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You’re jerking him off. His cock wet from your throat and some cum is still dripping off his cock. He’s already hard again. God. His black cock is massive. It makes your hands look so small. He’s so thick. Thicker than your wrist and about 7 inches long. Way bigger than your husband. You’re in a trance as you stroke his cock. You’re beginning to feel horny… against your better judgement. His cock is so hot in your hands. Perfect temperature for your pussy…

You don’t resist as he graps your head and makes you lick his balls his cock slapping your face. The dynamic is clear. He’s in control. He’s in charge. This man owns my body. I’m just his toy to be used.

God. These thoughts are so bad. Your husband would have cum already but this man is still so hard. When will he cum so he can leave

“You know I’m gon fuck you, right slut?” The man groans.

You don’t say anything but continue to stroke. Maybe you can get him to cum. You look at your husband. He’s hard. The tent is obvious even with him wearing pants. Harder than you have seen him in years. Your sex life has been so lackluster the last few years.

“I said, you know I’m gon fuck you, right slut?” The man says again as he grips me by the root of my hair and makes me look at him.

You let out a squeal of surprise followed by “Yes sir.” Your response is shaky. You steal a glance at your husband. His cock is in his hand. He’s stroking watching you get controlled by the black intruder. He grunts as he cums on the floor. He’s not a man. Just a cuck. And that’s okay. You still love him.

“Bend over your husband.” The black man instructs. You do as you’re told. Your bare ass and pussy visible to the intruder. You look at your husband. Unspoken communication. Unspoken acceptance. Your ass get smacked and you put your head down into your husband’s lap. You’re excited.

Amanda POV:

Feeling the tension in the room with my heart rate still pounding. Seeing my husband finish and that he’s excited at this encounter brings a little shame and anger to my mind. Even with my flower excited as my body betrays my thoughts. I do as I’m told swallowing hard.

Bringing my face down on my husband‘s groin as I feel a little witness on the side of my cheek, a slight groan, knowing where it came from. “ I’m sorry.” a faint whisper and tone to my husband. As my intimate area is exposed. As soon as I feel too large hands, gripping my waist, my mind starts racing a complete mix of excitement and horror.