I’ve got it all now; Fast cars, big houses, exotic holidays, expensive clothes and jewellery, but none of it is mine. No, the monied side of my marriage is most definitely my wife, Cassandra.
I first met Cass when I was called to her house to do some plumbing work. She was married to Lord somebody-or-other at the time, but that didn’t stop her relieving me of my overalls within an hour or so of my arrival and treating me to one of the best blow jobs I’d ever experienced. At the time I thought that I was just a bit of “rough trade” and that I would probably never see her again. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Over those early weeks I was called back time after time to her palatial home on the pretext of carrying out more work, but we always ended up with Cass naked and riding my cock to heaven!
As the weeks turned into months, it became quite obvious to me that I had fallen for her in a big way. It seemed that the feeling was mutual as well, because with little encouragement from me, Cass divorced her Lord and promptly married me. She kept the house in her settlement and a good amount of cash, and I moved in. At first everything was rosy in the garden. Cass and I seemed to fuck each other almost constantly and there seemed little sexually that she hadn’t or wouldn’t try.
My wife is a beautiful woman and I was overjoyed to have her all to myself. She usually wears her blonde hair loose and the curls cascade over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. Her figure is trim and lithe with breasts that, whilst not over large, seem almost perfect to me. We fucked in just about every room in the house. We fucked in the garage, we fucked in the summer-house and we fucked outside on the deck. I had never experienced anal sex before, but when she bent over our antique four-poster bed and spread her buttocks, begging me to plug her in the ass, there was no way I was going to turn the opportunity down.
It seemed that Cass couldn’t get enough of me and my cock. In fact, as the months went on, it occurred to me that even my solid eight inches of manhood was not completely satisfying my rich wife. I guess I should have seen what was coming!
I had been out for some lunch with a few of my friends from the old days and had told Cassandra not to expect me back too early. Unfortunately, only a couple of the guys had shown up at the bar and they had brought their girlfriends with them. We all chatted for a while, but it soon became obvious to me that the good old times that we used to share were now over. They seemed to resent me for my money – I guess that arriving in a brand new Lotus Sport hadn’t helped – and I felt rather left out. After finishing my second beer, I decided to head back home.
The tyres of my sports car crunched gratifyingly on the gravel of the long sweeping driveway that led to the front of the house. I was still a little buzzed from my lunch-time beer and I silently cursed my so-called friends for dumping me in such a way.
As I parked and headed for the front door, I was surprised to see that my wife’s Cherokee was partially hidden at the side of the house. I thought it a little strange as she had said that she was going into town to do some shoe shopping – a procedure that can take up most of a day – and I had been looking forward to having the place to myself for a little while. But I smiled at the thought of being alone with my sexy wife for a whole afternoon; The beer had made me feel a little horny and I knew that Cass would almost certainly be feeling the same way. An afternoon sex session might be fun!
With the stupid grin still plastered to my face, I decided to enter the house from the rear door and surprise my wife. The kitchen was silent and empty as I quietly closed the door behind me. My smile broadened; Cass must be upstairs, I thought. I knew that she kept a collection of vibrating toys for her own use and hoped that I would catch her “in the act!”
Silently, I padded up the stairs discarding my own clothes as I went. I wanted to be prepared for her. By the time I had reached the top step I was completely naked and sporting a throbbing erection which I massaged slowly in my hand. I caught my breath as I heard the familiar voice of my wife as she let out a quiet giggle. It seemed that I was right; Damn, this was going to be so much fun!
I was just about to burst in through the bedroom door and suggest that my wife bend over ready to accept my hard member when I heard a second, male voice. My heart almost stopped beating that very instant. I felt unable to breathe. My head swam and my brain refused to acknowledge what I was hearing.
“Come on, baby! Show George a little flesh!”
The male voice, that obviously belonged to someone called George, was deep and guttural and heavily accented. Cassandra giggled again. I couldn’t stop myself. I just had to see what was happening. Keeping as silent as possible I gently opened the door a fraction and peered into the room. At first I just saw the man – George. Tall and as black as night, he sat on the edge of the bed with a smug grin on his face. His jean clad legs were open in a relaxed pose and his large hand gently massaged a growing bulge at his crotch. I had to remind myself to breathe and let out the breath very slowly and quietly; for some reason I knew that I didn’t want the adulterous couple to discover me.
