Recently, our project at work dragged on for a long time. Many of my colleagues stayed, but gradually they left, and eventually, Elijah and I were left alone. He suggested ordering pizza. When the courier delivered, Elijah was putting the pizza box on the table, and I was standing next to him. His hand accidentally touched my waist. I didn’t move away. I felt a flush.

We ate and talked about work, but the conversation quickly turned personal. I told him how my boyfriend was always at work or with friends. Elijah looked into my eyes and said: «A girl like you deserves better.» His hand rested on my thigh under the table. I didn’t resist. Then he leaned down and kissed me, and I kissed him back. We were so drawn to each other.

We barely made it to the conference room before closing the door. Elijah pinned me against the wall. «I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long time!» he said unbuttoning my blouse and pulling my tits out of my bra. My tits were sticking out, and my large, hard nipples were hard in his palms. He leaned down and took one into his mouth sucking so hard that I moaned. His hand lifted my skirt, and his fingers immediately found my wet panties.

I was already so wet, he was turning me on so much that I wanted him to fuck me right then. «You’re so wet!» he chuckled thrusting two thick fingers inside me.

I was shaking. No one had ever touched me so roughly and so pleasurably. I knelt down on the carpet and unzipped his pants. His cock was in front of my face, a huge black cock that was already hardening. Of course, it was much bigger than my boyfriend’s.

I wrapped my lips around him. Elijah grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth pushing all the way down to my throat. I gagged, but I loved it so much, it excited me wildly, and I gave myself over to his hands.

Then he lifted me up, sat me on the table, and spread my legs wide. He pulled my panties aside and entered me. I moaned. It was deep, and the feeling of fullness filled me. He fucked me hard holding me by the hips slapping his heavy balls against my wet pussy. The table creaked, and my moans filled the room.

Unexpectedly, I came first. It was so hard squirting all over his stomach, my legs shaking. He flipped me over, entered again, and began to fuck me even deeper. His fingers rubbed my clit until I screamed with a second orgasm. Finally, he growled thrusting deep inside me, and released his hot cum inside me. It slid inside me and then leaked down my thighs.

We lay there breathing heavily. I felt so satisfied and alive. Dani had already texted me five times, and I’d replied that I was late at work.

I was already thinking about tomorrow at the office on the way home. About how to find the right moment for Elijah to fuck me again. And I could feel his cum inside me. I sat in the taxi squeezing my thighs and smiling.

It’s happened a few more times since then. I don’t think my boyfriend realizes his girlfriend is being fucked by a BBC. He thinks I’m just tired of work and projects. And I’m tired of boring sex. Now I have a real big black cock ready to fuck me however it wants. And I don’t think I’m going to stop.

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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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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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We’ve been married for several years. She works in accounting, and I work in the IT department of a private company. Our boss Mr. Johnson is a tall, muscular black man in his forties. He was always flirting with women. I even think he’d had sex with several of my colleagues. Then I started noticing him looking at my wife, but I chalked it up to paranoia. I thought he only fucked single women.

It all happened one Friday evening. Our company was celebrating a successful quarter, and the office emptied out after six. But Dora stayed late to finish sending some documents, and I was sitting in the server room. Johnson called her into his office. «We need to discuss the numbers.» he said over the intercom. I don’t know what he was thinking about, that she was alone in the office? I didn’t pay it any mind, but when she didn’t return after half an hour, I decided to check.

Then I heard muffled voices as I crept up to his office door. The door was ajar. Did he really think they were alone in the office, or did he do it on purpose? I peered inside. My wife was sitting on the edge of his desk, her blouse unbuttoned revealing a lacy bra. Johnson stood in front of her, his large hand caressing her thigh under her skirt.

«You know I’ve wanted you for a long time.» he said. Dora blushed but didn’t pull away. «My husband’s here in the office.» she murmured barely audibly. Her voice suggested she wasn’t afraid at all, on the contrary, she was clearly aroused by the situation.

«Let him watch if he finds us.» Johnson chuckled pressing closer to my wife’s body. He leaned down and began kissing her neck, and she moaned. Her body went limp and yielded to him. I couldn’t move. My heart was pounding, but instead of jealousy, I felt a strange rush of adrenaline. It was like a porno.

He unbuttoned her blouse completely revealing my wife’s large, soft tits. His dark palms squeezed them, and her nipples hardened under his fingers. Dora arched, and I heard her moan at his touch. Then Johnson moved lower, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. He dove between her legs, and she grabbed the edge of the table. I saw her body tremble with pleasure as she thrust toward him.

