Five of my macho black friends came over to watch a
cricket match. But once they realised that my wife was
dead drunk; the started their own match in my wife’s
hairy pitch with their big black cum-spewing bats…poor sods still think that I didn’t know.

Although I am Indian man, unlike other normal Indians,
I have no interest in the game of cricket. Just so
slow, so unadventurous and boring – that what I thought
cricket was. All my Indian friends on the other hand
are just crazy about the game. The thing is that it is
a communal thing – watching cricket. So the other day,
there was this one day international match between West
Indies and India and it was decided that all of them
would come to my house to watch it on cable TV.

My wife Ruchi, unlike me, is also a big cricket fan and
when I told her this news, she was overjoyed. Like I
said, a cricket lover loves to watch the game with
other passionate fans.

My friends are a diverse group. There are three Indians
– Sudharak, a 42 year old, very dark, stout
Maharashtrian man; Kishore a lanky 47-year-old also
from Maharashtra; Santosh, a 55-year-old balding fat
man from Orissa and Oracle (yes, that is his name), a
62-year-old Nigerian. Sudharak has never married and is
considered a confirmed bachelor. Kishore is divorced
and although Santosh is married with two kids, his wife
lives in India to look after his aged parents. Oracle
is a widower.

My wife is 28, a hell lot many years younger than my 45
years but we are very tuned to each other’s well being
and have had a lovely married life since we married
seven years ago against a lot of criticism from her
family. She is a very sweet woman and very
accommodating.

On the day of the match, she woke up early prepared
some snacks to last through the game and got ready. She
wore a plain white summer dress which was very loose
and hid her curves unnecessarily. The hem of the dress
was slightly above her knees and she looked very sexy
even in this frumpy dress. Her hair was tied in a
ponytail and I could sense that because of the loose
dress she had not worn a bra. When she crossed her
arms, her dark nipples were very visible against the
thin white cotton. But I don’t think she had noticed
that or she wouldn’t wear that dress.

One by one the guys arrived and settled down in the
living room couch. Our couch is huge it was custom-
built by a local carpenter so that both of us could lie
down together to watch TV and there was still some
space. All the guys were wearing shorts – Sudharak and
Kishore were wearing Bermudas. Santosh and Oracle were
still wearing their running shorts since they came in
straight from the gym. Santosh and Oracle were also
soaked to the bone in sweat from their runs. They
apologized for their appearance as if they had showered
they would be late. Both my wife and I didn’t care
about such things anyway.

So all four of them settled on the couch with cushions
and the TV remote. My wife sat on a small rattan lounge
chair to the left of the couch. I had no intention of
getting bored by the game but still I sat on the couch
with my four friends, diagonally opposite to my wife.
It was early in the morning but when I passed chilled
beer cans around they were immediately snapped up. Even
before the game began (it was late because of some rain
earlier) most of them were on their third beer. My wife
doesn’t like beer so she was on gin and tonic – also
her third – and to have three gins in a row only meant
that my wife would be a goner in no time.

Anyway, the game started and as cricket goes it was
slow in the beginning and started to pick up pace after
about 20 minutes. I noticed that each time a player was
running or about to get caught, my wife would pull her
knees up to her chest in typical sports-watching
stress. And when she did that from my angle I got a
wonderful view of her sheer white panties.

I was amused at what my friends would think if they saw
the sight. Then, my wife just remained in that position
and after some time, her dangled her right leg over the
arm of the chair. Whoa! I was stunned; this angle gave
a perfect view of her panty-clad pussy.

The outline of her pussy lips was clearly defined and I
could even see a few pussy hairs peeking from the side
of her panties. She had moved her torso slightly
leftwards and this way, her panty clad pussy was
directly visible to all five of us on the couch. I
noticed with a sideways glance that Oracle had caught
on to the view and was focusing more on my wife’s
crotch than the TV screen. My wife too had been looking
in his direction more than a few times.

Next time when I went to get more beer, my wife asked
for another gin and I thought this would be a good time
to make her change her position. When I was handing her
the drink, I casually told her, “Honey, let me sit here
for a while, my back is breaking on the couch.”

