Tom managed to get the car safely into the drive. What he didn’t know was that by the time he had achieved this, his wife had been made to cream in her black silk panties and Marcus had fingered the gasping white wife close to orgasm on three occasions.

As he parked the car, Mandy and Marcus straightened themselves up in the back and exited the car.

“Lovely house Tom,” said Marcus.

“Thank you, we like it don’t we Mandy?” replied Tom. “Lots of happy memories here for us,” he continued.

“Well, I am sure we will have many happy more,” replied Marcus.

Tom stopped and looked at Marcus. Had he said “we?” Marcus stood smiling at Tom and with a glint in his eye, stated “Shall we?” and waved Mandy forward in an exaggerated, chivalrous manner.

Tom again felt the burning mix of anger and angst as already Marcus seemed to be completely in charge and at home, in his, their, home. He told himself not to be surprised at that. After all, he had invited him here for one reason, and one reason alone; to let him fuck his beautiful wife.

Mandy unlocked the door and all three entered the hallway. “How about you fix us some drinks Tom? I would love a Merlot please. See what Marcus wants whilst I pop to the bathroom.”

“Yes ma’am,” Tom thought to himself. Even Mandy was now treating him like some little waiter, almost as if she and Marcus were the couple and he was the outsider. Was this how it was going to feel all along?

Chapter 2

Tom was organising drinks in the kitchen when he heard Mandy arrive back in the lounge.

He heard talking but could not make out what was actually being said, and soon music was playing and the lights in the lounge had been dimmed.

Tom shouted through to ask Marcus what he wanted to drink.

“How about a nice rum and coke?” came the reply.

“Sure. I just need to fix some ice and then we are good to go,” replied Tom.

He ran some cold water from the tap and quenched his own thirst before opening a bottle of Chilean Merlot and poured Mandy a large glass. As he was mixing the rum and coke for Marcus he thought that he too would have that to drink and so, mixed a couple. With the ice clinking the expensive crystal glasses he load the drinks on to a small silver tray and headed for the lounge.

As Tom entered the dimly lit, plush lounge of their marital home he stopped in his tracks at what he saw.

In the centre of the room, barely five feet from Tom, stood Mandy and Marcus. Marcus was behind Mandy and she was leaning into him with her head tilted up. Her mouth was open and Tom could see Marcus’s tongue in his wife’s mouth. His large black hands cupped her breasts through her blouse and Mandy was swaying to the reggae music floating from the CD player.

Her eyes were closed and she was moaning loudly as Marcus massaged her tits and tongued her wet, open mouth.

Marcus stared straight at Tom and smiled slowly. Tom’s breath caught in his throat and his chest compressed as he drank in the sight of his loving wife in the arms of her new found black, soon to be lover.

“I…..I’ll just put these on the table,” stuttered Tom. Marcus just nodded. “Take a seat while you are at it Tom,” said Marcus.

Mandy’s eyes opened on hearing Marcus speak. She saw her husband staring at them and watched as he hesitantly walked to the dining table with the tray of drinks.

Tom’s eyes never left Mandy as he edged to the table.

“Take your drink honey and take a seat. We will join you shortly. Just let me dance a little, okay?”

Tom felt himself nod and took his Cuba Libra from the tray and sat in one of the deep leather armchairs, still engrossed in the sight before his eyes.

Mandy turned her head again, seeking Marcus’s mouth and Tom watched as she moved her hips and ass against the large black man behind her. He watched, mesmerised as the large black hands enveloped Mandy’s lovely tits and kneaded the flesh, encased in her blouse and bra. Tom could see her nipples, proud and erect between the fingers of Marcus’s hands.

Mandy mewled like a kitten as Marcus took pleasure in the mounds of married flesh in his hands. He watched Tom as he rubbed his wife’s erect nipples in the palms of his hands and decided to put on a show for the stricken husband.

His left hand inched slowly down Mandy’s hip and onto her thigh. He slowly inched her skirt up her legs, giving her husband an erotic view of his wife he can never have experienced before. Tom gasped as the top of Mandy’s stocking came into view and he watched mesmerised as Marcus’s dark, black hand slid onto the creamy whiteness of her thigh. Mandy was moaning quietly into the black man’s mouth as he began to trace the lips of her cunt through her soaking panties.

Mandy thrust her mound onto the black hand which was now nudging her panties aside and she moaned loudly as she opened her eyes a sliver and caught sight of her husband sitting watching her. Marcus tugged the panties and they ripped at the seams as he exposed the wet, slippery lips to her husband. Marcus looked at Tom and glanced down at he panties in his hand. “Here, take these and smell your delicious wife, Tom.” He threw the soaking, torn panties to Tom who caught them in one hand.

As Marcus stared at him he slowly brought the gusset to his nose and inhaled deeply. The aroma was intoxicating. His erection pounded in his pants as he smelled his wife’s juices; juices elicited from her by the large black man currently fingering his wife.

“Oh god,” moaned Mandy as Marcus worked two fingers into her sopping wet folds. His tongue was still dancing in her mouth and he fingered her obscenely in front of her panting husband as he sucked in the delicious aroma from her panties. She could not believe the whole situation that was now taking place.

Mandy lowered her left hand onto Marcus’s thigh, seeking his cock. She had no trouble finding it as she brushed her hand into the rigid length of flesh that now lay across and down his groin. Tom watched as his wife explored this new phenomenon and swallowed hard as he watched her trace the length of the massive cock. Mandy marvelled at the length of the thing she was stroking and as she traced it back to the root, it dawned on her that it must be at least twice the length of her husband’s.

Tom continued to inhale his wife’s scent. As he watched her stroke the black man’s cock through the fabric of his pants he wanted, no he needed, to see his wife stroke the big cock in the flesh. By now, his feelings of jealousy and rage had subsided and he was experiencing only lust and desire for his wife to experience this fabulous black specimen of manhood taking her in front of him.