BREAKFAST ON SUNDAY

Lenny stroked his cock as he watched his wife suck his 
cock. Jeannie was a pro when it came to sucking cock. 
He watched as she carefully moved her tongue over the 
tip of it then engulfed the entire length down her 
throat. 

He kept moving his hand on his cock as he felt his 
balls swelling and about to explode. Lenny pointed the 
remote at the screen and moved the scene a little 
further ahead until he came to the part where his wife 
was holding her head on his cock. 

He clicked the remote to normal speed and watched the 
screen. Lenny watched as his wife lifted her mouth off 
his cock and smiled for the video camera. He watched as 
she hammed it up and parted her lips for the camera 
showing the gob of cum she was holding on her tongue. 

Lenny kept stroking his cock as he watched Jeannie 
close her mouth and smile for him. He knew she was 
swallowing his load at that moment like any normal 
housewife who loved to eat cum. 

She was playfully making faces for him while he held 
the camera on her. She brought up her left hand and 
wiped off her lips. Her large diamond engagement ring 
glistened in the scene as she held up that hand. 

Jeannie started moving closer to the lens until the 
picture went blurry. Lenny remembered how she always 
loved to kiss him after swallowing his load of cum. She 
got a kick out of it and always giggled for him. 

The picture went blank and Lenny leaned back on the 
pillow and began stroking his cock until his cum 
blasted off across his legs and hit the blanket across 
the bed spread. 

Lenny kept stroking his cock and pressed his fingers 
along the bottom of his cock making every last drop of 
cum to come out. Lenny stroked his cock a while longer 
then reached for the towel and wiped off his legs. 

He quickly got off the bed and took the DVD out of the 
player and placed it in the drawer with the others. 

Lenny washed and got dressed and slipped on Jeannie's 
favorite shirt and starred at her picture on the 
dresser. The photo was taken at their son's graduation 
last spring. 

Lenny smiled to himself thinking that it was hard to 
believe that the woman he married straight out of 
college was turning forty years old this month. Lenny 
laughed as he remembered one of the other parents 
asking his son if that was his sister during the 
graduation ceremony. 

Lenny leaned closer and starred at the photograph. 
Jeanie had worn her hair in a long curl for the past 
five years and made her appear much younger then her 
forty years. 

Lenny pictured in his mind how they fucked after making 
that short video he just watched. He could still feel 
her ass moving and swaying above his legs like a belly 
dancer. 

He remembered how he would to lay back on the pillow 
and watch how her belly gyrated around while she rode 
his cock. Jeannie actually took belly dancing lessons 
one summer to learn how to move her body while having 
sex. 

Lenny also built her a poll in the bedroom where she 
would practice her strip routine for him on weekends. 
She had taken lessons from a stripper who she had met 
while working at a club for a short period. 

He glanced at the time and was running late. He only 
had to drive about five blocks but got there just in 
time as he switched the engine off on his truck. The 
newspaper was lying in the driveway and leaned over to 
pick it up and glanced at the headlines as he walked to 
the front door. 

He used his key to open the door and stepped inside. 
The smell of bacon cooking filled his nostrils as he 
shut the front door and wiped his feet on the mat. 
Lenny walked into the kitchen and saw Jeannie in front 
of the stove just taking the eggs out of the pan as he 
tossed the paper onto the counter. 

Jeannie turned her head around and smiled as Lenny 
leaned over to kiss her lips. 
She handed him his plate. 

"Good morning, Honey. Billie called me around seven 
this morning. He said he got his test scores back on 
Friday and passed just about every question by one 
hundred percent." 

Lenny walked over to the table with his plate and sat 
down as he replied, "I'll call him later this 
afternoon. I'm just surprised he was up so early this 
morning." 

Jeanie laughed as she filled her plate." Billie hadn't 
been to bed yet. I guess he was celebrating all night 
with his friends and didn't realize what time it was!"

Billie was in his freshman year at college and they 
both missed him around the house. Lenny looked over at 
Jeannie as he watched her moving around in front of the 
stove. 

