A young black guy comes to fuck my wife

Night is a 22-year-old black guy who lives on the next street. We knew his family. He’s always very polite and friendly. When I saw him leaving my house one day, I didn’t think much of it. I had no reason to suspect anything was bad. My wife Doris said he was helping her carry in boxes of groceries.

But over time, I began to notice him more often. Something inside me began to bother me, and I couldn’t shake this strange feeling. One day, I decided to go home early. I parked a little further away and started rummaging through the trunk. Then the door to my house opened, and Night came out with a smug smile on his face. I watched him leave, and the most common scenes of my wife cheating on me with this cute young guy flashed through my mind.

So I talked to Doris that evening. I told her I’d seen Night near our house several times. She hesitated and looked away saying that he sometimes helped her with some chores around the house because I worked late.

I nodded, but doubts grew inside me. I couldn’t shake this strange feeling. And then I installed hidden cameras in the house. Perhaps I acted like a coward, but doubts and anger tormented me deeply.

So I sat at work and periodically turned on the home cameras. And a couple of days later, I was watching them laughing sweetly, kissing, hugging. I realized they were infatuated with each other, which hit my confidence. I felt crushed. And I also couldn’t talk about it with my wife.

I simply watched their relationship. Gradually, I began to accept it. I realized that Doris deserved more than I could give her sexually. And then I began to get sexual pleasure from it like watching porn, but only with my wife. I listened to their moans and cries of pleasure.

One day, I heard Night say he wanted to fuck my Doris in the ass. It took my breath away. Doris and I had only tried anal sex once. I came, but she didn’t like it. I had never had that kind of experience before, so maybe I wasn’t patient or experienced enough.

So I watched them talk sweetly about it and kiss. Then Night fucked her harder and harder, and my wife moaned and said she’d let him fuck her in her ass. Then he put her on all fours and started rubbing his cock against her ass. She told him to get some oil from the bathroom.

I watched her stand with her legs spread wide, and he poured oil onto her buttocks and smeared it over her ass. Then he pressed the head of his cock against her hole. I watched holding my breath, as he slowly entered her. Doris screamed, her body tensing, but Night didn’t stop. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, until his black cock was completely inside.

And then he started moving. I’d say it was rough. His hips slapped her buttocks, and his hands gripped her waist tightly and slid down her thighs. He pounded into her, and she screamed, moaned, and then began to come and beg for more.

I found my cock hard. When Night came, his body tensed, and he filled her ass with his cum. I watched as he slowly pulled out glistening with their juices.

That night lying next to her in bed, I realized I couldn’t live like this anymore. I thought about talking, about kicking Night out, about trying to save our marriage. But looking at Doris sleeping, I realized I couldn’t take that pleasure away from her. So I decided to accept it and let it become a part of our lives.

I decided to watch. The next day, I told my wife that I knew everything about her and Night. She tried to explain, but I accepted it. I said I’d seen her cum and wanted to keep watching and hearing it. From that day on, everything changed. I became a silent observer. There were moments of jealousy when I felt less masculine, but I overcame them by focusing on her pleasure.

Gradually, this brought Doris and me closer. We began to talk more, open up to each other. I began to see something special in this and understood why some couples live like this too. I remain her husband, lover, and partner. We made promises to each other: to always be honest, open, and support our marriage. And I know I made the right decision.