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Kara had met Darrell when they were both in high school. They were friends and nothing more but she always suspected that he wanted to be more than friends. He was a good looking guy with a great body but he wasn't really her type.
I met Kara in college. She was my biology lab partner and I knew within a week that we were destined to be together. I'd never been a believer in love at first sight or the concept of a soulmate but the chemistry between us was instant and powerful. We dated off and on for three years. We loved hard and we fought hard. We had passion and we were kinky. We explored ourselves and each other and on a few occasions we brought another woman into our bed.
Kara and I were both 25 when we got married and for the first five years we fucked like rabbits. Things tailed off once our son was born and for ten years we were like many married couples. We fucked when we could but most times it was quick and silent so we didn't wake up the k**s.
It was at Kara's 20th high school reunion that she reconnected with Darrell. He was recently divorced and he spent most of the night chatting with Kara while I sat quietly beside her and listened. I could feel the energy between them and it awakened some long dormant fantasies.
When I was a senior in high school my girlfriend had cheated on me with one of my teammates on the football team. Dee was a powerfully built running back and I was a tall, lanky tight end. For years afterwards I was a broken man and Kara had been the one to heal me but before I met her my fantasies had been mostly about watching white women with muscular black men. I couldn't explain the masochistic pleasure I derived from reliving the most painful memory of my youth but the fact that I had walked in on him fucking her at a party likely had something to do with it.
Kara was drunk when we left the reunion and when we got to our hotel room she was ravenous.
Kara dropped to her knees and sucked my cock moments after the door closed behind me. Her pretty golden brown eyes closed tight and her head bobbed as her hands rubbed my stomach and caressed my balls. I knew she was thinking about him and long before I wanted to I erupted into her mouth.
"You were a bad boy," Kara purred like a kitten. She rose to her feet and pulled my lips to hers. I could taste the briny flavor of my seed on her lips and it excited me. She and I had dabbled in bondage and dominance but never seriously. We both identified as switch but Kara preferred the submissive role so more often than not I was the dominant even when I was feeling submissive. She occasionally professed a desire to be more domineering but it did not come naturally. On the rare occasions that she did take charge she enjoyed pushing my boundaries by making me lick her creampied pussy or snowball after a blow job. It was never something I actively sought and when I wasn't worked up the idea was repulsive but when I was in the right state of mind it was oddly hot and sexy.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I couldn't help it. Your mouth felt too good," I groaned as she unbuttoned my shirt and unfastened my pants.
"Get on the fucking bed," Kara barked sternly. I'd never seen her so comfortable in the dominant role and I quickly obliged.
My spent cock sat limp and lifeless against my leg as my wife lifted her dress over her head. Her big breasts heaved and her nipples strained against her frilly, underwire bra. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were narrow and harsh.
"I should beat your ass for cumming without permission," she boomed loud enough to wake the guests in the neighboring rooms.
"I'm sorry ma'am," I replied sheepishly. "I will not do that again."
"You'd better not," Kara said as she climbed onto the bed. She swung her thick, pale thigh over my head and lowered her dripping wet pussy onto my mouth. She was as wet as ever and her juices immediately soaked my face as I lapped at her clit. I knew she was still thinking about him and my cock began to stir a new.
Kara came hard. Her wide hips ground hard against my mouth, forcing my nose inside her sloppy cunt and cutting off my supply of oxygen until her climax ebbed.
My hair was soaked and my face was sticky and wet. Her rich fragrance filled my head and my cock twitched and pulsed as she slithered down my naked body leaving wet snail tracks in her wake.
She turned to face me and lowered her thick body onto my cock. Kara had been a petite woman when we first met and she'd weighed a mere 110 pounds on our wedding day but she had gained weight with each pregnancy and she was easily 50 pounds heavier than she'd been on that day, but she carried it well.
Her fat ass slammed hard onto my dick and the bed creaked. She looked into my eyes with a cold stare and said the most hurtful yet erotic thing I had ever heard.
