Another week slipped by, each day ticking closer to Friday with a quiet intensity simmering in the air. Courtney's restlessness was palpable--she'd been insatiable, Mark catching glimpses through his hidden cameras of her sprawled on their bed, the massive black dildo plunging into her wet pussy as she moaned Terrell's name. She'd kept it out of their shared moments, though, her infidelity confined to solo playtime while Mark was at work. No sign of Jim, no slip-ups at home--just her endless hunger for BBC pulsing beneath the surface. By Thursday night, she couldn't hold it in any longer. "Babe, let's go back to the club tomorrow," she said, her voice casual but her eyes alight with need. "It's been too good to skip." Mark grinned, leaning back on the couch, his own curiosity--and cock--stirring. "Yeah, sure, honey. You're really hooked on that place, huh?" He'd watched her all week, her lust for those huge black cocks driving her wild, and he couldn't deny the twisted thrill it gave him. "Friday it is."
Friday night rolled in, and they stepped into the club, the familiar thrum of desire greeting them like an old friend. Terrell was there at the entrance, his hulking frame filling the doorway, a sly grin spreading as he clapped Mark on the shoulder. "My favorite repeat customers," he said, his deep voice rumbling. "Got something special tonight--no splitting up this time. How about a private room, just for you two? Some exclusive entertainment."
Mark and Courtney exchanged a glance, nerves and excitement flickering between them. "Sounds... intriguing," Mark said, his tone light but his pulse quickening. Courtney nodded, her lips parting slightly, already imagining what Terrell had in store. "Let's do it," she agreed, her voice a touch breathy. She had become accustomed to agreeing to everything Terrell suggested but not in front of Mark. They followed him through the club, past the main floor's pulsing crowd, to a quieter wing--a posh private room with a long, plush sectional sofa curving around one wall and a sprawling king bed dominating the center. Mirrors lined the walls, catching every angle in soft, warm light, the vibe luxurious yet intimate. They sank onto the bed, drinks in hand, the air thick with anticipation. Courtney was increasingly unsure about Mark being there but she also trusted Terrell.
Terrell wasted no time, and quickly texted his buddies Rick and Slim. Moments later Rick swaggered into the room, his thick cock already hinted at through his pants, followed by Slim--a younger, leaner guy with a wiry frame and a devilish smirk. Slim's bulge was unmistakable, his cock long and snake-like even soft. The three black men spread out on the sofa--Terrell in the middle, Rick to his left, Slim to his right--lounging like kings, their eyes locked on Courtney. She sipped her drink, her nerves buzzing, her pussy tingling as she faced her deepest craving: three massive black cocks, her new obsession, right there in front of her, and with her husband right beside her! Mark sat quietly, his own drink cool against his palm, watching her flush deepen, her nipples hardening beneath her thin dress.
Terrell leaned forward, elbows on his knees, guiding the room with that commanding ease. "So, Mark, you know how it's been--ladies getting their private shows while you husbands had your own fun downstairs. Right?" Mark nodded, playing along, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, that's the deal. Been a wild setup." Terrell's grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ain't you curious, though? What your wife's been up to while you're away?" Mark's brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, but he kept it light, sensing the game. He knew--had seen it all last week through the one way glass and before that on the big screen downstairs--but he let Terrell lead, intrigued by where this was going.
"Thought you might wanna see it firsthand," Terrell continued, his voice dropping low. "What three naked black men with huge cocks do to wives. Specifically Courtney here. We'll just dance a bit, stroke our cocks for her--youcool with that? Just like the regular format, but a private session just for you two." He glanced at Courtney, then back to Mark, waiting. Mark chuckled, his cock stirring in his pants. "Yeah, sounds good to me." Courtney's breath hitched, her cheeks burning as her nipples poked through her dress, betraying her arousal. She shifted closer to Mark, her thigh brushing his, her body screaming with want. "Cool with you, babe?" Terrell asked her directly. She nodded fast, almost too fast, her voice a whisper. "Yes, definitely."
The men stood, shedding their clothes with casual confidence. Terrell's 13-inch beast sprang free; Rick's thicker slab followed, heavy and menacing; Slim's cock dangled longest of all, thin but stretching down his thigh like a python. They sat back, spreading their legs, and started stroking--slow, deliberate pumps that had their cocks swelling, precum beading at the tips. Courtney's eyes widened, her lips parting as they teased her, their shafts glistening with precum under the soft light. Mark's own erection pressed against his zipper, his gaze darting between the men and his wife's rapt expression.
Terrell's voice cut through the haze. "What you think, bro? Notice how your wife's dying to touch a BBC?" He nodded at Courtney, her hands twitching in her lap, her chest heaving. "You're already here, repeat customers and all. Why not let her have a feel?" Courtney turned to Mark, her eyes big and pleading, shimmering with desire. "What do you think, honey? Should I... touch one? You talked about upping the ante right?" Her voice was soft, almost innocent, though Mark knew damn well she'd handled Terrell's cock--and more--before.
He swallowed, his throat tight, arousal winning out as always. "I'm okay with it if you are," he said, his tone steady but his cock throbbing. "Go for it."
"I am," she replied, a hungry edge to her words. She slid off the bed, kneeling before Terrell first, her fingers wrapping around his massive shaft with a feigned curiosity--acting like it was new, though she'd sucked and fucked it plenty. She stroked him, marveling aloud, "It's so big," her thumb brushing the precum-slicked head. Rick and Slim edged closer, their cocks in hand, and then she reached out, one hand on Rick's thick meat, the other tracing Slim's impossibly long length. Her breaths came faster, her dress slipping down one shoulder, exposing more of her flushed skin.
