His wife looked a little startled at the
suggestion, glancing around the room before
fixating on the open windows. But the man simply
drew the curtains shut before coming to stand
before her. "You got a problem with right here?" he
asked challengingly. "Or maybe you don't want to
meet Lord Bower again?"
Lord who? Who the heck was Lord Bower? He couldn't
begin to guess, but the thought of missing out had
a distinct effect on Debbi, who quickly nodded her
head and moved closer to the man. Seeing them so
close together, Brian was struck by the huge
difference in their size and demeanor. Deb stood
just five-seven barefoot, putting the man next to
her at about six-three. While Deb's trim frame
weighed in around 130 pounds, he'd be in the 220
range. And where Debbi's 35-27-37 body was lush
curves and creamy soft skin, he looked to be all
solid muscle covered in slick ebony.
As Deb approached, the man pulled her tight to him,
one hand tangling in her long hair while the other
reached down to squeeze her ass. To Brian's
continued surprise, his wife responded just as
ardently, twining her arms around him and pressing
her forehead against his wide, hard chest.
Obviously the two had some sort of a transaction
going on, and Brian was just beginning to believe
what his gut had already told him. With a simple
bump against her, the man nudged her head back so
he could stare with naked hunger down at the firm
flesh stretching her shirt out. Pulling her
shoulders back, she thrust her breasts hard against
his chest. In that simple gesture Brian confirmed
what he already knew; Debbi was giving herself to
the man before her. A man who looked strong enough
to rip her apart.
"Uh-uh, don't think you can jes' get Lord Bowler
like you was my ho," he said roughly, pushing her
away. Lord Bowler? The name reminded Brian of a
character on a Western TV show. That man had been
big and black too, but he didn't look anything like
the guy before him.
Whoever or whatever Lord Bowler was, the threat of
not getting it had an immediate effect on Debbi,
who stepped back contritely and waited for
instructions. Evidently satisfied with her
attitude, the man now instructed, "Tha's better.
Now let's see those fine tits of yours again."
Again? That was the second time he'd used that
word. Had they done this before? Without hesitation
Debbi began unbuttoning her blouse, stopping
immediately when the man made a negative sound.
Then, as if remembering a past instruction, she
hooked her fingers under the shirt and lifted it
over her head, snagging and removing her bra on the
way up, and leaving her breasts exposed and bobbing
from the effort. The man leered as he bent forward
and grabbed a boob in each hand, pawing and
twisting them as she stood patiently still. His
huge black hands nearly covered each tit, despite
the fact that she measured a solid C-cup. Bending
awkwardly, he sucked one and then the other nipple
deep into his mouth, his attention leaving her nips
wet and hard as rocks. Brian couldn't help but
remember his earlier fantasy, where he'd wrapped
his own lips around those tasty, hard nuggets. He
felt a tightness in his pants, and realized that
he'd have to reach inside his shorts to rearrange
his rapidly inflating cock. The tableau before him
was quickly becoming disconnected from reality. And
he was getting turned on but good!
Pawing her frantically, the man pushed Debbi back
onto the couch. Were they going to fuck right
there, in the way Brian had so recently fantasized
about taking his wife? The man appeared to have
more self-control. Continuing to assault Deb's tits
with his hands, he raised his lips to hers and
proceeded to heavily and heartily French kiss her
eager mouth, pausing only to gaze at her lust-
filled face before pressing down on her again.
Eventually he tired of such tenderness, though, and
physically pushed her onto the floor, gazing down
on her with a superior look on his face.
"Dance for me bitch," he ordered. "Let's see you
shake your white meat for me."
Brian watched in mesmerized wonder at the spectacle
of his wife dancing seductively for another man.
Grinding away to a song only she could hear, she
ran her fingers up and down her body, softly
rubbing her tits, pinching her nipples, and
caressing her ass through the jeans she still wore.
Though her back was to him, he could imagine the
look of lust that filled her face. She'd looked at
him the same way many times, and when she got that
turned on it had always ended with an explosive and
earth-shattering fuck. With the flick of his finger
the man instructed Debbi to remove her pants.
Turning away from the man, and fortuitously toward
him, Brian watched her hands shake as she unsnapped
her jeans. He thought it ironic that he would get
the first glance at her snatch, while the man would
get to enjoy all that came afterwards. Brian's
breath quickened as his wife bent over at the waist
to pull down her jeans, her tits dangling below
herŠengorged and swaying seductively. No matter
what happened after that, Brian thought he would
always remember the image of his wife unknowingly
bowing toward him, her tits dangling and her ass
pointed into the face of another man..