“Oh god please no,” I whimpered, pushing my hips back to try to get him fully back inside of me, “please just fuck me.” His grip tightened on my hips and he moved with me so that just the head of his sweet cock stayed inside of me.
“You answer it, or I will,” he growled, which slowly turned to a chuckle as he saw me reach for the phone.
I took a couple of deep breaths to try to get myself under a little bit of control before I thumbed the screen and lifted the phone to my ear, working to keep my voice normal as I gasped, “hello baby.”
As my wife and I talked, I felt Len’s grip on me relax, and my eyes darted over when I hear and felt something fall on the bed beside my head. It was the box of condoms I’d brought and laid out for him to use, and the realization that I was being fucked bareback by a dominant black man while trying to talk to my wife on the phone hit me hard, just as he grasped my hips again and started easing his cock back into me, slow and steady, until I felt him filling my ass -- his ass now -- completely.
I couldn’t keep from moaning when he started a slow, rhythmic, almost gentle fucking, pulling back gradually until just the head of his cock was in me before pushing back in until his balls pressed against mine. The motion of his body causing my again-hard cock to grind against the comforter and stimulate me in ways I’d never been before.
“Damn honey, what’s wrong,” I heard from the phone, which snapped me back to the reality of the moment. I struggled to come up with something plausible that the love of my life would believe so that she didn’t find out that I was a slut for cock, especially black ones.
Gasping and moaning, working my hips in time with Len’s so that I was using his asshole to milk his cock, I told her that I’d gone to the hotel gym after I’d got to my room and had hit the treadmill a little too hard, and that I had a calf cramp that was killing me. Thankfully, blessedly, she said she would let me go and told me to go sit in a hot tub, and I told her I would before murmuring a soft “I love you” and hanging up.
Len pushed his cock into me completely and held it there as he ground his hips side to side. “Let me see a picture of her,” he said, and I didn’t even hesitate, grinding my hips the same as he was as I pulled up the folder marked “Tina” on my phone and handed it back to him. “Damn, she’s fine,” he said as he swiped through the pictures, and I knew he was finding not just the face shots, but the “fun” ones I’d taken of her in the bathtub, in the shower, and on the bed waiting for me to fuck her.