Since I was away from home, I would randomly check the security cameras. One particular afternoon I noticed a church van parked at the curb in front of our house. No reason for concern, however a week later I see the same van in the driveway. On the side of the van read Mount Zion Church. Still knowing my wife often volunteered at the church I had no need for concern.
Finally, after almost a month away from home, I arrived home mid-day Friday afternoon. My wife was still at work. I unloaded the truck, showered and just enjoyed sitting in my house instead of a hotel. Around 3 o'clock my wife came home. She was surprised to see me home a week early.
She gave me a kiss and told me she was gonna take a quick shower. That was unusual for her but I figured she was doing it for me. Thirty minutes later she appeared in the living room. She wore her robe and had with her a glass of wine. That too was not her normal behavior. We talked about what I missed during my time away, a recent snow storm and so forth.
"Well, it finally happened." she said out of nowhere.
"What finally happened?" I asked, not sure what she was referring to.
She sipped her wine, looking at me bashfully, "I've been blacked as you would say."
"You are pulling my leg." I replied in a doubtful voice but the look in her eyes said otherwise.
My heart began to race as she confirmed that she had actually taken a black lover. I started to get a raging hard on. My dick was so hard it was painful. At that point she commenced to inform me how it all played out. I constantly interrupted her, asking for more details, imagining the scene in my head.
I moved down to my knees, spread her robe. Kissing my way up her thighs lightly tonguing her labia. My wife moaned, enjoying the oral pleasures I was giving her. I asked her when was the last time she was with her bull, and she informed me about three days ago. My wife also told me that she was going to see him again tomorrow. Hearing this I sucked on her clit with enthusiasm knowing her future plans.
I stood up and removed my pants, then kneeled between her legs. I easily entered her and after three thrusts I climaxed. I apologized to her for cumming so fast.
"That's ok, I am used to it." she replied with a smile.
When I arrived home the next day, I was greeted by seeing the church van in our drive way again. My heart raced and my dick got hard. I wasn't being sneaky but I was careful not to make a lot of noise. When I unlocked the door, I instantly realized the dogs didn't bark so they must have been out back.
Walking in the living room I could hear my wife talking.
I made my way to the bedroom and stood by the door peeking in.
"Jerry is one and done." Doris said.
"Well I am not your husband." Byron said as began to stroke his cock, "and i want to nut again!"
My wife reached over grasping the ebony phallus, slowly working her hand up and down as she watched the head of his cock go in and out of the prodigious foreskin.
"Why don't you get those lips on my cock?" Byron asked.
Taking his suggestion, Doris leaned over his large dark thigh. She ran her tongue around the rim of the head of his cock. Using her mouth, she massaged the sides of his manhood. The mixture of their previous frolic was still evident on his cock. Byron placed his large right hand on the back of her head, holding my wife's head down while she opened wide and took her black bull's cock into her mouth.
Doris looked up making eye contact with Byron. His smiled told her everything she needed to know. Without letting go of the black cock that was in her mouth, she positioned herself between his legs gaining better capacity to suck his cock.
Doris attempted to deep throat him but was unable, his cock was just too big.
"That's it baby, you are such a good cock sucker. You like that black cock don't ya?" Byron said to my wife.
