Derek: Every now and again, when I don't have an afternoon surgery on the schedule, I like to go home and spend my lunch hour with my beautiful wife Tonja.
Sometimes we eat, sometimes we fuck; being a housewife suits here because she both cooks and fucks extremely well; so it's always fun to surprise her, sneak up on her, catch her off guard, bend her over wherever she may be in the house(no kids, so she frequently walks around completely nude most days), and pound my wife's pussy into submission.
Only this day, as I walked into my living room, I was the one who got surprised! Here was my loving ebony wife, laying on her back on the couch, completely nude as usual, only this time, a huge white cock was sliding in and out of her tight pink snatch.
His balls tapped against her ass with each thrust. He was literally standing up in her pussy; as he was literally standing(it was a high couch)!
The only way that I could really tell that it was her was because I'd know her silky dark legs anywhere. Not to mention the fact that she rarely took off the $5000.00 ankle bracelet that I had bought her for our 6th wedding anniversary, as well as the fire engine red toenail polish that her curled up toes were revealing.
I could tell that he was trying not to cum because he was pulling all the way out, waiting a second, then sliding back in.
Tonja on the other hand, from the looks of the hardwood floor, had already had several squirting fits, and if I know my wife, I'm sure that she was extremely animated as they went on.
She finally recognized me standing in the doorway and tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Jake stop! Derek's home!"
Jake turned his neck around as far as he could, "hey bro, how's it going? Give me a minute, I'm almost finished."
And he turns his attention back onto the beautiful Tonja, and begins to pound her pussy toward the finish line, which actually came about 15 seconds later, he let out a yell, and busted every nut he had into my wife's vulnerable pussy. She too, screamed and succumbed to yet another shuddering orgasm.
Finally, he pulled his spent 8 inches out of Tonja; he then turned to me with an outstretched hand, "bro I know that you've got to get back to work, I didn't mean to hold her up like this!"
"I'm fine, Jake," I said returning the handshake of the naked man that had just finished fucking my wife. I walked by him to help Tonja off the couch. She tried to stand, but nearly fell as I had to hold her to keep her upright.
"Too much fluid loss?" I asked. She shot me an obligatory "fuck you" as I helped her to a chair. "Anything to eat baby?" I asked.
"I was making sandwiches until I was so "rudely" interrupted." She said with a weak smile.
"You dick!" I said to Jake, I haven't eaten all day! I ought to kick your bald-headed white ass!" I said to him.
"Bro I'm sorry! I can go to the fast food joint and get you a burger!"
"I'm a doctor you moron! A heart surgeon at that! if you knew what fast food does to the arteries, you'd never even smell it, let alone eat it! You may as well eat three to five tablespoons of salt!"
I'm sure that as you're reading this, you're wondering what in the hell is going on? Surely, I'm writing this letter from solitary confinement after the double murder that I committed on my wife and her lover, right?
Wrong! I'm currently lying-in bed right next to my onetime professional cheerleader wife as I write this story! In fact! Let me give her the pad as she gives it to you from her perspective.
Tonja: I consider myself to be the luckiest woman on earth. I have a very handsome, very kind, very successful, very rich very sexy, black husband.
But about a year ago, I also gained a very handsome, very hung, very kind, white husband as well.
Derek and Jake have known each other since they were kids, they both grew up in foster care.
When they weren't in someone's group home, they were in an orphanage.
They both had suffered greatly at the hands of their biological parents, foster parents, and at the hands of bullies in the orphanage.
They formed a bond. They began to act and carry themselves as brothers.
And while I absolutely hate the phrase, "I don't see color;" I do believe that Derek and Jake epitomize that sentiment.
Jake has come to Derek's defense against white bullies and Derek has come to Jakes defense against black ones. When they turned 18, they both went to the military and got shipped off to war.
They did their tours together, and while neither has ever given me the details, Jake once literally saved Derek's life as well as some other soldiers, he even was awarded a medal for it.
So, any man that made it possible for me to meet my soulmate is tops in my book.
