We recently decided to record our next date with black guys. So we met them on an app and agreed that they would simply come and fuck my wife without any tenderness or sentimentality, and I would set up a camera and watch from the next room.

Faith was lying on our bed completely naked. Two black guys walked into the room and saw her caressing her hairy pussy. They undressed. They probably hadn’t fucked for a long time because their black cocks were already hard when they undressed. My wife spreads her legs revealing her pink vagina.

Then the first guy starts inserting his BBC into her vagina. He presses his head against my wife’s pussy and then begins to insert his BBC. While he’s inserting his BBC, Faith moans softly. Then he begins to fuck her.

He calls her a toy for black cocks. And Faith grabs her nipples and begins to twist them. She watches as the black cock slams into her vagina and moans. I love watching him fuck my wife. My cock is already hard. And then I take it out and begin to jerk off.

The black guy is already fucking my wife hard, while his friend jerks off standing nearby. Then I take some lube and apply it to my dildo. Then I push the dildo into my ass. I begin to impale myself on the dildo at the same time as the black guy roughly fucks my wife. The first guy cums soon and shoots a huge load into my wife’s pussy.

The second guy immediately approaches her and inserts his BBC into her used hole. He fucks Faith just as hard and fast, until she moans. He also cums inside her. And then they leave.

I walk into the room, and my wife sees my erection. She tugs on my cock and then lowers herself onto it balls-deep. My wife moves up and down on my cock. I can feel how warm and wet it is from the black guys’ cum that flows out with every movement she makes.

She cums loudly on my cock, and then she inserts three fingers into my ass and lowers her mouth onto my cock. And I cum soon feeling her wet lips wrap around my cock, and her fingers fuck my ass. I’m sure I’ve married well. And Faith is a really good wife.

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My husband tried to convince me that he loved me and still desired my body, although not with the same passion as in our youth. I’m 47 years old, my figure was full, my tits were large, my hips and butt were also fuller, but my waist was still there. And because of this, my husband said my figure looked amazing.

And so we had a lot of free time to think about something new, something we hadn’t been able to before. My husband Henry decided to spice up our lives with porn. Which initially only further convinced me that my body wasn’t very good and that I wasn’t good at things like giving blowjobs.

Henry started giving me sexy clothes like see-through nightgowns, panties, bras with cutouts, and the like. He also bought me a small vibrator and, for some reason, a black dildo. I asked him why he bought a black dildo. He told me there weren’t any others at the sex shop, and he didn’t want to wait.

Then I told him it reminded me of a black dick on a black guy. We looked at each other, as if we were just realizing it. Henry said: «Then let’s watch interracial porn! We’ve never done that! I think it’ll be something new for us!»

So we started watching interracial porn. I was fascinated by black guys’ dicks. They looked so big and enticing. I thought it was so sexy the way they fucked white women. My husband would play me videos of black men fucking plump white wives, and they would moan and cum like they were the first time.

Then my husband said that if I enjoyed watching black cocks fucking white wives so much, I should try it too. Henry started telling me: «I think that guy would fuck your plump pussy perfectly!», «Just look at how her huge tits are shaking, I’d love to see yours like that!» and stuff like that.

Now we’d be out and about looking for black guys and men everywhere. And Henry would ask if I’d let any of them fuck me. Soon, I’d gotten into this game. My husband told me I should dress up. Then we went shopping and bought me short dresses, low-cut dresses, and tight skirts. I got a new haircut. And then I looked at myself in the mirror in a new way.

Then we signed up for several apps and gradually began learning about adult parties where couples were meeting. When we realized we were ready to try something similar, we went to a similar meeting in a neighboring city. We were nervous, but everything went well.

We met a 32-year-old black man named Bradley at the meeting. He seemed experienced and outgoing, and it was pleasant to talk to him. I felt a little reserved and unsure, but overall, I felt calm because there were people around, and this place was specifically designed for this kind of meeting.

My husband treated it like a game, like a new challenge in our family life, and he was very supportive and confident in everything. This really helped me. Then around 10 p.m., the meeting began to come to an end, and the manager said that those who had found what they came for that day could continue the fun elsewhere. Then my husband said the three of us could go to our room and continue the evening. That’s what we did.

