Amanda POV continued

You go to the bathroom and pee. God, there’s so much cum. You hate to feel it leave you but you know you’ll be filled up again soon. You give yourself a quick wipe and flush.

Checking yourself out in the mirror your makeup is running slightly. No use in fixing it. It’s just going to get messed up again. Those thoughts bring a big smile to your face. You can’t believe you were **** at first. Your husband had to convince you but you were really loving Chase’s big black cock.

You fiddle with your wedding ring. Chase always insists you wear it and you kinda like wearing it too. The ring oddly enough reminds you that you belong… to chase… and not your husband.

You leave the bathroom and head back to the livingroom.

“Hon, how do you feel” my husband asks me as I rejoin him in the room.

I can’t lie and exclaim, “never better!”, beaming from the great fuck that just took place. Ready for more.

“Great, want to fuck me now? Chase is going to eat some brownies that you made for desert but he’ll be a minute.”

You definitely didn’t answer in a great tone when you told him “sure.” Your husband can’t help it…he’s not hung like Chase. “How do you want me?” You ask, you can’t help but sneak a peak to the kitchen, hoping Chase will be on his way back…

Your husband climbs on top and pushes his cock inside you. It slips right in. And not because you’re wet but because it’s so much smaller than your new master, the nigger.

You close your eyes as he takes you missionary. Feeling him balls deep and knowing it’s not deep enough. You don’t feel full. You can’t even pretend that it’s Chase. Your husband is doing what he does best. Using you to cum and giving you no pleasure. He finishes inside you after a few pumps.

He pulls out. Kisses you and says thanks before joining Chase in the kitchen for some brownies.