New York

The photographer was black. There was a catch. He was sleeping with the other model. I could tell by how they looked at each other, how she smiled at the camera, exposed a little more of her cleavage than normal.

She was Venezuelan. Her name was Dolencia. She insisted I call her Dolly. She also had a very ample backside – one that was even juicier than mine.

The photoshoot ended, we stood there in our thongs, chatting idly. I saw her following the photographer with her eyes, making sure she knew where he was going.

I wanted his black cock in me, but it appears he was already claimed. I saw how he looked back at Dolly, grinning at her.

I played with my left hand, having left my wedding ring in my bag. None of them knew I was married, they never would.

I watched them, follow each other out. I grabbed my phone and snuck after them. They turned right down a hallway, I stayed not far behind.

Peeping around the corner, I saw them kiss, hold hands, trying to keep things secret. I’m assuming photographers sleeping with models was frowned upon at this agency.

They quickly ducked into an empty office. I tip toed down the hall. I stripped out of my thong and top, anticipating my next move. Creeping naked toward the office, I arrived. Luckily, the door was slightly cracked. I peeped in, watching them.

Dolly was on all fours on the desk. He was behind her, his face buried in her ass. I could see the pleasure on her face, how good it must felt to have this man lick her butt, no doubt sticking his tongue inside her. I wanted it. But what I wanted more was the massive black cock the photographer pulled out of his pants when he stepped back to undress. He let it rest on Dolly’s lower back. I made my move.

“Shit!” Dolly exclaimed. I ignored her, moving past her, straight to the photographer.

“What are you doing?” She cried.

“Taking this black cock. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” I winked at her. I grabbed his cock with both hands and brought it to my mouth.

“The first step. I’m a cheater now,” I thought. I engulfed his huge cock head, moaning and swirling my tongue all around it. It was delicious. I felt no guilt, no remorse.

Dolly watched me sucking his big dick in shock from the desk. I never had one so big and juicy before. Preston was nothing compared to this monster.

“Mmmm, yes,” I said. I stood before him, Darius, I think his name was. I wanted him inside me.

I turned around, stuck my butt out for him to take. I looked over my shoulder and told him to fuck me.

I nearly climaxed as soon as his, as the drunk cheater from the basketball game said, donkey dick entered me. He slid it right up against my cervix and slapped my ass several times.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Finally, pleasure I was missing out on. Serves me right marrying for money.

The desk creaked and cracked in the office, he slapped my ass several more times as he fucked my married pussy. Oh how good and bad it felt at the same time. Poor Dolly just watched. I told her I would make it up to her and I did later that night.

I came over and over in the ten minutes Darius took me from behind. He was so big, so filling.

He came inside me. My pussy shook around his shaft, milking his black cock of its cum.

He slid out of me, grabbed his clothes. I told him my hotel room number, and off he went. Dolly was standing there, mouth hanging open from shock, angry at me.

I was smiling, catching my breath, my body tingling. I was going to enjoy this; I was going to enjoy how easy it’d be to cheat on Preston. A black man in all the cities I traveled and worked in. I could really love this lifestyle.

It was only just the beginning.

I sat up on the desk, turning to Dolly. She was glaring at me for stealing her cock. I hopped off the table and lunged at her. She was taken by surprise when I quickly pushed her onto the table.

“What are you doing?” she screamed, trying to kick me. I managed to grab her feet and flip her over to her tummy. I pulled her along the desk, her feet on the floor.

I dove right in. My face went to her ass, and I resumed what Darius started. I slapped and licked and kissed all over her juicy ass.

“Still horny?” I asked.

“Uh huh!” she cried out.

“I told you I’d make it up to you,” I dove back in, cheating on Preston with a woman now, just for the hell of it.

The only slight guilt I felt was robbing her of the black cock. Making it up to her was the right thing to do.

I rubbed her clit with one hand, gripped her big ass cheek with the other, and licked out her asshole with my tongue.

She climaxed within minutes.

I gave her my hotel room number next.

Her, Darius, and I had a threesome that night in my room. It lasted until dawn. Our slick, sweaty bodies, collided with one another, rubbing all over each other on the bed. When he came he filled our mouths with his cum.

Dolly and I ended up in the shower that morning, making out. We were planning that evening. We’d go clubbing with Darius.