Anything to Serve Her

As I walked through the door after my graveyard shift, I immediately knew something was up. I heard the sound of our bed frame rhythmically creaking, the headboard banging against the wall. That blended with the sound of my wife's moans echoed through the hallway, leading me straight to our bedroom.

And there she was, my beautiful Mexican wife Carolina, lying on the bed with a 25 year old black man between her legs. She lay on her back, her knees pushed against her shoulders, her lover's weight bearing down on top of her, his massive frame easily overpowering her. He was pounding into her with such force, causing her voluptuous body to rock back and forth. Her long, raven black hair splayed out on the pillow, her caramel skin glistening with sweat, and her seductive brown eyes closed in ecstasy.

I felt both stunned and aroused at the same time. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. But then again, this wasn't the first time. My wife Carolina was polyamorous, and I was just one of her many partners. She slept with other people openly, while I was only allowed to sleep with her. Ours is a female-led relationship, and I worship her. I would do anything to serve her.

Those closest in our circle of friends were completely aware of our arrangement. In fact, three of her best friends husbands have fucked her, unbeknownst to their wives of course.

A few years ago we went on a couples trip to Playa Del Carmen with a large group of friends. She had been fucking her best friends husband for about three months at that point. I secretly rented an second suite so Carolina and her best friends husband could sneak away and fuck. I loved watching them sweat and fuck while his wife was passed out drunk in her room. I think that I will save that story for another day, and get back to this recollection.

I looked around the room. An empty bottle of Patron sat on the dresser next to a pair of tall shot glasses. Several empty Modelo bottles littered the bedside table next to an unopened box of Magnum condoms.

I took a deep breathe. My senses were overwhelmed by the delicious smell of sex. It was a mixture of musk, sweat, and my wife's delicious pussy with a hint of vanilla from the scented candles that flickered in the room. Obviously this has been going on all night and this was most likely morning wake up sex.

As I stood there, unnoticed by my wife, her friend acknowledged me with a quick nod and a throaty "What's up white boy?" Apparently he was aware of our lifestyle and had been expecting me to come home from work. I wondered if this was the Marquise that my wife had been seeing for the past 3 weeks. She had mentioned that he was a very powerful black man, but she never mentioned that he was 24 years younger than her.

I felt a little lump in my throat because I knew based on the things she had been telling me about him that she had a very serious attraction. My wife often slept with other men, and occasionally women, but she rarely ever had a serious relationship with another person. She had hinted to me that Marquis had that potential for her. Based on the way, these two are fucking, how they looked at each other their obvious connection, I realized that it was actually happening.

He suddenly wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her just enough to make her gasp for air.

But instead of fear, I could see a look of pure pleasure on Carolina's face. She was completely under Marquis' spell, submitting to his every command. He continued to tighten his grip on her neck as he entered her, thrusting with an intensity that left her breathless.

But Marquis didn't stop there. He pulled out and slapped Carolina's face, leaving a red mark on her cheek. She moaned in pleasure, her eyes locked with his, as if she was begging for more. And Marquis was more than willing to oblige.

He spat in her open, willing mouth, and Carolina eagerly swallowed it down, savoring the taste. It was a raw and primal act, but there was a strange sense of intimacy in the way they looked at each other. It was as if they were communicating without words, their bodies doing the talking.

Despite the rough and brutal nature of Marquis' actions, there was an undeniable sense of love and connection between them. It was as if they were two puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly together in a way that no one else could understand.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. My wife was being dominated by this superior Alpha Male, and I was just a mere spectator. It was my greatest reward, to be allowed to sit quietly and masturbate while I watched my Goddess being pleasured by someone else.

I found myself walking towards the bed, my eyes fixated on the massive black cock that was thrusting in and out of my wife. I sat down on a nearby chair, my own erection straining against my pants. I couldn't take my eyes off them, the way their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.

Carolina was completely lost in the moment, barely even noticing my presence. Her moans and screams filled the room, and I could tell she was close to reaching her climax. This man, with his confident and commanding demeanor, continued to pound into her with no signs of slowing down.

And then it happened. He released his load inside her, not even bothering with a condom. I watched in awe as my wife's body tensed up, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she climaxed with him. It knew that it wasn't the first time tonight. He collapsed on top of her, their kisses now slow and tender as they basked in the afterglow of their passion. Their breathing was heavy, their mouths pressed together, their sweat mingling together.

After a catching their breath for a few minutes, Marquise roll to the side. At first, I thought he was going to get up, but he didn't. He reached over to the nightstand, picked up a a blunt and lit it, taking a big hit and blowing it up towards the ceiling fan.

Carolina turned to look at me, a sly smile on her face. "Clean me up, darling," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

And then, I saw it - the unmistakable sight of Marquis's massive load of cum oozing out of my wife's freshly fucked pussy.

Marquise laid next to Carolina in bed, his strong arms enveloping her as he watched me approach. I studied my wife with obvious desire. My body shaking uncontrollably. She smiled at me and said." don't be shy, baby come have your dinner so you can get to sleep. You worked all night and I wouldn't want you to go to sleep on an empty stomach". I.

I couldn't resist her command and knelt down next to them, my eyes fixed on the creamy white cum dripping out of my wife. Marquis spoke up, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"You like watching your beautiful wife get fucked by a real man, don't you?" he asked with a wicked grin.

I couldn't deny it, and he knew it. He continued, "And you love the taste of my cum, don't you? Go ahead, clean her up."

I eagerly obliged, licking up every last drop of Marquis's cum from my wife's pussy. It tasted salty and musky, and I couldn't get enough. Carolina moaned in pleasure, her fingers tangled in Marquis's hair as he whispered dirty words in her ear.

"You know, I think your husband enjoys being a cuckold," Marquis said to Carolina, his eyes never leaving mine.

She laughed and nodded, "Oh, he loves it. He loves being my submissive little toy, doing whatever I tell him to do."

I couldn't argue with her words, as I continued to lap up Marquis's cum from her pussy. And then, Marquis had an idea.

"Next time, maybe I'll let him suck my cock and swallow my load. How does that sound, baby? What do you think white boy? I know you've always wondered what your wife is experiencing when she has a real man's cock in her mouth. I know you secretly wish you were doing to why not make it a reality?" he asked, his hand caressing Carolina's cheek.

She smiled and nodded eagerly, "Yes, please. I know he would love that. I already know your answer is, yes, baby, don't stop doing what you're doing" she tousled my hair affectionately with her other hand.

And just like that, I knew that I would do anything Marquis wanted, just to be able to taste his cum again.

I could taste the mix of their sweat and juices as I licked her clean, my cock throbbing with desire. I couldn't believe how thick and creamy his load was, and I savored every drop that leaked out of her stretched cunt. Carolina looked down at me, her eyes filled with lust and adoration.

"You're such a good boy," she purred as I swallowed the last of his cum. "You know how much I love it when you clean me up like this." I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at her words. " you're the perfect boy for me" she whispered lovingly. " the kind of boy who understands that I need to be a woman, and that a woman also needs a real man in her life too. I know this is gonna be hard for you, but don't worry as long as you're obedient. There will always be a place for you and Marquis and my bed" she said, with loving finality.

As I sat there, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have a wife like Carolina. She was my Goddess, and I was her willing cuckold. And now I'll do anything to serve them.