"I wish your cock was bigger," she hissed as she rocked fore and aft, grinding her smooth cunt agsinst my pelvis. The bed slapped against the wall and my mind began to reel. I gritted my teeth and struggled hard not to cum but the erotic sight of my sexy wife in a ravenous state pushed me closer and closer to the point of no return.
Kara groaned and her body began to quiver. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she squeezed her big, heavy tits as she came. Her daily keagles had kept her pussy tight and it milked my cock as she bounced hard onto my pelvis trying to force my decidedly average cock deeper inside her warm, fertile womb.
"Cum for me you pathetic pig!" Kara barked loudly. Her harsh words had the desired effect and I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her unprotected pussy. We had talked about me getting a vasectomy but she had resisted because she wasn't sure if she wanted a 3rd c***d or not. I wasn't thrilled about that but I often found it hard to deny her wishes.
"That was hot Baby," I said as I basked in the afterglow of great sex. My balls felt drained and my pretty wife snuggled in my strong arms.
"You liked that did you," she teased with a mischievous grin. She kissed me tenderly and her tongue slipped inside my open mouth. I could still taste the residue of my cum and I sighed softly as our tongues entwined.
We drifted off to sleep with the television on. My dreams were vivid and erotic but I felt like more a spectator than a participant. In the last dream before I awoke I watched Darrell fuck my wife and I woke up rock hard and ready.
I rubbed my hard dick against my wife's pussy and she began to stir. I'd always loved morning sex but she was hit or miss.
"Not yet," Kara said as she pulled away and covered her head with her pillow.
Two hours later my wife awoke and asked me to get her a bottle of water.
"A little hung over?" I teased. My dick was flaccid but my dreams continued to rev me up.
"Very hung over," she nodded.
"How much do you remember from last night," I asked with a smile.
"All of it I think," she said in a sleepy tone. "Why?"
"Did you mean what you said?"
"About what? What did I say?" Kara asked, sounding pensive.
"Do you wish I had a bigger dick?"
"No, no, it's perfect," she lied and I nodded. I could tell by the look on her face that she remembered what she'd said and I knew it was true.
We laid in silence for several long minutes and I gathered my thoughts.
"You were really revved up last night," I said as my hand moved over her chubby belly to her freshly waxed pussy.
"Yeah, it had been a while," Kara sighed as she spread her legs wide, granting me unfettered access to her still hungry pussy.
"Are you sure there wasn't something else that got you hot?" I looked at her expectantly and my fingers slipped inside her very wet and surprisingly loose cunt. My palm rubbed her engorged clit and she moaned long and low.
"Li, like wha, what?" Kara panted. Her voice shook with tremolo and her breathing deepened. I saw fear and trepidation in her pretty eyes and my shoulders tensed as I prepared to ask my next question.
"You were thinking about him weren't you?" The pads of my fingertips massaged her g spot and my palm rubbed her exposed clit. Her breathing labored and her eyes were far off and glazed.
"Wh, who?" She panted wantonly. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back. She was teetering on the verge of a powerful climax and I slowed my efforts for a moment.
"Darrell," I answered calmly. We had occasional used ex boyfriends and girlfriends as fodder for dirty talk. It was usually her ex boyfriends since I'd only been with two girls before Kara and she had been a bit of a slut in high school and college.
"N, no," she lied and I stopped moving my hand.
"Tell the truth," I barked sternly. My cock was rock hard and ready. It pulsed and twitched as I looked into my wife's eyes for the answer I knew was right.
"Yes," she hissed loudly. "I was thinking about him."
I began rubbing her clit harder and her body responded. Her legs began to quiver and quake and she breathed deep and steady.
"Does Darrell have a big dick?" I asked firmly. My voice squeaked, betraying my depraved excitement and Kara grinned.
"He does," she squealed as her climax washed over her. Her body writhed and she moaned loudly.
I continued to rub her clit and massage her g spot until her climax ebbed and her body went slack. Her legs continued to twitch and she pushed my hand away from her hypersensitive clit.
I rolled between her spread thighs and sank my painfully hard dick into the warm embrace of her silky womb. I felt small inside her drenched hole and I began to pump my hips at a dizzying pace.