She was wearing a tight pair of jeans. She had a nice 
full round ass. Not a once of flab on it, only meat. 
She exercised an hour each day to keep her figure and 
it showed. 

Lenny watched as she turned around to bring her plate 
to the table. The top she was wearing was tight and 
exposed her belly button. Her large breasts were 
clearly visible underneath the thin material of the 
top. 

Jeannie's nipples were hard and pointed straight out at 
him. She hardly ever wore a bra at home. Jeannie placed 
her plate on the table then walked over to grab the 
coffee pot and poured them both some coffee. 

Lenny started to eat as he watched his ex-wife sit down 
across the table from him. They smiled at one another 
as Jeanie took her first bit of her eggs. Lenny could 
never really figure out why they divorced after sixteen 
years. 

They were going through a tuff time when both of them 
last there jobs a couple years ago. Jeannie got a 
temporary job working at a strip club as a bartender. 
Even though Lenny trusted his wife, she came home at 
four in the morning after helping clean up the club and 
they would end up in many arguments about it. 

Jeannie finally quit working at the club but the damage 
was done. They had filed for divorce after months of 
arguments and when it was all said and done realized 
the possibility that they made a mistake. 

They had talked about getting back together in recent 
months. Lenny signed a stupid three year lease on his 
condo and was only half way through it. Jeannie's 
mother had passed away during the winter and she was 
able to pay the mortgage off on the house with the 
money she had inherited. 

Jeannie spent her Saturday's reading and Lenny would 
come over and cut the grass on Saturday mornings. 
Sunday morning was there day for breakfast. Sometimes 
they would eat out and others at home like this 
morning. 

"What did you read last night? Did you start on that 
new thriller that Silvia gave you last week?"

Jeannie took another bit of her food as she starred at 
her plate. She took her time to reply as she sipped her 
coffee and sort of glanced at the wall as she said, "I 
actually went to see a movie last night." 

Lenny kept chewing as he watched Jeannie look 
uncomfortable. 

"Did you and Silva go and see that love story last 
night?"

Jeannie kept eating as she hesitated giving her reply 
to Lenny but finally answered as she picked with her 
food. 

"We went and saw that new action thriller about the mob 
last night." 

Lenny took another bit of his food as Jeannie got up to 
get more coffee and poured some in Lenny's cup. 

"I thought Silvia didn't like those blood and guts type 
of movies?"

Jeannie had her back turned as she put the pot back on 
its warmer." No. She doesn't I didn't go with Silvia 
last night." 

Lenny got curious as he said, "Who did you go with last 
night? Was it Ruth?"

Jeannie was fiddling around the counter and turned 
around and said, "Would you like another slice of 
toast?"

"No. I'm ok with this one." 

Jeannie pooped the toaster then quickly walked back to 
the table and changed the subject. 

"I'd wait until this evening to give Billie a call. 
He's probably going to be sleeping most of the day 
today." 

Lenny finished his breakfast and sat drinking coffee as 
he watched Jeannie finish eating. 

"Was the movie any good last night?"

Jeannie tried to act like she didn't hear him and 
replied, "What?"

"The movie you went and saw last night?"

"Oh. Yeah. It was good. I'd highly recommend it if you 
like action." 

The music to Jeannie's cell phone started to play as 
she got up from the table. The phone was sitting out on 
the counter as she walked over and picked it up. 

Lenny listened. 

"Hi. How are you this morning? I had a wonderful time 
too!"

 Lenny watched as Jeannie started to walk past him 
while on the phone then disappeared out of the kitchen 
to talk. Lenny could still faintly hear her 
conversation. 

"Lenny is here right now. We had our Sunday breakfast." 

Lenny smiled as he took a sip of his coffee and kept 
listening. 

"You mean this afternoon? I never really thought about 
it but that would be fine. What time will you pick me 
up?"

That got Lenny's attention when he heard something 
about someone picking up Jeannie. 

"That'll be fine. I'll see you around five." 

Jeannie walked back into the kitchen and put the phone 
back on the counter. She walked over and got the coffee 
pot and poured Lenny more coffee. 

"Did you get enough to eat this morning?"

"Yes, I sure did. That was good. That will last me most 
of the day." 