My eyes crossed the room to Cassandra. My wife wore a simple, patterned short dress that barely covered her tanned thighs. Her hands were on her hips as she twisted her body this way and that, obviously teasing her would be lover and building up the tension between them.
“Mmmm..yeah, move for me, honey!” George drawled as he continued to massage his bulge. It was obvious that the large black man was becoming aroused and excited.
Again, Cassandra giggled. She twisted her body towards George and slowly pulled up the hem of her dress. Bit by bit more of her slender thighs were exposed until….Wow! I almost choked! No panties!
This time it was George’s turn to smile as he feasted his eyes on my wife’s trimmed bush. It was a sight that also had me hard and throbbing again. George reached out his thick, muscular arms as he tried to grab for my wife but she wasn’t having any of it. Ever the tease, every time that her lover got his hands close to her, she took a step back so that she was just out of his reach.
This manipulation was driving me as crazy as it must have been George. Still buck naked, I knew that I wanted the couple to continue. I suppose I had always expected Cass to cheat on me at some stage – as she did on her previous husband with me – but I never expected to actually watch her doing it! This, I now realised, was an unexpected pleasure.
“Am I getting you hot, baby!” Cassandra cooed as she moved back and forth.
George nodded and pointed to the large bulge in his jeans.
“Show me then!”
George smiled again and quickly drew down the zipper on his jeans. For a brief moment he fished about inside his pants as if attempting to manoeuvre a tree trunk out of a sleeping bag! And then, suddenly, there it was. A huge, black appendage that throbbed and glistened with pre-cum. Again I had to stop myself from gasping as my eyes took in his massive size. I looked at Cass for her reaction. She seemed speechless and simply gawked at the inflamed meat with a look of abject hunger in her eyes. She licked her lips as if this were going to be her last meal.
As my wife sat down next to George and began to stroke his large cock her dress rode up at the side and I could see her naked thighs. I had to squeeze my own cock – modestly sized by comparison – to stop myself from cumming there and then. Slowly, Cassandra lowered her head and began to lick up and down George’s shaft. I watched his eyes close as she feasted noisily on his meat and allowed his big black hand to massage her legs.
My wife opened her mouth. Wider and wider she pulled her lips back as she attempted to put the monstrous, bulbous head into her oral orifice. George moaned and moved his hands from her legs to the top of her head as he gently encouraged her to take more of his dick into her hot, wet mouth. Cassandra’s spare hand went to George’s tight balls and played with them as she finally managed to take the first five or so inches of him between her painted lips. He groaned again and pushed her head down. She gagged slightly and readjusted her position, but George wanted more. I could see his arm muscles flex slightly as he exerted more and more pressure on the back of her head, pushing her down until she had almost his whole cock buried in her throat.
“Mmmmm…oh that’s good, baby,” he moaned, “not many ladies can take all of George’s meat! You’re one hot little slut!”
George’s words seem to spur my wife on. Her hand gripped his shaft tightly as her mouth moved up and down his inflamed meat. I watched her rise up for air and heard her speak for the first time since she started sucking him.
“Um…ugh….um…yes…yes…I am….I’m a slut!…I’m your little slut….I’m your rich bitch!”
“You sure are, baby!” George replied, “You’re my little rich-bitch cum-slut! Tell me what you are!”
“Um…ugh…I’m your cum-slut…and you can do to me whatever you like!”
George’s face broke into a wide smile as he looked down and watched my wife’s mouth struggling to accommodate his girth. He jerked his hips and sent another two inches of his black meat into her throat, almost choking her and making her splutter. But George didn’t seem to care. He and I both knew that Cassandra was his. She had told him that he could do anything with her, and I had no doubt that he would do just that!
“Put your finger in my ass!” George suddenly gasped as he continued to face-fuck my willing wife, “my cock will get even harder!”
Without a moments hesitation, Cassandra licked her finger and gently began to ease it in to the black man’s little butt hole. He cried out in ecstasy as I imagined he felt the glorious sensations wash over him. I was astounded by his incredible stamina. My own cock had just spewed the contents of my balls over the hall carpet but George seemed to be able to carry on despite this most acute stimulation.
Cassandra seemed almost on the point of passing out now that her lover’s cock had swelled to such proportions and I was almost certain that the huge appendage was cutting off her air supply! George seemed aware of this problem too and, pulling back on her long blonde hair, he removed his saliva streaked cock from between her abused lips.
