"You ready for this, babe?" you asked me as you finished pulling on your new skirt, chosen just for this occasion. My heart was pounding in my chest as you walked over and reached your arms around my torso.
You gave me a cute smile and playfully gave me a kiss on the cheek before you whispered in my ear. "No going back..."
I smiled and nodded my head. I took a second to admire your ass as you turned and walked away. Nice and round as always, it was practically falling out of your very short skirt. Your black high heels made your beach-tanned legs look even longer than usual. You opened the door of our hotel room, paused for a moment to blow me a kiss, and walked out. We'd never be the same.
Fifteen minutes later I walked up to the bar at the nightclub downstairs. I ordered a drink and sat down in a good seat to enjoy the show. You had always been a much better dancer than me, with great rhythm and moves, and I'd always appreciated the way your ass looked when you grinded your hips all around. You were already in full swing on the semi-crowded dance floor, just like I'd hoped.
Every once in a while, as you were shaking your hips, your skirt would ride up high, giving the club a quick flash of your hot pink thong. As the night wore on you got slower and slower to pull your skirt back down.
I wasn't the only one who was appreciating that ass. He was tall and very dark-skinned, wearing tight jeans and a dress shirt that showed off his muscular build. He started checking you out as soon as he hit the dancefloor, and smoothly worked his way through the crowd to move right behind you.
You felt him before you saw him. He approached you from the back and began to rhythmically grind his crotch near your barely-covered ass. I knew what was underneath your skirt and felt immediately jealous as I saw him push against it.
Clearly having fun, you leaned your ass back into him and enjoyed the dance. Whereas I could never keep up with you on the dancefloor, this guy was with you step-for-step. At one point he spun you around and pulled you close, putting his hands on the small of your back.
You didn't fight it. On the contrary, you rested your forearms on his muscular shoulders and clasped your hands behind his neck. You spread out your legs enough for him to work one of his thick legs in between as the two of you continued to dance.
By the next song his hands had drifted down to your ass, and you still made no effort to stop him. And during the song after that he made his boldest move yet, planting a big kiss right on your lips. You seemed surprised for a moment, before lustily returning his kiss. From where I sat I could just barely see your lips part as you greedily accepted his tongue into your mouth. And as you continued to rhythmically grind around the dancefloor I saw his hands grip even tighter on your ass cheeks.
Then he whispered something in your ear. I saw you giggle and throw your head back. You slowly moved your left hand down to his crotch. Your eyebrows raised and mouth dropped open in surprise. As your mouth gradually turned up into a smile I felt a stirring in my pants.
At the end of the next song you turned around and left the dancefloor, leading him by the hand. "This is really happening," I thought as I felt myself get light-headed. I finished my drink and paid my tab at the bar. Ten minutes later I headed back up to our room.
I fumbled with the lock for a moment, hands sweating, then quickly walked through the door. My stomach dropped at the sight in front of me. The blinds were open and all the lights were on, giving a nice view of the city in the backdrop. The black stud was facing me standing completely naked near the bed. His ab and arm muscles looked like they were chiseled out of granite. And there in front of him with her back facing towards me was my sweet wife, the love of my life, on her knees wearing nothing but her hot pink thong and black high heels.
I could just see your head gently bobbing up and down towards his crotch. The contrast between his dark skin and your white body was astonishing. Neither of you acknowledged that I'd entered. You just continued giving this other man a blowjob right in front of me. Those satisfying sucking noises you make were just audible over the sound of my heart beating in my ears.
After a few minutes he finally looked up at me. He gave me a smug grin as he put his hand on the back of your head. He knew he'd beaten me, and he wanted to rub it in. My wife was sucking his cock, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Even more humiliating than the fact that another man had seduced my wife was the fact that I was enjoying it on some level. My own cock was rock hard and aching in my pants. I couldn't take it anymore; I quickly whipped it out and started stroking it furiously.
I could hear you start to choke as he pushed down on your head, driving himself deep into you. The feelings of jealousy and arousal overwhelmed me as I pictured what his manhood must look like as it forced its way into your throat. I knew how good it felt to have your lips wrapped around my cock, and the thought of my wife giving that feeling to a black man was too much for me to handle. I blew my load all over the floor in front of me, and a few drops continued to dribble down onto my shoes and pants.
After a minute he pulled out of your mouth and let you breathe. You slowly stood up, putting one hand around his waist and moving to his side to face me, finally giving me a view of what he had in between his legs. I gasped at the sight of it. I had intrinsically known what attracted you so strongly on the dance floor, but seeing it was something else.
His big black cock was massive: easily 11 inches long, dark and girthy, veiny and hard as steel. It was sticking almost straight up, practically radiating power, and it glistened with my wife's shiny saliva. A massive pair of balls hung low underneath. That black cock far surpassed mine in every way: size, strength, appearance...how could I ever compete sexually against it?
Totally intimidated by the superior cock just a few feet away, my own dick immediately went limp and shrank down to just an inch or two of useless pale flesh. You giggled as you saw the pile of my cum in front of me and realized what was happening. You were about to cuck me, and I'd already wasted my load.
As you laughed and smiled you slowly stroked his cock with your left hand, running your fingers up and down the shaft. A few times your wedding ring brushed against it. He whispered something in your ear again as he rested his hand on your ass, his dark skin covering your sexy bikini tanline. He pulled you in close and kissed you deeply, jamming his tongue into your mouth. After a minute you pulled back and cupped his heavy balls in your hand. Looking into his eyes as you nodded your head, you told him, "I'm ready for this, babe."
His triumphant grin said it all. He made eye contact with me again as you bent over to take off your thong. He gave me a wink as he slapped your ass with his big hand.