Jeannie picked up the plates and put them in the sink 
as Lenny sipped his coffee then decided to ask about 
the phone call. 

"Was that one of your friends calling?"

Jeannie started to run water on the breakfast plates as 
she casually replied, "That was just a friend." 

Lenny was sure dam curious to who was calling her this 
morning. It sounded like they were planning on picking 
her up this afternoon. Lenny came up with an idea how 
he might find out who was calling her. 

"How about taking a ride this morning over near the 
pier? It's nice and sunny this morning and thought you 
would like to get out for a while." 

"I think I'll have to pass on that ride today, Lenny. I 
have to clean the house and have a few things I have to 
do later this afternoon." 

Lenny looked disappointed as Jeannie turned and looked 
at him. 

"Aren't you supposed to play card over at Bill and 
Sue's later this afternoon?"

"Yes but that's not to around five and thought we'd 
have time for a short drive." 

Jeannie wiped her hands dry and walked over to the 
table and padded Lenny on the back. 

"Maybe we'll take that ride a different day. I have to 
get busy with the laundry. I've let it go all week 
long." 

Lenny sat finishing his cup of coffee and heard the 
washer motor start and decided to leave her to her 
house work. Lenny found Jeannie in the laundry room 
pulling out clothes from the basket as he kissed her 
goodbye. 

Lenny walked along the pier listening to the seagulls 
as he thought about Jeannie. It still felt strange not 
sharing every moment with her on weekends as they once 
did. They had been talking about getting remarried 
these past few weeks. 

Lenny saw another couple walk past him holding hands. 
He felt really lonely that day and wished that Jeannie 
would have come out with him. 

Lenny arrived on time at Bill and Sue's house. Sue and 
Jeannie had been friends for years and was the person 
responsible for getting Jeannie her current job at her 
office. 

Sue's company actually shared the same high rise 
building in town. Both companies' took up much of the 
space in the twenty four floors of the building with 
Lenny's company being on the upper floors. 

Bill's sister usually showed up to play cards but got 
busy that afternoon so Lenny decided to stay for a 
while and talk to Sue. 

"How is everything going down stairs? Have you spoken 
to Jeannie this week?"

Sue was drinking vodka as she normally did on Sunday's. 
Lenny knew she started talking more once she had a few 
glasses of those behind her. 

"Jeannie's been busy with her new boss these past 
couple weeks. He's had her work through her normal 
lunch our so we haven't had much time to talk 
recently." 

"Jeannie has a new boss? She hasn't spoken about him to 
me. Is everything alright? Is he giving her some sort 
of trouble or something?"

Sue sort of half smiled and laughed as she took another 
sip of her vodka. She smiled and looked a little silly 
at Lenny and replied, "I guess you could say he's 
giving her something anyway but I'm not sure if its 
trouble or what you would call it." 

Lenny started to get curious to what she meant when 
Bill cut her off saying." I really don't think we 
should be talking about Jeannie and her boss with 
Lenny." 

Sue blurted out." I don't see anything wrong with Lenny 
knowing what's going on at the office." 

Bill corrected his wife." You don't know what's really 
going on. You're only speculating and it's only gossip 
or rumors that you hear." 

Sue was taking another sip as she glanced at Lenny. 
Lenny was more then curious to know what she was 
talking about and said, "Is there something going on 
that I should know about?"

Sue looked at her husband who didn't approve of her 
spreading gossip but turned back at Lenny and said, 
"Jeannie is doing fine, Lenny. She has a new boss and 
everyone knows what he's been up to for the past couple 
weeks. I just thought I'd warn you about it since you 
both were talking about getting remarried." 

Bill interrupted again saying." Why don't you make 
Lenny some coffee b before he leaves?"

Sue got up and smiled as she left the room. 

"I'm, really sorry about Sue. She gets a little goofy 
once she has a few of those." 

Lenny cracked a smile as he replied, "I understand. I 
just hope everything is alright with Jeannie." 

Bill replied, "Everything is fine with her. Don't worry 
about any of that office gossip Sue is talking about. 
They have nothing better to do there in their free time 
but to start rumors." 

