The Afterglow Ch 05 Secrets Deepen And Desires Double

Mark pulled into the driveway that Tuesday evening, the thrill of his secret voyeurism still buzzing in his veins. He stepped inside, loosening his tie, and found Courtney in the kitchen, humming as she chopped vegetables for dinner. She looked radiant--her cheeks flushed, her curves hugged by a tight little dress--and he couldn't help but smirk, knowing exactly why she glowed. "Hey, honey," he said, dropping his keys on the counter. "How was your day?"

Courtney turned, flashing him a bright smile that hid everything. "Amazing," she chirped, her voice light and casual. "Just hung out, caught up on some shows. You know, the usual. How about you?" She leaned in for a quick kiss, her lips soft against his, no hint of the afternoon's depravity--Jim's massive black cock down her throat, her riding him to multiple orgasms--slipping through her facade.

"Pretty good," Mark replied, his tone easy, though his mind replayed the footage he'd watched in his office. He didn't push her--her secrets were safe, and so were his. They ate dinner, chatted about mundane things, and later tumbled into bed, both quietly savoring their private thrills.

The week sped by, and Friday morning arrived with Mark packing a small suitcase for his work trip. He kissed Courtney goodbye at the door, his hidden cameras watching silently in the background. "I'll call you tonight, make sure you're okay," he said, squeezing her ass playfully. She grinned, waving him off, already plotting her own evening.

By 8pm, Mark was settled in his hotel room, a beer in hand, and called Courtney. She answered on the second ring, her voice warm and flirty. "Hey, babe! How's the trip?"

"Boring without you," he teased, leaning back. "What're you up to?" His cock twitched, imagining her at home, maybe playing with that dildo he'd gifted her.

"Just lounging," she purred, already in bed with the massive black toy beside her. "Miss you, though. Wanna keep me company?" She slid the dildo between her thighs, teasing her clit as they slipped into phone sex. Mark's voice grew husky, guiding her--"Put that buttplug in and fuck yourself with the dildo, honey, imagine it's one of those big black cocks taking you"--and she moaned, as she pushed the buttplug into her ass with pussy juice as lube and then began working the dildo deep, her pussy squelching as she came hard, crying his name for show. Mark jerked off too, grunting into the phone, breathless, both satisfied--or so he thought.

As soon as the call ended, Courtney sprang into action. She tossed the plug and dildo aside, showered quickly, and slipped into a skimpy dress--no panties, no bra. Desire had taken over and she knew there was only one thing to do. Her heart raced as she drove directly to the swingers' club, the promise of Terrell pulling her like a magnet. She walked through the doors, and there he was--Terrell, lounging by the bar in tight sweats that showcased his obscene bulge, his grin widening as he spotted her.

"Well, damn, look who's back," he drawled, sauntering over. "Where's Mark at?"

"Out of town," she said, biting her lip, her eyes already locked on his crotch.

"Couldn't stay away," Terrell chuckled, not surprised. "Good girl. Got someone I want you to meet." He waved over another hulking figure--Rick, a fellow dancer, his skin a rich ebony, his frame just as chiseled. Rick was already naked and his semi-erect cock appeared a shade thicker than Terrell's with a girth that promised to stretch her limits. "This is Rick. And trust me, babe--the only thing better than one BBC is two," Terrell chuckled.

Courtney's breath hitched, her pussy soaking instantly as they flanked her, their hands brushing her hips. "Oh fuck," she whispered, watching as Terrell pulled his pants down, both stroking their massive black cocks to attention. Terrell's cock, long, veiny, familiar--while Rick's definitely emerged thicker, a meaty slab that made her mouth water. She dropped to her knees right there, no hesitation, grabbing both shafts, stroking and sucking them in turn. Her lips stretched wide around Terrell's head, then Rick's, her tongue swirling, spit dripping as she jerked one while attempting to deep-throat the other. They groaned, their hands in her hair, guiding her as she gagged and slurped, lost in the taste of their musk and precum.

"It's time to get comfy, gorgeous," Terrell growled, pulling her up. They led her to that king-sized bed she already knew, stripping her dress off in a flash. Her big tits bounced free, her pussy glistening as she climbed onto the mattress. She took turns--first sucking Rick's thick cock while Terrell fucked her from behind, his 13 inches plunging deep, making her scream into Rick's shaft. Then she switched, riding Terrell's pole reverse-cowgirl, her ass jiggling as she sucked Rick, swallowing more of his precum. She came hard, again and again--her cunt clenching, juices dripping--gulping their leaking tips between orgasms, savoring every drop.

Finally, Terrell grinned wickedly. "Ready for the main event, babe? Double trouble."

Courtney nodded, panting, her body trembling with need. She straddled Rick, sinking onto his impossibly thick cock--her pussy stretching to its brink, a sharp gasp escaping as he filled her. Then Terrell moved in behind, spitting on her already-wet asshole and eased his massive cockhead inside. She cried out, impaled between them--Rick in her cunt, Terrell in her ass--dual penetration overwhelming her senses. They thrust in sync, slow at first, then harder, their heavy balls slapping her as she moaned incoherently, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes! FUCKKKK MEEEE" It was a good thing she'd let Mark fuck her in the ass last week, and even better that she'd had a good sized plug in her ass just a few hours ago.

Her orgasms crashed like waves--one, two, three--her body shaking, her holes gripping them tight. "Cum in me! Cum in my pussy and ass!" she begged, and they obliged. Rick exploded first, his thick load flooding her pussy, hot and copious, spilling out around his shaft. Terrell followed, roaring as he pumped his cum deep into her ass, the excess dripping down her thighs. She collapsed between them, a sweaty, cum-soaked mess, their seed leaking from both holes as she gasped for air, utterly spent.

Back in his hotel room, Mark slept soundly, oblivious to the night's events--no cameras to catch this betrayal. Courtney's secrets grew deeper, her cravings darker, and the club had claimed her once again.