Bradley was very gentle and courteous with me. But I was nervous, because for the first time in my marriage, I’d have to undress in front of another man. My husband reassured me saying he’d be there, and I could rely on him and tell him if I didn’t like something.

We drank a bottle of wine. Bradley talked about his work, how he makes women happy. That’s what he said. He complimented me, and then gradually began touching my hip, then my shoulder, and then kissing my shoulders. And I really liked it.

I decided not to back down. Bradley helped me undress. And for the first time, I found myself naked in front of another man. He said I looked amazing. Then I uncovered my tits. He undressed, and I saw his black cock for the first time. It was long, thick, and surrounded by black hair with large balls.

Bradley began stroking his black cock saying that he really loved women like me and complimented my figure, my full hips and tits, and my thin waist. Then he lay down on my bed and began touching and caressing my tits and pussy. My nipples hardened under his fingers, and my pussy became wet. It was so arousing for me. Bradley kissed me deeply, and I relaxed spreading my legs exposing my wet vagina to him.

Bradley told me I looked incredibly hot and that he wanted to fuck me. I told him I wanted the same. And then he leaned on me and started entering me. He was big, and it felt incredibly good. It was so new and familiar at the same time, like it was my first time having sex.

When he entered me, he pressed himself against me and began to slowly fuck me. I was shaking. Bradley began to move his cock faster and harder penetrating me deeper and deeper. I had an orgasm shaking my whole body. And then he released his cum inside me. I felt his cock pulsating inside me erupting with cum.

We lay like that for a while. And then Bradley said he wanted a beautiful woman like me to try black cock. I thought, yes, I want to try his cock, take it in my mouth and suck it. When Bradley lay on his back, I began to suck his cock. I couldn’t take it all the way into my mouth. But it was just wonderful. I told him I was doing it clumsily, but he encouraged me stroking my head and guiding me. I felt his black cock hardening in my mouth and in my hands, and I didn’t stop. And then he erupted inside me. I licked his cum from my lips with curiosity.

I loved how we enjoyed each other like two lovers. And I felt sexy and hot. My husband watched all of this. I told him it was all so unusual and new for me. And Henry said it was simply incredible that he came while Bradley was fucking me.

It was such a new feeling for me and for us as a couple. I was satisfied and felt sexy, and I realized that this was a new chapter in our lives.

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My husband knew and accepted this. We decided to take a stroll in the park that warm evening. I wore a light summer dress that hugged my tits and hips, and Jeffrey walked beside me holding my hand. We sat on a bench when I noticed him.

A tall, athletic black man in his thirties was jogging nearby. His dark skin glistened with sweat, his arms were powerful, his shoulders broad. I immediately felt a warmth between my legs. He ran past, but slowed when he saw us. Our eyes met.

My husband and I sat on the bench and waited for him to pass us again. Fifteen or twenty minutes passed. He caught his breath and sat down on the bench next to us.

We started talking. His name was Sidney. He was passing through town. He spoke easily and naturally, and I sensed that same masculine power in him. I felt my body reacting, my nipples hardening, and my panties growing damp. My husband noticed it immediately. He always did.

Half an hour later, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

• Sidney, – I said quietly looking into his eyes. – You know, my husband and I have a special relationship. I love him, but I want to feel like I’m submissive wife for BBC.

Jeffrey and I waited for his reaction. Then my husband nodded silently when Sidney looked at him with a slight smile. So we headed to our house.

We went into the bedroom. I knelt before Sydney without asking my husband’s permission. He sat in the chair in the corner, as we sometimes agreed. Sydney slowly unzipped his pants. His big, thick black cock spilled out of his gym shorts. I moaned at the sight. That’s exactly what I wanted.

• Suck. – he commanded in a low voice.

I obediently opened my mouth and took his BBC inside me. He was so big that I had to spread my lips wide. I worked my tongue deepthroating until drool ran down my chin. Then Sydney grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth, deep and confident. I moaned feeling like a true submissive wife to his BBC.

• Your wife sucks well. – Sydney said to my husband. – Look how she likes it.

