Lisa had been thinking about it for months. Her husband knew. He watched her scroll through the pictures on her phone, her fingers pausing on the thick black cocks that filled the screen. One night she finally said it out loud. I want one. A real black cock. Tonight.
They found him on the app. Marcus. Six-foot-three, built, and straight to the point when he messaged back. Bring coconut oil. I like it slippery. And I always wrap it up. Lisas pussy clenched when she read that.
She met him at the hotel room while her husband waited in the parking lot like theyd agreed. Marcus opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats that already showed the heavy outline of his dick. He looked her over, nodded, and said, Strip and get on the bed.
Lisa pulled her dress off fast. No bra, no panties. She lay back and spread her legs so he could see how wet she already was. Marcus grabbed the jar of coconut oil from her bag, twisted the lid off, and scooped out a big handful. The oil was solid at first, then melted warm against her skin as he rubbed it over her tits, down her stomach, and straight between her thighs.
He worked two thick fingers into her pussy, smearing the oil deep. Tight white cunt, he muttered. Gonna stretch this out. Lisa moaned and pushed down on his hand. He kept finger-fucking her until the oil made loud, wet sounds every time he drove in.
Marcus shoved his sweats down. His cock swung free, heavy, veined, and already half-hard. He was bigger than anything Lisa had taken. He grabbed the condom packet, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled the thin rubber down over that thick shaft. The latex stretched tight around him, shiny from the oil on his fingers.
He climbed between her legs and rubbed the covered head up and down her slit. You ready for this black dick, wife? Lisa nodded fast. Fuck me. Please.
Marcus pushed in slow. The stretch burned even with all the oil. Lisas mouth fell open and she grabbed his arms. Inch by inch he sank deeper until his balls rested against her ass. He stayed there a second, letting her feel how full she was, then started fucking.
Hard, steady strokes. The bed creaked. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds from the coconut oil and her soaked pussy. Marcus grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his cock like he owned it. Thats it. Take every inch. Your husbands little dick never did this, did it?
Lisa shook her head, gasping. No. Never. Fuck, its so big. She came the first time with her legs locked around his waist, pussy clenching hard around the condom-covered shaft. Marcus didnt stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in from behind. One hand reached around to rub her clit while he pounded her.
The second orgasm hit harder. Lisa buried her face in the sheets and screamed into them. Marcus kept going, sweat mixing with the oil on her back. He pulled out just long enough to add more coconut oil, slicking his condom again before slamming back inside.
They fucked for almost an hour. Different positions, different angles. Marcus on his back while she rode him, her tits bouncing, oil dripping down her thighs. Then bent over the desk, the edge digging into her hips while he drilled her from behind. Every time she came he told her how good her married pussy felt squeezing his black cock.
Finally Marcus pulled out, ripped the condom off, and stroked himself over her ass. Thick ropes of cum landed across her oiled skin. Lisa stayed bent over, breathing hard, feeling it run down between her cheeks.
She texted her husband to come up. When he walked in, Marcus was already pulling his sweats back on. Lisa didnt move. She just looked at her husband and said, Watch what he did to me.
Marcus left. Her husband stepped closer, staring at the used condom on the floor and the cum on her ass. Lisa smiled, still face-down on the bed, pussy throbbing and stretched.
Next week, she said. Same time. Same cock. Bring more oil.