“Wanna get fucked, baby doll?” George drawled as Cassandra retained her fingered grip on his tool. She was still gasping air into her lungs but nodded quickly in a little-girl fashion.
My wife held her arms up above her head.
“Strip me?” she asked.
George was happy to oblige and roughly pulled Cassandra’s dress up and over her head. I already knew that she hadn’t bothered with panties, but as her tight, tanned breasts tumbled out of the dress I realised that she hadn’t worn a bra either…what a slut!
George quickly manoeuvred her onto her back and gripped her ankles tightly pulling her legs wide open. His fingers spread her pussy wide and her damp excitement became obvious. He lowered his head and kissed her pussy lips. Cass gasped and immediately climaxed, her heels beating a wild tattoo on her lover’s back. George struggled to keep her legs still but somehow managed to keep his lips locked around her visibly hard clitty as she orgasmed loudly.
“You come quick, girl!”
“Shit, George,” my wife gasped her reply, “just thinking about that big, hard dick up my pussy had me leaking juices hours ago! It wasn’t going to take much to put me over the edge!”
“That’s good baby! Now you’ll be all nice and juicy for my cock!”
Without waiting for Cassandra’s reply, George positioned his massive penis at the entrance to her wet cunt and began to push. The couple both groaned in unison as they felt the penetration
Cassandra leaned back as her lover began to inch his mighty weapon into her tight body. Her eyes closed in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his size stretched her cunt open as far as it could go. From my position, still on the other side of the door, I had a great view of the couple as they began to fuck in ernest. Cassandra was breathing hard and calling George all the names under the sun as she begged him to ram her pussy harder and deeper. Now it was Georges turn to tease her. The more she begged him, the gentler his thrusts seem to become. I was amazed at his restraint; if it had been me, I would have been ramming my tool into her as hard as possible and probably cumming by now!
I looked on as my wife’s body began to shake and tremble again. Her arms seemed hardly able to support her and her moaning increased in volume until it became a high pitched scream of lust. It was obvious that she was climaxing hard again.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum too!” George suddenly cried
I didn’t think that Cass would be capable of words at that point, but somehow she managed to gasp out a choked reply.
“Let me taste it, you big bastard! Stick it in my mouth again and let me suck all your cum from your big balls!”
George smiled and practically wrenched his slick and throbbing tool from my wife’s dripping cunt. Her hole stayed open for several seconds, stretched out of all proportion by the large cock.
“Ok, baby doll,” cried George as he aimed his twitching erection at her mouth, “suck me down! Suck my cock til I cum on your slutty face!”
Just as Cassandra’s lips locked around the black head of Georges cock he started to cum. I could see my wife’s throat contract as she tried to swallow as much as she could, but the man just kept on cumming and cumming.
Within seconds, Cassandra’s face and pretty blonde hair were awash with George’s thick seed. Smiling wickedly, he took a handful of her long tresses and wrapped them around his big, black shaft and jerked the last remnants of his issue out of his heavy balls.
“Mmmm, you are real good, baby doll!” he sighed flopping back to sit on the floor.
It appeared that Cassandra could hardly move. Her cum stained body lay almost immobile, her long legs splayed out from her displaying her well used and open cunt for all to see.
The realisation that George had now finished using my wife suddenly dawned on me. He was starting to get dressed again and here I was, still outside the door and still as naked as the day I was born. I had to do something, and fast! The spare bedroom door was slightly ajar and seemed to offer the best and most immediate cover. With my cock once again hardening, I slipped into the room and lay down by the side of the bed. Just in time, it seemed. After only just catching my breath I heard the master bedroom door close and the adulterous couple start to descend the stairs.
“Thanks for fixing my boiler!” laughed Cass as she followed her black lover down the stairs. I bristled with annoyance when I heard George’s laughed reply
“Guess I fixed more than that, baby doll! Seems your husband wasn’t quite up to THAT job!”
“Oh, he knows his place!” replied Cass, “You’d better be going, he’ll be home soon.”
As the front door slammed behind George I looked down at my now throbbing cock. I knew my place alright, I thought, and as soon as my wife returned upstairs I would open her legs and take that place between them! There was no malice in my thoughts, but the sight of seeing my wife being fucked properly and used like the slut that she was by her big black stud had caused me to cum once and given me an almost unheard of second erection. As I heard Cassandra begin to climb the stairs I knew that I had no intention of wasting my second climax on the hall carpet!