“Still, not a lot more that you taking that bedpost.”
“Yes, but this was real and it had a black man attached fucking it into me. I was surprised how many times he could cum in me.”
“How many times he could cum in you? You fucked him more than once?”
“Uh, yes. You were gone quite a while. I thought it was three times, but your wife said it was five. Now that I think about it, it probably was five times. All I remember for sure was for as sore as I was how good it felt each time he fed his cock up my twat. That’s why I left. I couldn’t believe I lost control like that. I had to have his cock in me. I left when I realized you should be home soon, yet I wanted to fuck him again, have his seed in me.”
“So, if I took you back you’d let him fuck you again?”
“Yes, I think I probably would. I would. I know I would. I’d want him to fuck me. I need his cock and his cum in me … again … and again.”
Carl made a choice. If she wanted black fucked she was going to get black fucked. It would be her husband’s problem, not his. He turned his truck towards home. Mandy was looking out the windshield, biting her lower lip. Her chest was heaving, her legs apart as if she wanted to waste no time or that they just would not go all the way together as she thought of fucking Raphael soon.
When they got home Raphael was trying to fuck Anne in the bedroom. From the conversation he may have worn himself out. Mandy was a little shocked as she thought she could just waltz into the house and slide under Raphael’s black cock and work it into her. Temporarily defeated she took Carl downstairs with her. She tried to get him to fuck her. Carl played it cool as he knew what she really had on her mind.
With her legs open Carl looked in at her cunt. It wasn’t a tight slit any more. Her inner and outer lips now protruded and inch or so. Her pussy was so fucked out on the inside the lips to her vagina were now outside having a look around. If they could see they would notice Carl slowly shaking his head.
Carl and Mandy lay in bed. Both went to sleep. When they awoke it was almost dark. Upstairs Anne and Raphael were resting, too. A few minutes later Carl ordered pizza. After eating and no mention of her intent Mandy was fucking Raphael again. The only good part about it was that Anne was pissed and wanted all the black cock for herself. It was a victory of sorts for Carl. Watching the young wife and the huge cock was surreal. It didn’t matter to Carl, but bothered Anne a lot to see Mandy banging the hell of the black man she wanted to be fucking her.
The whole weekend went like that. Monday afternoon Raphael and Anne dropped Mandy off near her car and let her pull her suitcase the rest of the way. Carl had already fucked Tanya at the office twice by then. Plans needed to be made. Tanya’s husband didn’t do much other than watch her fuck other men. Carl and Tanya had conceded that they loved each other and things needed to change.
A divorce was going to be tough for Carl because Anne would clean him out for her half and blow the money on Raphael or some other black guy with a big cock. Tanya was up to moving away and living together. Competitors had tried to buy Carl out in the past. Maybe that was the answer. Plans like that need time to gel. Tanya and Carl would fuck at the office. Anne would be figuring a way to keep Raphael to herself after the anger she felt from him fucking Mandy all weekend.