Then he stood up and unbuttoned his pants. He shook his black cock, then grabbed Dora by her hips before she could recover. He turned her around and quickly bent her over the table. She braced her hands on the countertop. I watched my wife lie there with her skirt hiked up flashing her ass. Johnson was rubbing his black cock against my wife’s pussy, clearly satisfied.

Then, quickly, he thrust his black cock into my wife’s pussy. She screamed, then moaned. I heard her repeat: «Oh, yes!» several times. I stood in the shadows of the hallway peering through the crack. His black buttocks moved rhythmically driving his large cock into my wife’s pussy.

Dora moaned, her tits rubbing against the table in time with his movements. She continued to moan with pleasure and begged him to fuck her again and again. He slapped her ass leaving a red mark, and she came first.

He didn’t stop flipping her over, spreading her legs, and thrusting again. Now I could see his thick shaft stretching her pussy. He continued to fuck my wife hard. «Yes, you’re mine now!» he said. Dora was shaking with another orgasm. Then he tensed up and came right inside my wife twitching his ass.

I retreated into the hallway and then returned to the server room as if I hadn’t seen anything. When Dora came to me, she kissed me on the cheek, but I noticed her legs were shaking slightly. I know the truth now, and it turns me on more than it should.

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He took care of everything, and I wanted for nothing. Sex was ordinary and boring. It was like simply fulfilling a marital duty. I lay there and took his penis inside me. But I sorely missed passion, spontaneity, pleasure. And my husband didn’t enjoy me as a woman. Sex for him was like another project at work. It had to be started and finished.

He didn’t think about me at all, didn’t enjoy my body, didn’t admire me as a woman. I tried to talk him into various toys, spontaneous sex, anal. But he told me he was fine with everything. And he didn’t want to turn his wife into a prostitute.

I was disappointed. This meant I wouldn’t be able to get what I so passionately desired with my husband. I couldn’t suppress my sexual appetites. So I watched hardcore porn when my husband wasn’t home. I hid my vibrators from him.

Then I started going to adult movie theaters alone. At first, I just walked around keeping to myself. But men noticed me. And soon I couldn’t hold back. I let one guy fuck me. It happened right in the parking lot, in his car. And from then on, I couldn’t restrain myself anymore.

I met guys in different places and fucked them wherever I could. All this happened while Brian was at work. I continued to play with various toys at home. And then I often went out to fuck a real cock.

Then I did a thorough cleaning of the house and discovered several hidden cameras in the house. Including in our bedroom, where I often have fun with my toys. So my husband had been watching this all this time, and maybe even spying on me while I was pleasuring myself! But he never mentioned it to me.

I realized he had a certain fantasy. So I continued masturbating with my vibrators, so he could see it. I watched porn. I wanted him to know all this. And I also realized he saw me coming home from dates and getting myself ready.

Then a plan formed in my head to have sex with some guy right at our house. It happened a few days later. I ordered delivery, and a young black guy delivered. It wasn’t hard for me to seduce him. Of course, who would refuse a good fuck to a bored housewife?

We talked a little in the living room, drank cocktails. I came over and kissed him. My tongue mingled with his. I felt his cock bulging in his jeans and touching my stomach. So I led him by the hand into our bedroom. I pulled down his jeans to reveal his hard cock.

Then I undressed. We fell onto the bed. He spread my legs and plunged into my pussy. He sucked my clit until I felt pleasure and relaxation at the same time. Then I sat up on the bed and grabbed his beautiful black cock. I ran my hands over it, then my lips. I savored his cock, so my husband would know how much I loved cock.

My pussy seemed wetter than usual. I sucked his hard black cock with pleasure. I wiggled my butt and stood with one foot on the bed, then he finally inserted his big black cock into me. What a pleasure it is to be fucked like a slut!

Then I straddled this young man. I moved my hips powerfully. My tits were shaking. And if my husband saw this, he must have already come. We picked up the pace, and I came loudly spilling juices all over his thighs and pubic area. I screamed «Cum inside me!» and squeezed my tits while he grabbed my hips hard and slammed his cock into me. I felt him pulsate and erupt inside me releasing a whole gallon of cum.

Then I walked him home. I tidied up the room a bit wiping up our cum from the floor. Then I took a shower, dressed decently, and waited for my husband to come home from work.

