share and share alike

"Just remember what we agreed when we wed, honey..share and share alike," Bonnie drawled in her Southern accent. I watched as the gorgeous black woman leaned into the man at her side and ran her hand along the nearby leg of his silky black basketball shorts.

Bonnie turned her big brown eyes to my wife. "Sugar, why don't you kneel down here and take a look for yourself!" The petite woman curled a coffee-colored finger in one of the front belt loops of Lisa's frayed denim cutoffs and pulled her in front of her man. She then tugged down on the loop to encourage her to drop to her knees.

I watched as Lisa did so. My half-dressed wife was on her knees on our living room carpet, between the long legs of this dark-skinned African-American we had just met moments earlier. I felt my cock lurch in my shorts as I saw her reach up to Klyde's shorts' waistband.

"I've never done anything like this before. Are you sure it's alright?" my wife asked to no one in particular. Not hearing any sounds of discontent, she started to pull our new neighbor's shorts down toward her.

As I watched, I wondered if my wife was as surprised as I was that Klyde didn't have a big tent in the front of his shorts by now.

As Lisa continued to pull the material slowly down, I discovered why. Klyde had on some clingy Calvin Klein Y-fronts that reached to mid-thigh underneath his shorts.

I saw my wife's eyes grow large as the shorts puddled at Klyde's big feet. She noticed the log that lay along one of the legs of his underwear.

"Go ahead, Lisa. Pull his Calvins down. It won't bite. But it may spit!" Bonnie laughed lightly as she got up from the loveseat. "Klyde likes a hot mouth on his big cock!"

Big was an understatement. My wife had just rolled down the underwear to unveil a gleaming black log of cockflesh that had to be over a foot long. She looked back at me as I stood watching behind her. I just gave her a slight nod of consent.

Bonnie came up beside me and snaked an arm around me. "Lisa looks hot like that, doesn't she, Steve?" she asked as we both watched her grasp the black cock that was as big around as her wrist and begin to lick the the flesh with her eager tongue.

"It doesn't feel like you've been left wanting in that department, either!" Bonnie said with a gleaming smile as she caressed my hard cock throgh my old running shorts. "And your cum tastes so yummy, too! I think, while Lisa's busy, I'm going to go back for seconds!" the beguiling black woman said, looking over her shoulder at me as she dropped to her knees behind my wife's outthrust ass.

I could do nothing but stand transfixed as this woman pulled aside the scrap of crotchband that remained on my wife's cutoffs and began to suck my cum out of Lisa's well-fucked gash.

As I watched the scene before me unfold, I couldn't help but notice the gyrating thrusts of Bonnie's high round ass as it swayed before me as she tongue-fucked my wife.

"Some ass, ain't it, Steve?" Klyde managed to rasp as my wife started to suckle the plum-sized head of his cock. "It's tighter than anything you've ever felt, man. Go and get yourself some!" he smiled as he lay back in my loveseat's cushions to watch my wife try to take as much of his monstercock in her mouth as she could.

I was incredulous. An invitation to fuck one of the finest asses I'd ever beheld! I immediately stepped forward and managed to undo the stud of the tight designer jean microshorts Bonnie wore. I used the woman's gyrating hips to my advantage, slowly working them off that luscious ghetto booty. Leaving them hobbling her at mid-thigh, I dropped to my knees and pulled my shorts down. Lubrication would be no problem. My cock was drooling precum in anticipation of what was before it.

I corkscrewed my steely cock between Bonnie's bare cheeks. That ass looked just as good unclothed. I pulled the round buns apart to find her little asshole. Finding the target, I pressed into her little hole until I was buried to my balls. I then began driving back and forth inside her bowels.

My forward lunges pushed Bonnie further into my wife's open-petaled twat, which in turn impaled Lisa further on Klyde's cockpole, her throat swelling with the manmeat as she struggled to deepthroat as much as she could.

"Oh, hold on, wait!" Klyde managed to gasp.