I Found My Wife's Black Dildo Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

I Found My Wife's Black Dildo Pt. 04

... bound her hands, blindfolded her and made her beg for his big black cock for most of the morning. She also guiltily recalled the virtual work meetings and conference calls she'd participated in while riding his rigid pole.

My horny wife stared at the picture of that exact thing as she felt the stirrings of her orgasm. She thought about how good it felt being stuffed to capacity by his veiny log--how many times she had cum on it. With straining breath, her fingers blurred across her button.

She wished he was here now stuffing her deep and making her recite her trained verbiage over and over: "Yes Daddy, it's your pussy, fuck me--fill it with your black seed!" She could feel her orgasm building, but just before she climaxed, she came to the realization there was no way she would bypass one final weekend of big black cock for a fucking camping trip. Moments later a piercing squeal escaped her lips and pussy cream gushed from between her legs.

She now had one more chore to add to her long list for the day...the leather chair was a mess.

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Sunday night.

Just before going to bed, I was sitting in my office doing final prep for my upcoming business meetings when my phone buzzed. I looked down and saw it was a text message from Robert. I clicked on it and nearly fell out of my chair.

A single photo was now on my phone screen. The picture was a closeup of Allie's pussy stretched obscenely wide around Robert's thick black cock. The text below it read:Jack, ...

... in case she hasn't already told you, your wife decided to opt for a 'relaxing' weekend at home. I sent her this photo yesterday while you were playing golf to remind her what she'd be missing if she went on that silly camping trip. As I predicted, she changed her mind right away...I hope you have fun sleeping on the ground while I'm in your bed deep inside this!

The lump in my throat felt like it might choke me. It was certainly possible the photo was of some other woman impaled on a huge black dick, but deep down, I knew it was my wife and the man I'd hired to work at my house.

I studied the image as closely as the phone resolution allowed. Robert and Allie were clearly in some type of reverse cowgirl pose. Her pretty little muff looked damp with beads of semen splattered about. Allie's labia reminded me of a widely stretched rubber band. Her clit was swollen and pink, but the thing that struck me more than anything else was the volume of lubrication spread around her skin and the exposed portion of his dark pole. Allie's pussy looked wetter than I had ever seen it. Robert wasn't buried to the hilt, there were three or four inches of shiny black cock unsunk. His oversized testicles rested on the bed sheets, they too glistened with my wife's copious juices.

It was one of the hottest images I had ever seen. But despite its eroticism, the realization my wife chose BBC over spending the weekend with us, tore at my heart strings. Allie had made the conscious decision to ...