Jeffrey sat silently, his hand already in his pants. He loved watching his wife become submissive to the BBC.

Then Sydney lifted me up, ripped off my dress and panties. He pushed me onto the bed on all fours facing my husband. I looked into Jeffrey’s eyes as his BBC entered my wet pussy. I moaned with pleasure at the feeling of being filled and stretched. Each thrust was deep, rough, dominant. His heavy balls slapped my wet pussy.

Sidney spanked my ass, squeezed my hair, and pulled me back forcing me to arch. And I came first. He didn’t stop. He flipped me over, threw my legs over his shoulders, and continued to fuck me even deeper. I watched Jeffrey jerk off watching big black cock disappear into my pink pussy.

• Cum inside me! – I begged. – Please.

And then Sydney was already filling me with his hot cum. I came again feeling him pulsate inside me. When he pulled out, I lay relaxed, his cum slowly leaking out between my legs.

My husband came over to kiss me, and he stroked my head. I had a wonderful time being submissively wife fucked by a BBC. We thanked Sydney for the date, and when he left, my husband carefully washed me all over in the shower.

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She handed me her phone playing today’s video. Then she lowered herself between my legs and pulled my dick out. I started watching the video, and my wife sucked my dick. It turned out she and the two BBCs had gone to a nearby park.

The video began with her mounting the phone on the dashboard, the front seats folded down, and the two guys lounging in the back. My wife was sitting in the middle, on the floor, between their cocks. She took the BBC first starting with the head, and then sucked it like a whore who’d been picked up right off the road.

While she was sucking one BBC, the second guy lifted her skirt and I looked at my wife’s ass. Then he stuck his fingers into her already wet pussy. The first guy grabbed her head and fucked her with deep thrusts. Then he apparently came in her mouth. She pulled away from him and licked her lips looking at the camera.

My dick became hard while my wife was sucking me. Then she moved onto the other guy’s cock. Her head bobbed up and down, she worked hard again drooling all over his thick cock. The second guy said he wanted to fuck. Then they switched, and my wife was kneeling in the backseat sucking a cock with her ass stuck out the open door.

The second guy came outside and started spanking her ass. He buried his face in her pussy. I heard him say something like: «This bitch is so wet and juicy.» He worked his tongue and fingers inside her, and soon she came. She released one BBC for a moment and moaned loudly clutching his shaft with her hand. Then she went back to work. My wife practically choked on his BBC and took his cum down her throat again.

I continued watching the video, and my wife was already climbing on top of my hard cock. She slid easily onto my cock. At that moment, something happened in the video, and everyone involved hurriedly began to get ready. My wife told me they were caught by a group of people who had come for a picnic.

I said to her: «So you didn’t get fucked, darling? Did your pussy remain without a cock today?» I grabbed her ass and began thrusting hard into her pussy. She moaned and begged to be fucked. Which I did. I thrust deep into her pussy intending to fill it with my cum.

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Emily went there three times a week. At first, classes ended at eight, then at nine, then she started coming after 11 PM. She told me that the girl’s father, Klaus, is a respectable black man in his forties, the owner of his own business. He often works late and asked Emily to wait for him to return so Susie wouldn’t be alone at home.

Then I began to notice changes in my wife. Emily began paying more attention to her look before going out. She put on lipstick, put on her best lingerie, and spent more time in front of the mirror. In bed, she also became more passionate, as if something new had awakened within her. When we had sex, she would close her eyes sometimes and move as if recalling other, more powerful sensations.

I began to suspect. The scent of someone else’s men’s perfume on her clothes, the slight marks on her neck that she tried to hide with foundation, her tired but contented gaze. However, there was no direct evidence, and I pushed away thoughts of her cheating on me with a black man.

That evening, she returned almost at midnight. I was awake sitting in the kitchen with tea. I heard the lock click. Emily entered quietly trying not to make any noise. She was wearing the same dark dress she wore when she wanted to look especially attractive. Then she apologized for being late and went into the bedroom.

I entered the bedroom a couple of minutes later. My wife was already undressing, the dress was lying on the bed, and she was standing in pink lace lingerie. I came closer, and she became agitated. I saw a wet spot on her thong. And traces of sperm were trickling down her inner thigh. Apparently there was so much of it that it flowed out without stopping in my wife’s small panties.

