Sex with Leoni

And then Friday finally arrived.

I had everything ready. The cameras were rolling in 4K, and the bedroom door was left slightly ajar, as agreed. My wife had removed every single hair from her face below her eyebrows—her skin glistened as if freshly waxed. She kissed me deeply and passionately as we said goodbye.

“I’m so looking forward to seeing you,” she whispered. “To you and Leonie… and to this role-play.”

The doorbell rang. Leonie was there.

I took the elevator down to the basement, as planned, and waited for her signal.

On my phone, I watched the live feed from the bedroom.

At first, just shadows. Then the two of them walked in. They hugged each other immediately, kissed hungrily, undressed each other. Leonie’s body was absolutely amazing—small, firm tits with dark nipples, a narrow waist, a plump, round ass, and a smooth, already slightly glistening pussy. My wife pulled her onto the bed, spread her legs, and licked her briefly before getting down on all fours herself.

Leonie set up the spreader bar between my wife’s thighs, securing it so she could no longer close her legs. Then she blindfolded her with a black cloth. My wife now lay there completely at their mercy—ass up, pussy open and inviting, tits hanging, nipples stiff.

Leonie began to play. She ran her fingers over my wife’s ass, spread her labia, and licked deeply through the wet slit. My wife moaned loudly.

I was just about to call the elevator up when it happened.

A brief jolt. Then silence.

The elevator was stuck. Between the basement and the ground floor.

“No… this can’t be happening,” I groaned and pounded on the wall.

Upstairs, everything continued as before. I watched it all live on my phone.

Just then, there was a knock at the apartment door.

The delivery man. The same tall, muscular Black guy from last time, wearing those shorts that were way too tight, in which his thick cock was already clearly visible again.

Leonie, still deep in role-play, called out cheerfully, “Oh my God, who’s there? We’re back here… come on in!”

The delivery guy opened the door, which was only ajar—and froze.

In front of him: Leonie naked, my wife tied up on all fours, blindfolded, pussy wet and open.

Leonie grinned lewdly and continued playing the part perfectly: “Oh no… the man caught us. We were so naughty… How can we ever make it up to him?”

The delivery man stood there as if struck by lightning, completely clueless as to what was going on. But Leonie immediately went over to him, massaging his cock through his shorts, which grew hard within seconds. She unzipped his pants and pulled it out.

A huge, thick, black cock. At least 23 centimeters, as thick as my wrist, with a plump, shiny glans.

Leonie knelt in front of him, took it deep into her mouth for a moment until it was really hard and dripping. Then she led him straight to the bed.

“Come on… take her as punishment,” she whispered to him.

The delivery man didn’t hesitate for a second. He positioned himself behind my bound wife, pressed the massive head of his cock against her wet pussy, and thrust himself completely inside her with one long, deep stroke.

My wife screamed loudly—a scream somewhere between shock and pure lust. The black cock stretched her brutally wide, disappearing all the way into her tight pussy. You could see her belly bulge slightly, that’s how deep it was inside her.

Then he started fucking her. Hard. Mercilessly. With long, deep thrusts that made her whole tits bounce. The slapping of skin against skin echoed through the bedroom. My wife moaned and screamed with every thrust; the spreader bar held her legs wide open; she could do nothing but take it all.

Leonie knelt down next to them, kissed my wife, kneaded her tits, and whispered dirty things in her ear. Whenever the delivery guy slowed down a bit or his cock got a little softer, Leonie pulled it out, sucked it deep and greedily until it was rock-hard again, and then shoved it back into my wife’s pussy.

Once she even climbed on top of him herself for a moment—rode that huge black cock deep and hard a few times until it was rock-hard again, then guided it back into my wife.

The fuck was getting more and more brutal. The delivery guy grabbed my wife by the hips, ramming himself into her as if he wanted to impale her. Her pussy was now red and swollen, thick strands of her own wetness running down her thighs. She came twice in a row, screaming loudly, her whole body trembling, while the black cock kept pounding into her.

Leonie made sure the whole time that he didn’t let up—sucking him, jerking him off, rubbing her tits against him, sucking on his balls until he was rock-hard again and kept fucking.

I sat in the stuck elevator, staring at my phone, unable to do anything. My own cock was finally hard—thanks to the new medication—but I couldn’t get off. I just watched as this stranger’s huge black cock fucked my bound wife, while Leonie kept preparing him for her over and over.

And it just kept getting hotter.

The delivery guy fucked my wife more and more brutally. Deep, hard thrusts that made her whole body jerk forward. Leonie knelt beside her, holding the spreader bar tight and whispering dirty things into my wife’s ear.

And then it happened.

Leonie looked straight into the camera (she knew exactly where it was) and spoke loud and clear, as if she were talking to me:

“Jan… baby… do you like what you’re seeing? Your wife is taking your big, hard cock so nicely right now. She’s so wet for you.”

She stroked my wife’s back and continued:

“Jan, has your wife actually told you where we met?”

My wife just moaned softly, still blindfolded and tied up.

Leonie smiled wickedly and continued speaking as she slowly pushed the black cock into my wife’s dripping pussy:

“We were in a class together for women who want to get pregnant. That’s where I met your wife. And for the past few weeks, we’ve been talking about nothing but this one Friday… Because she stopped taking the pill two months ago. And today is exactly when she’s most fertile.”

She pushed the huge cock even deeper into my wife and moved it slowly in and out.

“That’s exactly why we planned all this, Jan. If your hard, black cock penetrates her deeply now and you shoot a huge load of cum inside her again… then you’ll probably impregnate her today.”

Suddenly, the big black guy groaned deeply, rammed himself all the way into her one last time, and stayed there. His balls twitched. He pumped load after load of hot, thick cum directly into my wife’s womb.

“Fuuuuck…,” he gasped.

My wife screamed loudly as she felt herself being flooded from the inside. There was so much cum that it immediately oozed white and thick from her stretched-out cunt and ran down her thighs, even though his huge cock was still deep inside her.

Then he slowly pulled out. A gush of cum flowed out of her. His cock was now limp and glistening wet.

Leonie didn’t waste a second. She grabbed the heavy, black cock, took it deep into her mouth, sucked it clean, and worked it hard again. Within a minute, it was stiff and throbbing once more.

Leonie looked back into the camera, smiled sweetly, and said the sentence that made my blood run cold:

“So really give it your all, Jan… so that tonight we didn’t just have a hot threesome… but also finally conceive your child inside her.”

Then she grabbed the delivery guy by the hips and pushed him deep inside my wife again.

“Fuck her good. Get her pregnant.”

I sat in the stuck elevator, staring at my phone, unable to move.

My cock was rock hard. My heart was racing. And my head was completely blank.

The big black cock kept fucking her. Leonie laughed softly and urged him on again and again.

And my wife moaned loudly and lustfully with every thrust—completely unaware that the man inside her right now wasn’t me.