It was Friday 12pm and James arrived at LaGuardia airport all ready to board his Delta Airways flight to Boston. He was due to go away for the weekend on business and he was not happy about it. He was not happy about it at all. And the cause for his unhappiness was solely down to one person: his beautiful young wife, Victoria. Victoria, his 21 year old blonde trophy wife (she happened to be the image of the Romanian porn queen, Jasmine Rouge, and fucked just like her also) had told him that, regrettably, she had to stay behind because she was required to help out at church -- serving teas and teaching at the Sunday school. James and Victoria were both deeply religious people and attended church regularly and James had reluctantly agreed that this should come first.
In normal circumstances James could cope with being away from his wife for one weekend, however these were not normal circumstances. The last week had been the most amazing for James, and this was exclusively down to what had gone on in the bedroom. James, at 41 years old, had experienced the most amazing week of sex in his life. His wife had been insatiable in the bedroom, wanting to be constantly fucked and becoming something of a whore in the sack. He had put it all down to the explicit black porn that his lawyer, Charles Jackson, had given to them.
The previous weekend Charles had sent over a pornographic film of a poor white schoolgirl being gangbanged by a couple of corrupt black cops. The film was explicit, hardcore and utterly compelling and it had sent him and his wife over the edge in excitement. As a result they had fucked like rabbits all week. Even Victoria's sinful admission, in a moment of passion, of wanting to be fucked by some big black cock, could not prevent James from banging and enjoying his wife. Whilst she had admitted to finding the sight of a couple of huge blacks dominating and abusing a poor eighteen year old a turn on -- who wouldn't? -- she had convinced him that it didn't necessarily mean that she actually wanted be unfaithful.
Each day during that week they had fucked and fucked and it seemed that each day his wife got hornier and hornier and dirtier and dirtier. James could not explain it but as the week had progressed, his wife wanted things to go up level on the filth stakes. Monday: he walked in after work and she got on her knees and gave him a blow job; Tuesday: dressed in her skimpy bikini outfit, she had fucked him in the kitchen; Wednesday: dressed in her little tennis outfit, with Charles's porno film playing in the lounge, she had leant over a chair and allowed him to fuck her from behind and, when he was about to cum, she had got on to her knees and allowed him to ejaculate into her mouth (she had never before allowed him to insert his cock into her mouth after it had been in her pussy); and finally, yesterday, when he came home, Victoria was just dressed in her heels and black hold up stockings, was sitting in the lounge watching the porno film, legs spread open and she was fucking herself with the black dildo that she had bought the previous weekend. She got up, leant over a chair so her arse was raised, spread her legs and implored her husband to fuck her from behind. He duly obliged, but then she asked him to spank her, to call her a naughty bitch. This had caused James to immediately cum but the thought of spanking his wife for the first time had kept his six inch dick hard. He duly spanked her. She then asked to be spanked harder.
She had clearly become a horny bitch who wanted to be fucked harder and harder. James had hoped this daily progression into filth could have continued on into the weekend in a plush five star hotel in Boston. Alas the church had intervened and James would have to wait until Monday. Victoria had consoled him by saying that after a whole weekend without sex, imagine how horny she would be? This had, to some extent consoled him. So it was not with a little reluctance that James proceeded to check in.
Two hours later, James still had not boarded his plane. Bad weather in Boston had delayed the flight. Reports suggested that it would not be until late that evening before they would be able to take off. James had little desire in hanging around the airport for much longer, not when he had a horny wife at home waiting to fuck him silly. Picking up his phone, he called his secretary to tell her about his change of plans, Boston could wait until next week.
He hailed a cab to take him home. He was only 30 minutes away and dialled his wife to tell her the good news. There was no answer, she was probably out or more likely in the swimming pool. No problem, he would surprise her. On the way back, he ordered the driver to stop at a store, flowers and a bottle of champagne were required, a nice romantic evening was on the cards.
In no time the cab pulled up at his house. Being rich, the house was naturally big, with a long drive way leading up to the entrance. He told the driver to stop at the road, no need to go all the way up the drive and incur more cost. The rich did not stay rich by being frivolous with their money. He paid the driver, collected his flowers and champagne and made his way up.
Once he got to the top of the drive he noticed that, along with his wife's car, there was a large white van parked. Initially he was surprised but then he remembered that they were having work done in the garden and he had hired a couple of gardeners. He had not yet himself met them in person, he left for the office too early and came back too late, but Victoria had assured him that they were doing a great job. He had spoken to them on the phone yesterday about a couple of issues but he did need to talk to them again. He had noticed that, having made a good start at the beginning of the week, the progress in the garden had tapered off. So much so he was sure that nothing had really been achieved since Tuesday. Now was a good opportunity to have a word, either they bucked up or they would be replaced. James had no time for slackers.
So, rather than going through the front door, he walked around the house to the back garden. When he got there, he saw that no one was around. Where the fuck were they? He was paying thee guys a lot of money not for them to slack off. They were probably inside, chatting to Victoria. She was too soft, they were paying these guys by the hour not to chat about rose bushes, but to plant them. James would sort this out. With the determination that many a foe in the boardroom had come to experience, James entered the house through the back door and made his way to the lounge where he assumed his wife and the gardeners were.
The entrance to the lounge could be found off a long corridor and as James stormed his way down to the lounge, he saw that the door was half open. He did not even get to the door before he heard voices. The voice was that of a man, James assumed it was one of the gardeners. He could not make out what he was saying but he seemed to be speaking in quite a harsh tone to his wife. Well this would not do, he was a gardener and his wife was married to a multi millionaire. He would have to learn a little respect. James decided that he would need to be fired.
As James was about to burst open the door, he froze. He froze because he could now clearly hear what the gardener was saying. And he was not talking about roses.
"That's it bitch, suck my cock. Good girl, you need to suck more of my cock. Good, suck it all, you managed to suck it all yesterday. That's it, your nose is right up against my balls, take it all down. You love my cock, don't you, you dirty bitch?"
Muffled sounds followed.
James walked slowly up to the half open door and, very carefully, he peered around to take a look at what was going on.
The sight that was presented to him was, quite simply, the most distressing thing he had ever seen in his life. In the middle of the room was his wife, she was kneeling on the floor and standing in front of her was a huge old black man. He looked like he was at was at least 65 years old. His hair was still black -- although that was probably down to hair dye since he also had a grey goatie beard. He was at least 6ft 4, and, as a man who did manual labour for a living, was well built. He was looking down at his wife with an evil grin because, at that very moment, she was sucking on his cock and, since her nose was pressed up right up against his hairy scrotum, it was clear to James that his wife was sucking on all of his cock. She appeared to be looking up at him and was holding on to him by clenching on to his tight buttock cheeks.
