Guess What Honey?

"Undress me," Mark ordered, the second their lips broke apart. He stepped away from Maddie, creating a little distance between them to give my wife a chance to work. But it was clear that Maddie wanted to follow him. She didn't want to lose that contact, hungering for more of it, the second it was gone. But she showed reluctant restraint, stopping herself and allowing her hands to come up to the buttons of his shirt as she began undoing them one by one.

I watched as Maddie got the shirt undone, then proceeded to remove his cufflinks before sliding each of Mark's arms free from the garment. There was a quick intake of breath from my wife when she saw her handsome paramour's broad black chest, his pectorals well defined, as Maddie's hands came up to touch his dark skin, just grazing over its surface as she stared in amazement at what she was seeing.

"My pants," Mark practically growled, snapping Maddie out of the trance she'd slipped into.

I watched as Maddie dropped to her knees in a display so submissive that my cock throbbed inside my boxers, practically begging me to take it out and stroke it. Gritting my teeth, I resisted while attempting to master my own desires. Maddie, meanwhile, was busy undoing Mark's belt. Once she had it free, her fingers nimbly undid the snap on his pants and lowered his zipper with practiced ease, as if she'd done so a thousand times. And while I knew that was my jealousy and insecurity trying to get the better of me, it was still difficult not to imagine that they were playing me as a fool, having done this little scene many times before in seedy little motels behind my back. Leaving me an unwitting cuckold, and making me look the part of a fool.

But then I saw Maddie lower Mark's pants allowing the prominent bulge in her lover's boxer briefs to come into view for the first time. And the genuine look of surprise and magnified anticipation on my wife's face at the way his cock tented the material of his briefs told me that this was the first time my wife had ever seen his cock. Yes, Maddie had probably suspected that it would be considerable in size. I'm sure he'd pressed it against her that day in Roberto's. But she now looked absolutely ravenous as Mark stepped out of his pants, Maddie tossing them aside before her fingers went to his package, lightly caressing it through the material of his boxer briefs.

I sat on the edge of my seat, the bourbon in my glass forgotten, as I watched my wife prepare to unwrap the gift I'd given her. But then Maddie seemed to hesitate, her mind coming out of the fog of lust that had clouded her thinking. And for just a second, she looked clear-headed, her head coming around and her eyes searching for me where I sat in the dark corner of our hotel room.

Our eyes met, and in Maddie's, I saw a question. Was she having doubts? Did she think we were making a mistake? Even as she knelt there, and her fingers delicately continued to stroke the large black cock still firmly encased inside the material of this black man's briefs, was my wife beginning to second guess where this might lead?

But then it hit me; her non-verbal question was meant for me. Maddie wasn't uncertain at all about what she wanted to happen. No, my wife needed this. This would help her reclaim that feeling of lost youth and vibrancy that had escaped her as she passed into her thirties and motherhood. This would fortify in her mind that she was more than just a wife and mother. Tonight's activities would recharge her vitality and youth while setting aside Maddie's remaining doubts regarding her beauty and sexiness.

Maddie was looking at me now for permission to go on. And somehow, I knew this would be the last time she'd do so. Say yes now, and the steering wheel would be taken from my grasp. Mark would then be doing the driving, and my wife would seemingly be lost to me for the next couple of hours. And God help me, a part of my mind wanted to put a stop to what was happening. But a more rational side of my mind argued that Maddie and I would come to regret it if I did. We'd always wonder about the road not taken, and while it might not wreck our marriage, it would undoubtedly do it damage.

And finally, there was a base portion of my brain screaming out not to allow my insecurities to deny myself the sight of seeing Maddie taken by the man before her. It begged me not to deny myself the view of seeing her married white pussy stuffed by his big black cock. To hear how Maddie would react to being savagely fucked hard and used for his pleasure. And above all, it pleaded with me to know how debased I would feel when he emptied his virile seed into the depths of her still-fertile womb.

A brief flash of light caught my attention and drove me out of my thoughts. Maddie had continued watching me, while she stroked Mark's cock through the thin material of his briefs. Suddenly feeling there was significance to the twinkle that had broken my fugue, I focused on Maddie's hand and saw the source. Her diamond engagement band and wedding ring had just caught the light from the bedside lamp, as she fondled Mark's impressive package. And that sight of it gave me the answer I needed.

