She walked into the hotel bar like she owned the place, short black dress hugging her thick ass and pushing her tits up high. I sat in the corner booth, cock already half-hard just watching her. She knew the rules. No panties. Heels that made her legs look endless. Lipstick red enough to leave rings on a dick.
Marcus spotted her right away. Six-four, broad shoulders, skin dark as night. He didn't waste time. Walked straight over, bought her a drink, and had her laughing in under two minutes. I could see her body language change fast. Shoulders relaxing, thighs pressing together, that little bite on her lower lip she only does when she's getting wet.
They didn't stay long. She glanced my way once, gave me the smallest nod, then followed him to the elevator. I waited five minutes like we planned, then headed up to the room we'd booked.
The door was cracked. I slipped inside and locked it behind me. The sounds hit me first. Wet sucking noises. Her moans around a mouthful of cock. Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, pants around his ankles, one big hand on the back of her head while she knelt and worked his thick black dick. It was already bigger than mine soft. Now it was rock hard, veins standing out, her spit shining all over it.
"Fuck, that's it," he growled. "Take it deeper, white girl. Show me how bad you want this black cock."
She gagged but kept going, eyes watering, mascara starting to run. Her hand couldn't even close around the base. She pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his head, then looked right at me in the chair by the wall.
"You like watching your wife suck this?" she asked, voice hoarse. "Tell him how much bigger it is than yours."
"It's fucking massive," I said, voice tight. My own hand was already rubbing my dick through my pants. "Bigger than anything she's had."
Marcus laughed low. "Get on the bed. Spread those legs. I wanna see that married pussy."
She climbed up, dress hiked to her waist, and lay back. Her cunt was already glistening. Marcus didn't tease. He lined up that fat head and pushed in slow, making her stretch around him. She gasped, back arching, hands fisting the sheets.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he grunted, sinking deeper. "This pussy been waiting for real dick."
He started fucking her in long, hard strokes. Every thrust made her tits bounce and her mouth fall open. Wet sounds filled the room, skin slapping skin. She came fast the first time, legs shaking, moaning his name like she'd forgotten mine.
I pulled my cock out and stroked while I watched. Marcus flipped her onto all fours, slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint, then slammed back in. He grabbed her hips and pounded, balls swinging, her juices coating his shaft.
"Look at your husband," he ordered.
"Tell him how good this black dick feels."
She turned her head, eyes glassy with lust. "It's so deep, baby. Stretching me open. I can't stop coming on it."
He reached under and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. She came again, harder, screaming into the mattress. Marcus didn't slow down. He used her like she was made for it, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust.
After a while he pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. "Open that pretty mouth." She did, and he fed her his cock again, fucking her face while she fingered herself. When he was close he pulled back and painted her tits with thick ropes of cum, some hitting her chin and lips.
She looked wrecked and beautiful. Cum dripping down her chest, pussy swollen and dripping, hair a mess. Marcus wasn't done though. He gave her five minutes to catch her breath, then had her ride him reverse cowgirl so I could watch every inch disappear inside her. She bounced on that black dick like she was starving for it, reaching down to rub her clit until she squirted a little, soaking his balls.
By the time he finally unloaded deep in her pussy, she'd come so many times she could barely speak. He pulled out and a thick load leaked out of her stretched hole, running down her ass.
Marcus got dressed, nodded at me, and left. She stayed on the bed, legs spread, cum still oozing from her.
I stripped and climbed between her thighs. Her pussy was hot and slick, used. I slid in easy, feeling how loose and wet she was from taking that bigger cock. She wrapped her legs around me and whispered dirty in my ear the whole time I fucked her.
"Feel how he opened me up? Feel all that cum inside your wife?"
I came fast, adding my load to his. We lay there breathing hard, her fingers tracing patterns on my back.
She smiled against my neck. "Next time I want two of them."
I was already getting hard again.
