"He's just a friend," she always said about Jacob. "But you need to know, he will always be my friend," she added. Jacob is six foot five, built like a linebacker for the Jets, with huge hands and feet, and as black as a coal miner's t-shirt. He was born in Jamaica, came to California with immigrant parents when he was three, and has worked in the scrap yard since he was fifteen. He can lift a car, defend ten people at a time, knock down three men at once, and throw a football eighty yards.
He met Carly when she was in college, and appointed himself her guardian soon after they met and became lifelong "best" friends. If anyone ever gave her a problem they would answer to Jacob and the consequences would be severe. When we started dating, I had to pass muster with Jacob and get his approval, but he made it clear, do her wrong and I would pay the price.
When she accepted my marriage proposal, she made the statement about Jacob being her best friend and I never asked how physically friendly those two "best buddies" ever got. Did she have sex with him? I wanted to know but I never asked. They did spend time together, a lot of it, and she made it clear their time together was private and personal, so I let it go, although it had always been a big question in my mind. I suspected they had, but I didn't know for sure.
He worked most of the night at the scrap yard, so he had time during the day. She taught school, so each day Jacob would pick her up from work and they would have time together before I got home from work around six. What they did in their private moments was something I wondered about for a long time but never asked. It didn't seem reasonable that they wouldn't.
Finally, I could resist no longer, so I took off early from work and went home a little before she got there from school. Our backyard is nearly a forest, so I went around to the back and slipped into the shrubbery. I could see into the bedroom, as it faces the backyard and because neighbors can't see into our yard, we never close the blinds. You can easily see into our bedroom from the yard.
I had been there about thirty minutes when she walked into the bedroom. She sat at her desk for awhile, writing something for a few minutes, then got up and started to undress. So far she was alone. When she was completely naked, she put on a sheer nightgown and sat on the bed, as if waiting for someone. She seemed to be talking to a person out of view, and then I saw Jacob come into the room and pick her up and carry her right to the bed.
He took off her nightgown and placed her on her back with her head on the pillow. Carly looked up at him and smiled, then motioned him to her. He quickly took off his clothes and knelt between her legs. He had the largest cock I had ever seen, even in any porn film I had watched. It dangled between his legs. He aimed that cock at her pussy between her legs and I was sure it would never fit in my dainty wife's pink slit.
I was spellbound, watching this huge black man level his enormous member towards Carly's eager pussy. He went into her unhurriedly, as if he knew it had to be a slow process. It was clear, it was not their first time together. Although it was huge, most of it disappeared into her tiny gapping pussy. I was astonished she could take that much of him inside of her. I was actually mesmerized watching that enormous black man fuck my petite and modest teacher wife.
I watched them captivated, amazed, even fascinated, and I had less anger than I expected and was aroused watching her fuck her black lover and best friend. I was amazed by my calm reaction at seeing her being wildly fucked by her closest buddy. I was actually completely turned on by what I saw. It was erotic, lustful, wanton, and totally engaging to see her having sex with the man I knew she considered her best friend.
When she turned things around by changing position and taking his huge cock in her hand and bringing it to her mouth, I almost lost it. Carly took that giant penis in her mouth and swallowed nearly every inch, taking it nearly to the back of her throat. I could not be sure how big he was, it looked huge, but it had to be at least 8 or 9 inches long. Not only was it lengthy, but it was as thick as most men's wrists. For her to just be able to get it between her lips was unbelievable and I watched in awe.
As traumatic as it was to discover that my wife fucked her "best friend" each afternoon in our bed, it was just as fascinating and exciting to watch. I could not take my eyes off the couple who fucked in front of me in my bedroom. It was like the best of porn, and it was sexy as hell, amazing to see, and absolutely dazzling sex. My timid little wife was a total vamp with a huge black cock embedded deep in her body like a stick of sausage the size of a horse cock ramming deep in her lovely vagina.
