His Slut Wife Meets His Black Daddy

FROM CUCKOLD EATS SLUT WIFE USED PUSSY!

Buck got there almost as soon as we hung up the phone. He was wearing sweats with a flimsy net top showing all his rippling muscles and his package was poking out the front of his pants like that was what was holding them up. My wife noticed me eyeballing it and laughed, “having fond memories are we?” My face turned completely red and Buck started laughing too.

“I love your outfit,” Buck told me. I had put on only the apron like my wife said. It had a completely open back. “You get all dressed up for me?” I shook my head and he turned back to my wife and asked her if it was her idea. She smiled and said she thought he’d get a kick out of it. Then she walked to him and pulled open the elastic waist of his sweat pants to peak down inside. Her eyes almost popped out of her head.

“Holy fucking shit! He sucked this thing?” She looked at me. I was red face and ashamed almost ready to cry from the humiliation of my own wife knowing I was a cocksucker. Then she disregarded me and turned back to Buck. “How’d he do?”

“Not bad, not bad. Took him a few times to get the hang of it, but he’s a natural.”

“Does he spit or swallow.”

“I think he wanted to spit, but I got him over that right quick?”

I felt like a fool standing there having my cock sucking skills judged by the guy who turned me into a cocksucker, and my wife who was certainly about to become his lover.

“Well, he does like the taste of semen. He mentioned he told you about how he gulps down my lovers little leftovers.”

“Yes, he did. Now what about you? What do you like?”

“Well, this is good for starters,” my wife told him, and then right in front of me, she placed her hand on that big package and started rubbing him into his monster form. I didn’t realize how much black monster meat I had actually taken down my own throat until I saw it growing in her tiny hand.

Joanne turned to me and said, “Hon, why don’t you go upstairs and turn down the sheets for us. We’ll be up in a few minutes.” She turned back to Buck and asked him, “You don’t mind if he watches, do you?”

“Hell, no, not as long as he makes himself useful and I don’t have to take any time outs to put him over my knee and whip that ass!”

“You might have to do that just for fun,” my wife laughed. She turned to me, “Well, what the hell are you doing standing there. You wanted this as much as we did.”

“You heard your wife. Get that boney little ass up those stairs and get your bed ready so I can fuck your wife in it.”

It finally hit me what I had gotten myself into and I burst into tears and turned and ran up the stairs to do as they said. I heard them kissing loudly and laughing behind me and following me up.

I pulled back the sheets just in time for him to pick up my wife and toss her down on our bed.

“Undress her,” he ordered me. My wife was more than cooperative, even patting my head when I started sobbing and telling me everything was going to be okay. I unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra and exposed her huge boobs to him.

“Okay, I got the rest,” he said, pushing me out of the way with huge eyes and taking her meaty breasts in his hands, kissing them and making her moan and squirm on the bed right in front of me. I started sobbing again, uncontrollably.

“If you want to stay in the room, be quiet and sit in the corner and play with yourself. Think happy thoughts,” he joked. This made my wife laugh and she wrapped her arms around him as he pulled down her slacks and suck on her tits and slipped his hands in her panties to really get her going.

“Damn, you wouldn’t believe how wet this slut is.” He pulled out his hand to show me, holding it up were I could see it all wet and shiny in the light. “I’ll bet when she comes home but not before she leaves, right?”

He laughed, along with her again and I wept and continued stroking my little hard cock under my apron. I was overwhelmed with feelings of shame and humiliation and couldn’t decipher the confused conflicting feelings of being turned on by this and at the same time mortified at what was happening.

Buck got my wife’s long squirming legs up over his shoulders and turned to me, “This is it friend, I’m going to make her pussy love me the way your mouth does and ass is going to!” He slipped a portion of his cock into her and made my wife’s eyes grow wide and moan with pleasure.

“Oh my God,” she said, “Oh yes! Fuck me with that big black monster cock, tear my pussy apart the way my little wimpy dick husband can’t. I should have done this years ago. This is so fucking great!”

Buck sank his cock down into her and he pussy swallow all that meat a lot easier than my throat had. He began fucking her, slowly at first and then with made thrusts and power making her scream for more and cum multiple times.

When he thought she had had enough, he let out a loud grunt and thrust deep into her emptying his potent black seed deep into her womb. He lie there a few moments dripping with sweat as was she. Then he rolled off her slipping his huge dripping spent man meat out of her pussy.

“Get over here and clean me off you little pussy. Then you can do the same for your wife.”

I crawled over on all fours and took his black cock into my mouth. It was dripping with both his and my wife’s fluids but I had eaten creampie before. As I sucked him, my worn out wife rubbed my back and told me what a good boy I was. I accidentally got him hard again, trying to get off all the juices.

“Get back in your corner,” he ordered me, “You’re going to have to wait on your snack. I need to fuck her some more.”

“You’re too talented a cocksucker, honey,” my wife told me and they both laughed.

I climbed back in my corner and watched and had to go through two more cycles before actually getting to bury my face in my wife’s massacred muff. I was deleted to discover I could give her a few more orgasms after the workout she had gotten from Buck.