Not quite as expected

Mr. Russell leads me towards the balcony, but before stepping out, turns to you and says, "Boy, fix my date and I martinis, the bar is over there." He points in the direction of the bar. Next he turns to me, looks me up and down, smiling, then reaches out and pulls my skimpy dress off of me, tossing it over the back of a chair. Though I'm surprised by how forward he is, I offer no resistance. "Much better, girl, now come out and enjoy the view with me." He says, and I nod, stepping out onto his balcony in just my heels. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the way Mr. Russell has so easily taken charge of the situation. The power dynamic further enhanced by my lack of clothing, while he is still fully dressed. When we're both out on the balcony, he slowly spins me around, and I feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down appraisingly, and nodding his approval with a smile, his dark eyes piercing into me. He leads me to the edge, and wraps his muscular arms around me, his large, strong hands squeezing my ass as he kisses me, hard, taking possession of me.

And that's how you find us when you get out onto the balcony with the two martinis. Your beautiful trophy wife, naked except for her Louboutins, in the arms of this black man we've only met a short time ago. The two of us in a passionate embrace. Neither Mr. Russell nor I notice you until you clear your throat, both of us turning to look at you, I smile lustfully at you, my blue revealing a hunger you've never seen from me before. He motions you closer, and takes one glass, and I take the other, each of us taking a sip, "Not bad, boy, I may just have to take you on as my full-time butler." He says, as his free hand slips between my thighs, his thick fingers probing, exploring, feeling the intense heat and wetness of my pussy. He resumes kissing me, leaving you standing there, staring, mouth open wide as this man kisses and fingers me, your wife.

We spend the next several minutes kissing, his hands exploring my nude body, me surrendering to his touch, his will. Occasionally we pause and sip our drinks. Eventually though our drinks are finished, and he turns me so that my back is to you, and he is facing you. He looks over at you, "Be a good boy, and come over here to help me get my cock out." Both your eyes and mine widen in surprise. I would have happily done that for him, but him making you do it is somehow even hotter, the way he has so easily dominated the both of us, put us both in our place. I watch as you come over to us, and open up his pants, your hands shaking as you do. Then when you pull his massive cock out, your hand, while larger than mine, is still unable to fully wrap around the impressive girth of that beautiful black beast. I stare at it, longingly, aching to feel every inch of it inside of me.

I'm pulled out of my reverie when he directs back to your former position and grips me firmly, my ass in one hand, my upper back in the other. He raises me up off the ground easily, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he lowers my torso until my head hangs back, looking at you, my back arched. And as I stare at you, it happens. He lowers me down onto that divine phallus. My eyes rolling back in my head as I am impaled on it, feeling it **** me open wider than I'd ever been before. My arousal helping my body to accommodate his cock as it penetrates deeper into me. I moan loudly, panting as inch after inch is pushed into me, my eyes never leaving yours as this ebony titan takes me right in front of you. I don't need to ask if you're enjoying the show, even if I really cared about such a thing at this point in time, which I don't. The look of utter lust and desire on your face displays clearly how you feel.

As for how I feel, that should be obvious to you from not just the look on my face, or the noises escaping my mouth, but the way my hips are moving, rocking, gyrating, trying to take more of him into me as my legs squeeze tighter around his waist. I can barely handle it, but at the same time, I want all of it. And Mr. Russell is only too happy to oblige, as he pushes himself deeper into me, relentlessly, mercilessly. I feel the head of it pushing on my cervix, against it, pushing deeper as he forces my body to take all of him.

He lifts my torso up, and I rest my hands on his shoulders, beginning to raise and lower my body myself, fucking him, showing him how badly I want him. He turns so that we're sideways to you, affording you a better view, but I barely notice as my pussy convulses, squeezing that beast inside of me, having my first orgasm of the night. Mr. Russell looks into my eyes as I orgasm, and knows that he has conquered me, that at least for tonight, I am his. His to fuck, to use, to enjoy. Any way he wants. He aids me in our fucking, both hands gripping my ass, lifting me up and down. Neither of us give you even a glance, you're just a spectator, you couldn't stop this now even if you'd wanted to. So you stand there, watching as your wife is taken by another man, my wedding ring glistening in the lights of the city as my new lover has his way with me out on the balcony of his penthouse.