My wife’s name is Audrey. She’s 29, with long, golden hair, a perfectly round butt, and firm, C-cup boobs that I loved kissing every morning. We’ve been married for six years. Our sex was warm but boring, once a week, under the covers, quick and quiet. I thought that’s how it was for everyone.
Everything changed in August at her company’s corporate party. A tall, black colleague Ibra, from the sales department, looked at my Audrey as if he were already undressing her with his eyes. She was blushing, laughing louder than usual, adjusting her short black dress. That night, she returned to the room at 4:17 a.m. Her lips were swollen, her mascara had dried into black streaks down her cheeks, and her tights were torn on the inside of her thighs. She smelled heavily of male sweat and sperm.
I sat on the edge of the bed, confused. Jealousy instantly filled me. But at the same time, my cock instantly rose, harder and faster than it had in years. She sat down next to me, took my hand, and whispered in a trembling voice: «I just fucked Ibra in the bathroom by the pool. His dick… damn, it’s as thick as my hand. He fucked me so hard that I came three times in a row.»
