Anne laughed at her husband. Raphael added:
“Jesus Christ, man. You’re jacking off to me fucking your wife?”
Then they both laughed. Raphael fucked her hard, making them both cum. Anne stood with cum streaming from her. She pinched her pussy lips together as best she could and stumbled into the bathroom to let the rest splatter into the toilet.
Raphael never left the bed. His softening was cock quite visible to Carl. Anne came back in the room and starting sucking Raphael clean. When she finished her clean up she had her cunt facing directly at Carl. Some remnants of Raphael’s seed trailed along her thigh. Anne sat up to speak to Carl.
“Well, you got to see your wife fucked black. Happy now?”
“Happy to get to see it. Not so happy that he actually fucked you.”
“You can’t have it both ways. Get used to it. If you don’t mind Raphael and I would like to be alone to take a shower. Maybe fuck again. You can sleep in a guest room. I have one made up for Raphael. He will be sleeping in here with me. There’s no reason for me to slip downstairs any more when I want properly fucked. I hope you like your little whores at work. That’s the pussy you’ll be getting from now on, not from me.”
Anne took Raphael’s hand to lead him to the shower. At the bathroom door she looked back to see her husband still watching.
“Why are you still here?”
“Uh, all my bathroom stuff is in there. My clothes are in the closet.”
“You can come up in the morning to get ready for work.”
Carl was sitting in the kitchen drinking a beer while thinking about what his wife and the black man must be doing in the master bedroom. The other women he had manipulated at work didn’t mean as much if he couldn’t give his own wife an occasional roll in the sheets. And, that black bastard had completely taken advantage of his good nature to fuck his wife. Carl could hear their voices as they came from the bedroom. They entered the kitchen complete naked.
Anne brushed by him, giving him kiss on the cheek and rubbing her nipples across his arm. She bent over to get two beers from low shelf in the refrigerator totally exposing her recently black fucked pussy. God Damn it. He had totally wrecked Anne’s cunt. It reminded him of his teenage years helping his uncle on his ranch. Herding from behind the cows looked almost like his wife’s fuck hole. When he would look at her in the future he would visualize her with a cow cunt where the once normal girl slit had been when he married her.
Raphael stood across the counter from Carl with his now limp but still huge black cock hanging down the front of him. Anne handed him a beer and stared across at her husband. Carl ran his eyes down her body noting the softness of her neck where he would kiss her in foreplay. Her tits were well formed and nice sized, but seeming a little larger than he remembered. The hickies were new. Her nipples looked a little chewed. Her stomach had a little bulge almost like a baby bump. That probably from making room for Raphael’s huge cock in her.
Anne moved to the end of the counter, her face just inches from Carl. She kissed him and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Carl wondered if she had sucked Raphael’s cock back in the bedroom. She tasted like toothpaste. She probably sucked him but brushed afterwards. Anne was persistent with her tongue. Carl found himself kissing kissing back at her, their tongues intertwined until Anne broke the kiss.