Sue came back a few minutes later holding a cup and 
gave it to Lenny. 

"You do take your coffee black?"

Lenny smiled and replied, "Black is fine!"

Sue started to giggle as she took another sip of the 
vodka. She smiled as she looked over at Lenny and 
muttered." Jeannie likes it black too!"


Lenny was tired. He spent the later part of the evening 
guessing what Sue was talking about that was going on 
at their office. He'd just taken a shower and was still 
naked as he opened the drawer and took out one of the 
DVD's that was stacked in the corner. 

He placed the disk inside the player and got 
comfortable on the bed as he fluffed up the pillow next 
to the headboard. The picture came on and it cut right 
into Jeannie standing in their bedroom next to the 
stripper's pole he had installed. 

Jeannie was naked except for a tiny thong as the music 
started and Jeannie began to grind her hips. Lenny 
watched as she made all the moves with her body as she 
rotated her hips making her ass sway to the song. 

He watched as she grabbed hold of the pole and swung 
around until she finally turned to face the camera and 
stuck her tongue out and licked the pole. She was 
absolutely gorgeous. Lenny watched as her breasts 
giggled each time she moved around the pole. 

She was rubbing her crotch now and looking at the 
camera. She was motioning with her finger for Lenny to 
zoom in on her pussy. The camera zoomed in and Lenny 
remembered that evening as Jeannie lowered the thong 
exposing her neatly trimmed pussy mound for the camera. 

She had it cut in a V shape and had the hair trimmed 
back short. It was so sexy looking as Lenny wondered if 
it were still trimmed the same way. 

How long had it been since he last saw her pussy? Was 
it fifteen months maybe? Maybe it was longer!

Lenny stroked his cock as he watched his wife lower the 
thong down her hips and gave her ass a gentle wiggle as 
the tiny thong hit the floor. Lenny watched the screen 
as Jeannie parted her pussy lips with her finger then 
licked the tip before she continued to dance. 

Lenny kept stroking his cock as Jeannie danced around 
the pole. She had her back turned toward the camera and 
was slowly swaying to the beat of the music as her hips 
swayed. 

Jeannie ass moved in circular motions as her body 
lowered to the floor. She was pretending to bounce on 
an imaginary cock as she moved her ass up and down near 
the floor as she held onto the pole. 

 She stretched her arms way up on the pole and pushed 
her ass out toward the camera. Lenny saw her large 
diamond ring glistening in the room light. She still 
wore it everyday to his knowledge so men wouldn't hit 
on her. 

He faintly tried to recall back to that morning and 
couldn't remember seeing Jeannie wearing her wedding 
ring. His eyes focused back to the screen as he watched 
Jeannie fucking the pole. 

She had her legs wrapped around it and was pretending 
she was riding a cock. He stroked his cock as he 
watched his wife move on the pole. The video soon ended 
as Jeannie walked toward the camera. 

Lenny clicked the remote as he remembered how she 
climbed on top of his cock after turning off the video 
camera. They fucked for hours that night as he recalled 
while stroking his cock. 

Lenny glanced at the phone on the night stand and had 
an idea. Maybe it was a long shot but he decided to 
give Jeannie a call. Maybe she would come over and they 
could make love. Perhaps this would be the night to 
rekindle their marriage and relationship. 

Lenny dialed her cell phone number and put the phone up 
to his ear as he stroked his cock. He didn't want to 
cum just yet for the possibility that Jeannie would 
drive over and take care of it for him. 

The phone was ringing. Lenny heard the forth ring then 
the answering message came on. It was Jeannie's voice 
telling him to leave a message. Lenny didn't leave any 
message. 

Lenny put the phone back down and stroked his cock. He 
glanced over at the time. It was after ten and perhaps 
she was in bed reading. Lenny kept moving his hand on 
his cock feeling his balls churning. 

Lenny glanced at the phone again. Maybe Jeannie would 
answer the house phone if she were reading in bed. 
Perhaps the cell phone was in the kitchen where she 
left it. Lenny picked up the phone and dialed that 
number. 

