The Delivery Of Desire

Jim stood in the doorway, the late afternoon sun beating down, a bead of sweat trickling along his temple. He flashed Courtney that easy, charming grin, holding the package Mark had given him. "Man, this summer heat's brutal today," he said, wiping his brow. "I hate to be a

bother, but could I trouble you for a cold glass of water?"

Courtney smiled, nodding warmly. "Of course, no trouble at all! Come in, I'll grab you one." She turned, her hips swaying in those tiny shorts as she headed to the kitchen, leaving Jim to step inside and shut the door behind him. He followed her with

his eyes lingering on her perfect ass, already plotting his next move.

She returned moments later with a tall glass of ice-cold water, handing it to him with a friendly, "Here you go." Jim took it, but as he brought it to his lips, he fumbled--deliberately, though she'd never know--letting the glass tip. Ice and water splashed down his front, soaking his brown UPS shorts. "Shit, my bad!" he exclaimed, shaking his head with a sheepish laugh as the cold liquid seeped through the fabric.

Courtney's eyes widened, darting to his shorts instinctively. Even flaccid, Jim's cock was a beast--its thick, heavy outline pressing obscenely against the tight wet material, the head and shaft now clearly defined. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she stammered, her gaze glued to the massive bulge despite her apology. She couldn't tear her eyes away, her breath catching as she stared, transfixed by the beautiful outline straining against his shorts. "Uh... maybe I should toss those in the dryer for a few minutes? Get them dried out?"

Jim grinned, playing along. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. Didn't mean to make a mess." Courtney nodded, flustered, and darted off, returning in a flurry with a white towel. Her cheeks were flushed pink as she handed it to him, averting her eyes. "Here, you can... um, cover up."

"No problem," Jim said casually, taking the towel. He wrapped it around his waist, then, with a quick tug, dropped his soaked shorts and briefs to the floor in one smooth motion. His cock, free from the confines, stirred slightly beneath the towel, already thickening with the thrill of the moment. Courtney kept her gaze averted, biting her lip as she waited.

"Ready?" she asked, her voice a little shaky, reaching for the pile of wet clothes.

"Yeah, but..." Jim said, shifting so the towel stretched taut over his groin. His cock was hardening now, pushing against the fabric, the outline growing more pronounced--a thick, bulge extended that left little to the imagination. Courtney turned back, and her breath hitched audibly, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She knew what was under there--a real, pulsing BBC, not some rubber stand-in like the dildo upstairs. It was what she'd been fantasizing about all day, all week--Terrell's massive cock still haunting her, and now this. Her pussy clenched, a rush of heat flooding her core as she stared, unable to look away.

Jim caught her gaze, his grin widening. "Everything alright?"

Courtney swallowed hard, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and raw desire. "Yes... more than alright..." She hesitated, then blurted in a sexier tone, "I couldn't help noticing the bulge in your towel. Can I... can I see what you're hiding down there?"

Jim's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Sure thing, sweetheart." He loosened the towel and let it drop, revealing his semi-erect cock--10 inches of thick, dark meat dangling outward between his thighs, the foreskin half-pulled back over a glistening purple head. It swayed slightly as he stood there, pulsing and growing under her hungry stare.

Courtney gasped again, her knees buckling as she sank to the floor in front of him, her eyes wide with awe. "Oh my God," she whispered, her hands trembling as she reached out. "Let me... let me help you with that." Before he could respond, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marveling at the weight, the warmth. She jerked his foreskin back and forth, exposing the full, swollen head, then spat on it--her saliva dripping down the length as she slicked him up. Jim groaned, his cock surging to full hardness--11 inches now, thick and veiny, a pulsing tower of black flesh. Precum dripping at the tip awaiting Courtney's needs.

She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth wide and took him in, her lips stretching around his girth as she sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling over the head. She bobbed her head, spit dribbling down her chin as she worked him, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped his heavy balls. Jim's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her gently as she devoured him, her moans muffled around his cock, interrupted by slurping and gauk sounds. She used her recent experience of how to handle such a big delicious cock.

Meanwhile, across town, Mark sat in his office, the door locked, his phone propped up on his desk. The hidden camera in the living room streamed live--a perfect angle catching Courtney on her knees, worshipping Jim's massive black cock. Mark's breath hitched, his pants already unzipped, his own cock rock-hard in his hand. He'd suspected she might stray, but seeing it unfold--her lips stretched wide, her eyes glazed with lust--sent a jolt of arousal through him he couldn't deny. He stroked himself slowly, savoring the show. Again, fascinated with his wife's behavior.

Courtney pulled Jim's cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, panting as she looked up at him. "Come with me," she said, standing and grabbing his hand. She led him deeper into the living room, peeling off her tank top and shorts as she went, her big, firm breasts bouncing free, her pussy already glistening through her soaked panties. She shoved him back onto the couch, his cock slapping against his abs as he sat, fully erect and glistening with her spit.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Jim said, his voice rough with want as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She yanked her panties aside, lining his thick head up with her dripping entrance, and sank down with a loud, shuddering moan. "Oh fuck, yes!" she cried, her cunt stretching wide to take him, inch by inch, until she'd buried half of his 11 inches inside her. Her ass jiggled as she started to ride him, her hands braced on his broad chest, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.

Mark watched, his strokes quickening, as Courtney fucked Jim with abandon. Her pussy squelched audibly, her juices coating his shaft as she slammed down again and again. "Oh God, it's so big!" she wailed, her first orgasm hitting fast--her body shaking, her cunt clenching around him as she screamed. She didn't stop, riding through it, chasing more. Another climax ripped through her minutes later, her nails digging into Jim's skin as she sobbed, "Yes, yes, fuck yes, fuck me!"

She kept going, relentless, taking him deep and savoring every inch of his beautiful black cock splitting her open. Mark's camera caught it all--her flushed face, her dripping pussy, the way Jim's hands gripped her hips. She came a third time, her cries echoing, and finally slowed, gasping, "I want your cum--give it to me in my mouth." She slid off, dropping to her knees again, her pussy a gaping, dripping mess as she took him back into her throat. Jim groaned, his balls tightening, and erupted--thick ropes of cum blasting into her mouth, spilling over her lips as she gulped it down greedily. It was an easier cleanup, she thought hazily--less evidence for Mark to find in her pussy.

In his office, Mark's hand worked over his cock, his eyes locked on the screen as Courtney swallowed Jim's load. He came silently, biting his lip to stifle a groan, his cum splattering across his desk as he shuddered through the release. He slumped back, panting, the feed still playing--Courtney licking her lips, Jim's cock softening in her hand. The game had escalated, and Mark couldn't tell if he'd won or lost--but fuck, he couldn't wait to see what might happen next.