Just then, the two ladies returned to the table. Rebecca moved with a casual elegance about her, a certain lightness. She certainly wasn't the same woman that left the table minutes ago. She walked up to Bryan and slid in next to him. She leaned over and kissed Bryan full on the mouth. There was no denying the taste of pussy on her mouth. He had tasted that sweet nectar before and remembered it all too well. She tasted different, slightly saltier somehow but Bryan was intoxicated by the taste. He was lost in his own lustful desires to taste that pussy when he reached for Rebecca's waist and felt her dress was damp.
He backed away and looked Rebecca in the eye. She didn't look away. He glanced at Desire with a confused look on his face. It wasn't possible. There was no fucking way in hell that it was possible. That taste . . . the damp dress. Desire laughed, "I've had so much champagne this evening, sometimes I get a little confused. The toilet is white; Becky's mouth is white . . ."
Rebecca didn't bother to answer. She took Bryan's hand and discreetly shoved it between her pantiless thighs. She was soaking wet. Bryan looked at his wife and she was no longer the conservative woman that made meatloaf every Thursday and sold raffle tickets for the PTA. She was a hot, desirable, lustful woman that looked incredible. "I'm horny, hornier than I've ever been in my life. I want to do this Bryan. Let's take a chance. If we let go of this opportunity, we may never get it again." She hesitated a moment and added, "Bryan, we are both sluts for black cock and for black pussy, why are we trying to deny it?"
With that simple declaration, everything in Bryan's world changed. There was no turning back. His wife had spoken the words that would alter their realties forever. They were sluts for black cock and black pussy. Bryan closed his eyes and opened them to a new reality. He wanted to be baptized with the golden nectar of Mistress Desire; he wanted to be used by Derrick any way he saw fit. He wanted to eat Rebecca's pussy when her belly was swollen and full with Derrick's baby. It was as if in an instant he was a new person.
"Your car is ready," the waiter announced as he held Desire's chair out. Desire held her arm out for Bryan to take and he did so willingly. Derrick slid around and took Rebecca's arm and the foursome walked out arm in arm much differently than they had entered.
The limo was waiting for them at the curb. The driver held the door while they piled in. There was a full bar and TV and all the trappings of a limo but there was a case of openly displayed sex toys there as well. Bryan tried not to stare and act nonchalant about it. Rebecca was seated in between Desire and Derrick and Bryan sat across from them. The car sat motionless as Desire said, "Bryan pull down your pants and bend over, I want to get put a butt plug in you to get you ready for tonight.
Bryan froze for a second. It was the exact same feeling he had in the bar. He was angry and defiant but intoxicated with the power this Black woman held over him. She owned him and he did what she requested with pride, wanting to show his wife that he had no shame in being such a slut. He slid his pants down to his knees and followed instructions by kneeling on the floor of the limo.
"Becky, I want you to put it in, which one of these lovelies would you like to see in him ...that one? Why not that one? Yes, I think he would like that one much better." Bryan arched his back. He wanted to take the biggest one there was with ease, to show that he could handle anything they dished out.
His wife inquired about lube and Derrick said, "Damn, we forgot the lube, you'll have to lick his asshole to get it wet or stick it in dry." Bryan froze. He feared that his wife would take out her anger at his infidelities on his unlubed asshole. His fears didn't last long as he felt the soft touch of his wife's tongue on his rear hole. In their entire time together, she had never done anything like that. It felt damn good. She was licking his ass and moaning. Bryan glanced around to see that Desire was fingering Rebecca's pussy at the same time. The pleasure he felt was quickly changed when he felt the tip of a gigantic butt plug about to penetrate him. He pushed out, trying to accommodate the mammoth toy. It felt heavenly, finally filled where he had felt so empty since Derrick has last been there.
"Pull up your pants," Derrick said. He tapped on the window and the driver opened the door. Everyone looked at Bryan and he knew he was expected to get out. He froze. The driver held the door and Bryan emerged out into the night and turned back to see his wife and her two black lovers fondling her openly. The driver closed the door and opened the passenger side door for Bryan. He felt relieved momentarily, until he sat and felt the butt plug in his ass and moaned in discomfort. The driver, a white man that looked to be in his late forties, put the partition up between the front and back seat and pulled his cock out. It was already erect and Bryan stared at him, wondering how many times he had done this sort of ritual with Derrick and Desire. The driver seemed happy to just stroke his cock occasionally, keeping it erect as he drove about the city.
The heavily tinted windows shielded them from the rest of the world. Bryan was mesmerized by the events of the night. Within the last hour and a half, he had found out that his wife had been having a secret cyber affair with a Black man, that that same black man had fucked her in their very house, he revealed to his wife that he had become submissive to a Black dominatrix and enjoyed taking her lover's black cock in his ass. He had tasted the evidence of his wife drinking Desire's piss and he now had a huge butt plug in his ass sitting next to a man that was jerking off casually while his wife was in the back seat between two Dominant Black people. Bryan rested his head on the partition and pulled his own cock out for some stimulation.
