Kevin invites his black neighbour

“You did well, honey,” Shawna praised her husband. That was a promising start.”

Kevin smiled, his beaming face showing how proud he was with her appraisal. He couldn’t remember why he had passed out, but he had found his first big cock for his wife. And it was so easy! He was now eager to find another one and prove to her that he was the man of the house.

After his wife had swallowed the last bits of Mexican cum, which he had found on her chin and breasts, he carefully fed her with his fingers and placed in her little mouth those thick ropes of jizz, and she had asked him to make some breakfast for the two of them. The moment she asked this, she let out a little cum burp.

“Oops.” Shawna chuckled, “I guess I did have breakfast. Does my breath smell, honey?” And she leaned in towards her husband, opening her mouth real close to his face, breathing out, just like you do in the winter when you breathe against a cold window and the glass fogs up.

“Just a little bit," her husband replied while he sniffed the air. “I would say it is slightly sweet and musky.”

“I like it. This is the new me, honey. I won’t brush my teeth yet. Maybe I have some Mexican cum grains in between my teeth. Isn't that sexy?”

Keving could only nod; his wife was happy right now, and that was all that mattered to him. He stood up, saying he was going to make some eggs for them.

“Oh yes, eggs are good. Can you make mine Mexican? With some onions and chili? That would be so suitable today, don’t you think so, babe?”

“OK.” He answered and went into the kitchen.

Shawna daydreamed a little, but she was not satisfied. Far from that. Her itching opening needed some good drilling, and she decided that after breakfast she would send him out for a cock hunt. And she wanted quick cock. So perhaps he should go and find this gym guy he mentioned. Or simply go to the gym and check out those cocks in the shared showers. Betting that her husband would find that one specific guy was a bit risky, she thought. No, perhaps he would find other suitable phalluses for her by simply showering.

Keving brought out their food, and Shawna praised him again. Saying that his eggs tasted yummy. Which was funny, because she had never licked his balls. She was enjoying her “second breakfast"; she mentioned to her husband what she would really like him to do for her today. He was all ears, wanting to demonstrate to his lovely wife that he could fulfill any task she asked him.

“Why don’t you go work out at the gym a little and bring me a big cock I can lunch on?”

“Again?”

“I am sure you will do even better next time, my love.” Gently encouraging him. “I mean, it was just a blowjob, right? You promised me a fuck, and I am sure you can find me a good big one.”

“OK.” He replied, a bit upset. The idea of having to talk to a strange guy freely offering him his wife was hard to swallow. He let his head down, and Shawna saw this, quickly cheering him up.

"Come on, Kevin, only you mean something to me! Where would I be without you?”

“Oh look,” Shawna excitedly said to her husband, "Tom, our neighbor came back from his vacation!”

Kevin looked, and he saw Tom driving up his driveway. He was a big, retired Black NFL player, and even if he didn’t work out so much anymore, he still had a great body. Kevin remembered having seen him last month without a t-shirt as he was watering the plants in his front garden, and to be honest, he still looked like a pro athlete. Not an ounce of fat to be found anywhere. Lost in thoughts, he also remembered last year, at their pool party, Kevin had seen what a big package he was carrying in those tight swim trunks of his. Thank God Shawna had forgotten all about this.

“Kevin?”

Kevin heard his name being called but was still thinking how all the wives at that pool party drooled all over Tom as they saw what he saw. For sure he must have received some cell numbers that day from those wives. Perhaps from all?

“Kevin!” Shawna shouted, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Eh, yes, what?” he muttered.

“Call Tom for me, please.”

“Now?”

“Kevin, please,” Shawna whispered, “think for once of me.”

“Ok, I will. You want him over here?”

“Yes, go fetch him and invite him over.”

“Here?”

“Yes, Kevin. Here.

Kevin sighed silently, embarrassed of his next task. His gut felt already what was about to happen, and in the worst case it would be that Tom would be fucking his wife. He didn’t think she wanted to suck a second guy and again not get fucked. He knew his wife all too well. No, this time, his wife wanted a big cock in her pussy, and Tom was the proper real man to do it. And he knew he would have to endure his wife screaming Tom's name over and over as she was cumming on his black cock.

