The Day My Wife Got Blacked

The black bull took his time getting out of his clothes. You would have thought he was a model showing off his figure, demanding we take pleasure in watching him strip. He stepped out of his jeans, then discarded his shirt and stood in his black pair of briefs. He had a muscular frame. His shoulders looked like hilltops; his arm muscles looked heavy and impressive as did his thick chest plates and chiseled abdomen.

He could possibly grab me and crush me in his arms if he wanted. His voice sounded gravelly when he spoke, like he chewed rocks for breakfast.

“Are you ready?”

I thought he was addressing me, but then I turned to my wife lying on the bed, naked under the covers, and she nodded in response. I felt my throat lock with tension. I wanted to protest, at least declare that I wasn’t completely sold on this interaction. Neither would have cared about my feelings; I might as well be invincible.

The black man approached the bed. I switched places and hurried over to the chair besides the window. The black man loomed over my wife. She flung the covers off her and invited him into her arms.

He kissed her toes and licked his way down her thighs. She fell her head backwards and sighed as his lips touched her sensitive zone.

He lifted her leg and tickled her flesh. She chuckled. He kissed her toes and licked his way down her thighs. She fell her head backwards and sighed as his lips touched her sensitive zone. I gradually relaxed while watching them. I watched my wife transform into a horny harlot. She glanced at me and smiled, and mouthed the words, “Thank you, darling.”

I mouthed back, “You’re welcome.”

She exhaled as the bull rummaged between her legs. She caressed his head, moaned responsively, and told him not to stop.

He did stop later, and my wife helped him out of his briefs and wrapped her pert lips around his gorgeous manhood. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was coming. My penis was nudging in my jeans; I simply couldn’t wait.

The bull fell on his back and enjoined my wife to keep worshipping his wood. She didn’t appear to slacken her effort. Her effort even appeared in increase her sense of pleasure. Never had she done to me as she doing her man presently.

When she felt ready, she manoevered over him and settled on his pelvis. The bull parted her buttocks and worked his third leg inside her. Such impression it left in my head observing the sight of a black man fucking my wife. I grabbed my crotch and prayed I didn’t explode inside my jeans.

That’s how horny I was the day I watched my wife get Blacked for the first time.