Lenny was getting impatient as he heard the forth ring 
then the fifth and was about to hang up when he heard 
Jeannie's voice. 

"Hello?"

Lenny could hear music playing in the back ground as he 
replied, "It's me, Jeannie. I was just calling to see 
what you were doing." 

"Wait.... Take it back out for a minute!"

"Did you say something Jeannie?"

 "No. I was just talking to myself. What did you want 
this late?"

"Are you alright? Did I call at a bad time?"

 "No. Wait a moment while I turn off this music." 

Lenny could hear Jeannie moving around on the bed then 
the music went silent. Lenny could hear Jeannie 
breathing into the phone then the sound of her moving 
on the bed again. 

"That's it...." 

"Jeannie?"

"I'm sorry, Lenny. I must have been talking to myself. 
Did you need something?"

"I was just calling to see what you were doing this 
evening." 

 Lenny thought he heard a grunt or a moan." Jeannie? 
Are you ok there?"

"I'm fine, Lenny. I must have bumped my toe on the bed. 
It's late, Lenny. Can this wait until tomorrow?"

"I was just calling to see if you'd be interested in 
coming over tonight." 

 Lenny was waiting for a reply and thought he heard 
Jeannie whispering. Then he heard her moan and yelp in 
a high pitch. 

"Jeannie?"

"I'm sorry Lenny. It's late and I'm sort of tired. Can 
we talk tomorrow after work?"

"That would be fine. Maybe I'll stop in your office and 
see you at lunch." 

"OK. I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Take care of that toe, Jeannie and try not to hit it 
again." 

Lenny listened as he heard Jeannie put the phone down 
in its cradle. This wasn't exactly how he wanted this 
phone conversation to end but he had to admit that it 
wasn't planned. 

Maybe he'd have better luck coming right out with it 
and ask Jeannie if he could move back into the house. 
Whatever it was she appeared to be preoccupied tonight. 
She may have gotten home late from the movies the night 
before with her friends and was tired. 

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ONLY ON MONDAYS

It was lunch time when the phone rang. The caller ID 
showed it was from out of area. Normally I never answer 
a call like that but my hand suddenly picked it up. In 
a quiet voice spoke, "You don't know me, I work with 
your wife and I'm calling to inform you that she has 
been cheating on you." 

"Who is this?" I asked.

"I can't tell you, but they meet for lunch at a hotel 
not far from work every Monday." 

"Is this some kind of sick joke!" I shouted. 

"Hardly," came the reply. "If you don't believe me go 
see for yourself. They take separate cars, oh and the 
guy is black, light skinned with a shaved head about 
6'5" around 220 pounds." With that the phone went 
silent. 

Well it was too late to drive over there today, I would 
have to wait until next week. I had lost my appetite, I 
felt a sickness and tightening in my stomach. How could 
she do this to me I thought. Vicky and I had been 
married going on ten years now. I thought we had a 
sound relationship, and adequate sex life, though we 
didn't do it as often as we used to. We were getting 
older. I was close to retirement and she had ten years 
to go. She kept herself in good shape. At 5' 2" Vicky's 
body was showing signs of age but still turned most men 
on. Her blue eyes, amber hair and ample rack, along 
with shapely legs and nice little ass surely had guys 
hitting on her at work. 

We had both been married several times and had admitted 
to having sex with numerous partners in our past. 
Somehow I didn't see her as someone who had been loose 
with giving her pussy away, though she claimed to have 
done it with a dozen guys. 

Suddenly I realized, it was my fault. I was the one 
that got her into watching porn movies. Sometimes we 
would act out scenes that had turned us on. She was 
amazed at how big the stars cocks were, especially the 
black ones. When asked if she thought she could handle 
one, or would like to try one, the answer was always 
the same, yuk no way. A typical response from 99 
percent of white women. What a lie. Given the right 
conditions, circumstances, and physical attraction the 
majority will try it once. Why, because women are 
inquisitive by nature. I should never have bought that 
big black dildo either. She loved the fullness her 
pussy felt when it was all the way to the balls. 

