On the drive to this guy Tyrell's apartment my cock was literally bursting out of my pants. I was like a school kid, bubbling over with questions for Janessa.
“How long have you been seeing him?” ... “Does he fuck you or do you have just oral sex?” ... "How big is his cock?”
These were all questions that tumbled out of my mouth to which Janessa just replied coyly, “You’ll see soon enough.”
We arrived at a ten-story apartment building and Janessa pushed the button for the seventh floor. As we got off the elevator Janessa turned to me and said, “Let me go to Tyrell’s apartment first, without you, and tell him of our arrangement. Make sure it is okay with him.”
I waited in the elevator lobby in anticipation; several people got on and off the elevator. I had trouble hiding the bulge in my pants as I waited for Janessa. Finally she came back down; the elevator door opened.
“He’s cool with it,” she said to my relief, “Come on up. Remember what I said about getting me all warmed up? Be prepared when you get there."
As we stepped into the elevator Janessa took off her overcoat. There she was dressed only in her teddy, standing tall in her six-inch spike heels. Several other people got on and off the elevator on the ride up to the seventh floor; I can only imagine what they thought.
We entered a darkened room without knocking. From somewhere in a bedroom I heard a deep voice say, “Make yourselves comfortable, I’ll be right out.”
Janessa made herself a drink from the bar and sat back in a chair. “Come here, lover,” she commanded, “It’s time for you to go to work.” Janessa exposed her glistening pussy and I knelt in front of her and began tickling her clit with my tongue.
“Well lover boy,” she said, “Today you get to see your loving wife fucked by another man. You’ll like that, won’t you,” she teased.
I nodded yes and kept on tonguing her.
“And you want to see his cock buried in my pussy, yes?” Again I nodded. Her pussy juices began to flow; she was wet and hot now.
I wanted to see her impaled on another man’s cock, to tell the truth; to have my young wife look like the slut I knew she always was.
“Just watch now,” she said, “Tyrell,” she yelled, “I’m ready.”
From out of the darkness came a man at least six and half feet tall. He was naked and his body rippled with muscles. His BLACK body. She did not tell me Tyrell was a black man.
Did I want my wife fucking a black man? Questions and doubts flooded my mind. Could I even stop it? Should I continue to watch?
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