Kevin let his head hang down and walked over the sidewalk towards Tom's place. As he looked up, he saw Tom carrying some suitcases into his house. The moment Kevin reached his gate, Tom came out again, and he smiled at him. "How are you doing, Kev?” He joyfully asked, walking towards him, at the same time thinking what a loser Kevin was and still wondering, since day one, how he got Shawna to marry him.

“Hey Tom.” Kevin spoke softly, “Why don’t you come over for a moment?"

“What for?”

“My wife wants to see you.”

Tom's cock twitched involuntarily when he heard those words. What was this all about? She could have come herself, right? Did she want something from him?

“Sure.” He casually answered, closing the trunk door of his car.

They both walked over to where Shawna was sitting on the daybed.

“Have a seat, Tom.” Shawna said, tapping with her hand on the daybed next to her. “Kevin, you stay right there.” She ordered him, as he was standing behind Tom, on the porch steps.

Tom sat next to her and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. He could smell her lovely perfume; it was spicy, slightly sweet, and utterly enticing. He felt his cock stir again by merely smelling her!

Shawna smiled at him and held out a piece of paper with a written note on it to Kevin. "Kev, can you read this aloud for me to Tom?” she purred, and she kept looking at Tom with a sultry look. Tom could see Kev's wife press with both her stretched arms her big breasts together, making them stand out in the sexy top she was wearing.

As her husband opened the written note and read it, he blushed heavily. The first thing he did was look down at his feet, his humiliation growing by the minute. She couldn’t be serious asking him to say this aloud to Tom! But instead of a real man's anger, he felt beaten and felt more like being a servile maid to his wife, but much worse than before with José, their gardener. With José, Shawna did all the work, as he was in the kitchen. This time there was no escape, and his wife would be watching him. He felt horrible but cleared his throat first before looking up at Tom.

Tom was looking at him, expectant. His instinct was that something good was about to happen to him, and he was paying full attention, not wanting to miss a single word Kevin was about to say.

“Eh, yes, eh, Tom?” Shawna’s husband started; my wife wants me to ask you…”

"That's wrong, honey," Shawna intervened. ”Tell it just like I want you to tell it to Tom. I know you can do it, honey. Show me that you are my man.” She cooed and she kept her eyes locked with Tom's.

“Mh, OK. Eh, yes," Kevin stuttered, taking a deep breath first.

“Tom,” gathering all his courage and looked at him, “Could you please fuck my wife?”

“You want me to fuck your wife, Kev?” Tom asked, teasing him. “How should I fuck her, Kevin?”

Keving nervously looked at Shawna, but she nodded, encouraging him. “Go on, honey, you can do this!”

“Mh, eh, well yes,” Keving said, looking at the note again his caring wife wrote for him so he wouldn't get lost.

“My wife wants a thorough fucking, Tom.”

“Honey?” Shawna whispered; Did I write it like that?”

“Mh, no.”

“Please ask Tom just as I wrote it, dear.”

“Tom, could you please fuck my wife thoroughly for me?”

"Sure, Kevie, anytime," Tom chuckled. “Any particulars I should know when she opens her married cunt for me?”

“Yes, she wrote a couple of things here.”

“Such as?”

“We don’t have condoms. Would that be a problem for you?”

“Not at all, Kevin. I will, just for you, fuck your wife bareback.”

“And she wants me to take photos when you penetrate her for the first time. She'd like to start a photo album.”

“Excellent idea, Kev. I will plow your bride extra slow in the beginning so you can take some good shots.”

Tom turned, looking at Shawna again, and told her to undress.

“Right here?” Playing the innocent.

“Right here, little slut.”

“Oh.” Shawna softly cried from arousal; he is going to take me right here for every neighbor to enjoy, she thought, but for my husband. Highly aroused, she dropped her dress. Her big-titted bra was still lying around somewhere, and her panties were gone too.

