A Big Black Rooster..interacial, wife, cockold.. mmf

I am married to a lovely women, 5’2", green eyes, long black hair and a
stunning body. I met her in a bar. At first I thought she must have been a
native American as all the men in the bar would greet her with, "How,
Much." I noticed she had no problem with getting dates but men would
seem to go out with her for an hour or so then it would be over and she
would be back looking for romance. Not being skilled with small talk
and women I took my chance one day as she was between dates and
introduced myself.

"Hello Miss Much." She looked at me strangely, I think it was love at
first sight.

"My name is John." I told her. 

"Your all Johns in here." she told me. I was amazed, what are the odds
of a bar with at least 30 people in it all being called John?

"I would like to take you out, and I will be nice to you. I mean the other
boyfriends you have dont seem to be with you long enough to even take
you for a meal." I knew this impressed her because she asked me if I
was for real. After a bit more chat I found out that Much was just her
nick name and How was just the way the fellows in the bar greeted
everybody. She told me her name was Christine. Within two days we
were married. Christine told me that I was too good to be true, and the
fact that I had been left a lot of money by a relative didn't seem to put
her off in any way.

Well that was two years ago. We have a nice house with a large garden
and everything seemed to be going along fine until a week before her
birthday, 5th of November. I asked her what she wanted as a present.

"Can I have anything I want?" She asked.

"Anything darling, you know that."

"I want a black cock, a BIG black cock" She said

"If that’s what you want I will get it for you." I told her. I must admit I
was shocked, she had never shown any interest in animals before.
Anyway way two days before her birthday I had the chicken run built
while she was out having her hair done. Then I went to see a friend who
always seemed to be able to get me anything I needed with out the need
for me to go shopping, (everyone knows him as Nick the thief by the
way). When I told him my wife had asked for a black cock for her
birthday he choked on the sandwich he was eating. I insisted that it
should be the biggest he can find as Christine had been insistent on it
being big. Well, being the pal he was he delivered the cockerel within
the hour and at a very good price considering how rare he told me they
were.

I eagerly awaited Christine’s return, I know it wasn’t her birthday yet
but this was the only chance I would have of surprising her. When she
arrived home I told her I had something for her but she would have to
wear a blindfold.

"You’ve never shown an interest in this sort of thing before." She said. I
had no idea what she meant but that’s women for you. I led her into the
backyard, positioned her infront of the coop and removed her mask.

"Happy birthday." I said expecting hoots of delight. She stood silent for
a while then to my dismay she turned to me red faced and angry.

"You stupid fucking idiot." She hissed through gritted teeth. "I suppose
I’ll have to arrange things myself, as usual." She growled as she turned
and stormed into the house. Cuthbert (The name I gave the bird) and I
were left not knowing what I had done wrong.

The next two days were spent in silence, even Cuthbert had kept quiet,
I think Christine’s outburst had unsettled him. Around twelve noon on
her birthday there was a knock on the door so I answered it. I was met
by a well built Afro Caribbean who told me his name was Joe and that
Christine had asked him to call as she needed a gardener and a friend of
hers had recommended him. I took him through to the garden, as we
passed the bedroom door Christine called out. "Is that Joe?" I told her
yes and she said she’d be right out.

It was unusually hot so I poured Joe a beer while we waited, I noticed
him looking towards Cuthbert.

"That’s Cuthbert." I told him. "He’s a birthday present for my wife. Can
you see anything wrong with him?" I asked, maybe he would know why
Christine had been so disappointed. "Do you think its the list, my friend
said it has a list?"

"Dont know much about chickens." Joe said shrugging his shoulders
then sipping his beer.

"Christine asked me for a big black cock for her present but went mad
when I gave it to her." I told Joe. He spat the mouthful of beer out he
had just taken and after a few seconds began to laugh. Bewildered by
his reaction I was about to ask why he was laughing when Chris arrived.
She wore a short white dress and standing with the sun too her back
you could see the wonderful sexy shape of her body silhouetted through
it. She had obviously spent some time making herself up and I could see
Joe was impressed by the way he stared open mouthed at my wife. She
sat on a chair on the patio and called us over.

"So your Joe." Christine said. "I’ve heard glowing reports about you."
She said as we sat opposite her. Her dress had rose up as she had sat
and she was showing quite a lot of leg. I hoped it did not embarrass
Joe.

"Your husband was just showing me your birthday present." Joe said, a
big grin on his face."

She smiled back, "What am I going to do with him." As she talked she
uncrossed and crossed her legs revealing her bushy triangle of hair. I
was sure that Joe had seen this too. So I leaned across to Christine and
whispered in her ear.

"You’ve forgotten to put your knickers on."

She lifted the front of her dress, at the same time uncrossed her legs
again and slightly parting them showing the puffy pink lips of her pussy
as she did.

"Oh dear, so I have. The way Joe’s staring I dont think he minds."

I felt uneasy the way she was acting it was as if she wanted Joe to see
her.

"So what do you want me to do." Joe asked his attention now fixed on
Christine’s breasts the darkness and shape of her nipples clearly visible
through the fabric. As if on que Cuthbert uttered his first sound since his
arrival. "Fuck, fuck". Christine and Joe turned to me. I now know what
Nick the thief had really meant. I thought he had told me that the
chicken had a list, one leg shorter than the other I had thought. What he
must have said was the chicken had a lisp and obviously couldn’t
pronounce his ‘B’s.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck her doodle doo." Cuthbert sang in full voice. The
young child next door who must have been playing out could be heard
rushing into his mother shouting "mummy, mummy the chicken said
fuck." We heard a sharp slap and a child crying. "It did say fuck." Said
the indignant child between sobs. "Get to your room." An angry voice
yelled.

To my surprise Christine’s eyes lit up. "The chickens got the right idea
Joe." She stood and took his hand. "Why dont you fuck my doodle,
doo."

She took him into the house, I was stunned. I dont know how long it
was, maybe 5 or ten minutes I heard Christine calling me. I followed her
voice into the bedroom and was met by two naked bodies. Chris was
on her knees infront of Joe, she held his dick in her hand, her fingers
just
able to meet. "This is a big black cock, idiot." She said then began to
suck and lick on his prick like it was a lolly pop.

"She’s right man." Joe said looking at me with a superior grin on his
face. "And in a few short minutes your gonna see your bird being well
and truly stuffed with it."

I went to leave. "Stay there and watch." Christine ordered. She dragged
Joe over to the bed and he positioned himself between her legs. I could
see his big black veiny organ press at the opening of Christine’s cunt.
His helmet inched into her and she begged to Joe to wait. "Sing happy
birthday to me John, I want you to sing happy birthday to me while Joe
fills me with his cock."

By the time they had had enough of fucking each other I had a sore
throat from singing happy birthday. Joe had filled her cunt with three
loads of cum, most of which his pounding big cock had forced out of
her and now formed a large wet gooey patch on the bed sheets but
there was still enough left to form a sticky stream that ran from her
womb and down her arse.

As Christine regained her breath she turned to me and said softly. "Do
you know what sort of big black cock I wanted now fool."

"Yes darling." I said apologetically.

"Now listen carefully, for Christmas I’ll be expecting you to get me a
black cock or two."

"Yes Christine." I answered deep in thought. I’ve seen yellow
cockatoo’s before but never black ones. Maybe Nick the thief could
help me out, he might also be able to get the cage.