"How do you know he's big?" I asked excitedly. I could still see my high school girlfriend impaled on my teammate's huge dick. His deep black skin against her alabaster flesh and I could hear her cries of ecstasy.
"Girls talk," Kara panted as I slammed into her like a jackhammer. My climax was building slowly due to the lack of friction but my mind was reeling.
"You wanted him back then didn't you," I squeaked.
"I did," she replied in a low, raspy tone. Her words and body language sent me into a tailspin and my body began to hum.
"Do you still?" I groaned wantonly. I was at the point of no return and my head was spinning. My legs tensed and I clenched my teeth in a futile attempt to delay my inevitable orgasm.
"Badly," Kara groaned as she started to cum. Her eyes closed and she pulled my face to hers. We kissed hard and deep and I emptied my balls inside her as I continued to thrust. My seed seeped from her sloppy cunt and my spent dick went slack. It slipped from her womb and I rolled off her still twitching body. Her reply was etched in my mind and I was reeling.
"You should text him," I said meekly. I wasn't sure why I'd suggested it. I had never wanted to see my beautiful wife with another man. I had watched her with two different women and she had seen me fuck both but we had both agreed many times that neither one of us was interested in having a threesome with another man.
"Are you sure?"
"I am," I nodded confidently.
Kara laughed nervously as she grabbed her phone. She fired off a quick, flirtatious text to Darrell and then turned to face me. Her cheeks were flushed crimson and her eyes were wide and glimmering.
"Why the change of heart?" She asked in a near whisper. Her confidence and dominance had disappeared once her liver had cleared the alcohol from her system and she was once again the submissive wife I knew and loved.
Her small hand touched my dick and she inhaled sharply, drawing the smell of sex into her lungs. Her small nipples hardened and my cock began to grow a new. She leaned closer and kissed the semi turgid shaft, tasting her juices on my wrinkled flesh.
Her phone buzzed and Kara quickly abandoned my stiffening dick and read Darrell's reply.
"Ooh, he's flirty," she giggled. "Are you sure about this?"
I nodded and she invited him to our room.
"He will be down in an hour," Kara announced as she climbed quickly out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth.
The next 60 minutes were the most stressful of my life. I wrestled with regret and indecision. I wondered what I had done and if I was going to regret it later. I felt confident my wife would still love and want me but I worried about other tangential effects a threesome with Darrell might have.
My stomach was churning when he knocked on the door and I watched, dumbfounded, as Kara walked to the door in a sexy matching set of underwear. She swung the door open and they embraced like star crossed lovers. Her arms wrapped around Darrell's neck and their mouths met in a deep, torrid kiss.
My wife undressed him and dragged him to the bed. She hadn't been lying about his cock and I watched in awe as she struggled to fit the fat, bulbous head in her small yet eager mouth.
Darrell seemed unconcerned with my presence and I was uncomfortable joining in so I watched.
"I've thought about this for so long," my wife whispered, thrusting a dagger into my heart as she pushed him onto the bed beside me. She straddled his waist and lowered her married white pussy onto his big black cock.
Darrell was a medium skinned black man with a fit yet age appropriate body. He was soft around the middle but with broad shoulders and powerful limbs. His cock was undeniably bigger than mine and my wife groaned loudly as she took him deep. He was only an inch or so longer than me but he was as thick as any porn cock and Kara began to pant and groan like a ravenous whore.
Her wide, curvaceous body slammed hard on top of him taking every glorious inch of his black dick into her still fertile womb.
My wife cried out with an ear crackling scream as she came. Her body trembled and she rode him hard and fast as one climax segued into another.
Darrell thrust upwards like a brahma bull and tossed her off his glistening cock like a rodeo queen. His dark eyes were wide and serious as he pinned Kara onto the bed and mounted her missionary style beside me. His hips thrust into her and the sounds that erupted from her were not human. Her grunts and groans, yelps and squeals sounded like a wild a****l struggling for its life as his big, veiny cock slammed against her tender cervix.
Her fingers clutched at his milk chocolate flesh and her back arched as she came yet again. Her toes curled and her head thrashed from side to side like a fish out of water gasping for breath.
