The doorbell rang and I took a deep, calming breath. I think I was more nervous than my wife was, that day. MY wife was still in the bedroom getting ready, so I got up and went to the door, looking through the peephole. It’s exactly who I thought it would be, so I opened the door and greeted our guest. “Hello!” I said, a bit too enthusiastically, and the man jumped for a moment.
“Uh, hey.” The guy said, looking past me and into the house, “I think I might have the wrong house.” He was a large black man, maybe 6’6’’ with short hair. He seemed to be uncomfortable in our well-to-do neighborhood, and shifted his feet nervously.
“Nope. This is the place!” I put out my hand and he took it, shaking, and I let him into the house. Closing the door behind me, I ran ahead of him to the bedroom and knocked on the door, “Oh honey! Our guest is here!”
I heard several things fall over in the bedroom, it sounded like makeup or whatever other things she keeps in our en suite, and heard her stutter out “One second!”I turned and rolled my eyes at the guest “women” I mouthed and made my way to the kitchen.
“Anything I can get you to drink, Tyrone?” I asked, sounding far more nonchalant than I felt since this man was here to fuck my wife. He shook his head and put out his hand politely to decline my offer.
A few minutes of standing there in awkward silence, my wife finally opened the bedroom door. She looked stunning, probably the most beautiful I had ever seen her look since our wedding day all those months ago. This was her 25th birthday present, and she seemed to be more excited about it than world-wide cruise we went on last year.
My wife stood there, diamond earrings dangling from her hears, pearl necklace on her neck. Her hair looked like it did on our wedding day, and she wore her finest set of black lingerie. I noticed the bra was a bit tighter on her than she probably thought comfortable, since I bought her new breasts a few years ago to bring her to a solid DD cup.
Tyrone rubbed his chin with his hand, looking her up and down, then nodding. I saw my wife heave a sigh of relief with his approving nod, and felt a bit better for her. “Shall we retire to the bedroom?” My wife asked, stepping back into the bedroom in her high heel stilettos. When she turned I saw her black thong and my loins stirred as well.
We all entered the bedroom and I closed the door behind us, the soft light of the bed-side lamp was the only thing to really see with. It was enough to see my wife’s nipples already erect and her breathing already heavier. I took my place in the corner chair and prepared for this man to mount my wife.
She walked up to him, a full foot and a half taller than her, and looked up at him with eyes of a beggar. He leaned down and kissed her softly, running his hand through her curly hair. They kissed for several moments, and then he laid her back on the bed. She bit her lip as he kissed his way down her neck, over her breasts, down her stomach, and then finally stopping just above the elastic band of her favorite panties. I was starting to get erect myself and resituated in my seat to make things more comfortable for myself. I began to unzip my pants when Tyrone looked at me, “Yo, don’t make this weirder than it already is, man. Let me fuck your girl then you can jerk off after I leave.”
I stopped and looked at my wife, slightly annoyed, but she shook her head quickly as if to say ‘don’t make him leave’ so I stopped, sighed, and then bowed my head in apology. “Sorry,” was all I could say, averting my eyes.
Tyrone grunted and used that time to pull my wife’s panties down, “Damn G, your girl keeps her lawn nice and mowed,” he laughed sticking his tongue out against her hot pussy. She breathed and closed her eyes, moaning slightly against the pillow. I couldn’t help but bite my lip in jealousy.
His face was fully pressed against her pubic area, now, licking and sucking on whatever he could find as his large hands groped against her breasts after pulling them free from her bra. I could see the nipple clamps she liked to wear were already doing their job of keeping her nipples nice and sensitive.
She put her leg up on one of Tyrone’s shoulders while he ate her, until he stood up straight and began to rifle through his pockets. My wife sat up quickly, worried that he was about to leave until he put his hand out, “Calm down, bitch, I’m just getting a condom for this.” She whimpered at me and shook her head.
