From that first moment I saw my wife impaling herself on that giant Black cock I knew it was not going to be a one off. She was hooked and would certainly be repeating the pleasurable experience at any cost.
I was not complaining, aside from the amazing erotic image that stayed with me and provided hours of great jerk off fantasies, she was also in a new state of heightened sexuality. That one incident had flicked a switch and she had become even more wild and passionate. She seemed to be more in control and took a more dominating roll, calling the shots whether it was harder, more, quicker or a new favorite "eat me out!"
The last of her commands always raised suspicion, several times after that night I would feel sure that I could taste cum again and that she had been out fucking. Nothing was ever said and I happily cleaned her up. I was still desperate to see it happen again, it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and was not content for it to be the only time I got to see it. I know she enjoyed it and suspected she still was, the final barrier was for her to know that I knew and accepted it.
A few weeks had gone by and aside from my occasional suspicion of her sopping gaping cunt during oral or her evasive behavior when committing to when she would be home from friends or what she was doing, I had no idea how we were going to move the situation forward.
To make thing worse, I was on a project that took me out of town. I was working long hours and was tired and lonely, each night going back to the motel and jerking off imagining what my beautiful wife was up to. When we spoke on the phone a few times she sounded like she was caught with her hands in the cookie jar but claimed that she was helping her friend with some work. I felt sure that she was getting her fill of cock.
It was Friday afternoon and there was a chance to wrap work up early and break for the weekend. I did not want to spend more time away so raced for a flight home. Three hours later I arrived outside our house, which was in darkness. My wife's car was in the drive along with two other vehicles I have not seen before.
I went round the back of the house and let myself in quietly through the kitchen door. The house was a mess; there were a couple of empty bottles of wine in the kitchen and a trail of clothes leading towards the stairs. Following the trail I worked out there was more than two people involved. I could recognize my wife's clothes, but also came up with what appeared to be two pairs of men's pants!
As I went up the stairs I could hear sounds of a serious fucking, my wife was crying out and was begging to be fucked harder. At the top of the stairs I had a perfect view of our bedroom. This view included my wife and two huge black cocks. She had one thrusting in and out of her pussy, and the other wagging across her mouth for her to suck between her cries
I was transfixed at how beautiful she looked; her ass was bright red with large handprints from a good spanking. Her tits were hanging down and being sucked as she fucked her stud while the other was pawing her asshole.