The bed rocked furiously and slammed against the wall. Beads of sweat formed on Kara's face and rolled down her cheeks dampening her thick brown hair.
Her climax ended and he pulled out. His cock was soaking wet with her creamy white juices and he ordered her to lick him clean.
Kara scrambled to her knees and hungrily licked and sucked her girl cum from his cock and balls. She had always seemed to enjoy giving head but her appetite had never been that ravenous. She moaned as she slurped on his dick and whimpered when he pushed her away.
Darrell spun my wife around and lifted her big, juicy ass into the air. He pushed her head down onto my chest and plunged the length of his manhood into her once tight pussy.
Kara yelped and looked at me with a soulful gaze. Her eyes glimmered with glee and her body rocked as he began to thrust into her with purpose and urgency.
"Is this my pussy?" Darrell barked and my stomach tightened.
Kara nodded and moaned. "Yes," she hissed loudly. "It's all yours."
The sound of his pelvis slapping against her fat dimpled ass filled my head and her pleas made me feel ill. I rubbed my cock and watched her surrender to his dominance. He gripped her full hips and let out a long, guttural groan as he dumped his load in her married pussy. He held it deep until the final stream pumped from his big black balls and then he began to thrust anew. He lasted another 30 seconds before his erection went soft and my wife collapsed on top of me with a wistful smile on her pretty face. My body tensed and I spilled my seed onto my belly while she held my gaze. A wave of doubt and remorse washed over me in my post orgasmic state.
"I'm going for breakfast," Darrell said as he dressed beside the bed. I'll be back in an hour for more.
The room reeked of sex and my spent dick laid like a shriveled pink worm on my belly. My mind was reeling and I stroked her hair as I tried to understand what I'd done.
"That was pretty intense," I stated to break the uncomfortable silence in my head. We had been married for a dozen years and we'd had the best sex of my life but it paled to what I'd just seen.
"It was incredible," Kara sighed contently.
"Can you take another round," I joked hoping that she'd say no.
"Oh yeah," Kara laughed dismissively and I knew she was hooked.
I met Kara in college. She was my biology lab partner and I knew within a week that we were destined to be together. I'd never been a believer in love at first sight or the concept of a soulmate but the chemistry between us was instant and powerful. We dated off and on for three years. We loved hard and we fought hard. We had passion and we were kinky. We explored ourselves and each other and on a few occasions we brought another woman into our bed.
Kara and I were both 25 when we got married and for the first five years we fucked like rabbits. Things tailed off once our son was born and for ten years we were like many married couples. We fucked when we could but most times it was quick and silent so we didn't wake up the k**s.
It was at Kara's 20th high school reunion that she reconnected with Darrell. He was recently divorced and he spent most of the night chatting with Kara while I sat quietly beside her and listened. I could feel the energy between them and it awakened some long dormant fantasies.
When I was a senior in high school my girlfriend had cheated on me with one of my teammates on the football team. Dee was a powerfully built running back and I was a tall, lanky tight end. For years afterwards I was a broken man and Kara had been the one to heal me but before I met her my fantasies had been mostly about watching white women with muscular black men. I couldn't explain the masochistic pleasure I derived from reliving the most painful memory of my youth but the fact that I had walked in on him fucking her at a party likely had something to do with it.
Kara was drunk when we left the reunion and when we got to our hotel room she was ravenous.
Kara dropped to her knees and sucked my cock moments after the door closed behind me. Her pretty golden brown eyes closed tight and her head bobbed as her hands rubbed my stomach and caressed my balls. I knew she was thinking about him and long before I wanted to I erupted into her mouth.
"You were a bad boy," Kara purred like a kitten. She rose to her feet and pulled my lips to hers. I could taste the briny flavor of my seed on her lips and it excited me. She and I had dabbled in bondage and dominance but never seriously. We both identified as switch but Kara preferred the submissive role so more often than not I was the dominant even when I was feeling submissive. She occasionally professed a desire to be more domineering but it did not come naturally. On the rare occasions that she did take charge she enjoyed pushing my boundaries by making me lick her creampied pussy or snowball after a blow job. It was never something I actively sought and when I wasn't worked up the idea was repulsive but when I was in the right state of mind it was oddly hot and sexy.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I couldn't help it. Your mouth felt too good," I groaned as she unbuttoned my shirt and unfastened my pants.