I needed to calm down before she got home from work, 
but my mind was working overtime. Visions of her 
sucking and then bucking on some big black cock raced 
through my head. My heart was pounding faster than the 
pounding she was taking on her hands and knees, as 
scene after scene played out in living color. A thick 
black cock slicing into her hot little pussy from every 
conceivable position. Her moaning in utter delight, and 
screaming out things like; give it to me, pound me with 
that black cock of yours, I want your cum, I want to 
taste your cum. 

Damn, the mind can paint some vivid pictures. I had to 
get control of myself, I was starting to get a hard on, 
as mad as I was, can this be normal? I remember reading 
something about this years ago. The majority of men had 
fantasies of their wife being fucked by someone else 
while they secretly watched. 

The ringing of the phone separated me from my thoughts, 
a familiar number appeared. I decided to let the 
answering machine take it. "Hi honey, I'm going to be a 
little late getting home tonight so thought you should 
know, I love you."

Damn I thought, you're good. You just finished getting 
pummeled and stretched but you love me? 

I decided to take a ride and check out the hotel. There 
was only one close to her work, the Glory Hole, how 
fitting I thought. I had a picture of her in my wallet 
which I showed to the desk clerk. "Do you know this 
woman?" I asked.

"No," came the reply. "But she has been meeting some 
guy in here for the last several months on Monday. He 
rents the same room in advance every week. They come in 
around noon get the key and disappear. They check out 
around 5 o'clock, except for today, you just missed 
them. His name is Marcus and he always takes room 11 
down the hall at the back of the building."

"Do you mind if I have a look at the room, I want to 
rent it next Sunday." My hands shook as I tried to 
guide the key into the lock while visions of my wife 
clenching a huge black cock had no problem finding the 
target. 

The bed had been torn up, several towels littered the 
floor. Upon closer inspection the bed was soaked in 
their love juices as were both pillows. The closet 
offered a perfect view of the bed I thought. I would 
place the video camera there next Sunday. I'd slip the 
desk clerk a fifty, to turn it on prior to their 
arrival. If I was going to file for a divorce I wanted 
proof.

Vicky arrived home about ten minutes later than usual. 
She seemed to look fine except she was a little pale 
looking and her hair didn't look right. "Rough day at 
work I mumbled." 

"Oh God, was it a long hard day, I thought it would 
never end. I'm beat, and wore out, I'll be in bed early 
tonight." 

Well I thought, at least she wasn't lying completely. 
She had a long hard black cock and I'm sure she's worn 
out and beat. I thought I'd join her in the shower to 
see if I could finger fuck her. I wanted to see just 
how much that hot little pussy had gotten stretched. 
She would have no part of it but agreed to blow me 
right there in the shower. Her mouth was hungry and my 
dick was no doubt an appetizer compared to what had 
filled it a few hours ago. The thought made my dick 
harder and my cum shot down her throat like a bullet 
leaving a rifle barrel. 

"Ummm, you almost drowned me," she moaned.

* *

The rest of the week crept slowly by as my subconscious 
mind replayed the same scenes over and over. Her on top 
riding that big thick black cock. Or being hammered 
from behind, his big black balls spanking her clit as 
she screamed; do me harder, deeper, deeper, faster, 
yeah just like that, ohhhhhh I'm cumming.

The weekend arrived, Saturday night was our night to 
get down and dirty. I put on some music and we hopped 
into bed. I was rock hard with the first kiss as her 
hand fondled my balls and stroked my dick. My finger 
found its way to her honey hole. I found it tight and 
dry so I applied some slip and slide and easily 
inserted three fingers. 

Hmm I thought, it used to take a while to work up to 
three fingers, that black cock had definitely left its 
mark. I did the best I could do but it seemed as if she 
just wasn't into it. She played like she had a small 
orgasm so as to satisfy me and finished me off with a 
awesome blow job. 

Sunday I made an excuse to go to town for some more 
wine and swung by the Glory Hole. The desk clerk had 
time to think it over and upped the price on me to a 
hundred bucks. I gave him the video camera along with 
instructions. I asked him to hold on to it until 
Tuesday morning. 

