Lady Denisa's Gang Banged

Though my pussy was raw from the pounding it had taken that evening, being in charge let me move in the way that felt best. I received yet another load of black mans cum in my very fertile womb and shuddered in orgasm as his shot his virile sperm inside me.

In the morning we were surprised to get the news that the squadron with my husband in command would land back here at home base this very day. All the wives and male personal assembled to great the conquering hero's. As soon as they landed my husband the Group Captain arranged a home coming speech.

We wives dressed in our most conservative clothing to look the part. Though my pussy was still tender so I didn't wear any knickers under the tweed skirt. My husband Lord Henry welcomed the cessation of hostilities in Europe. Then he thanked us wives for being chaste and patiently waiting for our men folks return. Although well disciplined there were winks and sniggers from the other ranks at this.

Before we greeted our men Veronica whispered, "Don't forget girls, get your husbands to do you bare back tonight just in case!" Mary said she would but told me she much preferred old men, the older the better. She said old men took their time ensuring she orgasmed before they came inside her.

I kissed my husband and told him how much I'd missed him. This was true had he been here I'd never have cuckolded him and certainly not encouraged the black men to gang bang me.

That night I seduced him into having me, in the missionary position as usual. He came in me but I'd been spoilt sexually by now. However I resolved to return to being a faithful wife in future and to teach him the new sexual positions. That was if I could arrange it without him realizing how I knew them. Perhaps I could find a book that mentioned other positions rather than the boring missionary.

Of course I was assuming he hadn't strayed in Africa. There may be beautiful black women over there with little Henrys in their wombs at this moment. I really hoped he hadn't been faithful, as this would salve my conscience. In my mind I began to believe he'd screwed around in African whorehouses.