"Get on the fucking bed," Kara barked sternly. I'd never seen her so comfortable in the dominant role and I quickly obliged.
My spent cock sat limp and lifeless against my leg as my wife lifted her dress over her head. Her big breasts heaved and her nipples strained against her frilly, underwire bra. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were narrow and harsh.
"I should beat your ass for cumming without permission," she boomed loud enough to wake the guests in the neighboring rooms.
"I'm sorry ma'am," I replied sheepishly. "I will not do that again."
"You'd better not," Kara said as she climbed onto the bed. She swung her thick, pale thigh over my head and lowered her dripping wet pussy onto my mouth. She was as wet as ever and her juices immediately soaked my face as I lapped at her clit. I knew she was still thinking about him and my cock began to stir a new.
Kara came hard. Her wide hips ground hard against my mouth, forcing my nose inside her sloppy cunt and cutting off my supply of oxygen until her climax ebbed.
My hair was soaked and my face was sticky and wet. Her rich fragrance filled my head and my cock twitched and pulsed as she slithered down my naked body leaving wet snail tracks in her wake.
She turned to face me and lowered her thick body onto my cock. Kara had been a petite woman when we first met and she'd weighed a mere 110 pounds on our wedding day but she had gained weight with each pregnancy and she was easily 50 pounds heavier than she'd been on that day, but she carried it well.
Her fat ass slammed hard onto my dick and the bed creaked. She looked into my eyes with a cold stare and said the most hurtful yet erotic thing I had ever heard.
"I wish your cock was bigger," she hissed as she rocked fore and aft, grinding her smooth cunt agsinst my pelvis. The bed slapped against the wall and my mind began to reel. I gritted my teeth and struggled hard not to cum but the erotic sight of my sexy wife in a ravenous state pushed me closer and closer to the point of no return.
Kara groaned and her body began to quiver. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she squeezed her big, heavy tits as she came. Her daily keagles had kept her pussy tight and it milked my cock as she bounced hard onto my pelvis trying to force my decidedly average cock deeper inside her warm, fertile womb.
"Cum for me you pathetic pig!" Kara barked loudly. Her harsh words had the desired effect and I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her unprotected pussy. We had talked about me getting a vasectomy but she had resisted because she wasn't sure if she wanted a 3rd c***d or not. I wasn't thrilled about that but I often found it hard to deny her wishes.
"That was hot Baby," I said as I basked in the afterglow of great sex. My balls felt drained and my pretty wife snuggled in my strong arms.
"You liked that did you," she teased with a mischievous grin. She kissed me tenderly and her tongue slipped inside my open mouth. I could still taste the residue of my cum and I sighed softly as our tongues entwined.
We drifted off to sleep with the television on. My dreams were vivid and erotic but I felt like more a spectator than a participant. In the last dream before I awoke I watched Darrell fuck my wife and I woke up rock hard and ready.
I rubbed my hard dick against my wife's pussy and she began to stir. I'd always loved morning sex but she was hit or miss.
"Not yet," Kara said as she pulled away and covered her head with her pillow.
Two hours later my wife awoke and asked me to get her a bottle of water.
"A little hung over?" I teased. My dick was flaccid but my dreams continued to rev me up.
"Very hung over," she nodded.
"How much do you remember from last night," I asked with a smile.
"All of it I think," she said in a sleepy tone. "Why?"
"Did you mean what you said?"
"About what? What did I say?" Kara asked, sounding pensive.
"Do you wish I had a bigger dick?"
"No, no, it's perfect," she lied and I nodded. I could tell by the look on her face that she remembered what she'd said and I knew it was true.
We laid in silence for several long minutes and I gathered my thoughts.
"You were really revved up last night," I said as my hand moved over her chubby belly to her freshly waxed pussy.
