Suddenly he stopped, undid his belt, allowing his trousers to fall and puddle round his ankles; then pushing his boxer shorts down below his knees. His large engorged cock stuck out stiffly, elevated slightly above the horizontal. The African spear ready, at full attention. I tensed knowing what was to transpire, my mind filled with both anger and fascination. I could tell that Anne also knew because she rose on her toes in anticipation. Instead of seizing the moment to impale her on his spear, he decided to torment her, to excite her with anticipation. Gripping his cock with one hand, he started by tapping her genital area with his heavy organ, then rubbing the helmet of his penis up and down her slit. I could sense her frustration building but he did not torment her for long. The picture of Ann’s beautiful pink pussy lips, flush with sexual desire, spread itself open to this African intruder cock head flashed in my mind.
After lining up the head of his cock on target, he turned his head in my direction and gave me the classical stare of the victor about to claim the spoils. Instead of the triumphal plunge home that such a look warranted, he proceeded to enter her slowly, in stages, taking several shallow thrusts and pauses to achieve full penetration. However, from that point he soon built up a strong rhythm, Anne quickly responded as she started to breath in heavy gasps, reaching out to grip the far edge of the desk with whitened knuckles.
When her breathing settled down my wife glanced briefly in my direction, her mouth open as he continued his onslaught. I think it was to see if I was watching. When she saw that I was, quickly she averted her eyes. There was an orgasmic moment when she gripped the desk edge, but the following times when he brought her to that state she only clenched her fists and cried, “Oh, Oh, Oh,” as the tremors passed through her. His mighty African Cock pressed deeply against her G-Spot, and area that requires great exertions on my part to reach with my white cock.
As the orgasms continued, I got a compulsive need to see his cock actually entering her. Despite the pain in my torn wrist, I stood and manoeuvred round to stand to the right of the bench. This meant that I now had to twist round and look over my shoulder but those vital few extra inches had increased the angle sufficiently for me to view the point of penetration. I could now see that his cock fitted so tightly that on every withdrawal stroke a narrow collar of internal vaginal skin was pulled out too. Also it was easier to observe how well oiled his shaft had become from my ‘loving’ wife’s lubricating juices. The taboo of watching a Black Cock slide deep inside of my white wife caused my knees to quiver.
Suddenly the big man withdrew and stepped back, although I am sure he had not spoken, Anne quickly turned and sat herself on the desk. Then she layed back with legs spread. I was not surprised to discover that skin on either side of her pussy lips had turned a bright pink. This view only lasted a brief few seconds because he rapidly reinserted his weapon into my Ann’s gaping pussy and took up where he had left off. The view angle was now more favourable, I abandoned my contorted position and returned to the bench. While doing so I thought about the quirks of life; for only that morning I had set off joyfully, anticipating a carefree holiday, and yet a mere few hours later I was watching the mother of my children being fucked out of her mind by a hugely hung swaggering foreigner. The sounds of their intercourse filled the room, as did the smell of their sexual musk.
He began to fuck her with rapid piston like strokes. At times my wife’s legs flapped free to his rhythm but at others they closed around his waist. Occasionally he would pull completely clear, wait a second and then ram back in to full depth, with this always evoking a noticeable response. Now whenever he made her cum, besides the heavy panting and high pitched moan, Anne squeezed and twisted her own tits, viciously crushing her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Not even the most unbiased observer could think that she was just ‘lying back and thinking on for the team’.
During this narrative I have not dwelt, for long, on my own mental state, but I need to mention that since the start, the jealousy in my gut felt as if I was being disemboweled. With every added element being an extra twist of the knife. Despite this, my own smaller cock had maintained its erection; now I found that I had somehow inched towards the front of this bench and managed to pull my pants rather tight. The taut material was putting a bending pressure on my stiff shaft and also constricting my balls as if in a vice. Unfortunately I found that sitting back failed to ease the pain.
He paused to force Anne’s legs up against her breasts. She obligingly hooked her arms behind her knees to hold them in place, spread for him. From this point on it was hard to tell if it was for his pleasure or my benefit, for he seemed intent on providing a master class in fucking. He had her head rolling from side to side with eyes closed and an almost continuous guttural cry issuing from her open mouth. On the occasions that her eyes did flick open they looked wild and uncoordinated. From point of when he entered her, I had heard no intelligible speech but now she clearly said ‘Yes’, three times in succession.
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