It all started when I needed an SD card for my phone, the old one had stopped working. I went to the electronics draw and found one that had the right amount of storage. But before putting it in my phone I decided to first copy any folders before formatting it. It was not one of the usual brands my wife and I buy, I thought but maybe it had come with something we had bought; us both being electronic junkies.
A week passed and one Saturday while my wife, Amy, was out at some art show she had set up I decided to go through the folder. First off the sub-folders were from a brand of phone we did not even own. Maybe she had borrowed the card from a friend? There was a folder with movies. I decide to violate my wife's privacy just a bit in the name of finding who she might owe an SD card to. The first movie was of an art show she had run. The banner said "xxxx (artist's name, omitted for reasons you shall soon see) 2009" so I knew it was a show she had run.
There was a few more including a shot of Amy presenting some awards. She was wearing that tight little black leather dress that had turned me on so much, until it vanished. Now that I thought of it the disappearance had occurred just around the time of the show.
There were two more videos left, I almost did not play them, and then impulsively I hit the second to last one. I could not make out what was going on at first then I realized it was a point-of-view (P.O.V.) of a large black cock being jerked off by a white hand. I know you have heard it all "monster-sized black" and "big black dick" etc. But this one was huge. The hand wrapped around it could not encircle it entirely. I wondered was this a bit of phone-porn then suddenly it hit me, that custom made wedding ring, it was my wife's hand wrapped around that huge cock!
I looked at the video counter and there was some twenty-three minutes left of the video. I toggled the sound bar. "Just this once. And you can't show that tape to anyone." She said. The man laughed and said okay. "Shit it's so fucking big." Amy said as she pumped his cock.
The man quietly but commandingly told her to spit on it. She lowered her grip on him and let a big thick glob of spit drip from between her ruby red lipstick coated lips and slowly land on the top of his cock head. She used both her hands to rub the spit all over his shaft making it shine in the lights of the now empty art studio. I could not believe this was happening. My memory fired-up by what I was seeing seemed to recall a very difficult artist she had built an entire show around. He was going to bolt but at the last second but then he had changed his mind. Could this be why?
Another five minutes went by watching my wife relentlessly pull on his schlong and he seemed no closer to cumming. "My arm is getting tired. Cum already."
"Well I'd come a lot quicker if you'd kiss me."
