Recheck the room number. Yes, 238. Maybe he heard it wrong. Maybe Cal lied to him on purpose. Panic, panic, and more panic. Cell phone, yes. Call her cell phone. What if she doesn’t answer? He drops the phone on the carpet. Then starts to hit the speed dial number for her phone.
The door handle jiggles. The door opens. Taylor is standing there nude. The God Damned ugly Raiders jersey is on the floor.
“Hi, Sweetie. Where have you been? I thought you were right behind us.”
“Elevator!” He chokes out the word.
“We’re going to shower anyway. Look at what you let him do to me.”
Her pussy hadn’t tightened back a bit since Cal pulled his cock from her. Cum was seeping out of her and down both thighs. He thought about the guys leaving the elevator.
“Looked like the kind of cunt that would fuck a black guy.”
She did. She stood there swaying her hips side to side before even letting him in and closing the door. His wife looked like the kind of woman that would fuck black cock.
Logan could hear the shower water start. Both looked that direction.
“Coming, Babe?”
“Every chance I get!”
Taylor giggled, kissed her husband on the lips and went to join her black lover in the shower. Logan sat on the bed. Taylor kept making squealing and giggling sounds in the bathroom. Logan started pacing. Too long in there. Is he fucking her again?
The water stopped. The door opened and steam rolled out. Taylor stood by the bed to dry off and tossed her towel on the floor. Totally naked and ready to be fucked again she bounced backwards back on the bed, legs open, pussy exposed. Her husband had sat on a chair by the bed and Taylor had her cunt pointed directly at him.
“What do you think, Honey? What do you think of your wife’s little pussy now?” She teased.
With her husband showing some displeasure she dug in harder.
“How would you like to fuck me now? Cal put his seed so far up in me he said it may be up there the next time he fucks me. And, I don’t mean now or later tonight. I mean next week and the times after that.”
“You’re a bit of a whore. You know that don’t you. Taylor?” Logan spat out the words.
“And, a damned good one at that!” Cal was coming back into the room. “Not a lot of white chicks can take a black dick like Taylor can.”
“Well, you’re just jealous, Logan. So, fuck you!” Taylor almost spat the words at her husband.
“It’s not jealous. If you remember, you are my wife.”
By then Cal was between her thighs working his huge cock into her again. That shut both of them up with Taylor enjoying her insides bring jammed open and Logan stared silently as the black cock went into his wife again.
“So, this is the way it’s going to be?” Logan asked himself. “A Sunday afternoon to a football game outlines the rest of our lives, or will this be a one time thing and she’s over it?”
The action on the bed was showing that she probably wasn’t going to be over it. Cal was banging into her at full depth and she was wanting more. Harder and faster, her cunt was a blur against his crotch as she gave way to animal instincts. Breed with the strongest and biggest. Taylor looked like if wasn’t for the birth control pill she’d be fucking for triplets.