I've only met Jake twice before now, once at our wedding, and once at his own.
I knew that his marriage wouldn't last. I could look at the Korean girl that he had married and know that she did it for citizenship only.
So, when I received the call from Derek, I could easily piece the rest of this together.
"Baby my brother Jake is flying in today; can you fix up one of the spare bedrooms for him?
He may be with us for a while as he sorts his life out.
I wanted to pick him up from the airport, but I had an emergency surgery come up, and I may be here a while today."
Damn! I'd have to put on some clothes! But when your husband makes a half a mil a year, and you get to stay home everyday and workout, swim, shop, get massages, basically do what ever the fuck you want to on an unlimited shopping budget, and have a handsome husband with a big dick that knows how to fuck you right?
Well. Let us just say that you tend to do the little things to make a happy home even happier. That's what I'll never understand about the women at the beauty shop that brag about how they won't "do nothing for no nigga!" But then always whining about not being able to find a "good man!"
That may be the problem, they wouldn't know what to do with a good man from a "nigga!"
When Jake arrived, he was not the same man that I had met before.
He was extremely subdued.
When ever he and Derrick were in the room the only way that you would know that they were not twins is because of their distinct skin tone contrast.
They were always the most handsome men in any room they found themselves in together. Jake, like Derrick was clean-shaven the last time I saw him.
But this time he walked in with a full beard with his receding hairline on full display.
He looked as if he hadn't showered, and he looked as if he didn't care. Since I wasn't used to having another man in my home, I wasn't sure how to dress for the occasion.
So, I slipped on a pair of tights, put a big T-shirt over the tights and just slipped into a pair of flip-flops. I let Jake in and gave him a big hug.
We held the hug perhaps three or four seconds longer than what may have been appropriate.
"Jake baby, I'm so sorry for everything that's happened to you. I want you to know that Derrick's house is your house, and anything you need we're here for you.
He wishes that he could be here right now but, the life of a surgeon, duty calls."
"It's fine dear." He said in a somewhat subdued tone. "You know... I could really use a drink; does Derrick still keep that White Hennessy? "
"Yes he does!" I told him, and although I thought it a bit early to have a drink, I agreed to have one with him.
He then told me the whole story of how he was at work as a police officer, and out of the clear blue sky his wife called him and told him that she was leaving.
No warning, no word, nothing out of the ordinary. He rushed home to find that all her stuff was gone. The bank account had been drained, and she hadn't paid rent in two months.
Derrick had to wire him the money for a plane ticket to get down here and he resigned from the force. He never looked up at me, I knew that he wasn't a shy person.
I just feel that he must have been embarrassed by his situation and circumstance. People get dumped for other people all the time, but he said that he had no warning and I actually believe him.
"Jake, why don't you take a shower, shave, and change clothes, or maybe go for a swim, and I'll fix something for you to eat."
"Yes Tonja, that sounds like a great idea. But all of my clothes are dirty. I haven't had a chance to wash anything." "Don't you worry honey, you and Derrick are roughly the same height and build.
I'll set some of his stuff on the bed for you."
So Jake went into the other spare room which was actually a second downstairs master. I rolled his suitcase into the washroom so that I could sort his clothes and wash them later.
I fixed him a turkey sandwich with some chips and ice tea and set it on the table. I grab some clothes from Derek's closet and drawers and some undergarments and swim trunks just in case he wants to swim and some towels and washcloths.
I could hear the water running and he didn't respond to my call, so I figured that he was already in the shower.
"Knock knock!" I said as I entered the room after not hearing an answer. I didn't pay attention as I laid the clothes and towels down on the bed.
But at the last minute, I noticed that the bathroom door was cracked open and then I could see in the mirror, and I could see him in the shower in the mirror!
And he was stroking what looked like a 12 inch dick! I nervously backed out of the room and I bumped into a table, after I "shushed" the vase that I jostled to be quiet; I thought I heard the word "hello?" Come from the shower.
