northern edge of tony Woodridge Estates. A
contemporary with cathedral ceilings and an open
floor plan, it was one of the few homes with dual
entrances, front and rear. The front entrance led
to the regular street, which twisted and turned
every which way before emptying onto the main
thoroughfare. In the back, though, a short access
road led directly to the highway. Brian parked his
car here and trotted to the rear of his home,
entering through the patio doors off the family
room. Keeping quiet, but not conspicuously so, he
turned left into his home office, closing the twin
French doors behind him. They'd installed the doors
to shut off the noise from the family room, though
their plan had been only partially successful He
could still see and hear everything that went on,
but the muffled volume made it easier to ignore.
As the computer warmed up, Brian reviewed his
hastily assembled plans. First, e-mail his files to
the office, and download them to a disk as a safety
precaution. Then he'd hide out for a few minutes in
the hopes that Deb would come wandering through.
Pausing to fantasize about this part of the plan,
he pictured himself jumping out to surprise her,
enjoying the startled look on her face. He saw
himself steadying her with his hands on her
shoulders, then drawing her close for a kiss. She'd
resist for a moment and then part her lips for his
tongue, which he'd thrust inside as a preview of
what was to come. Then maybe he'd slip his hand
inside her shirt and palm her breast, or go
straight for the motherlode and squeeze her pussy
through her pants. They'd collapse down on the
couch, she shedding her jeans while he pulled open
her blouse, his mouth finding each nipple and
leaving it wet and erect. She'd undo his belt and
open his pants, pulling his hard dick from inside
his boxers. Unable to control his lust, he'd simply
crush down on top of her, pulling her panties aside
before splitting her cunt lips with his hard rod.
He'd go slow at first, enjoying the feel of her
rapidly warming hole, then speed up his strokes,
her panties adding friction even as her passage
constricted around his cock. When he finally came
it would be deep inside her, though he'd probably
still have to change because the smell of fresh sex
would cling to his clothing.
Movement in the family room startled him out of his
reverie, and he poised himself to spring out the
door. He stopped, though, when he heard the sound
of Deb's voice answered by another voice. A man's
voice. He didn't recognize it, and saw why when the
man followed Deb into the room. Big, black and
muscular, he moved with an athlete's grace that set
him apart from the more corporate and refined black
men that lived in the subdivision. While he didn't
recognize the man, he recognized the look in his
eyes: intense, feral and predatory. Brian again
tensed to spring out, this time in defense of his
wife. But again he stopped before turning the knob,
now even more confused by what he was seeing and
hearing.
"Where you goin', bitch?" the man barked at Deb,
his voice lazy and sharp at the same time. Watching
him closely, Brian noticed that he didn't have the
demeanor of a man who'd forced himself into a home
with the intent to do harm. Rather, he acted
confident and at home. Still, his wife's answer
shocked him.
"I thoughtŠ.I thought we'd go to theŠto the
bedroom," she answered meekly, turning back to him
without meeting his eyes.
"Nah," he answered. "The bed's for your old man. He
can have it. We'll take care of our business right
here."
Brian couldn't believe what he'd just heard. The
bedroom? His wife, his happy wife, had just
suggested that this man should join her in their
bedroom. His wife. Another man. The bedroom. His
brain was having trouble putting the concepts
together. He should burst out and put a stop to it.
He should yell at the man to leave and demand an
explanation from his wife. He should summon up all
his anger and let it out at the two of them. He
shouldŠ Brian blinked and let his hand fall from
the knob. Why didn't he have any anger boiling up
in him? Why was the need to see what would happen
stronger than the impulse to put an end to it? And
why was he so calmly looking for a place where he
could observe his wife and the man without being
seen?
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.
Pulling both her jeans and panties off, she quickly
stepped out of them and turned to face the man, her
beautiful white body completely exposed to him.
From the wide grin splitting his face, Brian could
tell that the man was very pleased by what he saw.
Not many men wouldn't be, especially when faced
with a voluptuous woman flushed and panting with
desire. When she got this aroused, Debbi sometimes
reminded Brian of the goddess Venus, rising nude to
share the pleasures of her flesh with some lucky
mortal. Until today, Brian had believed that he
alone had access to those pleasures.
"You're one mighty fine piece of white meat," the
man commented, raping her with his eyes. "Why don't
you show Lord Bore how much you want him?"
Lord Bore? Brian continued to puzzle over the
phrase as he watched his wife fall to her knees and
hurriedly unsnap the man's jeans. Tugging
frantically, she pulled his pants to the ground and
untangled them from his feet while he fought to
keep his balance. Moving back up to his waistline,
she quickly pulled his shorts down without her eyes
ever leaving his crotch. For a moment her head
blocked Brian's view, but when she finally moved to
the side, it was all he could do to stifle his
gasp. The man had the biggest dick he'd ever seen
outside of a porno flick. Though only partially
erect, it looked to measure at least eight inches.
Brian guessed that fully stiff it might reach ten
inches, with the thickness of a good-sized
cucumber.
As Debbi licked her lips and hungrily eyed the
monster swaying in front of her, Brian couldn't
help but imagine what it might feel like for her to
have it inside her, stretching her pussy to its
limits. Now he understood the little doubt that'd
been nagging at him. It all added up. The playful
comments from his wife regarding his 'average'
size. Her new interest in experimenting with sex
toys. And the reason she'd been suggesting new
positions that allowed him to penetrate her deeper
than ever before. Evidently, though, all that
hadn't satisfied her need. Because she looked as
though she'd do literally anything to get that
massive piece of meat inside her.
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