Glancing at my wife, I smiled and nodded my head. Seeing my reply, Maddie pursed her lips and blew a kiss my way, mouthing that she loved me. She then returned her attention to Mark and the impressive appendage between his legs. Maddie's fingers went to the waistband of Mark's briefs and pulled them down, careful not to allow them to become entangled with the man's erection.

The sight of the cock that fell free of the confines of his boxers simultaneously filled me with feelings of jealousy and relief. There was no doubt that Mark's cock was several inches longer than the seven inches genetics had blessed me with. It was jet black and had a cut mushroom-shaped head that was almost purple, an intricate network of veins running the length of its shaft and leading down to a pendulous set of balls. But while Mark's cock was significantly longer than mine, mine dwarfed his overall girth. Yes, he would be able to reach places in her depths that I could never go. But Mark had no hope of being able to stretch my wife's sweet pussy the way my fat hog could on a nightly basis.

I watched as my wife's hands closed around the shaft of Mark's long black cock, Maddie seeming to shiver in delight as she touched the warm and fleshy black skin. Mark again yanked her hair, tilting my wife's head back and forcing her to look into his eyes. Maddie stared up at him in awe, even as her hands slid up and down the length of his shaft, her dominant right hand pausing just long enough, to squeeze the bulbous crown at the top before again descending down his length.

"I expect you to be an excellent little married white cocksucker and worship my cock like it's the last motherfucking thing you'll ever have," Mark demandingly said. "Put your hands at your sides. I didn't give you permission to touch me, did I?"

"No," Maddie declared, with a tiny shake of her head, releasing the hold she had on Mark's long cock as if it was a hot potato, her hands going immediately to her sides as her new bull had ordered.

The sight of it left me in awe. I would have never classified my wife as being submissive. She ran our household like that of a captain of a ship, directing me to complete the tasks she needed to be done on my part. And from what I knew, Maddie was the same way in her job, handling an office full of subordinates with the skill of a musical conductor. She was capable of juggling a substantial number of tasks simultaneously, without ever dropping the ball.

So to see her like this was--an epiphany. This wasn't the woman that I was married to. The Maddie I knew and loved had slipped into the background, and replacing her was a willing submissive slut who hungered to be taken and used by a black man for his pleasure.

"Now, I'm going to feed you this cock, slut, and you're going to swallow every motherfucking inch of what I give you," Mark declared, as he grasped the shaft of his cock and lifted its head to Maddie's waiting lips.

I heard a moan at that point, as I watched my wife's mouth open willingly in eager anticipation; Maddie's hands going together behind her back and grasping one another as if she didn't trust herself and wanted to avoid displeasing the dominant alpha male towering over her. It wasn't until then, that I realized it was me who'd moaned, my cock straining at the material of my boxers and begging to be released. I knew that it wouldn't take much for me to come; the sight before me had me aroused beyond belief.

I watched as Maddie extended her tongue, rolling it out like a welcome mat as she excitedly awaited the moment Mark's black cock would enter her mouth. The man didn't disappoint her, placing the swollen head on her tongue and slowly feeding several inches into Maddie's waiting maw. My wife didn't hesitate, her painted lips closing around the shaft, her cheeks hollowing out as Maddie began to suck at what was being slowly being fed to her; all the while, staring appreciatively up at Mark for the gift he was bestowing upon her.

Mark used the handful of hair he held to hold Maddie's head in place as he began to deliberately feed more and more of his manhood down my wife's throat. I watched as Maddie batted her eyes up his way, as she consumed the first six or seven inches of his cock with no issues. After all, my wife was used to attempting to swallow my fat hog, so she could easily accommodate Mark's thinner cock without much problem.

"God, Maddie, you look so fucking hot with a mouth full of black cock, so fucking sexy!" Mark declared as he began to fuck her mouth a little faster, testing my wife's gag reflex by feeding all but the final two inches of his manhood down her throat. "You were made for black cock, girl."