“Honey, get your camara.” His wife told him, at the same time lifting her top over her braless 32D (70D) tits, making them flop out into plain view.

Shawna noticed Tom's arousal and she saw his cock's outline grow to the size she was hoping for. Her husband came back with his cell phone and got his first task right away.

“You see that, honey?” She asked him as she was caressing Tom's monster cock. “Take a pic of that, please.”

Kevin nodded, taking out his cell.

“You see that cock, honey? Isn’t it pretty?” Shawna asked her husband.

Kevin didn’t answer.

“Look, I think it is even bigger than José's, don’t you think so too?”

Silence.

"C'mon, honey, at least give me your opinion about his cock, won’t you?”

“Eh, yes. Eh, it is big," Kevin finally answered.

“Say it directly to Tom, would you be so kind? Be my good husband and reassure Tom that his cock is big and that your wife is eager to get raped by it.”

“Eh, Tom, I think you have a big cock.”

“Thank you, Kevin, glad you like my cock.” Tom replied with an arrogant tone in his voice.

“C’mon, Honey, what else can you say to Tom about his big cock?” Shawna teased. “Help him out.”

“Eh, it is thick too, Tom. Very thick.”

“Good job, honey!” Shawna praised him. “You see now? It isn’t so hard to get me big cocks. Well done, Kevin.”

Kevin felt good whenever his wife praised him. Even if she was about to be let go, her married cunt gets filled with Tom's kind, neighborly cum.

“Now Tom, I had a little mishap this morning.” Shawna apologized, “Would you mind if you fucked me first and I sucked you later?”

“I can make an exception for you.” Tom grinned.

“Oh Tom! You are such a gentleman in taking my married cunt first!” Shawna thanks him. "Here, let me get my pussy ready for you.” And she quickly knelt on the daybed, on all fours, making sure she invitingly wiggled her ass for Tom, hoping for a quick penetration. Her own husband was always so slow in understanding what a moist pussy means. And wants.

Tom didn’t wait for any green traffic lights, undressed in the same amount of time as Shawna, his precum dripping cock throbbing from eagerness. He walked up behind Shawna, inviting her, and roughly pushed his thick knob against her entrance.

“Oh, Tom!” Shawna purred, “You waste no time, don’t you?”

Tom didn’t answer but pushed harder, his purple helmet sinking in between Shawna's labia, spreading them apart the deeper he pushed. Shawna let out a long moan as he sank his cock inside her, his cockhead now invading her cheating birth tunnel. With some more pushing and pulling back, he finally managed to impale her balls deep. He felt the soft, stubborn wall of her cervix protesting each time he pushed deep inside her. Each time he hit it, Shawna let out an animalistic groan, urging him to fuck her harder. Which he did.

Kevin couldn’t bear any more watching his wife getting fucked so well by Tom and his alpha cock and stood up, walking towards the main entrance of the house. Before he could enter their house, he heard his wife call him.

“Oh, honey?” Shawna managed to say, in between her involuntarily grunts, “Could you bring Tom a beer afterwards? He will be bone dry once I finish with him.”

“Eh, yes, OK.”

Roughly hald an hour later, he took a peek through the open kitchen window and witnessed how Tom's fat cock was still pistoning his wife's cunt, fucking her hard and deep. He wished he could do that. His wife, Shawna, had to hold herself to prevent being fucked off the daybed from the ramming her cunt was getting. She had her eyes closed, simply lost in a bliss of sexual ecstasy. He could see her big tits swing back and forth with each shove, her hard nipples almost scraping the daybed.

Kevin dutifully waited in the kitchen, listening through that open window until the grunting and moaning noises on the porch died out. He didn’t hear anything anymore after Shawna cried Tom's name, and if she was finished, he had to clean her legs, just as she had told him this morning. He hated it.

Right then, she called him, and he obeyed, quickly joining them on the porch and bringing Tom his beer.

“You did well, honey." His wife praised him right after Tom pulled his flaccid black cock out of her gaping cunt, leaving a thick trail of white cream dripping out of her.

To be continued.