Monday morning came and Vicky kissed me good bye. She 
told me she could be a little late because she needed 
to stop by the store before coming home. As the day 
progressed I couldn't stop seeing the reruns of the two 
of them locked in what amounted to pure animal sex. The 
harder I tried the more lifelike they became. I could 
see the big veins that carried the lifeblood to that 
thick black cock my wife was either sucking or riding 
at this very minute. I could hear the deep moans and 
whimpers as her tiny mouth stretched to take that thick 
cock. I was sure Marcus would empty a cup full of hot 
cum deep into her throat. Somehow I managed to get 
through the afternoon and soon her car lights were 
lighting up the drive.

I met her at the door with a kiss and a hug. "Oh honey, 
today was hell, I worked my ass off all afternoon, I'm 
totally spent, every muscle in my body aches. I'm flat 
out exhausted. I'm going to soak in the tub and go to 
bed early." 

"Yeah, you look like you been rode hard and put away 
wet honey. Want a glass of wine?" I asked. 

"That's a perfect description and yes I'd love some 
wine." 

We ate dinner and shared small talk and soon it was off 
to soak in the tub.

I was at the Glory Hole by 9 o'clock the next morning. 
The clerk smiled as I approached his desk. Here's your 
camera and you can keep the hundred. "Did you get what 
I asked for?" 

"Oh did I ever, and let me tell ya, I'd pay you a 
hundred to watch that again, damn." 

"You weren't supposed to watch it you asshole." I left 
and flipped him off on my way out the door. I felt my 
heart racing as I speeded toward home. Slow down I 
thought, you have most of the day to look this over.

I hooked the camera to the TV and hit play. The bed 
came into focus there was no sound so I hit the fast 
forward. Suddenly the door opened, I tried to stop the 
camera but was all thumbs. 

Finally I backed it up and there they were, locked in 
each others arms as soon as they closed the door. They 
embraced for the next couple of minutes. Their bodies 
pressed firmly to each other. Her arms around his neck 
as he bent down, his huge hands cupping both cheeks of 
her little ass. I imagined their tongues dancing, as he 
slowly used his to fuck her hungry mouth. Then she slid 
her arms down to his groin and began to rub the bulge 
that she had come here for. I felt my throat tighten 
and my mouth become dry, I was shaking. The kiss ended 
and he stood erect and removed his shirt. 

He was very muscular and like I had been told, was 
light colored and a shaved head. Actually for a black 
guy Marcus was a handsome man. I guessed mid thirty's, 
about twenty years younger than my wife.

Vicky was first to speak, as she unbuckled his pants; 
"Damn I've wanted this beautiful cock all week. Are you 
going to fuck me good this afternoon Marcus, I mean 
really fuck me, make me cum my brains out?" 

"I always do, don't I? But today I'm really going to 
give you the fucking of your life. My balls are full of 
hot cum just for you baby." With that his pants fell to 
the floor exposing a huge cock, which was at least 8 
inches long in its flaccid state. It was also uncut and 
the foreskin concealed what looked to be a bulbous 
head.

I watched as she licked and kissed it from the base up 
the shaft to the bulbous pink head which was becoming 
exposed by her hasty jacking. Marcus was growing with 
each pass of her eager tongue. Now I know why he chose 
room eleven. Christ his cock was all that in length and 
half that in girth. Plumb sized testicles hung in a 
deep tanned sac about four inches below the base of his 
cock. 

She jacked the massive cock with both hands. The 
sucking, licking, and stroking exposed the head to 
daylight. She spoke as if this monster could somehow 
understand every word. That's a good cock, get nice and 
hard. She whispered as she struggled to suck the head 
into her mouth, I want you to fill my pussy up. I want 
you to drown me in your cum. 

Marcus pulled her up and replaced his cock with his 
tongue. He lifted her sweater over her head and she 
unsnapped her braw to free her tits. His mouth engulfed 
her tit as she moaned and grabbed a hold of his 
chocolate manhood. "I want it now Marcus! Please fuck 
me," she begged. "My pussy is on fire for that big cock 
of yours.

