I had loved seeing Earl's shadowy face while he hid in the kitchen, watching me take my first black cock. But, seeing him naked, blindfolded, limp-dicked and patiently waiting beside our marital bed, only ratcheted up my confidence and enhanced my wetness.
Earl turned in our direction, hearing Devonne and me padding across the bedroom carpet, approaching him. I spoke first. "D, this is my husband, Earl." Devonne was naked, but for his white ankle socks, and denim shirt. I wore the assigned patent leather mini skirt and bustier, as well as a pair of black 4-inch spiked heels. They did little to equal my height to that of my African dominant.
Devonne had his right arm slung around my shoulder, and his flaccid, meaty dick hung lewdly, barely inches from Earl's blindfold. I wondered if my accomplice might force feed his soft hose to our supplicant, just to prove that Devonne was the alpha in the room.
Earl raised his head up, trying to guess where the tall black man might be standing. I couldn't stop thinking how Earl's meager package looked so prepubescent - so immature, for a man in mid-life. It contrasted to the thick, but still soft, shiny blackness of Devonne's ample manhood - which already well eclipsed in length what my husband could provide when fully erect.
"Stand up, when your wife enters the room, cuck," Devonne ordered in a low voice. I recognized this as part of the play. Had Earl stood up when he heard us enter, I'm sure Devonne would have told him that he had no business moving without being so directed. Earl quickly rose, and Devonne positioned me in front of Earl. "Do toy want to feel what your wife is dressed in?"
"May I," asked our submissive.
"Yes, because once she removes your blindfold, it will be the last time Maggie will be yours to have, and to hold - at least until I am done with her."
Earl hands trembled as he reached out blindly and found the shiny front of my bustier, just below the push up bra. His dicklet began to respond, the wrinkles stretching until his not quite five inch shaft became fully taut. Earl's hands toyed with my nipples, twisting and pulling on each one while I moaned softly and stroked Devonne's firm, muscular, and round backside. A pearl of precum filled the small slit of Earl's cock head, whereas a long, thin tendril of Devonne's honey stretched almost to the floor.
"Reach under and see what happened when Maggie sucked my dick at the front door." Earl lowered his right hand from my breast, down to the slick hem of my skirt, and reached beneath. My nectar filled the crevice of my sopping wet lips, and Earl recognized that its texture indicated that the dewy slime was just my own arousal rather than something Devonne had deposited inside me.
"Oh, God you already have her panties off!" said Earl.
Devonne replied, "The panties were never meant for Maggie," which left my husband confused, but nonetheless titillated by my wetness. "Maggie loves my dick in her mouth, don't ya, babe?"
"God, yes. I crave your dick in my throat, D."
Devonne took hold of my shoulders and spun me around to face the bed, Earl's hands gliding along my curvy body, as my head was pushed forward to the mattress. Earl now had one hand on each of my hips, his fingers savoring the texture of my slutty skirt. Devonne commanded, "Get on your knees and eat Maggie's ass. Wet her tight, pink hole up for me." Earl left both hands on my hips, and lowered one knee, then the other, until my wide, leather covered ass was in his face. Earl had never suggested doing such a thing as to lick my ass, and it made me quiver at the anticipation of feeling his tongue tease my dirty pucker.
Earl leaned in until his nose touched the cool material that stretched across my wide arse. I held my lover's hand while my husband pushed the skirt up over my hips. I felt the tickle of the satin of his blindfold on my ass cheeks, while Earl's nose burrowed into the cleft.
Each hand grasped a cheek, and thumbs forced my heavy globes apart, to expose his prize. Earl tentatively licked at the tender opening, tasting for the first time, my pungent flavor. I moaned into the bedspread while Earl acquainted himself with the texture and taste of my ass, in his darkened state. His tongue lovingly circled round the puckered folds of my sphincter, but when his talented tongue darted its way into the lining of my anus, I exhausted an audible gasp.
"That will do. Are you ready for Maggie to remove the mask?"
Earl pulled back from me, letting go of my ass, and answered, "God, yes."
Devonne turned me around and held me close to my husband; my lover's long black fingers sprawled around my right hip. With both of our bodies nearly contacting the kneeling man, Devonne nodded and I carefully pulled back the elastic of my husband's blinders. I removed the mask and set it on the nightstand, next to the unopened box of magnums.
As light flooded into his eyes, Earl saw the dangling black phallus so near his face. "Is this what you want to see inside your beautiful wife," asked Devonne from high above Earl.
Earl nodded as he surveyed the veins coursing along the softened cock, looked up into the coal black eyes of his dominant, and verbally confirmed with, "Yes".
"Well," offered Devonne, "It isn't much good to Maggie in this condition, is it?"
The look in his eyes told me that Earl knew what was being asked of him. His eyes darted to mine in confirmation, and I nodded back. Earl leaned back on his haunches and raised a hand to wrap around the intimidating shaft. His discomfort was obvious and he handled the floppy cock clumsily.
"Listen, bro. It's just a dick - it may be a big dick - but jack it the same like you do with that pencil dick of yours." Devonne reached for the night table and held out the tube of K-Y, and added, "You can spit on your hand, or use this stuff for lubrication, but you're not going to like the taste of it."