"Yeah, it had been a while," Kara sighed as she spread her legs wide, granting me unfettered access to her still hungry pussy.
"Are you sure there wasn't something else that got you hot?" I looked at her expectantly and my fingers slipped inside her very wet and surprisingly loose cunt. My palm rubbed her engorged clit and she moaned long and low.
"Li, like wha, what?" Kara panted. Her voice shook with tremolo and her breathing deepened. I saw fear and trepidation in her pretty eyes and my shoulders tensed as I prepared to ask my next question.
"You were thinking about him weren't you?" The pads of my fingertips massaged her g spot and my palm rubbed her exposed clit. Her breathing labored and her eyes were far off and glazed.
"Wh, who?" She panted wantonly. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back. She was teetering on the verge of a powerful climax and I slowed my efforts for a moment.
"Darrell," I answered calmly. We had occasional used ex boyfriends and girlfriends as fodder for dirty talk. It was usually her ex boyfriends since I'd only been with two girls before Kara and she had been a bit of a slut in high school and college.
"N, no," she lied and I stopped moving my hand.
"Tell the truth," I barked sternly. My cock was rock hard and ready. It pulsed and twitched as I looked into my wife's eyes for the answer I knew was right.
"Yes," she hissed loudly. "I was thinking about him."
I began rubbing her clit harder and her body responded. Her legs began to quiver and quake and she breathed deep and steady.
"Does Darrell have a big dick?" I asked firmly. My voice squeaked, betraying my depraved excitement and Kara grinned.
"He does," she squealed as her climax washed over her. Her body writhed and she moaned loudly.
I continued to rub her clit and massage her g spot until her climax ebbed and her body went slack. Her legs continued to twitch and she pushed my hand away from her hypersensitive clit.
I rolled between her spread thighs and sank my painfully hard dick into the warm embrace of her silky womb. I felt small inside her drenched hole and I began to pump my hips at a dizzying pace.
"How do you know he's big?" I asked excitedly. I could still see my high school girlfriend impaled on my teammate's huge dick. His deep black skin against her alabaster flesh and I could hear her cries of ecstasy.
"Girls talk," Kara panted as I slammed into her like a jackhammer. My climax was building slowly due to the lack of friction but my mind was reeling.
"You wanted him back then didn't you," I squeaked.
"I did," she replied in a low, raspy tone. Her words and body language sent me into a tailspin and my body began to hum.
"Do you still?" I groaned wantonly. I was at the point of no return and my head was spinning. My legs tensed and I clenched my teeth in a futile attempt to delay my inevitable orgasm.
"Badly," Kara groaned as she started to cum. Her eyes closed and she pulled my face to hers. We kissed hard and deep and I emptied my balls inside her as I continued to thrust. My seed seeped from her sloppy cunt and my spent dick went slack. It slipped from her womb and I rolled off her still twitching body. Her reply was etched in my mind and I was reeling.
"You should text him," I said meekly. I wasn't sure why I'd suggested it. I had never wanted to see my beautiful wife with another man. I had watched her with two different women and she had seen me fuck both but we had both agreed many times that neither one of us was interested in having a threesome with another man.
"Are you sure?"
"I am," I nodded confidently.
Kara laughed nervously as she grabbed her phone. She fired off a quick, flirtatious text to Darrell and then turned to face me. Her cheeks were flushed crimson and her eyes were wide and glimmering.
"Why the change of heart?" She asked in a near whisper. Her confidence and dominance had disappeared once her liver had cleared the alcohol from her system and she was once again the submissive wife I knew and loved.
Her small hand touched my dick and she inhaled sharply, drawing the smell of sex into her lungs. Her small nipples hardened and my cock began to grow a new. She leaned closer and kissed the semi turgid shaft, tasting her juices on my wrinkled flesh.
Her phone buzzed and Kara quickly abandoned my stiffening dick and read Darrell's reply.
"Ooh, he's flirty," she giggled. "Are you sure about this?"
I nodded and she invited him to our room.
"He will be down in an hour," Kara announced as she climbed quickly out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth.