For her part, Maddie's eyes began to tear up, as she struggled to fit the remainder of his cock down her throat. There were copious strands of excess saliva and spittle leaking from around Maddie's lips as she desperately attempted to take the last of what she was being fed. I couldn't help but feel that my wife would take it as a personal affront if she failed to swallow his entire length.

My cock aching and jealousy raging inside me, I watched as my sexy blonde wife finally reached her objective, her nose burying itself in Mark's neatly trimmed pubes, a bulge showing in Maddie's throat. But rather than allow her to back off, Mark firmly held her there, his lengthy manhood safely sheathed in her gullet, as my wife struggled to breathe. A panicked look blossomed in her eyes as she began to gag slightly, coughing as if trying to expel the offending invader from her throat.

I sat forward in my chair, my weight going to the balls of my feet as I made ready to stand and go to my wife's aid. As my weight began coming out of the chair, Maddie's right hand came out from behind her back, her open palm throwing up a stop sign even as she gagged around Mark's cock. I froze in place, uncertain of what I should do, but ultimately decided to trust my wife.

Using Maddie's blonde locks as a rein of sorts, Mark roughly yanked my wife's head backward, the entire length of his long black cock withdrawing from the depths of her mouth. Streams of spittle hung between my wife's swollen lips and the head of Mark's cock, Maddie's lipstick smeared around her mouth, and her eyes still shedding tears from having been deprived of oxygen.

"Your husband is concerned, Maddie. Let him know that you're all right," Mark ordered, as he began to drag the bulbous crown of his cock around Maddie's face, my wife taking every opportunity to swipe at the pre-cum leaking from the head as it passed her lips.

"I'm fine, Peter," Maddie announced, not bothering to look my way, her eyes still centered on Mark's smirking face. "I'm better than good."

Her words tied my stomach in knots as I wondered if I hadn't opened Pandora's box. Still, I sat back in my chair, bringing my glass of bourbon to my lips and downing the remainder of it, in two large gulps. What would happen from here was out of my control. Mark would take my wife and use her for his pleasure. And I would bear the weight of every degrading thing he did to her without a response. I would suffer it all while maintaining my dignity because this was what Maddie wanted and needed. And I loved her too much to deny her that.

Without another word, Mark began to undress my wife with a practiced skill that told me he'd played out this exact same scene hundreds of times before. Maddie was just another white woman who hungered for a black cock as far as Mark was concerned. He was determined to ensure that she got what she needed, exceeding her fantasies and leaving Maddie addicted to this new world of wife sharing and black bulls.

Maddie stood there looking as sexy and wanton as I'd ever seen her when he was done. Her lacy black undergarments left little to the imagination; my wife's breasts seemed to heave from her bra's confines. The silky thigh-high stockings she wore appeared to offer the promise of even more sensual delights. And she'd done it all for another man, putting hours of effort into selecting the perfect outfit, having her hair styled, her makeup done, getting waxed, and choosing the perfect night in her cycle when she'd be least likely to get pregnant should one of Mark's swimmers make it past the birth control Maddie was taking.

Mark backed Maddie up, her eyes never leaving his. She squealed lightly as the backs of her knees encountered the bed and sent her sprawling backward with a look of surprise on her face. Maddie continued to gaze sensually back towards Mark, rising up onto her elbows and retreating back on the bed with an expectant smile as Mark mounted the mattress and settled between her legs.

"Your fucking pussy is soaked, girl," Mark announced, as he palmed the front of the lacy panties Maddie wore. I couldn't see what he was referring to, but I knew it wasn't unusual for my wife to become quite wet. It was merely a matter of providing her the proper stimulation. I watched as Mark grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them down over her stockings, and pulled them free of her shapely legs. He then turned to look at me, tossing me her wet panties as if providing me proof of how aroused she'd become in anticipation of what he was about to do to her.

Mark didn't hesitate, dipping down and burying his face between my wife's legs, sucking ravenously at the copious amount of juices there. Maddie began to moan lasciviously, one hand going to the back of Mark's head as the other hand dug at the sheets beneath her. My wife's black bull began to thrash his head side to side, clearly sucking on Maddie's clit even as three fingers of his right hand slipped inside her, opening my wife up as he began to plunge them in and out of her sopping cunt.

