The Afterglow Ch 02 Shadows Of Desire

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Mark and Courtney's bedroom. Mark stirred awake, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he replayed the previous night in his mind. After Courtney's sultry offer, they'd stumbled upstairs, wine glasses abandoned, and he'd finally claimed her tight, perfect ass. It had been a revelation--her silky heat gripping his five-inch cock as he pounded into her, her moans filling the room until he'd erupted, spilling deep inside her with a shuddering groan. He glanced over at her, still asleep beside him, her chest rising and falling beneath the sheets, those magnificent breasts barely contained. She'd taken him so easily, her body primed and pliant from the night's earlier frenzy, and he couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill knowing Terrell's monstrous cock had paved the way.

Courtney's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile tugging at her lips as she stretched, the sheet slipping to reveal one pert nipple. "Morning, baby," she murmured, her voice a little raspy with sleep. She shifted, wincing slightly at the faint ache in her ass--a delicious reminder of Mark's eager thrusts. It had been surprisingly easy, nowhere near the overwhelming stretch of Terrell's 13-inch beast splitting her pussy wide open. Mark's smaller cock had slid into her asshole with minimal resistance. She realized she probably shouldn't have resisted anal sex with Mark for so long. Their session was hot and she felt it would be a great way to put Mark's cock to use going forward. She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand, and traced a finger along his chest. "Last night was... something else."

Mark chuckled, his cock twitching at the memory. "Fuck yeah, it was. You were incredible, honey." He leaned in, kissing her deeply, thinking about how her tongue had lapped up Terrell's cum the night before. "So, what's the plan today? I was thinking about a drive out in the country--get some fresh air, maybe a picnic?"

Courtney's eyes lit up, but her mind was already drifting elsewhere. "That sounds perfect," she said, sitting up and letting the sheet fall to her waist, exposing her firm, heavy breasts. "A nice, relaxing day." She paused, biting her lip as she weighed her next words. She didn't want to seem too eager--didn't want Mark to suspect how desperately she craved another taste of the club's forbidden delights. "Hey, um... What did you think about last night at the club? Like, really think?"

Mark raised an eyebrow, his heart kicking up a notch. "It was wild. Hot as hell, honestly. Why, you thinking about going back?"

She shrugged, playing it coy, though her pulse raced at the thought of Terrell's massive cock swinging in her face again. "Maybe. It was fun, right? I mean, we didn't do anything crazy, just watched." Her voice wavered slightly, and she quickly added, "What about next Friday night? Same time, same place?"

Mark frowned, scratching his jaw. "Shit, honey, I'd love to, but I'm out of town next weekend--work trip. Leaves Friday morning, back late Sunday. Forgot to mention it."

Courtney's face fell, though she masked it with a playful pout. "Oh, damn. Well, that sucks." Inside, her mind churned--she'd have gone back tonight if she could've, felt that hulking black cock stretching her again. But she nodded, forcing a smile. "Guess we'll have to wait then. Country drive for today!"

They spent the day winding through rolling hills, the windows down, the breeze tousling Courtney's dark hair as she laughed at Mark's dumb jokes. They stopped at a quiet meadow, spreading a blanket and devouring sandwiches, the normalcy of it all a stark contrast to the depravity of the night before. But beneath her smiles, Courtney's thoughts kept drifting to Terrell--his chiseled abs, his deep voice, that impossibly huge cock she'd sucked and fucked like a woman possessed. And Mark, stealing glances at her perfect figure in her sundress, couldn't shake the image of her on her knees, worshipping that black giant while he'd jerked off in secret.

Monday morning rolled around, and Mark headed back to work, his mind buzzing with a wicked idea. Courtney had seemed a little down about postponing their club return--maybe he could cheer her up, lean into this new kink they'd stumbled into. On his way home, he detoured to a sex shop downtown, the kind with blacked-out windows and a flickering neon sign. Inside, the air smelled of rubber and must, and he beelined for the dildo section. His eyes landed on it almost instantly--a realistic black monster, 13 inches long, thick as his wrist, veined and glistening under the fluorescent lights. It was Terrell's cock in silicone form, complete with a bulbous purple head and heavy, big balls above the suction cup base. His cock stiffened in his pants as he grabbed it, imagining Courtney's reaction--her eyes widening, her pussy soaking at the sight.

But another thought nagged at him. She'd crossed a line at the club--fucked Terrell, and was unaware of what he'd watched on the big screen. If she'd been unfaithful once, what might she do while he was away? He continued his detour home and stopped by an electronics store. Soon, he added a pack of discreet, Wi-Fi-enabled hidden cameras to his cart--tiny lenses he could tuck around the house, linked to his phone. Just to keep an eye on her, he told himself, though the idea of catching her in the act sent a dark thrill through him.

That evening, he walked through the door, a nondescript brown bag in hand. Courtney was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of pasta, her ass swaying in tight leggings. She turned, smiling. "Hey, you're home! How was work?"

"Same old," he said, setting the bag on the counter. "But I got you something. A little surprise." He pulled out the dildo, holding it up with a smirk, watching her face closely.

Courtney's jaw dropped, her cheeks flushing scarlet as her eyes locked on the massive black shaft. It was him--Terrell's cock, down to the thick veins she'd traced with her tongue. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a rush of heat flooding her core. "Oh my God, Mark," she stammered, half-laughing, half-mortified. "Where the hell did you find that?"

"I decided to try and get us some toys to spice things up at home. Saw it and thought of you," he teased, stepping closer. "After Friday, I figured you might like it, something to experiment with. What do you think?"

She reached out, her fingers brushing the rubbery surface, her breath hitching as she felt its weight. "It's... wow. It's huge. I think it's too big!" Her voice trembled with a mix of excitement and guilt, her mind screaming he knows, he knows--but his grin was playful, not accusing. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"Only for you, honey," he said, kissing her forehead. "Maybe we can have some fun with it later." He didn't mention the cameras, already plotting where he'd hide them--the bedroom, the living room, the shower. If she played with this beast while he was gone, he'd see every second of it.

Courtney nodded, her smile tight, her pussy already aching at the thought of sliding that monster inside her. "Yeah... maybe." She turned back to the stove, her heart racing, oblivious to the surveillance Mark was planning. The game had just gotten more dangerous--and neither of them could wait to play.