Sunlight shown through the blinds, falling across Martin's face in brightly-lit rows - stirring him out of a deep, sound slumber. He opened his eyes slowly, coming out of the haze of sleep and with the slightest pounding in the back of his head. He reached up through a long exhale and rubbed where he felt the slight headache. He'd had enough alcohol that it gave him a tiny hangover, but nothing too severe.
"Man, how late were we up last night?" he thought to himself. He looked over through the window; it was hard to say for sure, but he was pretty sure it was about 10am - much later than usual for sleeping in.
He looked around, suddenly realizing that he had slept on the floor. Moving aside the crumpled blanket over his naked body, he smiled to himself as he lay his head backward for a moment - enjoying the cool draft of the air conditioning over his tired, thoroughly-used white penis. He'd probably jacked off more last night than the entirety of the rest of his life combined.
God, what a night. He closed his eyes and let the memories of the previous night's romp fill his mind - the slow, building sexual tension by which Jean-Baptiste had seduced his wife Julie in the living room; How Martin watched hungrily as the wine bottles grew emptier while the tall black male and Julie got closer on the couch, as her hands first touched his leg, their lips finally touching as Julie began to surrender to her desires....
...Followed by what Martin could only remember as a series of erotic moments strung together - the increasing nakedness of Julie and Jean-Baptiste as their clothes began to come off, his wife's large ivory breasts spilling out as Jean's long black cock made an appearance for the first time - stunning them both.
His wife's hands exploring, admiring, gripping - Jean's pleasured groans and purposeful guidance, showing her all the right places to worship as she got on her knees while he reclined on the couch - an expectant black king receiving due honor from his fertile white mistress.
Martin's breath took on a deep rhythm as he reached down almost without thinking and grabbed his slightly-sore penis - an explosion of pleasure rippling through his body in full approval. Thinking of Julie as she climbed atop the well-hung black male, the contrast of his dark frame under her soft, vanilla complexion making Martin see stars. And what came after....
Martin pleasured himself for a few minutes, bringing himself to edge repeatedly before pulling back. He shuddered a few times; the next one would be a doozy.
A slight gurgle echoed from his stomach as he vaguely contorted his face. In addition to having a *bit* too much to drink, he hadn't eaten enough. Hefting himself up onto his elbows, then his feet, Martin looked over the bed.
There, under the crumpled covers, was Julie asleep face down in the bed - completely naked under the covers and snoozing soundly.
He raised his eyebrows in thought. "Man, If I'M tired... then I can only imagine how laid-out Julie must be."
Shifting his gaze to Julie's left, Martin spied Jean-Baptiste's head poking over from under the covers, the rest of his body covered by the plush comforter. He too slept soundly - clearly spent from the intense sexual adventure he'd had with the insatiable white cougar the night before.
Martin smiled as he looked over the pair of lovers. This was such a dream come true for him - literally. He'd waited for this for nearly his entire adult life - and now, it was finally happening.
Turning toward the door as his stomach pushed him toward thoughts of food, he stopped himself for a moment, looking back at Jean-Baptiste. A devilish thought entered his head - and Martin couldn't help himself. Stepping gingerly, Martin slowly walked around the bedside to where Jean-Baptiste lay slumbering. Reaching out with care, he gripped the comforter and slowly pulled it away from over the sleeping black buck's body - a gasp leaving his lips as he did so.
Oh. My. God. Martin's breath sputtered as his hand jerked.
Jean-Baptiste had a simply ENORMOUS erection. His black cock was standing proudly at attention as he slept, seeming to pulse with life on it's own. Martin's eyes traveled it's length, admiring the long, strong shaft and large dark nuts - healthy and full of seed, although slightly less full after last night's escapade. His eyes traveled back up the length of the shaft, coming to rest on the bulbous knob poking out of slightly retracted foreskin.
It glistened in the morning light - still covered with the remnants of cum, pre-cum, and Julie's relentless squirting. A strand of the mixture had dripped lazily from the tip of Jean's cock onto his cut abdomen, as if to emphasize the sheer masculine sexuality of the new entrant to their marital bed.
Suddenly feeling watched, Martin looked up to see Julie staring back at him - her groggy eyes watching him as the remainder of her face was hidden within the crook of her arm. There were wrinkles near the corners of her eyes - the telltale sign of a quiet smile on her face. They stared at each other momentarily before Martin gestured down at the sleeping Jean-Baptiste with a head nod. Julie picked her head up slightly, messy hair akimbo, and peeked downward and Jean-Baptiste's naked form - her eyes going wide as she took in the majestic morning view.
"Well?" She asked appraisingly, looking up at Martin with a raised brow and knowing smirk.
Martin shrugged.
"Morning wood."
The two of them broke out in quiet, subdued laughter.
