I walked into the hotel room and there he was, already sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt off. My wife, Lisa, had told me his name was Marcus and that his cock was huge. She hadn't lied. The outline in his pants looked thick and heavy, like it was ready to split her open.
Lisa shut the door behind us and didn't waste time. She peeled off her dress right there, standing in just a black thong and heels. "This is my husband," she said to Marcus, nodding at me. "He likes to watch. Make sure he gets a good view."
Marcus stood up, unbuckled his belt, and let his pants drop. His cock swung out, long, veined, and dark, already half hard. Lisa dropped to her knees without being told. She wrapped both hands around it and started stroking, licking the head like she was starving for it. Spit ran down her chin as she forced more of him into her mouth, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat.
I sat in the chair by the window, cock already straining in my pants. Lisa looked over at me while she sucked him, eyes watering, and smiled around that thick black dick. "You like this, baby? Watching your wife choke on a real cock?"
Marcus grabbed her hair and started fucking her face harder. She took it, drooling, making wet sloppy sounds every time he pushed in. When he pulled out, strings of spit connected her lips to his shaft. "Get on the bed," he told her. "On all fours."
Lisa climbed up and wiggled her ass at him. Marcus yanked her thong aside and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her wet slit. She was dripping. He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way home in one thrust. Lisa moaned loud, her fingers gripping the sheets.
He fucked her hard and steady, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Every time he bottomed out, Lisa pushed back, taking every inch. "Deeper," she begged. "Fuck me like you own it."
I pulled my own cock out and stroked while I watched. Marcus looked over at me. "You see how she takes it? Your wife's pussy was made for black cock." He reached under her and rubbed her clit while he pounded her. Lisa came fast, shaking, her moans turning into screams.
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She kept talking dirty the whole time. "Tell him how good it feels," she ordered me. "Tell him you love watching his black dick stretch your wife."
I said it, voice rough. "I love it. Stretch her pussy out."
Marcus grinned and picked up the pace, balls slapping against her ass. Lisa came again, legs trembling. He didn't stop. He just kept railing her until his breathing changed. "Gonna fill this married cunt," he growled.
He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick loads deep inside her. Cum leaked out around his cock while he kept thrusting through it. When he finally pulled out, a thick white mess spilled from her stretched hole.
Lisa looked at me, flushed and satisfied. "Come clean it up," she said.
I got on the bed and did exactly what she wanted, tasting Marcus's cum mixed with her juices while she moaned and held my head there. Marcus watched, already stroking himself hard again.
Round two started the same way, with Lisa on her knees, but this time she made me hold her hair while Marcus used her mouth. The night went on like that until she was sore, covered in sweat, and leaking cum from both ends. I left the hotel room knowing exactly who she belonged to when she wanted it rough.
