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

I Found My Wife's Black Dildo Pt. 04

... lovely your wife sounds Jack, I'm sure you didn't come her to talk about her tonight, what do you say I dance for you before wegraduate to something a little more grown up?"

I let her words resonate in my mind for several seconds before responding. "Actually Summer, I have something to tell you that I'm sure no other client has shared. I'm in a very strange place mentally and emotionally tonight and I think you'll understand when I tell you why..."

"Uh...o...okay Jack. It's your time and money...well, actually Jerry's money." We both laughed.

I spent the next several minutes sharing everything that had transpired over the past couple of months including discovering Allie's black dildo, my cuckold fetish, the spy cam, our hiring of Robert, and lastly, the admissions the black contractor made to me only 3-days previously about fucking my wife's brains out for weeks.

To say Summer was stunned was an understatement. "Oh my god Jack, that's an amazing story. So those video images are on your phone right now and you still haven't seen them?"

I nodded. "Yes, you don't know how hard it has been to not excuse myself and steal a peek throughout the day, but as I told you, my schedule hasn't provided me an opportunity."

"Jack, I wouldn't purport to suggest it's something you might want to consider, but if you want, I could be your support mechanism if you wanted to check the video images out now?"

Summer's offer caught me completely off guard. Did I really want to ...

... share one of the most dramatic moments of my life with someone I'd just met? But as I considered it, I realized it was better than waiting several hours and watching it alone in my hotel--I would assuredly never see her again, so why did it matter?

It turned out to be a great decision.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and thumbed to the spy cam app.

"Jack, again I don't want to get in your business, but this TV is tied to our in-house Wi-Fi. if you wanted, we could download your app and watch it on the larger screen."

Three minutes later, we were staring at the paused image from the beginning of the morning's spy cam recording in my master bedroom. My heart was practically beating out of my chest.

Summer held up the miniature remote control. "Jack are you ready for this?"

I nodded nervously thinking back to that first time Robert flopped that black serpent out next to me at Home Depot. So much had transpired since then and I was about to witness the ultimate culmination.

The recording began when motion activity took place at 8:47 a.m. The movement that triggered it to start came from a large naked black man pulling back the sheets and crawling into my marital bed. Robert Johnson positioned a few pillows behind him and sat up staring at the smoke alarm camera. An ear-to-ear grin was plastered across his face. He was already slowly stroking an obsidian cylinder that stood out like a beacon against the light-colored sheets. I couldn't believe how long and ...