"Please fuck me," has got to be the sweetest words any 
man could ever hear. But Marcus wasn't just any man, he 
wasn't quite ready to give her what she wanted. He 
picked her up and laid her on the bed. She quickly 
started to pull down her jeans and panties in one fluid 
motion. The amber bush was in full view, and suddenly 
took up the whole screen. What the hell, and it dawned 
on me. The desk clerk was filming this from the closet.

Damn, this is more than I had bargained for. As her 
legs came into frame I could see Marcus kneeling. He 
was eating her sweet little pussy and fingering it as 
he drained her of her juices. She was pleading now, 
"Please Marcus, give me that cock, fill my pussy up, I 
want you in me, I want your cum." 

Marcus came up for air and grabbed her legs as she 
spread them as well as her pussy lips open. The massive 
head of that thick veined cock came into focus as it 
rested at the entry way to her dripping pussy. As his 
buttocks tightened the massive cock split her lips. She 
raised her pussy up and arched her back to welcome it 
inside. As they pushed against each other it slowly 
sank. The massive head followed by inch after inch of 
thick chocolate cock. 

About half way in Marcus stopped and slowly pulled out 
all but the head. He leaned forward as she wrapped her 
arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. 
Their tongues dueled like swordsman and the cock began 
to plunge a little deeper. This went on for the next 
ten minutes as I watched my wife moan, cum flowing from 
her stuffed pussy. Her pussy was sucking it in, inch by 
black inch. Incredible I thought. Marcus kept feeding 
it to her slowly, until she begged, "Give me more. I 
want more... I want it all." 

Then with a sudden lunge it found bottom and they 
froze, both bodies shaking in orgasmic bliss. With the 
cum running out of her pussy Marcus began to saw away 
slowly. First pulling all but the head out, the length 
of the shaft glistening with their love juices. Then it 
plunged to the depths once again as Vicky rose in 
perfect rhythm to meet him half way. 

"Give it to me harder, faster!" she cried. Ohhh just 
like that! I love it like that!" You could hear the 
sound of his balls slapping her ass, and the wet 
sucking sound of her pussy. "Oh God fuck me, fuck me!" 
she screamed.

With each long stroke he gave her, she was arching and 
raising her ass off the bed to meet him as that huge 
cock vanished into her little white pussy. "I'm 
cumming, I'm cumming, it's sooo fucking gooood." 

"I want to suck that cock, I want to feel that hot cum 
in my throat." 

Marcus got up and said, "Not yet baby, I'm hitting that 
pussy doggie style." 

Vicky quickly assumed the position. 

"Now I'm going to send you to heaven baby," as he 
stabbed her pussy relentlessly to the timing of her 
lust filled moans. Each thrust was met with an equal 
response. "A fuck me, fuck me deeper" only interrupted 
by her screaming, "I'm cumming! God I'm cumming again! 
Give it to me!"

This continued for the next twenty minutes until Marcus 
said, "Ok baby, are you hungry for my cum?"

"Yes! God yes! Please give it to me!" was the response 
as she fell forward and dislodged the spear which 
impaled her. Quick to her knees she eagerly gobbled 
down half his cock. You could see her cheeks swell and 
his balls pulsate. 

She jacked the other half of his throbbing cock as his 
balls were being emptied into her throat. Then they 
collapsed in each other's embrace. Over the course of 
the next four hours the scene would be replayed three 
more times. Marcus was a man of his word, he had given 
her the fucking of her life. 

Over the course of the week, I watched parts of it 
several times in disbelief, I hadn't decided what to do 
about it yet. That was going to depend on Vicky. It was 
finally Saturday night and as we got into bed she 
snuggled up to me and whispered, "Are you going to put 
some music on?" 

"No, I thought we would watch a porn movie," I replied. 

"I'd rather listen to music, we've seen all the 
movies," was her response. 

I reached for the remote and said, "Not this one. 
You're going to love this one." 

As the bedroom came into focus she sat up in bed with 
the most surprised look on her face. "Don't bother 
trying to explain honey, lye back and enjoy the movie." 

We had incredible sex that night. When we were spent 
she asked, "Do you still love me?" 

"Yes, I do and I don't mind if you see Marcus, but only 
on Mondays." 

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