A morning surprise.

Your eyes flutter open to the rhythmic creak of the bedframe, the air thick with the wet slap of skin on skin and your wife's throaty moans echoing off the walls. The room smells of fresh sweat and that musky tang of arousal, pulling you from the haze of sleep. Blinking groggily, you turn your head, the oversized tee riding up your thighs as you shift, and there she is, your wife, arched on all fours, her ass high and cheeks spread wide while a towering black man drives into her from behind. His massive cock, thick as your wrist and veined like twisted ropes, plunges deep into her dripping pussy with each powerful thrust, stretching her lips around its girth, balls swinging heavy to smack against her clit.

She catches your gaze over her shoulder, her face flushed and lips parted in ecstasy, sweat beading on her forehead. 'Good morning, sexy,' she pants, voice husky from the pounding, grinding back to meet his hips as he grunts low. 'I got so horny last night after watching you get railed like the slut you are... needed a real man to take care of me. And you? You've always come up a bit short, if you know what I mean.' She winks, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight, even as her body jolts forward from another brutal slam that makes her tits bounce wildly. 'I think I like our new setup. I think I'll keep you just like this – all bimbo-fied and eager. I've ordered more pills already, to keep you as my good little fucktoy.'

The words hit you like a spark, igniting that submissive heat low in your belly despite the lingering soreness from last night. Your own body responds traitorously, nipples hardening under the thin fabric, pussy clenching around nothing as you watch his dark shaft disappear into her over and over, her juices coating him shiny and slick. He's relentless, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, pulling her onto him until she's gasping, her walls fluttering visibly around his invading length.

Just then, his rhythm stutters, a deep growl rumbles from his chest, muscles tensing as he buries himself to the hilt. His cock throbs visibly, pulsing as he unloads rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into her core, flooding her pussy until it overflows, creamy white leaking out around his base to dribble down her thighs in sticky rivulets. She cries out, pushing back to milk every drop, her own climax crashing through her in shudders that make the bed shake harder.

He pulls out with a wet pop, his spent dick still semi-hard and glistening with their mixed fluids, swinging free as he slaps it lightly against her ass. Your wife collapses forward onto the sheets, rolling onto her back with a satisfied sigh, legs splayed wide to expose the mess: her pussy gaping slightly, swollen and red, cum oozing from her folds in slow, pearly streams that pool beneath her. She props herself on her elbows, locking eyes with you again, her expression commanding and affectionate all at once. 'Now be a good girl and clean up this mess with your tongue.'

The invitation, no, the order, sends a thrill through you, your mouth watering at the sight, the bimbo haze making resistance impossible. You crawl over on hands and knees, the tee slipping off one shoulder to bare your breast, and settle between her thighs, inhaling the sharp scent of his seed mingled with her arousal. Your tongue darts out tentatively at first, lapping at the outer lips to gather the spilling cum, the salty-bitter taste coating your mouth as you swallow it down. She threads her fingers into your hair, guiding you closer, pressing your face into her heat. 'That's it, Sindi... lick Mommy clean. Show this stud how obedient my bimbo is.'

The man watches from the edge of the bed, stroking himself lazily back to life, his dark eyes hungry as you delve deeper, tongue swirling inside her to scoop out the thick loads, sucking gently on her clit to draw out more. Her hips buck lightly, moans starting up again, and you lose yourself in the task, ass wiggling instinctively in the air, ready for whatever comes next.