She reluctantly got off and started moving to drag a
bar stool to the living room, when Oracle opened his
thick Negro lips to say, “Ruchi, my dear, a bar stool
is not meant to sit on to watch cricket. Here, let me
make some space for you to park your bottom.” With that
he nudged Santosh to move a bit and together they made
enough space for her between them. I, happy that they
wouldn’t be able to see my wife’s frisky pussy anymore,
sat down on the lounge chair. After a while when I saw
my wife from the corner of my eyes, my eyes, instead,
locked on Oracle’s shorts.

Jeez, I thought and did a double take. Snaking out from
the open flap of his running shorts, was his limp cock.
A black, thick slab of limp meat lying lazily on his
thick black thigh like a coiled serpent. It was not
fully hard but I noticed a big glob of clear liquid
forming a big drop at the end of his wrinkled foreskin.
And in front of my eyes it slowly dropped down on his
muscular thighs and slid off to be smeared on the
leather of my couch.

I wondered if this is what Ruchi was watching too. It
was hard to take my wife off that most erotic scene as
I saw my wife sandwiched between two mature man – one
of whom was staining my leather-bound couch with his
pre-cum but I glanced at the TV screen just in time
before Oracle asked me to get another beer.

I went inside the kitchen and stood holding the sink
for a while. Sipped iced cold water to calm myself and
adjusted my surprised and definitely hard cock.

When I handed him the beer, my hands brushed against
his finger tips and some sticky liquid was smeared on
my hands. I sat down and instinctively brought my
fingers to closer for a sniff. Yes, it was precum. How
bizarre! Here I was sniffing the pre-cum of my best
friend as my wife sat rubbing shoulders with him in
front of his with only a sheer spandex short separating
them.

I looked at them again and realized Oracle’s fingers
were sticky because he had shifted his hard black cock
to the side where my wife was sitting. Her fourth gin
had finished and her eyes were slightly glazed as if
she was going to fall asleep soon. To my excitement I
saw Oracle pinch the tip of his cock and scoop some
precum to smear it on his hand, and then he turned to
my wife and caressed her cheeks with the same hand,
“Sweetie, look… what a shot! Oh damn, you missed
it.” When he moved his hand, I saw a shining wet
coating over her cheeks but she didn’t feel anything.

Although she didn’t ask for it, Oracle turned to me and
said, “Hi Bhura, I think Ruchi wants another drink.”
And even without checking with her, I rushed to get
another lethal drink for her. I was only thinking with
the head on my raging cock. And my cock said it wanted
to see if that monster black cock belonging to Oracle
with probe any of my wife’s holes today. I mixed an
extra large portion of gin, mixing it well with lime
cordial. And to make better impact, I crushed two
sleeping tablets and stirred the powder well in the
drink.

When I returned my wife was in an animated state –
shouting (slurred) at the batsman to run faster to
complete the third run but her pupils were distinctly
dilated and body a bit slack. Oracle had to wrap his
arm around her shoulders to keep her from falling back.
Her dress had ridden up and was bundled around her
waist as she sat with her knees folded up to her chest.
Santosh’s hand was casually rubbing her milky thighs
with the back of his left hand. At first she didn’t
notice me but then as Oracle took the drink from my
hand and held it up to her mouth for a sip, she gulped
half the drink down in one shot. Grimacing from the
taste, she pushed the glass away but Oracle, insisting
that she finish the drink, cheered his beer with her
drink and said, “Bottoms up sweetie! One for the sixer
in the game,” and sure enough to cheer the Indian team,
my supportive wife finished the drink in a second gulp.

Oracle handed the empty glass back to me and winked.
“Ruchi is in a very good mood today. She is being a
good girl. I hope you don’t mind her sitting here?” I
pretended I didn’t hear what he said and pretended I
was more interested in the game and turned towards the
TV screen.

Before sitting down, I turned the lounge chair towards
the TV so that my back was directly to the couch and my
friends, especially Oracle, would think I can’t see
anything there. But they didn’t know that I had a
better view now as I could clearly see what was going
on behind me in the antique mother-or-pearl inlaid
mirror next to the TV set.

