Fuck you too

Jamal and Nia arrived at the Gatlinburg chalet, a bit nervous but also excited for their first wife swap night. Jamal had convinced his wife to agree to the idea after much coaxing. He had promised her that his best friend Jeff would take good care of her while he enjoyed some time with Jeff's sexy blonde cheerleader wife Lucy.

As they pulled up the driveway, Jeff greeted them at the door with big smiles and a bear hug. "My man! I'm so stoked you could make it!" Jeff boomed, giving Jamal a hearty handshake. He then turned to Nia and planted a huge kiss on her cheek. "And look at you, girl! Damn Jamal, you're one lucky bastard!"

Nia blushed and gave a polite smile and hello. Meanwhile, Jamal's eyes were already locked on Lucy, who came prancing out in a tight red dress. The petite blonde was even more stunning in person. Her ample cleavage threatened to spill out of her low-cut neckline. Jamal licked his lips, his massive black cock already swelling in anticipation.

"I'll get the drinks going!" Jeff announced cheerfully. "You guys make yourselves comfortable." He gestured at the plush leather couches by the fireplace.

Jamal pulled Nia close, whispering in her ear. "See baby, I told you it would be fun. Just relax and enjoy it."

He walked over and plopped down next to Lucy, his muscular thighs spreading wide. Lucy giggled and sidled up to him, her soft skin brushing against his dark hands.

"Hi there," she purred, batting her long lashes. "I've heard so much about you, Jamal."

"All good things I hope," Jamal replied with a wink and a grin.

Nia sat stiffly on the couch across from them, sipping her drink. She eyed Jeff, who was rustling up snacks in the kitchen. The lanky white guy looked nothing like the well-hung studs she had expected.

Jeff came over and plopped down beside Nia, making the whole couch bounce. "So Nia, Jamal's told me a lot about you. You seem like one smart cookie."

Nia **** a smile. "Thanks, I guess I do okay for a lawyer," she replied dryly.

Under the coffee table, Lucy's manicured hand crept up Jamal's thigh, her pink nails digging into his groin. Jamal let out a suppressed grunt. Sweat began beading on his brow as her fingers danced closer to his crotch.

Suddenly, Lucy stood up, downing the rest of her drink. "Who's ready for round two?" she announced.

"I definitely am," Jamal said, his voice deep and lusty. He stood, towering over the petite blonde. Lucy took his large hand and began leading him up the stairs.

Jeff and Nia were left alone. An awkward silence hung in the air. Nia shifted, her red teddy riding up to expose more of her thick thighs.

"So...Nia..." Jeff began uncertainly. "I gotta say, you're even more beautiful than I expected. Jamal's a lucky guy."

Nia smiled politely but didn't reply. Jeff seemed nice enough, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed. He was no Jamal, with his perfect chocolate skin, bulging biceps and of course, that big beautiful black cock she knew so well.

Jeff stood up and moved closer to Nia. His eyes were hungry as they roved over her voluptuous body. "You're so fine, girl. I just wanna...I wanna worship you," he growled.

Nia felt her cheeks flush. She bit her plump lower lip. "Then why don't you?" she breathed.

Jeff moved in closer until he was kneeling between her thick thighs. One of his hands reached out to caress her soft skin.

Just then, a loud feminine moan echoed from upstairs, followed by a masculine groan. Nia and Jeff both froze, looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh my god, Jamal!" Lucy's voice rang out. "You're so big! I can't believe it's all fitting inside me!"

Nia felt a pang of jealousy. She knew Jamal's magnificent cock all too well. The way it felt stretching her open, hitting the deepest parts of her. She bit back a whimper.

Downstairs, Jeff slid Nia's teddy up to her hips. His hands cupped her thick ass, kneading the plump flesh. "God, you have an amazing body," he mumbled.

Nia closed her eyes, trying to get into it. But Jeff's touch just felt...wrong. Too soft, too unconfident. She knew she needed more.

From upstairs, the rhythmic slap slap slap of flesh on flesh grew louder. Jamal's deep voice rumbled something filthy. Lucy let out a wail.

Nia couldn't take it anymore. She stood up abruptly. "I'm sorry Jeff, I can't," she said, gathering her clothes. Ignoring his confused protests, she marched up the stairs, her round ass jiggling with each step.

She burst into the room to find Lucy bent over the bed, big tits swaying, her tight cunt stretched obscenely around Jamal's girthy black pole. Sadness and arousal warred inside Nia. She felt like crying but also desperately wanted to join them.

As if sensing her, Jamal turned his head and caught her eye. His gaze was hungry, predatory. He reached out a large hand and beckoned her over. "Nia, baby...come here. I need you."

Nia rushed to the bed, crawling over to straddle Jamal's muscular thighs. She crashed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. "I'm sorry Jamal. I couldn't do it. Jeff wasn't...you."

Jamal just grunted and kissed her back fiercely, his hands groping her ass. Lucy looked over her shoulder. "Mmm, don't mind me! I love a threesome," she giggled.

Downstairs, Jeff wandered into the kitchen in a daze. He poured himself another drink and collapsed at the table. He couldn't stop staring at the bulge barely contained by his boxers. 4 inches. Pitiful. Useless.

He thought of Nia's disappointed face, the way she had rejected him. He couldn't blame her. No woman wanted a guy with a tiny white pecker. Especially not next to a stud like Jamal.

Jeff downed his glass and stood up. He stalked to the front door, grabbing his coat. He needed out of here. Out of this whole embarrassing situation.

As he stomped down the porch steps, he heard it. A feminine moan followed by a masculine groan. Then a rhythmic slap slap slap. Jeff froze. He knew those sounds, and that tone of pleasure.

Lucy. His own wife, moaning like a whore. Upstairs with Jamal and Nia. Doing god knows what.

Jeff's stomach twisted with nausea. He felt like he might vomit. He had known this was a bad idea. Now his worst fears were confirmed.

He **** himself to keep moving, his legs taking him to the car almost of their own accord. He collapsed behind the wheel, staring blankly ahead.

As he turned the key in the ignition, Jeff finally let the tears come. They streamed down his face, dripping off his chin. He was a failure. A loser. And now, he didn't even have his wife anymore.