It was a typical Tuesday afternoon, leaving work after a long, monotonous day. My phone alerts to a text: Whatcha want for dinner?. Guess Sandy decided to cook, so, in typical husband fashion I responded: IDC Whatever you want. Other texts were coming in, but traffic sucks and I can’t read them right now. I take my shower, attempting to use the shower head to tease my caged cucky cock. After finding little relief to my sexual frustration I decide to give up. I dry off, dress in my comfy gray sweats and my old baseball tee, and start reading my missed texts. Sandy said she was going to Target for some things we needed and would be home to cook dinner by 7. I settle in for a short Netflix session and shortly doze off.

I’m awakened by texts around 8 and immediately wonder where my wife could be. I open my texts and it’s a picture message from a phone number I’m unfamiliar with. I open the message and it’s a picture of my wife, taken from behind her, and she’s straddling an obviously black man with a beautiful black cock inside of her. Soon a video follows. It’s just a short two minute glimpse of her riding this mysterious BBC and moaning enthusiastically. Immediately, my cock begins to swell, pressing against my cock cage. I watch the video several times, pausing and zooming in to admire the BBC as my wife glides up and down along it. Around midnight I see headlights reflect throughout the bedroom as I lay in bed pretending to sleep. I hear the garage door, then the familiar sound of Sandy’s footsteps as she makes her way to my bed. “You awake sissy?” she asks. I slowly roll over pretending to be groggy. “Yes ma’am,” I reply. Sandy immediately pulls down her leggings to reveal her beautifully shaved pussy, seemingly still red and swollen from her mysterious BBC. “Good! I’ve got a snack for my little fag,” she whispers seductively. I can smell the pungent odor of her freshly fucked pussy. The smell is strong, not bad, but definitely a familiar “sex” smell. She climbs up the bed, taking her time to tease my caged cock. Suddenly she shoves her fingers into my mouth, “mmmm,” I moan as I taste the salty flavor of her juices mixed with his. “How do I taste, baby?” she asks with a sinister smile. “Soooo good,” I respond in a near whimper, as if begging to be fed her lovers cum. She continues her climb until she turns around, her knees in my shoulders as if we’re about to 69. She pins my hands down with hers, “keep them there!” She says dominantly. She then reaches between her thighs with one hand and caresses her clit, slowly enticing her now sticky lips to open. “D’Andre sends his thanks,” she says as the largest, thickest, and saltiest load oozes out onto my tongue. She then grinds her hips hard into my face, smearing her lovers cum across my nose and chin as she rubs her clit. “I’m gonna cummmmm,” she moans loudly. I then feel her body tense and jerk as she begins to squirt. Not the most she ever has, but the familiar taste and hot juice hits my mouth and face. My cock grows painfully hard against my cage now. Sandy takes a moment to enjoy her orgasm as my throbbing cock pulses with excitement.

“Do you wanna cum faggot?” Sandy asks. “Yes ma’am I say enthusiastically.” At that moment I feel a swift and pleasurable slap on my nuts. “You still want to cum faggot?” she asks again. “Pleeeaaasse,” I beg loudly. Another slap, this time a lump grows in my stomach. “You think your inferior little dick deserves to cum,” she says. “No ma’am,” I reply. “I don’t ever deserve to cum ma’am.” “ Sissies like me are useless,” I tell her. At that moment Sandy stands up off of me, slaps my face teasingly, and replies, “good boy! D’Andre owns this pussy now.” “Maybe if you’re a good boy he’ll let you keep watching sissy.”

Sandy leaves to go to her bedroom. As she does I roll over thinking about how good D’Andre tasted and can’t wait for my wife to bring home a salty snack again!

 

Interesting story

 

I don't believe it. Stuff like that doesn't happen at target...Yeah maybe Wal-Mart but not target. Lol.