I sat up a little straighter, “Oh, uh, we talked about it earlier, and she…we decided that we would prefer you not use one. We’ve been trying to have a child recently and figure we wouldn’t get in the way of nature if this is how we were meant to conceive.” Tyrone arched an eyebrow at me for a moment, so I quicky added, “My name will go on the birth certificate no matter what.” Tyrone laughed for a second, shrugged, and pulled down his pants.
My gasp was only muted by my wife’s louder gasp, I would say his giant cock was about as long as my forearm and just as thick, I looked at my wife to make sure she was okay, but she wasn’t even looking at me. She stared at his meat stick, transfixed. I think she even drooled a little. She sat up suddenly and drawled out, “May I suck on it for a moment, first?” Tyrone shrugged and placed it against her face, his entire member was longer than her face! I heard my wife giggle.
She cupped his large balls and began struggling to fit the head of his cock in her mouth. She wasn’t very into oral sex, but I guess she was just being polite. She pulled her mouth away for a moment, leaving little trails of spittle between her mouth and the head of his donkey dick and looked up at him, “Would you please fuck my face, sir?” I was shocked, I knew my wife didn’t like sucking dick, since she never sucked mine! He ignored me and started gently rocking his cock in and out of her mouth. He couldn’t get very far before she started gagging, but she waved off his concern and pulled reached behind his back to pull him further into her mouth. Her eyes were bugging out of her head when she finally pushed him back, she’d made it a good distance down his shaft, but she was coughing and hacking like he’d stabbed her.
She laid back and spread her legs, he got on his knees on the bed and began rubbing the head of his stiff cock against her swollen clit. Her moans were unlike any I’d ever heard, and a few seconds later I knew he had entered her. She grabbed one of our throw pillows and screamed into it, Tyrone just shook his head and laughed, “Relax bitch, that was just the head. I know what I’m doing.”
My pathetic excuse for a cock was rock hard against my tightie-whities, and it took everything in me not to pull it out and risk upsetting this bull of a man. After a few minutes of rhythm and grinding, he finally entered her all the way to the hilt of his amazing dick. My wife was shaking with pleasure, drooling in ecstacy. Her expensive jewelry coated in sweat and her stockings torn from his rather rough manipulation of her limbs. He increased the speed at which he thrusted, and she screamed accordingly, until he was in a squatting position fucking her like a piston.
My wife’s big fake tits bounced with each of his mighty strokes into her, and I couldn’t help anymore but take out my tiny white dick and masturbate furiously. If Tyrone knew I’d done this, he didn’t care, as he was balls deep in my wife. His breathing had only barely deepened as he assumed this strange position and kept fucking her.
He turned her on the side, towards me, and kept ramming into her too-small cunt for his giant rod. “Look at your husband while I ruin white men for you,” he commanded, and she instantly opened her eyes and stared me in the eyes while he reamed her. I could see that she was in a broken state of pleasure and probably didn’t even see me.
After about 20 minutes of this black bull stretching my wife’s pussy, he finally let loose several grunts of pleasure. I knew he was filling up my wife’s white womb with his baby batter, and she moaned so loudly and came so hard that I could swear she cried a little. I came at the same time, my own pathetic cum oozing out of my cock and onto my hand. Tyrone pulled his dick out without preamble, and my wife moaned again.
Tyrone nodded began to get dressed quietly, then looked at her just before walking out of our bedroom and said, “Yo, that wasn’t bad for a white girl.” I looked at my wife and felt like she finally saw me, smiling gratefully. It was the happiest I’d ever seen her. We heard the doorbell ring again, but before I could even get up to check, Tyrone yelled from the front hallway, “Oh yeah I invited a few of my friends over to get a load of you, too!”
I moved to get up and protest, but my wife quickly shushed me, “Don’t you fucking ruin this for me, white boy!” I stared at her in shock as 3 more men, each just as big as Tyrone, walked into the room. They couldn’t see me in the corner, so as they walked in one of the men said, “You married or something? All this fancy shit in the house.”
The last thing I remember seeing was my wife shake her head No, that she did not have a husband, before all three men approached her and cut her off from my sight.
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