story of how his wife had left him for a black man. It
all started about three months before, when his wife
Debbie was working at her new job as an assistant at the
Corbin Company. Her boss was a young black man, Stan Ross
he was the vice president in charge of sales.
Debbie was a blonde with firm breasts and a nice ass too.
Debbie would come home late sometimes, and would go right
to sleep. Carl was getting concerned about her working so
many hours of overtime. Plus he wasn’t getting any sex;
he would jack off watching adult movies while she was at
That morning he asked his wife if she was going to be
working late. Debbie just looked at him, “I may,” she
said, “We’re very busy this time of the year.”
Carl just walked away not wanting to fight with her again
so early in the day. He went to work but all he could do
was think of his wife and her strange almost hostile
Carl decided to take off from work early so could take
his wife out to dinner. Maybe they could talk about their
marriage problems over a little wine and roast duck. Carl
arrived at Debbie’s office intending to surprise her, but
Debbie wasn’t there. So as he left the building he looked
in the parking lot for her car and saw that it was there.
But Stan’s car was gone. Carl went home wondering if he
was being unfair thinking that something was going on
between Debbie and her Boss. No that just couldn’t be.
Not his wife.
But when he got home Ross’ car was in their driveway.
Carl parked his car down the street a little ways and
walked up his house. When he opened the door silently, he
heard his wife moaning loudly, “YESS FUCK ME!” she said,
“OH GOD I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK DICK!”
Yeah! Take it all baby!” He heard Stan say.
“C’mon baby give it to me! I want all of it in my tight
pussy.” Debbie yelled.
Stan groaned, “Ohh yes I’m cumming!” And Carl knew that
Stan was shooting his hot cum into his wife’s wet pussy.
“Please Stan, don’t stop, give me more,” Debbie screamed,
“I need your big black love muscle really bad, keep
fucking me HARDER!”
Then after a few moments they quieted down. All Carl
could hear was their panting breath as they lay there.
Then he heard Stan ask, “What of your husband?”
“Oh fuck him,” Debbie said, “His cock is so little, and
he’s never satisfied me in bed like you do.”
Then Debbie saw Carl standing in the doorway. “Well, if
it isn’t mister small dick!” she laughed. “It’s about
time you knew about Stan,” she said, “I’ve been fucking
him for months now and he’s a much better lover than you
ever were. So you’ll just have to get use to the idea, or
get out. I’m his now,” she told Carl. “But you can stay
and watch us if you want.” Debbie took Stan’s cock in her