I looked at her panties and the traces. Everything became clear to me, even though I’d long suspected it. I felt both pain and arousal.

• Is it Klaus? – I asked in a hoarse voice.

Emily looked down, then nodded slowly.

• Yes. For almost two months now. I went to see him even when Susie was visiting her relatives.

She walked over to the dresser. The panties with those obvious traces were still on her.

• At first it was an accident. We were just talking after class, then we kissed. And then I couldn’t stop. He’s so confident and strong. I feel different with him. And I feel desired.

I silently watched as a little more thick liquid slowly leaked from under the edge of her panties and ran down her leg. Emily didn’t try to wipe it off.

• Do you still love me? – I asked.
• I love you very much! – she answered without hesitation. – But I need it. I can’t refuse what he gives me.

We didn’t sleep until morning. I didn’t shout or make a scene. Instead, I took off those very same panties and saw everything with my own eyes. I saw her slightly swollen lips, the wet sheen, the traces of recent sex. Then I entered her feeling how slippery and hot she still was after another man. My wife moaned louder than usual and whispered to me how Klaus had fucked her with his black cock pinning her against the piano.

Nothing has changed since then. She continues to visit Susie three times a week. Sometimes she returns clean and fresh, sometimes with obvious marks. I’ve learned to recognize this state by her gait, the sparkle in her eyes, and the way she clenches her thighs when she enters the apartment.

I’ve become a husband who knows his wife regularly has sex with someone else. And, strangely enough, it hasn’t ruined our marriage. Every time she gets ready to «go to class», I kiss her goodbye and wait. I wait for my wife to return, a little different, a little tired, and still smelling of another man.

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I texted my husband before I left: «I’m on my way. I’ll be late. Wait for me and don’t cum without me.» He replied with just one word: «Waiting.» I knew he was sitting at home, tense, his dick already hard imagining what would happen next.

The man I met was a tall, confident black man in his mid-thirties. I’d specifically chosen a tight-fitting black minidress for this evening. Underneath, I wore lacy black panties and no bra.

I immediately spotted my new acquaintance at the bar. His name was Artie. We’d been texting for a couple of days, and he clearly knew what he wanted. Just twenty minutes after we’d met, his hand was on my thigh under the table, his fingers slowly lifting the hem of my dress.

• Are you really married and does your husband know where you went? – he asked.
• Yes. And he’s at home waiting for the video right now. – I answered honestly looking him in the eyes.

This clearly turned him on. Half an hour later, we were in a hotel room on the 12th floor kissing passionately. His hands were roughly kneading my tits through the thin fabric of my dress, his fingers pinching my nipples making me moan softly. Then he quickly pulled my dress down leaving only my panties.

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his thick, almost hard black cock. I took it in my mouth trying to take it as deep as possible. Artie grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth, not too gently, but just the way I liked it. Then he lifted me up, threw me on all fours on the bed, and tore off my panties. Without wasting time on foreplay, he abruptly entered me. I moaned loudly, his BBC was truly big and thick. He began pounding me hard and deep slapping my ass with his palm.

I couldn’t hold back. My moans filled the room. He fucked me in different positions: first doggy style, then he flipped me over onto my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and penetrated even deeper. I felt his balls slap my ass with each thrust.

• Where should I cum? – when he was close, he asked hoarsely.
• Inside… Cum inside me! – I breathed.

Artie growled and after a few powerful thrusts, he began to cum. I felt hot streams of his sperm spurt deep inside me. He came really hard.

But he didn’t stop there. After ten minutes of rest, he was ready again. This time, he laid me on my back, spread my legs wide, and entered slowly savoring every inch. Now he fucked me more deliberately, but still just as deeply. While he was moving inside me, I took out my phone and asked him to film it for my husband.

He took the phone and continued to fuck me filming his thick BBC entering and exiting my wet pussy. Then I took the phone myself and took a close-up of my face, my lipstick smeared and my expression satisfied.

