch Professor" in gothic font.

This huge guy, maybe 6'8" and muscular, came over and introduced himself to me as Spike. He shook my hand and damn near crushed it. He thanked me for coming, and said my wife "had to go to school." He grabbed her leash and brought her over to the guys who were standing in a circle.

The next two hours were a blur. I got stripped, throat fucked, and demeaned as I readied guys to fuck my wife. I sucked cock not only for the first time, but by the end of the ordeal I was conditioned to even like it. I was able to look over occasionally to see my wife getting quadruple penetrated and spermed at least every three minutes. She was somewhat howling, but it was hard to tell when she always had at least a dick, sometimes two, in her mouth.

By the end, my wife was so fucked out that she couldn't get up to walk. They put her in a wheelbarrow and brought her over to me. She was dripping seed from every hole. Spike said to me, "Da first meeting went well. See ya next week."

We have been going to meetings with them every Saturday morning now like clockwork. I don't like to admit it, but by meeting #3 my ass got violated. I'll just say that they call him Spike for a reason. The shame is palpable.

I like my newfound wealth and I'm glad my wife is successful professionally, but at what cost? I spend most of my Friday evenings with my head in the toilet, bobbing for my own turds, while wondering what the next Saturday meeting will bring.