As the game progressed on TV the sexually charged games
increased on my couch. With the strong drink mixed with
the sleeping pills, within no time my wife was gone.
She was now completely unconscious and had slumped back
on the cushions. Oracle’s hand was on her bare thigh
and slowly inching towards her pussy. I noticed the
crotch of her panties was wet with her pussy juices –
confirming my suspicion that she had already been
aroused with all the viewing of Oracle’s cock and all
the touching and rubbing.

I saw Santosh and Oracle looking at each other and
grinning ear to ear at the bright prospects of
molesting my beautiful wife. Santosh’s hand had sneaked
inside my wife’s panty and was fingering her moist and
wet pussy. I could see his thick fingers pushing in my
wife’s steaming hole. I could also see his cock snaking
out of his running shorts. It was not as big as
Oracle’s pussy stretcher but it was much bigger than
mine and thick to boot.

Kishore and Sudharak were now also aware of the going
on and they were sneaking peeks at Santosh’s finger
fucking of my wife’s pussy just a few feet behind my
back. They were slowly rubbing their growing hard-ons.
I heard Oracle whisper something in Kishore’s ears and
he grinned broadly. Next moment, he came over and sat
on the arm of my lounge chair to block my view in the
mirror. I was flabbergasted. He put his arm around me
and started talking about how he needed to stretch his
legs a bit. We sat in silence as the loud noises from
TV blocked any noises behind me. About 10 minutes like
this and I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up and
Kishore, slightly nervous, held me down preventing me
from getting up. “What’s the hurry dude, where are you
going?” he asked.

“Let me grab some beers,” I said and he let go of my
shoulders. I turned around to see my wife half slumped
down, her head in Santosh’s lap and a string of clear
liquid which could not have been her saliva, hanging
from her mouth. I also caught Santosh placing a cushion
to cover his crotch. Coincidentally, Oracle also had a
cushion on his lap.

What made my head dance with erotic flashes was the
sight of thick pearly white liquid seeping from my
wife’s red pussy. The pussy looked like it had just
been mauled mercilessly. There was no sign of her panty
and though someone had hastily covered her bottom by
pulling her dress down, I could still see her pussy and
her pubic hair matted with some thick sticky liquid. I
feigned ignorance as Santosh and Oracle shouted
encouragements to the Indian cricket team.

“Beer, anyone?” I asked in an intentionally slurred
voice, and all hands rose up. I walked as if I was
drunk, held the back of a chair, grabbed a wall and
like… so that everybody would know that I am too gone
to notice what they were doing with my unconscious
wife. I didn’t return for a long time and watched from
behind a curtain. Oracle removed his cushion and wiped
his slimy cock wet with probably my wife’s pussy juices
and his own cum on the cushion leaving a sticky stain.

Santosh wasted no time in inserting his thick precum
coated cock in my wife’s mouth and started humping her
like it was a pussy. Although my wife was drugged, she
was in a way reacting and sucking on his big purple
helmet of the cock. When I finally grabbed four chilled
beers and returned Santosh was in no position to stop
what he was doing and erupted a big load of cum in her
mouth. He pinched her nose shut so that she swallowed
most of his semen. When he saw me he again covered his
wet shrinking cock with a cushion.

I handed them their beers and nonchalantly looked at my
wife. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips. I
felt Santosh’s long cock, peeking slightly from under
the cushion; brush my cheeks with its uncut tip as I
planted a deep French kiss on my drugged wife. I could
smell the musky, mushroomy aroma of Santosh’s sperm. I
tasted his cum on my wife’s lips and I got up I wiped
his precum from my cheek, looked at it and smiled,
“Poor thing, she is so deep in sleep that she is
drooling her saliva all over Santosh, sorry buddy.”
Both Oracle and Santosh, looking slightly tense because
of the situation, sighed with relief and smiled, “its
okay mate!”

As I resumed my place on the lounge chair, Oracle got
up and stood next to me, probably as a back up so that
Kishore and Sudharak could take their turns with my
wife. But with Oracle sitting next to me, it was very
hard for to ignore the smell of his still sperm and
pussy juice coated cock, just inches from me, and the
way he was leaning against the back of the chair. As he
placed his arm over my shoulder, my body jerked
uncontrollably at the thought of touching a man who had
just fucked my wife minutes ago.

