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My Wife Spends The Night At A Friends - Part 2 free porn video
It had been almost a week and I still hadn't confronted my wife about her weekend away. Every time I looked at her I could see that man's huge black dick in her mouth, but I just couldn’t bring myself to ask her what really happened or why she decided to cheat on me.
We had sex the night she came home. I don't know why I went through with it knowing my wife's pussy had been thoroughly stretched by another man's big black dick. I didn't resist when she asked me to go down on her because I figured the black man's cum would have made its way out by now. I couldn't have been more wrong. The second my tongue hit my wife's pussy I could taste the thick salty cum still oozing out of my wife.
She held my head against her as she pushed glob after glob of another man's cum into my mouth while she asking, "how does that pussy taste?"
My dick was rock hard in spite of how humiliated I felt eating cum from my wife's pussy. Once she let me up I climbed on top of her to finally slide my dick into her. My wife's pussy was so loose I couldn't feel more than my dick sliding along the bottom wall. After a minute or so of pushing my dick into her stretched out hole, I felt a warm gooey substance filling the open areas around my shaft.
Before I knew it, my dick was sloshing back and forth through what could only be more of this man's seemingly endless load of cum. Once I realized my dick was coated with another man's cum I started bucking like wild.
"Fuck my wet, sloppy pussy!" My wife moaned, knowing my dick was coated with another man's semen.
It felt incredible to be fucking my wife's cum filled pussy. Less than thirty seconds later I added my load to her already sloppy gash.
I tried to initiate sex with my wife every night for the rest of the week only to be turned down every time. It all became clear on Thursday as I was leaving for work.
"Oh, by the way, I plan on spending the weekend with Trish again," she mentioned, as I walked out the door.
The way she casually mentioned she planned on getting fucked by a black man blew my mind. She lied to me with ease like it had already become routine. I spent the entire day thinking about my wife sucking on a huge black dick and picturing all the different positions he would be fucking her in.
Not wanting to face my wife I decided to work late that night and by the time I returned home that night, she was already in bed. I took this opportunity to make sure I could still connect to her laptop remotely. In addition to that I installed an app on her phone that allowed me to activate the microphone and camera just in case she didn't bring her laptop.
I woke up Friday morning with the intent to confront my wife, still unsure of what to say.
"Hey honey, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked.
"I'm really busy right now," she replied, as she switched between packing her bag and texting on her phone.
"You're going away for the whole weekend; can't you spare just a few minutes for your husband?" I asked.
"Fine, what is it?" She sighed in frustration.
"So, are you going anywhere besides Trish's house this weekend?" I asked.
"What kind of question is that? Do you expect me to map out everything we're going all weekend?" She scoffed.
"No, um. I just wanted to know if you'd be staying anywhere else in case I need to get a hold of you," I replied.
"You have my cell phone number, don’t you?" She asked, dismissively.
"Well, yes. Is anybody else going to be staying with you two?" I asked.
"Are you serious? Do you want me to call Trish and get a full roster of anyone who may stop by her house all weekend? Why are you being so weird?" She said, making me sound out of line.
"I'm just curious. You haven't hung out with Trish in years, now all of the sudden you're spending two weekends in a row at her place," I explained.
"Ugh, I just want to spend some girl time with a friend," she groaned.
"I know, and that’s ok. Are any guys going to be spending the night there?" I asked.
"No, why would you even ask that?" she scoffed, growing more frustrated.
"I thought I heard a man's voice in the background when I called you last weekend," I replied
"A few guy friends of hers came over after we ran into them at the club," She explained.
"So, there were guys staying there?" I asked again, catching her in a lie.
"I think some of them spent the night, but why does it matter?" she asked, "she has plenty of bedrooms."
"I'm not really comfortable with you spending the night in a house full guys after a drunken night out at the club," I explained.
"There's nothing I can do about that! I'm not going to tell Trish she can't have anyone else at her house!" she replied, raising her voice.
"I didn't ask you to, I'd just..." I said, before getting cut off.
"What? Do you think that just because there are guys spending the night I'll sleep with one of them?" she asked, angrily.
"I didn't say that. I just wanted to be sure you weren't getting into any trouble," I replied.
"Oh my god! I can't believe I have to put up with this! If you're done being crazy I have more packing to finish!" She barked, before turning her attention to the basket of laundry next to her.
