Jenny learns to suck black cocks

I never thought I’d say this out loud, but I was the one who pushed us into it. Jenny and I have been married for eight years. Our sex has always been hot, but over time it became more casual. One evening, I confessed that I was turned on by the thought of watching her with another man. Not sex, just something light. My wife laughed at first, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Then we started fantasizing in bed. I described how a stranger would look at her lips, and she would blush and get wet. Then we signed up for an adult website. At first, it was just a chat room. Jenny would chat with guys sending them photos of her pussy and tits, and I would sit next to her and jerk off. It was incredibly arousing.

Then black guys started messaging us and sending us pictures of their black cocks. They were big, and my wife and I both amazed and looked at them. That’s how we came up with the idea of BBC. The first step happened a month ago.

We made plans with a guy named Jay to meet at a cafe. Jenny wore a short black dress without panties. This already spurred my arousal because it was the first time she’d done that in her life. I sat at the next table and watched. They talked and laughed. Then she leaned toward him and whispered something. And they went out into the dark courtyard behind the cafe ten minutes later. I followed them.

Jenny knelt right in front of him. I watched as she unbuttoned his jeans with trembling fingers. His black cock was already hard. She looked in my direction and wrapped her lips around it. She moved slowly. I heard wet sounds and her quiet moans. This guy was holding her hair and fucking her mouth. She didn’t stop.

When he came, she swallowed every drop and then licked it clean. And then my wife came back to me with shining eyes and smeared lipstick. We fucked in the car before we got home. Since then, blowjobs have become our new ritual. Jenny isn’t ready for more yet. And I love watching my wife turn into a lustful slut for BBC. The most memorable moment happened two weeks ago.

We were walking along the embankment late at night. It was warm, and there was hardly anyone around. Jenny was wearing a light sundress, her hair down. We noticed a black guy about twenty-five years old smoking by the railing. He was tall, athletic, and generally looked very respectable. I nodded to her, and she walked over to him.

• Can I have a cigarette? – she asked sweetly.

They started talking. I stood ten meters away pretending not to look at them. A couple of minutes later, my wife was laughing at his jokes and touching his arm. Then she turned to me, caught my eye, and smiled that same smile telling: «I’m going to do it now.»

• Let’s go there. – she said to the guy nodding toward the dark bushes by the ramp down to the water.

I followed them at a distance. They stopped in a small alcove where there was barely any light. Jenny immediately dropped to her knees on the asphalt. The guy was taken aback at first, but when she deftly pulled out his BBC, he cursed with pleasure.

• Fuck, are you serious? Right here?
• Yes! – she whispered and immediately took it into her mouth.

I stood five meters away and saw everything. She sucked deeply, her mouth plunging onto his BBC with a slurping sound. One hand caressed his balls, the other held his thigh. The guy moaned holding her head and bucking his hips. Passersby could pass at any moment, which made everything even more exciting. My wife sped up, her head bobbing rapidly drooling onto the asphalt. She looked at him, and occasionally glanced in my direction. I stood with my pants unbuttoned jerking off.

• I’m cumming. – he croaked.

She didn’t pull away and swallowed his cock almost completely, then froze. He came right down her throat with long thrusts. She swallowed it all, then licked the head for a few more seconds squeezing out the last drops. The guy stood there swaying, in disbelief. Then she stood up, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and said: «Thanks for the cigarette!»

We practically ran to the car. At home, she didn’t even have time to undress and I simply lifted her dress and entered her from behind with one thrust. She was completely wet. While I was fucking her, she told me how she felt his BBC on her tongue and how it throbbed when he came.

Now we’re planning the next step. It seems we can’t stop. Watching my beloved wife become a slut for BBC and swallow their sperm on her knees has become our strongest addiction.