After Master Theo Finished Fucking My Wife

Black Master Theophilus was fucking my wife aggressively in our bedroom, and she was loving it.

Maggie was gasping and whimpering under him. She had both arms wrapped under his armpits and her feet locked over his backside; her body jerked in sync with him grunting and thrusting on top over her. His face was curled into a sweaty grimace, and he kept shooting air through his mouth like he was running a marathon. He looked like he wanted to hurt my wife. That’s how he loves to fuck her. If he isn’t putting in maximum power and full-time aggression, then he’s not doing it right. Maggie’s only respite was to submit to him: to moan, gasp, mutter at him to fuck her harder, and after he climaxes, gain some strength later and fuck her some more.

I had set up a video camera to record their activity while sitting in the background with my back against the wall, watching. That was all I could do. I had both hands gripping my crotch, looking as if I couldn’t wait to run off and go pee. I did have a hard-on, and I was trying to calm it down. Master Theo usually doesn’t want to hear a peep from me when he’s getting busy with Maggie. He likes to pretend I’m not in the room with them, so the less noise I make, the better.

Today was no exception. I held my tongue, grabbed my nuts, positioned the camera to capture them, and that was all.