My Wife Is Serving Her Bull in Front Of Me

My wife moved her face as far down his cock as she could, then came off of it, moaning as she worked. She focused on this stranger and didn’t care that I was there.

“Not leaving much to the imagination are you?” I said, as I slowly looked her up and down.

My wife had all black on. A black crotchless teddy, with two straps coming up from underneath her, which met more material on her lower back, that covered halfway up, then the two strips crossed and went over her shoulders. She turned to me and didn’t say anything. The teddy was tight and form-fitting on the front. It was sheer and I could make out her nipples. The sheer stockings were also black and her heels were a black pump, which made her almost my height, as she swayed in them.

“Well, he is coming here to fuck me, is he not?” she said, with a devious smile.

I was very nervous about how open and ready she was for this already. I stepped out of the bedroom, as she stepped into the bathroom. A few seconds later, a knock came on the front door.

“I’ll get it,” she said, pushing up her breasts and tugging at the lingerie’s top half a bit.

She strutted over confidently to the door. Her ass swayed as the straps of the outfit tightly draped over it. As she made her way downstairs and to the entrance, I silently followed and watched as she opened the door.

“Hi. You must be Dax,” she said, as she ran her hand down his arm.

“And you must be Lya. Wow. I wasn’t expecting this,” he said, as he closed the door behind him.

“I hope you like it.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit. He looked her up and down once, then reached his hand out. He grabbed her arm, then moved his hand to her back. He pushed her slowly in front of him. His other hand grabbed her stomach and stopped her. His hand reached down and cupped her bare ass. She giggled a bit, and let out another whimper. He turned her to the side a bit as he looked down at her ass. He didn’t say anything, as he manhandled my wife.

At this point, as I watched from my hiding place, I was turned on but also very nervous. He was a big man. Even in her high heels, my wife was shorter than him. He was muscular, too. His build alone indicated he could do whatever he wanted.

He turned her again so her back was to him, as he looked down over her at her breasts. Both his hands reached up and cupped each breast, squeezing them firmly, as he pushed them together. She reached her hand back and ran her fingers slowly down his head and the side of his face.

I was frozen. I was watching but didn’t think I could have moved or spoken a word at that point. She moaned as he fondled her breasts and he moved a hand down to her stomach and one up her arm, as he slowly pushed her against the wall. She put her hands up to brace herself. His hand moved over her ass, rubbing it. He whispered something to her, as he fondled her ass.

I couldn’t hear what he said but my wife smiled, grabbed his hand, and guided him toward the living room, past me.

“You sit over there and be quiet,” Marcus ordered to me, as he walked by. He pointed to a chair outside of the room.

I nervously sat down and leaned forward a bit as I watched them. I could still see the whole action from my place. My wife stood at attention waiting for him, as he sat on the couch. He reached up and rubbed her breasts again. He coaxed them out of the loose top and started playing with her nipples. More and more moans came from my wife.

“On your knees,” he said to my wife.

It didn’t take her but a second, to fall to her knees in front of him. I couldn’t see her face, but it didn’t matter. She only had one mission, and it was his pleasure.

“You want a big black cock in you? Your husband’s cock not big enough?”

“No, it’s not,” she responded, shyly.

“Don’t be shy, slut. Let me hear you say it,” he said to her, as his hand moved up to her hair and yanked her head to the side.

“I don’t want my husband’s cock. I want your big black cock,” she whimpered, from her hair being tugged.

My heart sank a bit. I know it was just something Lya was playing along with, but she was quite convincing. She focused on this stranger and didn’t care that I was there.

He undid his slacks in front of her and this big, half-hard black cock flopped out of his pants. I saw his hand move into her hair again, and push her face down onto him. I leaned over a bit so I could better see my wife parting her lips to allow his cock to slide into her mouth.

“That’s it. Take that cock deep in your mouth,” he commented, as he looked at her and then over at me.

She grunted and mumbled a bit, as she started bobbing up and down on him. His hand was still in her hair, but she was doing all the work. As she worked up and down on him, her fingernails moved up his thighs and rubbed his legs.

“Fuck. Your wife can sure suck a cock. She sucks a lot of cocks?” he asked, as he looked at me.

I wasn’t able to respond so I simply shook my head ‘no’. I had no idea it was going to get this vulgar, this quickly but this is what my wife wanted, so I didn’t say anything.

He let her work him over for a few minutes, then he stood up. She was still on her knees and still focused. She moved her face as far down his cock as she could, then came off of it, moaning as she worked. Her hand was jerking him too, but it was so little compared to his cock, you could barely notice it. A couple of times she came off of it to lick it up and down.