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But everything changed that evening when I decided to pick her up from a corporate party. It was late. I parked at the entrance to the hotel where the banquet was taking place. Anna was the last to leave, and next to her was her boss Marcus. A tall, muscular African American.

He was wearing an expensive suit that hugged his athletic body. He hugged her around the waist. And it was too intimate and tight. He whispered something in my wife’s ear. And she laughed. I froze in the car, my heart pounding like a drum.

At home, she said she’d had too much to drink, and we went to bed. But sleep wouldn’t come to me. The next day, I took her phone while she was in the shower. I knew her password. It was our wedding date.

The messages from «M» started pouring in: «Babe, yesterday was awesome. When’s it coming again?» And then a photo: my wife on her knees in his office, her lips wrapped around his thick black cock, her eyes full of lust.

Then another video: Marcus from behind, his strong hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her rhythmically and deeply. «You’re my slut, Anna!» And my wife moans: «Yes, master, fuck me harder!»

I sat there for almost an hour scrolling through the chat. A whole year! It all started on a business trip to Istanbul. «He invited me to dinner. He’s so confident, not like my Stan. And his cock… God, it tore me apart. I came three times that night,» she wrote to her friend in a chat that I also found.

Then they met at a hotel in the center of our city, in his apartment, even in our bedroom when I was on a business trip! «I brought your panties. I put them on myself while I was jerking off thinking about your pussy.» he wrote to my wife!

Memories flooded back. How she began to stay late more often, supposedly for negotiations. How her body suddenly blossomed, her nipples darkened, her hips rounded. I thought it was from happiness. But it was him and his sperm, his hard fucking. I remembered finding condoms in her bag some time ago. But we hadn’t used them for a long time, she said then: «for safety.» Now it’s clear: for him.

I didn’t make a scene right away. I sat in the kitchen while she cooked dinner, and looked at my wife with a different look. When we went to bed, I pressed her to me.

• Tell me how he fucks you? – I whispered. She froze.
• Stan, I’m sorry.

She wanted to say something. But my fingers slid to her pussy. And she was wet. Then I entered her sharply imagining his dark skin on her white, his thickness stretching her. She screamed digging her nails into my back. I was jerking her pussy.

• Harder, like him. – she screamed. And I came growling with rage and excitement.

The next morning she begged her for forgiveness. But I knew she would return to him. Marcus is not just a boss, he is her secret king. And me? I`m part of this story now. I wrote to him last night: «I know everything. And I want to see!» The answer came a minute later: «Come to the office. I will show you how she likes black.»

I was standing at the door of his office. The door was ajar. My wife is on the table, her legs spread, his black cock entering her slowly and deeply. «Look, hubby! He’s better than you!» she moaned. Then Marcus smirked and picked up the pace. His balls slapped against her skin. I stay there and watch. And in this pain, my strange relief. The year of lies is over. The truth has begun.

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I stayed at a small boutique hotel. I went down to the bar after a tiring day of negotiations. There he was – a tall, black man with beautiful eyes and a sexy smile. His name was Max. We started talking. And soon I felt how my body responded to his gaze. He was confident. And something in his voice made me forget about the ring on my finger.

When he offered to go up to his room, I didn`t resist. He pulled me to him in the room, and I felt his strength and confidence. And when he undressed, I saw his black cock. It was big. Much bigger than my husband’s!

Max knew what he was doing. I forgot about everything. About my husband, about morals, about consequences. I looked at his black cock as if it were something special. And then I started on it. I tried to suck it, tried to swallow it. But it was so big! I thought I was such a clumsy person! But I liked doing all this!

Then Max threw me on the bed turning me over on all fours. I became incredibly wet. I was surprised at myself. He fucked me, then I bounced on his black cock from above. I moaned while he plunged into my pussy. It seemed to me that I was experiencing real pleasure for the first time. I came several times on my first bbc!

It was not just sex, it was liberation. I felt desired for the first time. He fucked me with such passion that I lost control. I moaned when he fucked my pussy hard. I realized what I was missing that night. It was a big black dick!

I returned home to my husband the next morning. I couldn`t forget that hot night with a first black cock. That night woke up the woman inside me. It was my first time with a bbc. I don’t know what to do before. But I have never experienced such pleasure with my husband. Now I constantly think about what could have been if I had allowed myself to be honest with myself earlier.

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