This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the second in a multi-chapter interracial cuckold story. I encourage you to read chapter 1 first, but it's not necessary.
College diving coach Justin Dawson moved around in a mindless stupor as he processed what Nick Thomas, his protégé, had just told him about the wild sex he and the Justin's wife had had the previous night. Finally after several long minutes following Nick's departure, the confused coach headed back into his own master bedroom. Something was pulling him to have another look around...perhaps to validate in his mind exactly what took place between his gorgeous wife and her black lover.
His cock remained hard in his pants.
As he re-entered the room, Abbie still hadn't moved; she remained out like a light. It was now 11:30 a.m. and the formerly dimly lit room, while still shadowy, appeared subtly brighter than before. Justin stared at her nude body, still struggling to believe what Nick had confessed about what the two of them had done in their marital bed. Justin determined the porn video that still shone on the flat screen TV must have been on a replay loop as he recognized the same hot interracial couple that he'd seen fucking before. He spotted the remote on his nightstand next to a pair of condom boxes; the distracted coach moved in that direction to retrieve it.
As he walked around to his side of the bed, he suddenly felt a sticky substance squish between his toes. He looked down to see a used pile of oversized condoms lying haphazardly on the hardwood floor. The contents of each had oozed out and formed a milky pool of goo which his toes now rested in. The puddle had already partially enveloped one
his
slippers as it lay resting next to the bed.
Now in addition to the gross feeling between his toes, Justin couldn't believe his eyes, the pool was incomprehensively large, "
Is that all cum? And OMG, they fucked three times? We rarely do it more than once..."
The three wrinkled condoms looked absolutely enormous as they lay soaked in the filthy puddle.
Despite his feelings of disgust, Justin peered over at the two condom boxes and numerous open plastic-wrap packages on his nightstand. The first three-pack box was familiar; it looked like the Trojan brand stash that he kept in his nightstand drawer. He could see one unwrapped rubber remaining in that box. Justin didn't recognize the brand on the larger box: BIGFOOT XXX MAGNUM PLUS. That box was empty. Strangely, there were also a couple of open condoms laying between the scattered wrappers still on the nightstand. As he looked at them more closely, his heart suddenly thrust into his throat, both prophylactics were in pieces. "Jesus," he said to himself quietly, "Did they rip?"
Justin instinctively turned and looked at his wife's tight little round ass. Her puffy pussy lips sat framed by the deep cleft of her perfectly bubbled butt cheeks; her lips were swollen, reddened and splayed open. He did his best to focus in the limited light,
"No fucking way...it can't be!"
Justin leaned further to get a closer look; as he did so, he put his hand down to balance himself. Immediately his open palm and fingers were engulfed in wetness; the bed sheets were soaked. He overcame the temptation to pull away, instead he leaned in closer.
Unfortunately for Justin Dawson, his eyes had not deceived him, a thick milky substance coated and oozed from his wife's vaginal lips and down one of her ass cheeks. A large pool had formed on the sheets beneath it. The diving coach immediately realized what he was looking at..."
Jesus, to think I actually thanked that son of bitch for using protection!"
Although he struggled to pull his gaze from her sex-filled pussy, Justin took a moment to observe the rest of his wife's spectacular body in the dim light. He was able to make out large red hand prints on both of her ass cheeks and at least two hickeys on her neck. As he strained his head forward he also saw several red marks around her areolas and what appeared to be a dried white flaky substance on her chin, neck and tits,
"Did Abbie let that son of a bitch do anything he wanted?"
His cock remained as hard as he could ever remember.
Finally the coach moved slowly off the bed and pulled the flat sheet from the pile on the floor and carefully covered her naked body. He gently tugged on the drapes to more adequately darken the room before he quietly exited while pulling the door closed behind him.
Justin limped into the kitchen trying not to allow his sticky toes to make contact with the floor along the way. Once he cleaned Nick's spooge from his foot, he resolved himself to the dutifully task of cleaning up the previous night's mess.
And while he moved as if in a fog, the Tylenol had now done its job and his head was no longer pulsing from pain...only anxiety
and
arousal. His big head wasn't the only one pulsing from arousal, the hard-on in his pants hadn't subsided; it was as if he'd taken one of his...
Oh my God!...
he suddenly thought to himself as he collected another set of red solo cups, exposing his own bottle of Viagra as he did so. It lay on the counter with the top off. He pondered the thought,
"Son of a bitch...they used that too?"
After mindlessly finishing the kitchen, he went downstairs and cleaned up the basement. The place was a mess, but he was thankful the spilled beer hadn't left any permanent stains on his ping-pong table. As he cleaned, countless images of Nick's huge black cock fucking Abbie's brains out entered his mind. Visualizing the young muscle-covered man's black skin against Abbie's smooth tanned slender body was one of the most erotic images he could imagine.
And the words Nick had said before he departed, resonated over and over in Justin's mind..."
But last night your wife wanted it bad, and she said you'd be okay with it, so I gave it to her!"..."Your wife insisted I wear my Speedo into the bedroom...some kind of fantasy or something. I wasn't going to tell that horny bit...I mean Coach Abbie, no!"..."Coach Abbie is pretty...what's that word...insatiable? She didn't want to stop, you're a lucky man coach; I haven't known many who like to suck it that much!"
"Your wife is a horny bitch? She wanted it bad? Insatiable? I haven't known many who like to suck it that much...?"
Justin stood in the basement replaying those comments in his mind, "
Could that really be MY ABBIE he was talking about?"
Finally once he was done downstairs he again quietly went back up and entered his bedroom. He studied the shape of his wife's body under the covers, it didn't appear that Abbie had moved much, but the pillows behind her had, and now a pair of velvet handcuffs dangling from the headboard were exposed. Justin recognized them immediately; he'd bought them a few years earlier as an anniversary gift. Unfortunately, Abbie had never let him put them on her, she said they weren't the kind of thing married couples should use.
"Apparently she had no problem busting them out the first time she fucked her black bull!"
The coach walked into his closet and slipped on some shorts, a tee-shirt, and his Golden State Warriors 2018 Championship cap. Justin then went into the bathroom and applied deodorant and brushed his teeth. The foul taste in his mouth finally subsided. He stared into the mirror at his bloodshot eyes and actually felt his age for one of the first times he could ever remember.
He walked quietly back towards the door. He studied his sleeping wife one final time before heading out.
As he drove downtown he tried to envision what it must have actually been like in their bedroom the previous night. He reached down and stroked his cock through his shorts,
"I can't believe she did it, knowing I was only downstairs...wasn't she worried I would walk in, especially when they fucked again this morning?"
Justin parked and entered the drug store hoping not to run into his softball teammate Chuck Zeller again. The pharmacist had assisted Justin and Abbie on a recent visit when they'd gone looking for pregnancy aids. Justin now wandered aimlessly in the same store for a couple of minutes before an older woman came up and asked, "Can I help you find something?"
"Yeah...uh...I'm looking for those morning-after pills."
She looked at him a little surprised, "Follow me sir, we rarely get men in here looking for those, most of the time it's panicked young girls. I have to say that I'm very impressed that you are the one taking responsibility for your little 'mishap'."
