I walked down the hall to the elevator and back to our room, my heart beating in my chest and my cock hard as I replayed the sight of Tina looking back at me as Tyrone pulled her into his room. The look on her face when she saw how big his cock was pressing against his pants and feeling how wet her pussy got was making me crazy with jealousy and lust.
I sat down in the chair and looked out over Vegas and all of the lights, but I could not get the self-created vision of Tina in his room, kissing him lustfully as she rubbed that huge cock he had displayed to her just a short while ago and trying to grab it through his pants. In my fevered state, I could see his hands reaching up under her dress and grabbing her ass, and could hear her moan as he did.
I closed my eyes and could see him run his hand up under her panties and feel the heat of her wet pussy, his black fingers working into her pink lips. I was so hard and had to rub my white cock. I could see her dainty white fingers wrap around that big ebony shaft and see her tongue snaking into his, and it was driving me crazy, but still I rubbed my cock through my pants, not wanting to cum without her touch. But the thoughts persisted. I could see his thick, long black cock, pushing against her slit and popping into her after a hard push. And I could hear her screams of delight.
I couldn't help but pull my dick out of my pants and start stroking it. I could see her head moving from side to side as a different cock, a big black cock filled my white wife. I could hear her telling him to paste her pussy with his cum, and I could see in my mind's eye his obliging her with thick spurt after thick spurt on her stretched pussy lips. With that vision in my mind, I came all over myself. I sat in the dark with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
After I sat back in post-climax for a while, marveling at the volume of cum that shot out of me, I got up and hit the mini bar. The rum and coke must have done it's job, because I awoke to my wife kissing me passionately.