"No, that's it," I replied unable to bring myself to say what I really wanted to say.
How much of a coward must I be to not confront my wife about her fucking another man? And it takes even more of a pussy to let your wife go away for the weekend again knowing damn well what she would really be doing. I could have put an end to this weekend's trip before it started, but I didn't have the balls to tell my wife that I knew she fucked a black man last weekend. Feeling defeated, I got ready for work and headed out the door.
I spent the majority of my morning daydreaming about what kind of trouble my wife would be getting herself into. She always got a little wild anytime she went to the club. It was a given that Trish and my wife would spend their time at the club surrounded by drunk horny guys and I knew how flirty Renee gets when she's been drinking.
'Is that where she met the guy she fucked last weekend?' I wondered to myself, thinking about how easy it would be for her to bring a man home with her. Every time she went out dancing, dozens of black men would fall over themselves hitting on my wife. Her big round ass and pale white skin was irresistible to them.
'I can't just let this happen again!' I told myself, trying to build up the courage to confront my wife, 'When I get back to my desk I'll send her a message saying that we need to talk about last weekend and I'll tell her what I knew once I got home,' I told myself.
I got back from my lunch break to a voicemail, having left my phone at my desk.
"Oh, hey. I decided to head over to Trish's early. I finished packing and figured you wouldn't be home until late again anyway. See you on Sunday," she said as nonchalantly as if she were going to the grocery store.
"Fuck, It's too late!" I said, cursing myself for not confronting her already. I decided to call her hoping maybe she would turn around and wait for me to get home. It was a long shot but I had to try. I dialed her number only for it to ring and ring before going to voicemail. Not giving up I called twice more with the same result.
"Please answer your phone! I have to put a stop to this!" I pleaded, dialing a fourth time only to be sent directly to voicemail. I called a fifth time, again, straight to voicemail as if she had turned off her phone. My last-ditch effort had failed. Now I would have to live with the fact that I knew my wife had plans to fuck another man and I did nothing to stop it.
The next two hours passed in a daze as I came to terms that my wife would be fucking another man before the end of the night. Unable to concentrate I headed home for the weekend. As I walked into the house I remembered that Renee had left Trish's number on a piece of paper last weekend. I found her number still posted on the side of the fridge and gave her a call.
"Hey, Trish? Can I talk to Renee for a minute? I tried calling her cell but it must be dead," I explained.
"Umm, sorry. She isn't here yet," Trish replied, to my surprise.
"Are you sure? She left more than three hours ago and it only takes about an hour and a half to get to your house." I replied, wondering where my wife could be.
"Yes, George. I'm sure she isn't here yet," she said, with the same bit of attitude my wife had this morning.
"Well, I guess have her call me when she gets there?" I asked, hoping nothing bad had happened while almost sure she had already hooked up with her friend from last week.
I quickly grabbed my laptop and logged into her google account to track her phone. Sure enough, it showed her to be in a neighborhood on the other side of town from Trish's house. With my fingers crossed I tried calling her phone one last time.
"What do you want?" Renee answered, to my surprise, making it clear she wasn't happy I was calling again.
"Oh hi! I've been trying to call you!" I said, feeling relieved I was able to get ahold of her.
"Yea, I know! I've only been gone for a few hours and you're blowing me up!" She replied.
"Well, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye before you left,"
"Ugh, bye. Is that all?" She grumbled.
"Did you make it to Trish's house ok?" I asked, seeing if she'd bite.
"Yes. Are we seriously going to play twenty questions again?" Renee asked sarcastically, growing more aggravated.
"Well, I just talked to Trish and she said you weren't there," I said, springing my trap.
"Are you kidding me? Once I got there I ran out to the store for a few things but I'm back now!" She barked.
"Oh, you just got back? Because I talked to her like five minutes ago," I asked.
"For god's sake! Yes!" She yelled.
"Ok, sorry! I just wanted to make sure you got there ok," I said, poorly hiding my true agenda.
"I have to go and find an outlet before this stupid laptop dies," she said, hanging up the phone before I could respond.
'At least now I could see what she was actually up to,' I said to myself, feeling relieved that I could check in on her while being racked with anxiety about what I might find.
