I came home early that Tuesday, keys already in the lock before I even registered the low, rhythmic sounds drifting from our bedroom. The apartment smelled like sexsweat, perfume, and something musky I couldnt place at first. My heart started pounding the second I heard her voice, that soft, broken moan she only makes when shes close. I should have turned around. Instead I stepped inside and pushed the door open.
There she was, on all fours in the middle of our bed, completely naked, her pale skin flushed pink. A tall, muscular Black man knelt behind her, his dark hands gripping her hips. His cockthick, veined, and impossibly longslid halfway out of her before driving back in with a wet sound that made my stomach flip. I froze in the doorway, watching the contrast of his deep brown skin against her lighter tone, the way her pussy stretched around him, glistening every time he pulled back.
She hadnt noticed me yet. Her face was buried in the pillows, ass up, back arched, pushing back to meet every thrust. Fuck, Marcus, deeper, she gasped, voice hoarse. He obliged, sinking in until his heavy balls pressed against her. I could see every inch disappearing inside her, the shaft shiny with her arousal. My own cock twitched in my jeans even as my chest tightened.
Marcus glanced up and saw me. He didnt stop. A slow grin spread across his face, but he kept fucking her, slow and deliberate, letting me watch the way her lips clung to him on every withdrawal. Looks like your mans home, he said, voice low and calm.
She lifted her head, eyes wide, cheeks burning. For a second I thought shed scramble away, but she stayed right where she was, impaled on that massive cock. Baby, she breathed, looking straight at me. I I didnt think youd be back yet.
I couldnt speak. My eyes stayed locked on where they were joined. Marcus eased out until just the thick head remained inside her, then pushed back in, making her whimper. The sight was obscene and hypnoticthe way her cunt swallowed him, the wet shine coating his shaft, the slight bulge in her lower belly when he bottomed out.
Stay, she whispered, voice shaking but hungry. Watch.
I stepped closer, shutting the door behind me. My legs felt weak. Marcus started moving again, harder now, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. Each thrust forced a cry from her throat. I could see her clit swollen and needy, her thighs trembling. Pre-come soaked the front of my boxers as I stood there, transfixed.
She reached back and spread herself wider for him, giving me the perfect view. Hes so big, she moaned, eyes on mine. Feels so fucking good. Marcus grunted in agreement, pace quickening. His cock glistened darker with every stroke, veins standing out. I watched her pussy flutter around him, gripping tight, dripping onto the sheets.
I finally found my voice, rough and shaky. Dont stop. The words surprised even me. She smiled, relief and lust mixing on her face, then pushed back harder against him. Marcus took the cue, pounding into her with steady, powerful strokes that made her whole body jolt. Her breasts swung beneath her, nipples tight. Sweat ran down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and I couldnt look away from the place where his thick shaft disappeared again and again.
When she came, it was loud and suddenher whole body locking up, a long, broken cry tearing from her throat. Marcus kept going through it, fucking her through the spasms, drawing it out until she was shaking and gasping. Only then did he pull out, his cock standing rigid, slick and dark, a string of her wetness connecting them for a moment.
She rolled onto her back, legs spread, looking up at me with glassy eyes. Come here, she said. I moved without thinking, kneeling on the bed beside her. Marcus stroked himself slowly, watching us. She reached for my belt, freeing my aching cock, and wrapped her fingers around it while Marcus lined up again and slid back inside her from the front this time.
The three of us stayed like that for a long timeher hand working me in time with his thrusts, her mouth open in pleasure, Marcuss deep groans mixing with her softer sounds. When he finally came, it was with a low growl, burying himself deep as his balls tightened. I watched his cock pulse inside her, filling her, some of it leaking out around his shaft.
Afterward she pulled me down and kissed me hard, tasting like sweat and sex, while Marcus caught his breath beside us. No one said much. We didnt need to. The air was thick with what had just happened, and the way her hand never left my cock told me this wasnt the end.
We spent the rest of the afternoon tangled together, learning exactly how much she could take and how much I could watch. By the time Marcus left, the sheets were ruined and my girlfriend was curled against me, whispering that she loved me even as she described, in explicit detail, how it had felt to be stretched open by that thick black cock while I stood there watching. I held her tighter, already hard again, already wondering when it would happen next.
