Jack Armstrong was the luckiest man on earth. He was married to Monica and couldn't believe it. Jack was not in any way the kind of man that merited a beauty like Monica, in fact he had trouble all through his teens and early 20's even getting a date. Monica was a goddess, just over five feet tall, long raven black hair, alabaster skin and perfectly proportioned body. Men and women lusted after her no matter where she went. Jack often asked himself how he managed to marry her. The events that led up to the marriage were still a fog, but they were married and he was happy.
When they went to events she was the perfect wife, attentive, enjoyable and very social. Jack's co-workers wondered how he managed to land such a beauty and figured he must be hung like a horse because his looks alone surely wouldn't be enough to wrangle her. Little did anyone know that Jack was not hung nor was his sex life with his wife all that great, but she never said anything and he assumed that all was good.
Jack often stayed late at the bank to the point that you could almost set your watch to his departure. Even though the bank would close at 4:30 he would often stay late reading and re-reading drafts and proposals until around 8:00 PM, close up his office and take the train to his car and arrive home around 9:00. He often found Monica in the den reading a book or watching television. She would get up give him a hug ask how his day was, and they would go to bed together. This was pretty much the routine during the week. On the weekends, Monica, who had her own business, was gone before he woke and he would have breakfast alone.
Monica owned a consulting firm and was very successful. It was mostly her money that bought the house they lived in. It was located in the outskirts of Atlanta on five acres of wooded rolling hills. The neighbors were close enough to hear them if they were outside and you could smell the bar-b-que on the weekends, but not close enough to see their houses. The dense woods allowed for plenty of privacy and this seemed to suit the Armstrongs just fine. Monica was a ruthless business woman and so successful that she could turn down clients and still maintain a portfolio that others envied. She often worked on the weekends and on the rare occasions that she didn't, she would stay home and sometimes make love to her devoted husband. He cherished those moments as rare as they were. Jack and Monica lived this life for several years without any complaints from either so Jack was happy and figured that Monica was happy too.
It was almost 5:00 and Jack was just going over some paperwork when he heard a knock at his office door. He looked up to see the president of the bank.
"Hi Frank."
"What are you still doing here?"
"Just going over these proposals to proofread them."
"Jack, you are here almost every night till late, you don't need to worry, your work is so good that the senior vice president job is a shoe in, why don't you go home."
"I don't mind, these proposals need to be refined before submission."
"Look Jack, if I had a woman like Monica at home waiting for me I'd be outta here when the closing bell rang."
Jack hung his head down and Frank realized he hit a sour note.
"What's wrong Jack?"
Jack looked up and saw actual concern on Frank's face. He tried to dodge the issue but Frank persisted. Jack didn't want to talk about it and again tried to dodge the issue but Frank would not let up. Finally Jack broke down and told the whole story to him. He told about the weekends the late nights the rare occasions that sex was performed and how frustrated he was. Frank was in shock. They always seemed like such a loving couple in public he was sure that Jack and Monica had a perfect marriage.
"Jack, go home. On the way, stop and get some champagne and flowers. Surprise your wife. You might just find her open to you and maybe this will change your sex life."
With a glimmer of hope, Jack looked up at Frank and said "You're right, I will."
He started to close up the office but Frank stopped him and said "Go on, get out of here, I'll take care of everything."
With the anticipation of a school boy about to get laid for the first time, he ran down the stairs, boarded the train, and got to his stop. At the Park and Ride he jumped into his car, drove to the nearest florist bought a dozen roses and stopped next door at the liquor store and to buy a very expensive bottle of champagne. With nervousness he drove the 15 minutes to his house and got out of the car. He noticed a strange car in the drive but thought nothing of it as Monica often entertained clients at the house. He knew that she would dismiss them as soon as he walked in the door.
Jack opened the door and noticed no one was there. He looked in the kitchen and den and still saw nobody. He heard a squeal from the bed room and walked to the door. Monica was being spit roasted by two huge black men. One was balls deep in her pussy and the other was shoving his massive cock in her mouth. Jack was dumfounded. He dropped the bottle which caused the cork to pop off and momentarily startled everyone. The wine started to spill out of the bottle and onto the carpet.
Monica pushed Damien back and his cock made a popping sound when it exited her mouth.
"Well don't just stand there, get something to clean up that wine."
Jack couldn't move, his feet were riveted to the floor.
"Move worm!" she screamed.
Jack dropped the flowers and ran to the bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels. When he got back to the room Monica had picked up the flowers and was holding them to her chest sniffing the fragrance. Damien and the other guy were sitting on sides of the bed, both of them smiling at him with that "You're wife is a good fuck" smile.
Jack looked up from cleaning up the spill and said "What...."
"Shut up." Monica snapped before Jack could say anything else. Then she said, "Thanks for the flowers honey that was so sweet."
Jack was stunned. What the hell was happening? Monica looked funny standing there naked with the flowers and the two black men leaning on the bed. She seemed to understand Jack's predicament and grabbed his hand and pulled him close to the bed. Without warning, she grabbed his pants and pulled them down. Monica grabbed his penis and held it in her hand. Jack couldn't help it, he started to get aroused and Monica aided the situation by lightly jerking him off.
"Peter, come here."
The guy that was fucking his wife stood up and came over and stood next to her. Monica grabbed his cock and held it next to "Jack's". He couldn't believe how big it was. He was fully erect and Peter was soft and still about 3 times the size of him.
"This is what I need honey. When I get fucked by these guys I feel full. Your little cock just doesn't do it and I don't have orgasms. I need to get off too."
Monica leaned down and took Peter's cock into her mouth. It stretched her mouth but she continued to suck on it. She continued to swallow it down until she had almost the whole thing in her mouth and Jack was amazed that anyone could put that much cock in their mouth. Peter started to move his hips so that his cock slid in and out and eventually getting the whole length into her. His balls rested on her chin and Jack was in shock. Here was his wife who had just thanked him for the flowers with a huge black cock-balls deep in her mouth. She backed off his cock and then looked at Jack and smiled.
"Go stand in the corner while I fuck these guys." Monica pushed him toward the corner and he obediently moved away.
Monica got on the bed and resumed sucking on Peter while Damien got behind her and started to fuck her pussy. She loved having these huge cocks in her, stretching her pussy and being shoved down her throat. She was like a different person, someone Jack didn't recognize. It was like a train wreck; he didn't want to look but could not tear his eyes away. Peter was pumping his massive rod in and out of her mouth and Jack could hear the slapping of his balls on her chin. Damien was fucking her and Monica was moving in rhythm to the two men. Peter pulled out his cock and sprayed his spunk all over her face. This caused Damien to shoot his cum deep into her as it shot out and around his cock.
Covered in cum, she looked up at Jack and said, "Come here."
Not sure what to expect, he moved close to the bed and Monica grabbed a hold of him and pulled him close. She kissed him and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He could taste the cum on her face and was a bit repulsed but couldn't pull back. Monica's grip on his head was tight and firm.