She went as far down as she could on his cock, then he pushed on the back of her head. She put her hand up to push him away, but he kept pushing. He held her there as she smacked her hand on his thigh a couple of times. He let go of her. She came off his cock and gasped for air. Saliva drooled off her lips and hung from the head of his cock. She didn’t say a word, she just gasped a couple of times. He pushed back down on her head and it went even further down his cock this time. This time, I could hear her gurgle and choke on him. When he let go, she came up off of it. She coughed a couple of times and the drool coated her exposed breasts.

“I think you’re being too rough with her,” I said from my place.

“Am I being too rough with you, slut?” he asked, as he pushed back down on her head.

She shook her head ‘no’, and started sucking him again. He quickly pulled her off of his cock.

“Spit on it.”

She spat on the head and then licked it. He pushed her back down on it. Her eyes were fixed on his face, as she blew him. It was just like in the porn movies like she said she wanted. I wasn’t sure, though; this was a bit much.

He motioned her to stand up and helped her to her feet. She was wobbly from being on her knees and the heels didn’t help. He spun her a bit, so her ass was facing me. He reached around and gave it two firm smacks. Each sent a tingle through me, as she whimpered from both.

“Get on your back,” he said to her, as he helped her onto the sofa.

He pulled her to the edge of it and spread her legs. He leaned over and started to lick at her pussy. One hand rubbed her lips a bit as his tongue went deep into her pussy. She was moaning aloud, as he licked her. She looked at me for a second, then looked away. It looked like she felt guilty. He kept working her pussy with his tongue and fingers. Her moans were louder and louder. Finally, he stood up.

“Ask your husband if you can fuck me,” he directed her.

“Honey, please, can Dax fuck me? I want to feel his big cock inside of me,” she pleadingly asked.

“Umm, yes. If that’s what you want.” I didn’t know what else to say.

I watched as he held her ankles to the side. The head of his huge cock teased her pussy for a bit, then he slid it in. He looked back at me as he did as if to say she belonged to him.

“Oh fuck, fuck. Fuck that’s big,” she grunted, as he went into her.

“I’m going to fuck your wife so hard, she won’t be able to walk straight for days,” he said, as he started working it in an out of her.

Her moans were loud right from the start. He didn’t hold back, as he pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed it back into her. He had stamina and just kept plunging into my wife. He parted her legs wide, leaned down, and kissed her. He led with his tongue, and she met his tongue with hers. He laid on top of her and thrust quickly.

“Yes! Fuck, I’m going to cum!” she screamed out, as he rammed into her.

Hovering over her, his hand moved up. It went over her breast as he squeezed it then to her neck. It went around her neck. He took a firm grip and squeezed enough to make it uncomfortable for her. He thrust harder than before and she gasped a bit and moaned. Her eyes looked up at him, pleading.

“Damn girl, not many can take my cock deep like that.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh, God,” my wife blurted out.

My wife’s slutty cries were working magic on Dax, who sped up and was giving it all he could. Lya’s toes curled and she looked at me.

“He fucks me better than you ever could!” Lya exclaimed in horny fervor as the large man fucked her then she kissed him once more, letting out a long moan as his cock reached deep within her.

Dax grunted and kept his rhythm as his black cock explored the depths of my wife’s womb, using her like a cheap slut and she loved every second of it.

They eventually swapped positions, and she bent over with her ass stuck out in the air, in anticipation of his continued fucking. By this point, he was well-lubed up. His big black cock slid into her bare pussy easily, forcing her to let out a quick gasp. He didn’t waste any time picking up speed. His hips were in constant motion, pushing his thick black meat through my wife’s supple hole.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me in front of my husband!” she yelled, fucking him back, meeting his thrusts, pushing on his cock every time he pounded into her.

My wife began to get louder and louder and I knew she was going to cum again. Dax let out a loud groan as he dropped his load into Lya’s pussy but kept pumping away until my wife came again.

I watched as he pulled out, cum oozing out of her pussy and off his cock. It went down the sofa and hit the floor below. Her head rolled to the side as her legs dropped. She was gasping for air and was speechless. He stepped back a bit and looked at me.

“Damn. Your fucking wife is a great fuck. She really knows how to handle a cock,” he said, as he openly waved his cock towards me with cum glistening on it.

Dax made a passing swipe at my wife’s slick pussy before turning around and grabbing his clothes. He eventually dressed and left.

“You came so hard, I have never seen you like that before,” I said as I helped Lya stand up and she left a cum puddle on my leg, as I moved her spent, naked body down the hallway and directly to the shower.

This first experience with a third person was most rewarding for all of us and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I watched another man fuck my wife.