As new years eve parties go, it had been a great one. Jack was driving but Abigail had made the most of the free flowing spirits. In the car on the way home she was feeling very frisky, teasing her husband by dropping the straps of her dress and letting her braless breasts swing to the motion of the car. She didn't even cover up when vehicles pulled alongside them at the lights.
Jack had trouble concentrating as Abigail played with his cock over his pants. It was exciting him that some of the other drivers, mainly cabbies, were getting a view of her huge tits. On the long straights Jack played with Abigail's nipples and took the opportunity to slide his hand up her silky thighs and finger her sopping cunt. They even pulled into a layby at one point so she could give him a slurpy blowjob, leaving him just short of cumming in her mouth.
Once home they almost fell through the front door, pulling off each others' clothes. Just as Jack was about to plunge his dick into Abigail's willing cunt he felt a strong draught. Then he saw a door that was open that he was sure he had shut on their way out earlier. To Abigail's dismay he climbed off of her, it was then he saw the broken window in the lounge. Abigail screamed as a man appeared at the top of the staircase. She scrambled to cover herself, not altogether successfully. Jack almost got back to Abigail but the intruder was quicker. He stood by Abigail and suggested Jack didn't try to be a hero. Not many naked men feel like being heroes, in fact Jack's cock twitched slightly at the thought of what the huge black burglar might want to do to Abigail.
Though he had never indulged in sexual violence in his life his senses, and sense, were being affected by the sight of a naked woman trying to hide herself behind a less than adequate piece of slinky material and the barely perceptible aroma of an aroused woman, mixed with her fear. Slowly, surely, Abigail's pheromones worked insidiously. Before he knew what he was doing he was on the path to, one way or another, fucking this woman and making her husband watch.
The intruder grabbed the dress Abigail was trying to maintain her modesty with. He gestured for Abigail to stand with Jack. When she tried to stand behind Jack the black guy told her to stand beside him. It had been some years since he had seen a hairy pussy and was fascinated by it.
The burglar told Jack and Abigail to call him Jay. He used a knife to cut Abigail's dress into strips and told her to tie Jack to a dining chair. She was too frightened to do anything other than a thorough job, there was no way Jack could free himself. Despite his best efforts, Jack's dick responded to the situation by going rock hard. The fear, the thought that Abigail was going to have a big black cock in her, betrayed him.
Jay's cock was also rigid. Jack's erection hadn't escaped Jay's notice. He'd been the Bull for a few of his white friends' wives so he knew the signs. Jay also guessed that Abigail wasn't a hot wife so was most likely unaware of her husband's desire for her to be fucked by another man.
Some modicum of sense was coming back to Jay. He knew that if he played things right he would have this big titted white wife and he would be excused the break-in.
Jay was blessed with a deep baritone voice, when he spoke his words tended to have a soothing effect. He reassured Jack and Abigail that he had no intentions of harming them, putting his knife away to give credence to his words. Abigail picked that moment to launch herself at him. Her adrenalin fuelled fists battered at his body. Jay found it almost comical that this woman so much shorter than he, thought she could overpower him.
Abigail was struggling against Jay, there was a moment when she accidentally grasped his cock and froze in surprise at its size. Jay took the pause in her struggles to spin her around. Jack's cock twitch wildly as he saw Jay's hand grabbing Abigail's left breast.
"Look at her nipples, your wife's in heat" from Jay was met with "Fuck off you bastard" from Abigail.
Jay walked her over to where Jack was tied to the chair.
"See how much your husband is enjoying seeing you in the arms of a black man. He wants me to fuck you girl."
"Hell will freeze first" spat out Abigail.
Jay ran his fingers through Abigail's trimmed pubes, slid a finger between her labia and poked her cunt. Her writhing whilst trying to avoid him fingering her only sufficed to allow him deeper. He stuck his wet finger under Jack's nose and told him to savour the aroma of his wife's hole.
"Say something Jack, tell him to stop" Abigail pleaded with her husband.
"Please don't hurt her" uttered Jack, but the subtext in his voice was definitely something akin to "please fuck her but don't hurt her."
Most of the fight drained from Abigail and she was visibly shaken by the timidity of her husband's words. She'd realised she might have to let the black brute have his way with her to keep them both safe. She'd also decided he damn well would not enjoy it, unless of course his fetish was for having a crying woman lay as still as a corpse.
Jay let go of Abigail. She ran to Jack. Jay started to strip, blocking the doorway.
Abigail whispered in Jack's ear, "What do you think I should do."
Jack responded with "Whatever you have to do darling. He's obviously intent on taking you one way or another. I love you, just don't get hurt, we can get through this."
Abigail couldn't help but look from her husband's groin to Jay's larger manhood. It wasn't so much the length, it was the girth which was fascinating her. She told herself not to look nor to think about it.
