Two Jacks

Elizabeth came home with dinner one night to find Jack sharing a cigar and whiskey with a man of similar age. He looked as unkempt as Jack had looked when Elizabeth first found him, although his eyes were clear.

"Hey baby," Elizabeth said. "Who do we have here?"

"This is my friend, baby ... White Jack," Black Jack said. "He's celebrating one month free of ****."

"With a scotch and cigar?" Elizabeth asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Hey baby, it's like you said, you need a finer type of vice," Black Jack said. White Jack, meanwhile, was staring her down like she was his last meal.

***

White Jack joined them for dinner, and Elizabeth reluctantly allowed him to spend the night. Black Jack was frisky, and was soon sucking on Elizabeth's nipples.

"Fuck baby ... that feels so fucking good," Elizabeth whimpered.

"Mmm, you got ole Jack going tonight, being such a good host for Jack's friend," Jack murmured into her ear, kissing her deeply. He stripped her, placing her onto all fours, then slid his meaty black cock inside her.

"Oh Jack," Elizabeth whined. "Fuck me...fuck me with your baby growing inside me ... oh Jack!" She closed her eyes, orgasming on his cock. When she opened her eyes again, she saw White Jack, stark nude in front of her. She looked back at Black Jack, who was still pounding her.

"It's okay, baby," he said softly. With that, Elizabeth reluctantly opened her mouth, planting soft, wet kisses on White Jack's seven and a half inch pecker. It smelled rank, but oddly enough, the smell was no longer a deterrent. Soon, her lips were gliding up and down White Jack's rod, while Black Jack fucked her like a common whore.

"You are right, buddy," White Jack hissed. "She is something." He pulled out, jerking his cock wildly, coating Elizabeth's face in seed, while at the same time, Black Jack buried his cock balls deep inside her, filling her up with his cum.

Elizabeth curled up next to Black Jack, and didn't resist when White Jack climbed into bed on the other side of her.