When he began to speed up again, I only had time to gasp: «Cum…» and Artie thrust deeply into me and filled my pussy with his hot cum again. After the second time, I made a video, which I later sent to my husband.

I lay on my back, spread my legs wide, and parted my swollen lips with two fingers. The camera showed thick, white sperm slowly flowing out of my red, freshly used pussy. I filmed a few seconds of this video and then texted my husband:

«He came inside me twice, very deep and a lot. I’m on my way home now. Get ready to fuck your dirty wife.»

While I was riding in the taxi, I felt Artie’s cum slowly leaking out and staining my panties. This sensation was incredibly arousing.

My husband was already waiting for me in the hallway. He didn’t even let me take off my shoes and immediately pinned me against the wall and kissed me. His hands greedily reached under my dress.

• Show me. – he whispered hoarsely.

I lifted my dress, pulled my panties to the side, and spread my legs right there in the hallway. My pussy was still oozing with someone else’s cum.

My husband dropped to his knees and greedily pressed his mouth to my slit. He licked me with such hunger, as if it were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. I moaned holding his hair.

• I want you now! – he said standing up. Then he turned me to face the wall, lifted my dress, and eagerly entered my pussy. He fucked me hard. I can feel it… – he moaned in my ear. -I can feel his hot cum inside you… Fuck, it’s so exciting!

At these words, I came first clenching tightly around his cock. A few seconds later, he came too adding his sperm to the other’s. He came long and deep pressing his body against me.

• Thank you, darling. I love you so much! – he whispered kissing me tenderly after we caught our breath.
• I know. – I answered quietly. I smiled still feeling the mixture of his and his cum trickling down my inner thigh.

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Even then, I thought he was working for a famous TV channel now. It even makes me laugh when I think about it. I clicked the icon. The chat was long. Really long. Then I started scrolling up and felt a knot in my stomach.

The first thing I noticed were the photos of her naked boobs. A perfect photo taken in our bedroom. My wife texted: «Do you still like the way they look?» His reply came a minute later: «Oh shit, Angie, you’re killing me. Send me more, just spread your legs wider.»

I scrolled further. It was all there. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror spreading her lips with two fingers, so he could see how wet she was. The next photo showed her on all fours on our bed, the camera facing from behind, her pussy glistening with arousal. «Shooting it just like you asked. Can you imagine entering me?» she texted him.

Then there was a short video. My wife was lying on her back, legs spread wide slowly inserting two fingers into her pussy softly moaning his name: «Taylor, I want your thick black cock so bad!»

My hands were shaking. I didn’t want to be paranoid, but my hands opened the gallery. And then I found a hidden folder. There were even more. Fresh pictures. My wife took them yesterday. While I was at work, she made him a compilation: her in my white shirts, unbuttoned to her belly button, her nipples protruding, one hand between her legs. In the last photo, she had come, her face contorted in pleasure, her fingers glistening, a wet spot on the sheet. The caption: «Came thinking of you. Too bad it wasn’t on you.»

I heard the shower turn off. I felt like some kind of spy or a paranoid husband. So I quickly exited the chat, but I couldn’t stop. I opened her recently deleted page.

There was a video she’d clearly deleted this morning. She’s sitting on the toilet, legs spread filming cum leaking out of her pussy. It clearly wasn’t mine. I hadn’t cum in her in four days. In the video, she’s smearing thick white fluid over her clit with her finger and whispering: «Look how much you cummed in me yesterday.»

Then the bathroom door opened. My wife came out wearing just a towel, her hair wet, a slight smile on her face. She saw me holding her phone and froze.

• What are you doing? – her voice wavered.
• I’m watching my wife send her pussy to her ex-colleague. And how she writes to him that she wants him to fuck her for real because her husband ‘isn’t the same anymore. – I looked up at her. My mouth was dry.

She turned pale and tried to justify herself.

• Then what is it? – I stood up and came closer. My voice was strangely calm. – You texted him yesterday at 2:37 PM that you missed his thick black cock. And at 10:14 PM, while I was sleeping next to you, you sent him a video of yourself jerking off and moaning his name.

She was silent. I grabbed her hair and pulled her toward me.

