She came home late again, lipstick smeared and her dress wrinkled like shed been fucked in a parking lot. I knew the signs. Her thighs rubbed together when she walked, like she was still feeling his cum leaking out of her.
I stood in the kitchen doorway watching her kick off her heels. You were with him again.
She didnt even look guilty. Just smiled that lazy, freshly-fucked smile and dropped her purse on the counter. His name is Marcus. And yeah. I let him have me again.
My cock twitched in my pants even as my stomach twisted. How many times?
Three. He made me ride him until I couldnt feel my legs, then bent me over the hood of his car and pounded me until I screamed. The last time he came inside me so deep Im still dripping.
She pulled her dress up right there in the kitchen, no panties underneath, and showed me her swollen, used pussy. It was pink and puffy, lips parted, a thick white trail sliding down her inner thigh. She dipped two fingers in and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean while she stared at me.
He told me Im his now, she said. Said my white married cunt belongs to him. I told him he was right.
I crossed the room and grabbed her hips, spinning her around. She bent over the counter without being told, spreading her legs. I shoved two fingers inside her. She was soaked, loose from his thick cock, and hot with his load. When I pulled my fingers out they were coated.
Clean them, she ordered.
I sucked her fingers instead, tasting him. Salty, musky, male. She laughed low in her throat.
Youre pathetic, she whispered. But thats why I keep you. You get to watch what a real man does to your wife.
That weekend Marcus came to our house. He didnt knock. Just walked in like he owned the place, which he did. My wife was waiting in the living room wearing nothing but a thin black robe that barely covered her ass. She dropped to her knees the second she saw him.
Marcus was huge, over six foot, broad shoulders, skin dark as coffee. He unzipped and pulled out a cock that made mine look like a joke. Thick, veined, already half-hard. My wife moaned like she was starving and took him straight into her mouth, both hands working the shaft while she sucked the head.
I sat in the armchair like he told me to, pants around my ankles, stroking myself slowly.
She gagged when he pushed deeper, spit running down her chin onto her tits. Marcus grabbed her hair and fucked her face until her mascara ran. Then he pulled out, slapped her cheeks with his wet cock, and told her to get on the couch.
She climbed up on all fours, ass up, looking back at him with pure hunger. Own me, she begged. Show my husband who this pussy belongs to.
Marcus lined up and slammed in with one thrust. She screamed. He didnt go slow. He fucked her like he was trying to break her, hips slapping loud and wet against her ass. Every time he bottomed out she made this broken little sound that went straight to my balls.
Look at your wife, he grunted at me. Look how she takes a real dick.
Her tits swung under her. Sweat dripped down her back. She came hard, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him, but he didnt stop. He just kept pounding through her orgasm until she was sobbing with pleasure.
When he finally pulled out, her cunt gaped, red and dripping. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. This time he went slower, grinding deep so she felt every inch. She clawed at his arms, begging him to fill her.
Tell him, Marcus said.
She looked right at me, eyes glassy. Im black owned. This pussy is his. You can have whatevers left when hes done using me.
Marcus groaned and unloaded inside her, thick ropes pumping deep. She came again just from the feeling of it, milking him. When he finally pulled out, cum poured out of her in a steady stream, soaking the couch cushion.
He made her stay there, legs spread, while he told me to clean her. I crawled between her thighs and licked. She tasted like him, thick and bitter, mixed with her own slick. She held my head down and ground against my tongue until she came again, flooding my mouth.
Marcus stayed the night. He fucked her twice more in our bed while I watched from the corner. The second time he had her ride him reverse cowgirl so I could see her stretched around his cock, her asshole winking every time she dropped down. The third time he took her ass, slow and deep, until she was shaking and calling him Daddy.
By morning she could barely walk. She kissed him at the door like a wife sending her husband off to work, then turned to me with that same satisfied smile.
Youre going to buy me new lingerie, she said. Something he can rip off. And youre going to watch every time he comes over. Thats your place now.
She walked past me, cum still leaking down her thighs, and headed for the shower. I stood there hard and aching, knowing this was only the beginning.
She was his. And I was just the man who got to watch her get black owned, over and over, until there was nothing left of the wife I used to have. Only his.