'Do I really want to see what my wife is doing?' I asked myself, not sure if I was prepared to see her being plowed by another black man. My mind had to know whether or not she was cheating again, while my dick wanted to see her in action. I was already hard and rubbing my dick before the video connected.
“Suck that dick, girl!” a man said, as I saw a close-up view of my wife's lips wrapped around the shaft of a thick black cock. The dark skin of his cock glistened, coated with saliva as my wife’s mouth slid up and down the length of his dick.
“This looks like a legit porno!” the man boasted, as he filmed my wife’s mouth stretching wide to fit his dick deeper into her mouth. Watching my wife suck on a huge black dick in HD was truly impressive. My dick twitched as I watched her plump red lips sliding up and down the veiny shaft of a thick black cock.
"My boys are going to love this!" the man bragged, holding the camera in one hand while the other forced my wife's head further down onto his dick. He held her head as he pumped his dick up into her mouth, pushing the head of his cock into the back of her throat. I could see the shaft of his cock throbbing as he pushed it further down my wife's throat making her gag.
"Jamal?! You aren't really showing these to anybody are you?" Renee shrieked, looking worried that these videos might make it to the internet.
"Don't worry, I haven't posted them. I've just had a few private screenings for some close friends," he explained. "They are big fans of yours."
"Oh really? Maybe you can introduce them to me some time," Renee said, batting her eyelashes, before taking his dick deep into her throat.
"Damn, girl! I've never seen someone enjoy choking on dick as much as you!" Jamal laughed, as my wife came up for air, wiping the thick saliva from her chin.
"Holy shit! Where did she learn how to do that?" I gasped.
Unable to believe how much dick my wife could fit in her mouth. She could swallow my six inches without flinching but she had no interest in ever sucking my dick. So, watching her take such a huge black dick down her throat was that much more upsetting.
"I could feel it sliding down my throat that time!" Renee said, sounding proud of her accomplishment.
"Just a few more inches and you'd have it all in there," Jamal replied.
"Do you want to try that position you were telling me about? I think I can take the rest of it," my wife asked.
"Sure, lay down on your back with your head hanging off the side of the bed," he instructed. Renee eagerly climbed onto the bed getting into position. Jamal sat the camera down on a piece of furniture before grabbing my wife's head tilting it all the back.
"Open your mouth," He instructed, before sliding his thick black cock between her lips. I watched as inch after inch of his dick disappeared into my wife's mouth.
"You feel that dick pushing into your throat?" he asked, having sunk all but two or three inches into my wife's mouth.
"Mmmhmm!" she moaned.
"Now swallow to open up your throat," he instructed, as he slowly pushed his dick further into my wife's throat.
"That is nuts!" I gasped, as I watched Jamal pushing more than eight inches of hard black dick into my wife's mouth. I slowly stroked my cock as I watched my wife swallow another man's dick.
"Just like that, keep swallowing until it's all the way in," he guided her, as he continued pumping his dick deeper down her throat.
I was mesmerized by the sight of his thick veiny cock sliding in and out of my wife's mouth pushing deeper and deeper into her throat.
"Fuck baby, that’s it!" He moaned, as he rammed every inch of his cock into my wife's face, fucking her throat.
"Oh fuck! Don't make me cum yet!" He grunted, burying his dick deep into her throat one last time before pulling all the way out.
"Ugh!" Renee groaned, before gasping for air. "Fuck! I thought you were about to drown me!"
"Oh, yeah?" Jamal replied, pushing his dick back down her throat.
Jamal held my wife's head in his hands as he pumped his big black dick in and out of her throat as fast as he could. After about thirty seconds of fucking my wife's face, he buried his dick deep in her throat.
"Oh fuck! Here it cums!" Jamal moaned.
My wife wrapped her lips around the shaft of Jamal's dick as he exploded in her mouth. I watched as his thick throbbing cock flooded her throat faster than she could swallow. Jamal started pumping his dick in and out of my wife's full mouth until his cum leaked and from her lips and down her face.
"Swallow that dick!" Jamal cried, burying himself deep in her throat one last time.
I watched in awe as my wife struggled to swallow another mouthful of cum while a thick black cock filled her throat.
"Now get dressed, I'm late for work," Jamal said, pulling his semi-hard dick from her throat before shutting the laptop.
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