The attendant led Mark away, down a dim hallway to a small room tucked behind the stage--a chair facing a wall of glass, a speaker humming faintly. He settled in, curious, as the attendant smirked and left, closing the door behind her. He then realized he was sitting behind the stage, right behind the bed Courtney had fucked Terrell on just two weeks earlier.
Meanwhile, Terrell guided Courtney through the club, his hand brushing her lower back, sending shivers up her spine. "Got a treat for you, babe, I know what you need," he murmured, leading her up onto the stage where that king-sized bed awaited, its red sheets crisp and inviting. She climbed onto it, stretching out with a sultry smile, her dress riding up her thighs. What she didn't know--what Terrell didn't tell her--was that those mirrors circling the stage and bed weren't only mirrors. They were one-way glass, and on the other side, two feet away, Mark sat with a front-row seat, with the sound piped in clear as day. He could see and hear absolutely everything--her every moan, every twitch--and she had no clue. It was much better than the screen set up he'd first seen her perform on.
Terrell grinned, calling out, "Rick, get over here!" Rick sauntered up, his thick frame matching Terrell's, his pants already tenting with that girth Courtney remembered so well. "Time to give her the full deal, she'd hooked on BBC, needs her fill," Terrell said, winking at Rick as they peeled off their clothes. Their massive black cocks sprang free--Terrell's beautiful BBC and Rick's just as long but thicker monster that made Courtney's pussy clench on sight. She gasped, sliding to her knees at the bed's edge, her eyes wide with hunger. "Fuck, yes, I need this," she breathed, grabbing both shafts and diving in. Terrel looked up to the mirror where Mark would be sitting or standing and grinned.
Mark's breath caught as he watched through the glass. Courtney's lips stretched around Terrell's cock first, sucking hard, her tongue swirling over the head as she jerked Rick's foreskin back and forth, playing hide and seek with the giant purple cockhead. Then she switched, gagging on Rick's thicker girth, spit dripping down her chin as she moaned into it. She alternated--Terrell, Rick, Terrell, Rick--her hands and mouth working in a frenzy, her big tits bouncing as she leaned forward. Mark's cock stiffened in his pants, his hand slipping to his zipper, torn between shock and raw arousal. Seeing her like this, lost in two massive black cocks, was hotter than he'd ever imagined.
"On the bed, now," Terrell growled, pulling her up. Courtney stripped fast, her dress hitting the floor, her naked body a vision--firm ass, heavy breasts, pussy already soaking. She climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs as Terrell and Rick flanked her. Terrell went first, slamming his 13 inches into her cunt from behind, making her scream as she sucked Rick's thick cock, her throat bulging with each thrust. Then they swapped--Rick pounding her pussy missionary-style, her legs over his shoulders, while Terrell fed her his shaft, her moans muffled around it. She came hard, over and over--her body shaking, juices squirting--swallowing their precum between gasps, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Mark stroked himself through his pants, his heart pounding as the scene escalated. "Time for the finale, babe," Terrell said, his voice low and commanding. Close to an hour had zoomed by and Courtney nodded, panting, "Yes, please--fuck me both." Like clockwork, she straddled Rick, sinking onto his impossibly thick cock--her pussy stretching wide, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as he filled her. Terrell moved behind, fingered her asshole and then eased his long shaft inside, inch by inch. Another double penetration, but this time in front of her husband--with Rick in her cunt, Terrell in her ass--and she wailed, impaled between them, their thrusts syncing up, hard and relentless.
Mark unzipped fully, his cock springing free as he watched, mesmerized. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing and was in doubt about this being her first BBC double penetration. Courtney's body rocked between them, her tits bouncing wildly, her holes stretched to their limits. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her orgasms crashing one after another, her pussy and ass clenching around their massive cocks. Terrell and Rick groaned, their pace quickening, and then they erupted--Rick flooding her pussy again with thick, hot cum, Terrell blasting his load deep into her ass. Cum spilled out of her stretched holes, dripping down her thighs, a creamy mess pooling on the bed as she collapsed, trembling, and spent.
Mark jerked his cock with abandon, his breath ragged as he came hard, splattering the floor in front of him, his eyes locked on his wife's ravaged body. Once again, she didn't know he'd seen it all--every suck, every thrust, every drop of cum blasted deep within her. Terrell and Rick had pulled out, their cocks glistening, pulsing, and Courtney lay there, dazed, a secret smile on her lips. Mark sat back, panting, his mind a whirlwind. The game had changed yet again--he knew she was getting out of control, getting addicted to BBC, and the question was: what the hell would he do about it? His own fueling addiction for seeing his wife this way was not lost on him.
