Leslie sends Craig a message

Craig was at home having a drink and smoking a cigar by the fire pit at there house. Craig was taking a sip of his drink when his phone buzzed, it was from Leslie it was a video with a message that said “I hope you enjoy honey.”

Craig smiled as he read the message before he hit play, he wondered what his hot wife had done today as hit play. Craig fast forward the video and stopped it when Leslie got on her knees to suck Marcus’s fat black cock. Craig could feel his in cock started to harden as he watched his wife unzip Marcus pant freeing his huge fat black cock. He watched as he started to rub his cock through his pants as Leslie’s wrapped her hands around Marcus fat thick black cock.

Craig groaned softly as he unzipped his pants, freeing his stiffening cock into his palm. His fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly in time with Leslie’s bobbing head on the screen. Marcus’s thick black cock glistened with her saliva as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. Craig’s breath hitched as he watched Marcus’s hand tangle in Leslie’s hair, guiding her rhythm. His own grip tightened, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip of his cock as the video played on, every wet sound and moan sending heat pulsing through him.

Craig’s cock throbbed in his hand as he watched Leslie take Marcus deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft until her nose pressed against his dark skin. Damn, she knows how to suck cock, he thought, biting his lower lip as his strokes quickened. On screen, Marcus groaned, his hips rolling forward as Leslie hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard. Craig could almost feel the wet heat of her mouth himself, his own fingers slick with precum as he matched her rhythm. The firelight flickered across his flushed skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Leslie’s fingers dug into Marcus’s thighs, her tongue swirling around the swollen head before plunging back down.

Craig’s cock twitched in his palm, his thumb smearing the thick strands of precum leaking from his swollen head as the video shifted. Now Marcus had Leslie bent over her desk, her skirt hiked up around her waist, his massive black cock glistening at her entrance before he thrust deep inside her. Craig’s breath caught—her sharp cry of pleasure vibrated through the speakers, her fingers clawing at the desk as Marcus gripped her hips and fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes.

The firelight flickered across Craig’s flushed skin, his own strokes matching Marcus’s rhythm—tight, relentless, his fist gliding over his slick shaft.

Craig’s fingers tightened around his cock as Marcus’s deep voice rumbled through the phone’s speaker, "That’s right, take this big black cock, you fucking cum slut." Leslie’s moans grew louder, her back arching as Marcus gripped her hips and slammed into her harder, the desk creaking under their weight. Craig could see every detail—the way her fingers scrambled for purchase on the polished wood, the tremble in her thighs as Marcus’s thick shaft stretched her wide, the slick shine of her arousal coating his length with every brutal thrust.

His own strokes turned feverish, his palm gliding over his slick cockhead in time with Marcus’s punishing rhythm.

Craig’s breath came in ragged gasps as Leslie’s scream tore through the speakers—"Fuck, I’m cumming, Marcus!"—her body shuddering violently as Marcus’s thick cock pulsed inside her. Craig’s fist flew over his own aching length, his eyes locked on the screen where Marcus’s heavy balls tightened, drawing up against his shaft as his thrusts turned jagged, uncontrolled.

"Take it, baby," Marcus growled, his voice rough as his hips stuttered forward one last time. Craig could see the thick veins along Marcus’s cock bulge as he emptied himself deep inside Leslie, her tight white pussy milking every hot rope of cum from him.

Craig’s breath hitched as Marcus finally pulled back, his thick black cock glistening with Leslie’s juices as it slid free from her well-fucked pussy. The sight of her swollen lips, stretched and dripping, sent a jolt of heat straight to Craig’s throbbing cock. His hand moved faster, his fingers slick with precum as he watched Marcus’s softening length twitch against Leslie’s trembling thigh.

Leslie gasped, her body still shuddering from her climax, her fingers weakly gripping the desk as Marcus’s cum seeped from her well-used hole.

Craig’s hand froze around his cock, his entire body tensing as Leslie’s voice—real, not from the phone—cut through the heavy air. His head whipped around to see her leaning against the patio doorframe, her lips curled in that wicked smile he knew too well. The phone slipped from his other hand, the video still playing Marcus’s ragged groans muffled against the concrete.