• You know what’s the funniest thing? – I whispered against her lips. – I’m so hard right now, I haven’t been in a long time. Because I saw what a dirty slut you really are.

She was breathing heavily. Her towel fell to the floor revealing her naked body. I ran my fingers between her legs. She was wet, apparently aroused by the whole situation.

• What are you going to do? – she whispered.
• First, I’ll make you tell me everything. In detail. And then… then I’ll decide whether I’ll fuck you like my wife or like some other guy’s slut who’s been starved for real sex.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly as my two fingers easily entered her.

• Tell me. – I said slowly moving my hand. – How long has he been fucking you?

She licked her lips and moaned.

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She dressed in a short dress and a thong one weekend and went to a bar. She was obviously having a good time there. I went to the store and decided to drive past this bar on the way back. And I saw my wife driving through a large parking lot. She was leaning against her car, and some black guy was fucking her from behind.

I decided to stop to watch for a while, and also not to scare the couple. My wife stuck her ass out trying to get into the rhythm of the BBC fucking her. Her dress was pulled up, so her bare white ass glistened in the dark. Then I quickly drove home and waited for her. She returned about an hour later. Rosie had cleaned herself up, but it was still obvious that someone had fucked her.

• How did you have fun, babe? – I asked my wife.
• Oh, that was great! – she said coming over to me.
• I can feel your pussy all wet and sticky. – I slipped my hand under her dress, squeezed her ass, and then pushing aside her thong, stuck two fingers into her pussy.
• Yes, a black guy fucked me great today. He did it right in the parking lot. – she replied moaning under my fingers.
• So you acted like a real slut letting him use you right there in the parking lot?
• Oh, yes, darling, that’s right.
• He fucked you with his black cock and left you right there like a slut? And did you bring his cum home? – I moved my fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy and became excited.
• Yes, I did everything just the way you like it.
• Then get on your knees and suck me off.

My wife knelt before me and pulled out my hard cock. She opened her mouth, after which I pushed my cock inside. She looked at me. I grabbed her head and pushed my cock deep into her throat. Then I began to fuck her head for a long time holding my cock deep, so that her lips touched my hairy pubis.

I held back from fucking my wife’s mouth for a long time because I intended to fuck her used pussy. So I pushed her onto the bed soon and inserted my hard cock into her pussy. It was wet, very wet.

• He left a lot of cum here. – I said fucking my wife’s pussy.
• Yes, darling, he came a lot because he hasn’t fucked in a long time.
• It’s a good thing he got a slut like you, right?
• Yes, darling.

I continued fucking her remembering how that black guy fucked my wife in the parking lot. Then I grabbed her tits and began squeezing her nipples fucking her pussy deep and hard. She came, and I pulled out my cock, stuck it between her cheeks, and began to spill my cum.

When she came, I pushed my cock back in and released the rest of my cum into her used pussy. I lay on top of her until my cock softened right inside her pussy. Well, that was a great weekend.

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One day my friends and I got together for a party. My friend Barry pulled me aside for a chat. We were already pretty drunk. Basically, he told me that my girlfriend was known to all the guys in his group because she loved to suck cock. He also said that many guys had fucked her, and that it had been many times and with several guys.

This really shocked me considering Barry was a black guy, and almost all of his friends were too. I didn’t believe it. Barry and I had never been close friends, and I didn’t understand why he was telling me this. I thought about it after our conversation, and it kept bothering me.

I know how great Chris is at sucking cock. Our first time started with a blowjob. I was enjoying it so much back then that I considered myself very lucky. And besides, she was always sucking. She liked to suck everywhere: in the car, in the park, in the fitting room, or in friends’ bathrooms. I considered myself lucky. There was nothing suspicious about it for me, I couldn’t think anything wrong with my girlfriend loving to suck cock.

A month later, we moved into our apartment. Chris was always affectionate and passionate, and everything seemed perfect. But Barry’s words sometimes popped into my head. Then I started catching myself imagining her sucking other guys’ black cocks. These thoughts turned me on immensely. When she gave me a blowjob, I imagined her surrounded by black cocks, and my dick got even harder.