The next 60 minutes were the most stressful of my life. I wrestled with regret and indecision. I wondered what I had done and if I was going to regret it later. I felt confident my wife would still love and want me but I worried about other tangential effects a threesome with Darrell might have.
My stomach was churning when he knocked on the door and I watched, dumbfounded, as Kara walked to the door in a sexy matching set of underwear. She swung the door open and they embraced like star crossed lovers. Her arms wrapped around Darrell's neck and their mouths met in a deep, torrid kiss.
My wife undressed him and dragged him to the bed. She hadn't been lying about his cock and I watched in awe as she struggled to fit the fat, bulbous head in her small yet eager mouth.
Darrell seemed unconcerned with my presence and I was uncomfortable joining in so I watched.
"I've thought about this for so long," my wife whispered, thrusting a dagger into my heart as she pushed him onto the bed beside me. She straddled his waist and lowered her married white pussy onto his big black cock.
Darrell was a medium skinned black man with a fit yet age appropriate body. He was soft around the middle but with broad shoulders and powerful limbs. His cock was undeniably bigger than mine and my wife groaned loudly as she took him deep. He was only an inch or so longer than me but he was as thick as any porn cock and Kara began to pant and groan like a ravenous whore.
Her wide, curvaceous body slammed hard on top of him taking every glorious inch of his black dick into her still fertile womb.
My wife cried out with an ear crackling scream as she came. Her body trembled and she rode him hard and fast as one climax segued into another.
Darrell thrust upwards like a brahma bull and tossed her off his glistening cock like a rodeo queen. His dark eyes were wide and serious as he pinned Kara onto the bed and mounted her missionary style beside me. His hips thrust into her and the sounds that erupted from her were not human. Her grunts and groans, yelps and squeals sounded like a wild a****l struggling for its life as his big, veiny cock slammed against her tender cervix.
Her fingers clutched at his milk chocolate flesh and her back arched as she came yet again. Her toes curled and her head thrashed from side to side like a fish out of water gasping for breath.
The bed rocked furiously and slammed against the wall. Beads of sweat formed on Kara's face and rolled down her cheeks dampening her thick brown hair.
Her climax ended and he pulled out. His cock was soaking wet with her creamy white juices and he ordered her to lick him clean.
Kara scrambled to her knees and hungrily licked and sucked her girl cum from his cock and balls. She had always seemed to enjoy giving head but her appetite had never been that ravenous. She moaned as she slurped on his dick and whimpered when he pushed her away.
Darrell spun my wife around and lifted her big, juicy ass into the air. He pushed her head down onto my chest and plunged the length of his manhood into her once tight pussy.
Kara yelped and looked at me with a soulful gaze. Her eyes glimmered with glee and her body rocked as he began to thrust into her with purpose and urgency.
"Is this my pussy?" Darrell barked and my stomach tightened.
Kara nodded and moaned. "Yes," she hissed loudly. "It's all yours."
The sound of his pelvis slapping against her fat dimpled ass filled my head and her pleas made me feel ill. I rubbed my cock and watched her surrender to his dominance. He gripped her full hips and let out a long, guttural groan as he dumped his load in her married pussy. He held it deep until the final stream pumped from his big black balls and then he began to thrust anew. He lasted another 30 seconds before his erection went soft and my wife collapsed on top of me with a wistful smile on her pretty face. My body tensed and I spilled my seed onto my belly while she held my gaze. A wave of doubt and remorse washed over me in my post orgasmic state.
"I'm going for breakfast," Darrell said as he dressed beside the bed. I'll be back in an hour for more.
The room reeked of sex and my spent dick laid like a shriveled pink worm on my belly. My mind was reeling and I stroked her hair as I tried to understand what I'd done.
"That was pretty intense," I stated to break the uncomfortable silence in my head. We had been married for a dozen years and we'd had the best sex of my life but it paled to what I'd just seen.
"It was incredible," Kara sighed contently.
"Can you take another round," I joked hoping that she'd say no.
"Oh yeah," Kara laughed dismissively and I knew she was hooked.
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