Then he placed his right leg on the arm of the chair so
that his wet long cock dropped down from the side of
his running shorts. A big dollop of remaining cum
inside his balls had gathered at the tip of his cock
and was becoming dangerously heavy, and ready to fall.
I sex-crazed mind placed my unturned hand directly
under his cock as a big strand of my black mature
buddy’s cum landed on my palm. As the strand finished
falling down, it formed a dime sized pool and I,
keeping an eye on Oracle’s vision which was
conveniently glued to the TV screen, brought my hand to
my mouth and licked the blubber of that sticky thick
bodily fluid. Oh what a heady taste and delicious
aroma.

I had to get close to it so I let my head fall sideways
as if I had dozed off and sure enough his limp and
heavy cock, along with the long hanging hairy balls,
landed on my nose. The balls splayed to both sides of
my nose completely blocking air passage so I had to
start breathing through my mouth. The sweaty smell of
his balls was making me feel dizzy.

Oracle noticed what had happened and his hand
readjusted his balls in a way that they were now
hanging on to one side on my face, warm – crinkly
balls. But as he must have looked down (I am sure he
must have as I was not about to ruin my fab chances of
being close to this fat black cock by opening my eyes)
and noticed that I was as gone as my wife, he rubbed
the wrinkly head of his heavy cock on my parted lips.
One bigger dollop of remaining cum went inside my mouth
as he milked it out of his cock. I involuntarily licked
my lips.

I heard a chuckle as Oracle softly called Sudharak
over, “You won’t believe come over here and see this.”
Next I heard another soft laughter. That must have been
Sudharak, “I can’t believe you are trying to fuck
Bhura’s mouth with your cock, Oracle. You naughty boy!
Move over, you have already had your share of fun with
his cunt wife, now while I wait for my turn after
Kishore, let me have some fun with this cocksucker.”

There was some reshuffle and I felt my head being
placed on a cushion. Next thing I felt a scorching hot
rod of steel probe my mouth. The rod was also leaking
some liquid. Had to be Sudharak’s cock I thought and
said without opening my eyes, “Yes darling let me suck
your big fat nipples…let me milk them dry… fuck my
mouth with your hard nipples and give me some milk.”

I heard a chorus of laughter and this time they were
not controlling the volume of their voice. Sudharak
pulled my head with my ears and his fat cock – at least
10 times fatter than my wife’s nipples, entered my
mouth. He fucked me steadily for a few minutes and then
as his movements became faster, I heard him say, “Oh
fuck this is too good to be true…much as I would love
to breed that whore of his wife, I can’t hold my cum…
here it cums you faggot, take my milk, yeah suck on my
cock and drink my sperm… yeah… ohhhhh…” and with
that he unloaded a big torrent of his pungent and
bitter cum straight in my mouth.

I could feel the forceful push of his cum-geyser in my
mouth and I swallowed it down eagerly. As he retracted
his cock from my mouth, I pretended that I had woken up
and just in time before he stashed his spent but
shining black cock inside his Bermudas. I turned
quickly to see what were they doing to my wife and saw
my wife lying sprawled on the couch. She was in the
doggy position with her ass sticking out obscenely.

Santosh was holding her waist as Kishore plummeted her
pussy hole with a massive 10-inch hammer of a cock.
Oracle’s cock, about the same length as Kishore but
only thicker with blue black veins sticking out, was
fucking my wife’s slackened mouth. It was perfect
timing for everybody. Just as I turned, I saw Kishore
plunge his cock deep inside my wife’s pussy as his ass
clenched and he unloaded his fertile sperm inside to
breed my wife. Oracle erupted another cum geyser inside
her mouth.

I slumped and lay next to my wife – face to face, just
as Oracle wiped his cock on my mouth and clamped our
mouths together so that all his fresh cum flooded my
mouth from my wife’s mouth. And as I lapped it up, he
smiled and told me, “Don’t worry your wife is just
drooling over me.” I thought, “Yeah right,” but
continued sucking his sperm from my wife’s mouth.