Gradually, the fantasy of Chris sucking a black cock not far from me completely took hold of me. Then our friends invited us to a party. The house was packed. Chris wore a short, form-fitting dress that perfectly accentuated her figure. I spent the entire evening staring at her when she wasn’t with me.

Then Chris took me into one of the rooms at night. She kissed me, asked if everything was okay, and then pulled down my pants and gave me a fantastic blowjob. I came, relaxed, and went back to the guests, but she stayed behind saying she wanted to lie down.

I continued chatting with my friends. Then Barry came up to me, he was also at the party. It was as if he’d been waiting for the right moment. He brought up the topic of my girlfriend and black cocks again. I was pretty relaxed and interested in finally putting this matter to rest.

Anyway, his friends and I decided to go up to Chris’s room. She was sitting with her smartphone, quite relaxed. Then she looked at all the guys and tossed back her long hair. Barry told her that I knew everything, and I didn’t mind.

I moved toward the bed. And all the guys stood around the chair where she was sitting. The room was pleasantly dim. I sat on the bed and watched the guys pull their dicks out of their pants. Now my girlfriend had five black cocks dangling in front of her.

Barry was the first to approach. Chris took his black cock in her hand and then began sucking. She did this with obvious pleasure deepthroating him and working her tongue around the head. Then she looked at him testing his reaction. He groaned after a couple of minutes and came in her mouth.

Then the next guy came over. His cock was really big. He pulled down Chris’s dress so that her boobs were visible. He rubbed his big black cock over her boobs, and she grabbed his cock and began jerking him off with her boobs. Then the guys lifted her from the chair and led her to the bed. She lay down. Then this guy got on top of her and began rubbing his cock over her boobs.

She grabbed them again, and now the head of his cock was passing between her boobs and entering her mouth. The other guys approached her and lifted her dress. They started rubbing her pussy through her panties, and she loved it.

While the guys were caressing her pussy with her panties pulled back, her head was getting deeper and deeper into his cock. She choked on it while the guy fucked her throat. Then he came deep without removing his cock from her mouth.

Her makeup was smeared all over her face. Another guy had already approached her head and thrust his cock into her mouth. She lay there allowing him to enter her mouth again. I could see his cock moving back and forth in her neck.

He came deep into my girlfriend’s throat again. She said she was tired of lying there and stood up. And the new guy had already approached her with a hard black cock. She gave in again and happily sucked his cock twisting her head and caressing his balls with her hands. He came spraying his cum all over her face and tits.

The guys changed several times like this. They all came in her mouth or on her face and tits. Chris was covered in cum. Then all the guys left leaving us alone. I watched my girlfriend look like a slut with cum all over her body, smeared makeup, her dress hiked up, and her hair disheveled.

I walked up to her. She immediately unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard cock, and took it into her mouth. I immediately felt such relaxation. But at the same time, I realized that other guys had cum in my girlfriend’s mouth just a few minutes ago. And it turned me on like crazy, like she was everyone’s whore, but also mine.

I was incredibly aroused. Chris was looking up at me. I pulled my dick out of her mouth, positioned Chris doggy style pushing her wet panties aside, and entered her. She was so wet. I fucked her hard remembering how she sucked all the guys’ black cocks. Chris moaned and was very pliable, and she came quickly. I seemed pleased with myself and came deep inside her too.

We both collapsed onto the bed, very tired. I knew this was one of the best moments of our sex life. It was an immense excitement and pleasure that I couldn’t compare to anything else.

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It was early March. I was standing at the counter waiting while a girl in glasses checked my documents. The door to the open space office was slightly open, and I saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered black man with short curly hair. He was standing by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand laughing about something while talking to his colleague. His white shirt stretched across his chest so tightly that I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He has beautiful hands, strong wrists, and perfect posture. I felt something click inside.

I started arriving earlier seemingly at the right moment. The third time, I heard his name was Kevin. He’d been working in the IT department for six months. I casually asked a girl I knew at the reception, «Does he have a phone number? I’m having trouble with the printer at the office. Maybe he can help.» She smiled and dictated it. I saved the contact as «Kevin_office.»