Maddie had her first climax of the night, releasing a prolonged moan that might have sounded like a wail of grief if heard by an outsider. But I knew it for what it was. It was, in fact, a celebratory cry from my wife, announcing to the world that she was far more than just a wife and mother. She was a sensual creature capable of incredible feats of desire; a beautiful, blonde valkyrie lustfully surrendering her body to a man who wasn't her husband. And she was doing it all with my blessing, gracing me with the briefest of smiles and a quick look of love before Mark grabbed her hips, flipping Maddie onto her stomach and causing her to squeal in shock.

Mark grabbed my wife's round hips and pulled her up on her knees, pressing a hand between her shoulder blades to force Maddie's top half down onto the bed. I knew this was it, a momentous moment about to happen. Mark was about to fuck the woman I loved for the first time, and suddenly I realized that I had to be able to see Maddie's face when it happened.

Standing, I quietly made my way around the king-size bed and dropped down on my knees in front of Maddie, who lay there with her head turned to the side, her eyes closed and a look of silent anticipation gracing her face. She was surprised when I reached out and took her hands in mine, just as Mark dragged the head of his unprotected cock through her sodden furrow. Maddie's head came up, and she looked at me with love just as Mark's long black member split her opening in two and knifed between her vaginal walls, sinking deeper inside her than I'd ever gone.

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes!" Maddie cried out, as Mark seized ahold of her hips and began to work his impressive cock in and out of my wife's pussy. Her eyes were focused on mine, the two of us communicating silently, as Mark started the first salvo of his war to lay claim to my wife and make her hopelessly addicted to his black cock. Feeling strangely at peace, my earlier fear and insecurity having disappeared, I smiled at Maddie, who'd begun to bleat softly with each pistoning stroke of Mark's cock.

"Does it feel good, baby?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear Maddie say the words, the thought of it excited me profusely.

"Answer your husband, slut!" Mark demanded, bringing his right hand down harshly against her right ass cheek, my wife moaning like a cheap whore in response.

"So, good! So fucking good!" Maddie declared while looking me dead in the eyes. "He's hitting my cervix with every thrust! I've never felt that before!"

Upon hearing her reply, I couldn't help but glance up at Mark, who leered back at me with a shit-eating grin that seemed to proclaim what a superior specimen of manhood he was. My first reaction was primal and reactionary. I wanted to replace him between her legs and show the arrogant bastard what it was like to really stretch a woman's pussy.

But common sense got the better of me. This wasn't about me. This was about Maddie and I taking the next step in our relationship. It was about Maddie's sexual fantasies and my fetish for seeing my wife taken and fucked hard, intersecting in synergistic perfection. And I wouldn't allow Mark to goad me into a conflict.

"That's good, baby!" I replied, "Fuck him back! Take that black dick!"

Maddie squeezed my hands tightly and used the leverage I provided her to begin meeting each of Mark's thrusts. Pulling herself forward and then pushing her hips back to meet the next plunge of Mark's cock. Maddie seemed utterly lost in it, a soulful cry of utter joyful bliss emanating from deep inside her, as her eyes rolled back into her head, and she came--her pussy gushing a flood as she squirted, the walls of her cunt clamping down and expelling Mark's long, thin, cock from her hot and steamy depths.

"That's it, baby! Come all over that black dick!" I cheered, feeling almost giddy in seeing how hard my wife had just come, the sheets below her now saturated from where she'd just doused them with her juices. I tried not to allow the fact that she seldom came in such a manner with me, and yet had done so with him the first time, to bother me. Instead, I tried to focus on the pleasure my wife was experiencing and knew that it wouldn't have been possible without my graciousness.

Mark ordered Maddie over onto her back, and I couldn't help but get the impression that he'd done so in an attempt to break us apart. Maybe I wasn't following the script of other husbands he'd cuckolded in the past. Perhaps Mark was used to encountering weak men who were content to sit in the corner and masturbate themselves into oblivion as their wives discovered truly satisfying sex for the first time.

But that wasn't the case with us. My relationship with Maddie was far too strong for me not to attempt to make this experience as pleasurable for my wife as possible. We'd agreed to see to it that we both worked to make sure each of us had a positive experience while engaging in our fetishes. Something that was almost symbiotic considering they both played off one another.