Samantha pressed her body against his and their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. I could almost feel their pent up desire and my heart raced. Her hands roamed over strong muscular body and her tongue danced with his in the warm enclave of their sealed lips. I couldn't believe I was watching my wife kiss another man and my cock struggled to plump in my metal cage. It had been two days of sexual frustration since my last orgasm and I felt like I would climax from the slightest touch of my dick.
Samantha cupped his firm ass and sensuously gyrated her hips, shamelessly grinding her body against him like a wanton whore. Her soft mews and low moans betrayed the depths of her excitement and she began to unbutton his shirt while they kissed. Her soft coos and quite moans sent shivers down my spine and the intimacy and passion between them made me squirm nervously.
"It's hot, yes?" Svetlana whispered in my ear. Her warm breath tickled my skin and I shuddered as she gently rubbed the small of my back.
"Very hot," I replied quietly. My eyes were wide as I stood transfixed by the spectacle before me. I was a eunuch with my cock in a cage and I could see clearly that to Samantha it was more than just sex. She was into him. She had feelings, and that terrified me.
Svetlana stepped back and dropped her dress to the floor, demanding my attention for a moment as she stood in a sexy matching black bra and panty set. Her breasts were smaller than they'd looked in her tight dress but she had a gymnast's body with firm power B cups and a lean athletic body with nary an ounce of excess body fat. She was almost any man's dream and I groaned softly as I soaked in her beauty but my wife's low moan drew my focus back to her.
"This is her first?" Svetlana asked.
"Yes, he first time with anyone but me."
"So her first black man?"
"Sort of, yeah. She fooled around when she was a kid but they didn't fuck."
"She will never be the same. It will change her," Svetlana whispered as she pressed her lean body against me from behind and ran her hands over my chest. "I would fuck you. You are attractive and you have a nice body, but your wife said no. Let's just enjoy the show."
Samantha slid Marcus's shirt down his strong arms and planted butterfly kisses across the broad expanse of his chiseled chest. She licked his nipples as her hands moved to his belt and I gasped quietly as his slacks fell to the floor. The bulge from his semi erect dick made me feel woefully inadequate and I inhaled sharply as my wife eagerly pushed his boxers to the floor allowing his big, black cock to spring free. He had the kind of long thick cock I'd seen in porn and it filled me with angst when my wife grabbed the meaty shaft. Her small, pale hand looked miniscule beside it and her fingers weren't even close to completely circling his massive girth.
"This is a real cock," Samantha squealed as she began to stroke him with both hands. She dropped to her knees and slowly started to lick and suck the tip of his shiny black dick. Her small mouth would not allow much of his massive cock inside it but the lust filled expression on her face left no doubt if she could have taken more she would have.
I felt a pang of jealousy as Samantha made love to his cock with her mouth. She worshipped it and rubbed it across her face as if she was trying to get his scent all over her. After an interminable ten to fifteen minutes of oral servitude Marcus laid my wife on the bed with her legs akimbo.
I felt my a second pang of jealousy when he settled between my wife's thick thighs and started licking her delicious pussy. Eating her had always been my thing and it was a surefire way to make her cum. I loved everything about eating her and I hadn't expected him to do it. But he did and he did it well. He pushed 2 fingers into my wife's pussy and pushed up towards her g spot. He rubbed it with brisk steady strokes as he licked her hard clit and Samantha stared to pant and moan loudly. Her legs trembled and her back arched, lifting her pump ass off the bed as she groaned in obvious ecstasy. Her breathing came in short gasps and she made a high pitched squeak that I'd never heard before.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh fuck. Don't stop Baby, right there. Fuck yes. Fuuck." She bucked wildly and squirmed uncontrollably as she squirted for the first time ever. It wasn't a porn movie squirt but a decent amount of clear viscose liquid pumped from her pussy soaking him and the bed below.
"Holy fuck that was incredible," my wife signed contently. "I've never done that before. I didn't think squirting was real." She giggled as Marcus slid on top of her and started to kiss her, sharing her juices between them.
Samantha wrapped her arms around his strong, shiny black torso and held him tight as the kissed long, slow, deep and wet. There was no urgency and their comfort with each other was evident in the way they kissed. It was tender and loving and that caused my third jolt of jealousy.
"Oh that's tight," Marcus said playfully as he eased the tip of his huge cock into my wife's soaking wet hole. "Your husband must not stretch you out." He laughed dismissively and I felt my cheeks warm from the humiliation.
"Oh no," Samantha laughed as if she'd forgotten that I was there. Then, as if she suddenly remembered, she continued quickly. "I mean he's not small, but he's no where near as big as you."
Her eyes closed and she groaned as he fed the length of his big black cock into liquid core. His hips began to move fluidly and Samantha kissed him passionately. She moved in perfect syncopation with him as if they were of one mind, one body and one soul. Her fingers raked down his muscular back leaving white trails in their wake and soft grunts rose from her chest each time he touched bottom.
"Oh wow," Samantha said as a powerful shudder rolled through her body. She grabbed at his muscular ass and spread her legs wider than I thought possible, silently begging him to go deeper as they continued to kiss.
"Do you want to get on top?" Marcus asked as he leisurely pumped in and out of my wife's pussy.
"Yes," Samantha giggled. She kissed him and hugged him tight before he pulled out with a wet slurp. His big black cock was dripping with a copious quantity of her juices and the smell of pussy wafted over me as Marcus laid on his back.
Samantha straddled his trim waist and reached between her legs to guide him back inside her needy hole. She brought her legs in, supporting her weight and leaned forward to look into his dark eyes and she moved up and down his prodigious pole.
"I love feeling every inch," she moaned.