When I got home that evening, I wrote him my first message after getting out of the shower. My heart was pounding like a schoolgirl’s. I hadn’t had a lover in a long time. And I was already missing the thrill of it. Besides, my husband didn’t mind and allowed me to take any liberties. After all, our marriage is built on these sweet liberties.

So I wrote to him:

«Hi. This is Anna, the courier from the law firm. You probably don’t remember, but I come to see you every week. I heard your name today and decided to write. Mind chatting?»

He replied ten minutes later: «Hi, Anna! Of course I remember. You’re always in a black coat and carrying a big folder.»

We texted every day. At first, about work, the weather, how he missed a real American burger. Then I became bolder. I sent photos: first just my reflection in the mirror in a new dress, then in lacy lingerie I’d bought especially for him. «This is for you!» I wrote under one photo. He responded with a voicemail: a low, velvety voice with a slight accent. «Anna, you kill me. You’re so beautiful, I can’t concentrate on work.»

Then I went even further. I told him how I imagined his hands on my body. How I wanted to feel his lips on my neck. He responded in the same vein: «I’d pin you against the wall right here in our office and not let go until you moan my name.» Every message he sent made my thighs clench. We texted each other all night. I masturbated to his voicemails imagining him whispering it in my ear.

Thursday arrived faster than I expected. I put on my most revealing lingerie under my formal business suit: black lace panties and a bra that barely covered my boobs. I also put on high heels. When I walked into the office, my heart was pounding so loudly that I was afraid everyone would hear. Then I handed over the contracts, smiled at the secretary, and as soon as I was in the hallway, I pulled out my phone.

«I’m here. The restroom is on the fifth floor, in the far stall. Come in five minutes. I’m waiting.»

And I stood inside the stall, my back pressed against the cold wall. The door was ajar. I heard footsteps a few minutes later. The door opened, and he walked in.

Kevin was even more handsome up close. His eyes were dark and hot sweeping over me. Then he closed the door behind him and immediately pinned me against the wall. His hand rested on my waist, the other on the back of my head.

• Are you serious? – he whispered hoarsely.
• Yes. – I breathed out and reached for his lips.

The kiss was harsh, passionate, and impatient. His tongue immediately entered my mouth, and I moaned. Kevin’s hands slid under my skirt lifting it to my waist. He abruptly ripped my panties down, and the fabric split. I unbuckled his belt feeling his hard cock pulsing beneath my hands. A big, hot black cock.

• Faster! – I whispered wrapping my arm around his BBC and sliding him up and down.

He lifted me by the hips, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He entered me almost completely. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I’d been waiting for this for so long, for his black cock to fill me, and it was incredible.

Kevin began to move and penetrate me deeper. I’ve been waiting for this guickie with a BBC in the bathroom for so long. Each thrust drove me into the wall. The restroom stall shook. I dug my nails into his shoulders burying my face in his neck to muffle my moans.

• Yes… like this… harder! – I begged whispering in his ear.

He fucked me faster. His hands held my ass tightly, and his fingers dug into my skin. I felt everything inside me tighten, my orgasm rapidly approaching. He went particularly deep and paused for a second, then began moving in short, hard thrusts hitting the exact spot that made my vision go dark.

I came first. My body arched, and I bit his shoulder through his shirt to keep from screaming. Waves of pleasure rolled over me one after another. Kevin moaned into my hair and a few seconds later came deep inside me filling me completely. His hips trembled, his whole body pressing into me.

We stood like that for another minute breathing heavily. He slowly lowered me to the floor. My legs were shaking. His cum ran down the inside of my thigh. I quickly took some wet wipes out of my purse, and we both silently cleaned ourselves up. Then he zipped up his pants, and I adjusted my skirt. I had to put my panties in my purse because they were hopelessly ruined.

• That was… so damn hot. – he whispered.
• Next Thursday in the same stall? – I smiled feeling my insides still pulsing.
• I’ll wait for your message. – he chuckled, adjusting his shirt.

I left first. My heart was still pounding. In the elevator, I looked at myself in the mirror: disheveled hair, flushed lips, a satisfied smile. Once a week, I’ll bring contracts here. And now I’ll have another, very pleasant, reason to come back.

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