He was enjoying the night scenery, the pressure in his ass and the public jerk off he and the driver were sharing when he heard moans coming from the back seat. They were the unmistakable moans of his wife, in the throws of ecstasy. He listened intently. She was screaming now, loudly, without censor. His wife was a slut, begging to get fucked.
Desire turned on the intercom so he didn't have to strain to hear. Every sound was as clear as a bell. "Yes Becky, suck that big, Black cock. It's so much better than your hubby's pathetic little one, isn't it?" Rebecca moaned her affirmation with a mouth full of meat. "You love that THICK, LONG, black dick fucking your slutty mouth, don't you?" There was more moaning and slobbering. Bryan was embarrassed but more aroused than ever. He wanted to hear his wife say that his cock couldn't satisfy her. He wanted her to say that only a big, Black cock could please her. He stroked harder and harder waiting to hear more.
He heard Derrick say, "Look you white bitch, if you are going to suck it, suck my fucking cock you whore," and he heard the sounds of his wife choking. He knew Derrick had his strong black fingers grasping the blonde hair of his wife and was forcing her down on his stiff erection. He heard the sounds of Mistress Desire slapping her ass and finally Rebecca gasping for air.
"More, give me more of that Black cock," she was screaming and coughing like a wounded animal. Every time he heard the staccato sound of her ass being slapped, her voice went down an octave like she was being transformed into a wild beast.
"Come here you cunt, eat my pussy and you better make me cum." Bryan had tears in his eyes; he was grinding in the seat and humping that butt plug deeper and deeper in his ass. He ached to see the action. "Yeah you white cunt, eat my sweet, hairy black cunt, show Mommy what a good little girl you are." The words rang in Bryan's ears. He visualized his pristine wife lapping at the silky folds of flesh between the thighs of a Dominant Black woman. He heard her dress rip and he gasped for air. What was happening back there?
"Oh yes, fuck me daddy. Mommy, make me eat your sweet, juicy pussy. Mommy, I've been such a bad girl, Tell Daddy to spank me hard while he rams that gorgeous fuck stick in and out of my slutty pussy. I'm a bad girl, aren't I Mommy. Only Bad girls like to get fucked like whores by big black cocks and like to eat pussy, don't they Mommy?"
If he hadn't heard that voice every day for the past 10 years of his life, Bryan would have sworn it was someone else saying those words. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock even harder. Not ashamed any more, he lowered his pants, removed them, and placed his feet on the dashboard. He grabbed the base of the butt plug and tried to push it deeper in while he kept listening to the sounds of his wife getting fucked.
The cum in Bryan's nuts was about to shoot out of his cock. He was stroking so hard, so fast, moaning louder than his wife. If he could just see what was happening. He heard Desire moaning in sensual delight and the sounds of licking and the unmistakable sounds of hardcore fucking.
Bryan heard the sounds of Desire on the verge of orgasm. He had heard those melodic sounds before and they were music to his ears. Derrick was lost in his own pleasure as well, yelling out, "Take my cock, bitch, and take every fucking inch. If you're lucky, I'll cum in your used hole and let lover boy up there lick it out.
There was no turning back. Bryan was out of control. His heart was aching. He needed to see the action. The words poured through the intercom, a mālange of voices and cries," Fuck me, eat my pussy, take this black cock bitch, it hurts, that feels good, more, don't stop, fucking slut, use me . . ." it was a cacophony of erotic words made into a soundtrack of lust and pure, hedonistic desire.
Bryan was sure that all four of them came at the same time. Bryan captured his cum in his hand and licked it like a greedy slut, careful not to make a mess for the driver to have to clean up. The driver, erect and still stroking himself, concentrated on the road, surely hired for his services for his discretion and his safety.
The car pulled into the driveway of the Ritz. After a moment to pull himself together, the driver opened the passenger side door and Bryan stepped out into the night. He opened the door to the back and Derrick and Desire emerged impeccably. Rebecca had the obvious signs of being fucked. Her hair was matted and sweaty, her dress slightly torn, her lipstick smeared across, and her face was glistening with the telltale signs of cum. At that moment, Bryan was sure he had never seen his wife look more beautiful. The doorman held the door for them.
"I'm pleased you'll be staying with us this weekend. If there is anything you'll require, be sure to let me know."
Derrick tipped him what looked to be a one hundred dollar bill and slapped him on the back. 'We're expecting six of our friends to show up in a couple of hours. Be sure to show them directly to our room."
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