I never thought a normal day at work would turn into this. My co-worker pulled me aside after our shift and told me something wild. He said his wife once told him she had a fantasy about getting fucked by a black guy. He looked me dead in the eye and said since I was his friend, he’d rather it be me than some random stranger she’d chase behind his back. At first, I laughed it off, thought he was joking, but the man was serious. I know his wife, she's great and sexy. But I didn't know that she was fantasizing about black dudes like me.
That’s how I ended up in his living room one night, sitting on the couch across from his wife. She was thick in all the right places, wearing a short dress that hugged her curves, and I could feel the tension in the air. Her husband sat on a chair off to the side, not saying much, just sipping his drink and watching.
She kept looking at me with that hungry horny stare, like she's ready for me. My heart was beating hard, and my dick was already getting hard in my jeans. I leaned closer, I slid my hand over her thigh, and she opened her legs just enough to let me know she wanted it.
I pulled her dress up, no panties on, and her pussy was already wet. I pressed my fingers in, and she gasped, holding my arm while I worked her open. I kept looking at him, waiting for him to stop me, but he just sat there, eyes locked on us, stroking the edge of his glass.
When I unzipped my pants, she was begging with her body like a dog waiting for a treat. My dick was hard, thick, and she bit her lip the moment she saw it. I guided her onto my lap, her knees on the couch, my hands gripping her ass as I pushed my dick inside her slow. She cried out, holding onto me tight, her body shaking as she took every inch of my dick.
Her husband didn't moved, he just kept watching his wife bounce on me. Her wet pussy was gripping me like crazy, every thrust making her moan louder, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. She looked like she’d been waiting her whole life for this, riding me raw while her man sat just a few feet away from us.
I grabbed her waist and started fucking up into her harder, making her scream my name. The sound of her wet pussy and her moans filled the room, the couch shaking under us. All she can say was "Fuck me!". Her husband’s breathing got heavier, but he never touched her, never said a word. He just watched while I filled his wife with my dick, her nails digging into my shoulders, her voice breaking as she came all over me.
While I was cumming deep inside her, she collapsed against me, sweaty and shaking. I am groping her ass just to show her husband how I owned her. He just sat there in silence. The look on his face told me everything. He wanted this, and he wanted to see it again.