My wife Angie walked in the door of our New York apartment. We have been married for two years and she was rather conservative in the bedroom. I was ready to fix that.
I kissed her hello and handed her a glass of wine. She took off her coat and I watched as her cleavage bounced in her tight tee shirt. I loved when she worked late at the bar.
"How was work?" I asked her. "Did any of those guys make you an offer you couldn't refuse?" I added.
She smiled her evil grin, "You wish. Why are you wearing only a robe?"
"I had to dress in a hurry." She looked at me confused. I continued, "I met a young man that you have been flirting with at the bar.... Hey Johnny!"
My wife's face dropped as Johnny walked out of the bedroom in only his boxer shorts. Johnny is 6'2", solid as a rock black man with an attitude. "Hey baby." he said.
Angie replied, "What the hell is going on here?"
I nodded to Johnny and he walked up to Angie and grabbed her by the back of the neck. I let them into our bedroom.
Angie began to breath heavily as Johnny threw her on the bed right next to a wet spot in the ruffled sheets.
"Do what I did to you." I commanded and sat on the chair facing the king size bed.
Johnny tore of Angie's shirt down the front, her bra broke and flew off at the same time. She breathed deep as her DD cup breast bounced. Her nipples were pointing out like a teenager.
"Open bitch." Johnny said and pulled his 9" black cock out of he boxers. Angie shook her head. Johnny slapped her hard. A tear came out of her eye as her mouth dropped.
I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it as Johnny stepped onto the bed and shoved his cock deep in my wife's throat. She gagged as he took her head in both hands and buried himself deep inside.