“Gonna fuck me some black meat!” he cried as he lined the long weapon
up against my wife’s open, wet pussy.
With a deep lunge he was inside her and fucking hard and fast. He kept
up a furious pace as I watched his cock disappear inside my wife to
the hilt and then withdraw only to be plunged back in as deep and hard
as ever.
By this time the big man at Corina’s head had removed his cock from
her gasping mouth and was watching his buddy bang away. His hand toyed
listlessly with his swollen member and wiped it back and forth across
my wife’s face smearing his precum over her eyes, nose and mouth.
I knew that the smaller guy would not be able to keep up the pace that
he had set for himself for long. I was right. With a final deep
thrust, he buried his twitching cock into my wife’s body and with
involuntary jerks of his hips, discharged the contents of his balls
deep inside her
But, as I saw the spent, small man roll away from my wife’s body, I
knew somehow that they were not finished with her.
“Sit her down on my cock!” the big man said as he sat back with his
tool sticking about eight inches up in front of him.
His companion was exhausted from the aggressive use that he had made
of Corina’s body, but he was still more than willing to help out his
buddy. With the wiry muscles bulging in his arms he picked up my
wife’s still quaking frame and bodily lowered her down onto his
friend’s lap.
White fluid was forced from her abused vagina as she was penetrated
for a second time and I heard her moan deeply in her throat as she
sank lower and lower onto the big pole until her chocolate coloured
buttocks nestled against his course pubic hair. Her heaving breasts
were again covered by meaty hands as she was raised and then allowed
to drop, sinking the long, turgid cock into her depths.
The strength must then have begun to return to her limbs because she
began to move on her own. Up and down, up and down she rose and fell
in time to her assailant’s gasps of joy. Her eyes closed and her head
lolled back as she worked the cock inside her in expert fashion. From
my sitting position I had the perfect view of her rounded bottom as
she wriggled and twisted her way towards a second climax.
“Damn! This bitch is one hot little fucker!” the big man moaned as he
pushed his face into her sweaty cleavage and began to nibble and bit
at her swollen nipples.
“Oh, fuck me, baby. Fuck me!” Corina replied through her lustful gasps
and sighs. “Do it to me…fill me….make me cummmmmmm!”
And so for the second time in the space of a half hour my wife
climaxed at the hands of another man. Mentally I berated myself. My
own cock was still hard and throbbing and I knew that this was not how
I should be feeling. Nonetheless, the only thing on my mind at that
time was seeing my wife enjoying the intimate, almost brutal,
attentions of another man.
As her trembling body writhed and twisted away, the big man lifted her
up while he was still inside her and turned around so that she was
lying on her back on the floor. His hands grasped her thighs and
roughly spread her wide as he continued to plough her vaginal passage
with his throbbing meat. Corina gasped as he rammed deeply into her
body and then suddenly stopped. I could see the contorted expression
on his face and knew that he was about to cum.
“C’mon, honey!” Corina encouraged him, let’s have all that thick cum.
I wanna see it now!”
The big guy suddenly groaned out loud and withdrew from my wife’s
sloppy pussy, his spasming cock twitched wildly in his fist as it
stood poised over her. Another gasp and the long tool belched the
first stream of cum onto her dark mound. The first burst was quickly
followed by a second and then a third as the flood gates seemed to
open. His hand worked quickly up and down his shaft as he emptied his
gunge on my wife’s body. Her fingers went to her dilated hole and I
sat astounded as she began to mop up the liquid and use it to coat her
fingers, masturbating herself quickly towards yet another quivering
orgasm.
Despite my pleading with her, in the months subsequent to this event,
Corina would hardly speak to me. She had been deeply upset by the
experience, but not directly because of what had happened. She had
revealed her true self to me and said she couldn’t live with a man
that knew that she was such a slut. I argued that surely it was I that
should make such a decision, but she was adamant. She left me soon
afterwards.
I’ve had two other wives since Corina and I eventually divorced and,
to be honest, I’ve always longed to see them with other men. My second
wife cheated on me many times but, no matter how hard I tried, I could
never actually get to see her.
And now I’m married to Julia. She’s a great wife and a huge flirt. I
know that she’s been seeing somebody – I followed her once to his
house – but as soon as she went in they pulled the drapes!
So all I’m left with now is the memory of the beautiful Corina – but
what a memory that is!