Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance (14 page)

Then, it came, the moment I'd been dreading and waiting for, with a firm thrust he moved himself inside her so completely that his entirety disappeared and I watched as his balls came to her chin. Tears began to roll from her eyes as she looked up at her dark invader. He held here there like that, letting out a satisfied grunt at the feeling of being inside my wife's throat until her face turned red and just a little more.

When he finally let her off, she didn't push him away, or break his gaze or come off quickly and catch her breath. No. Her eyes were filled with longing, filled with sadness that he was gone from her and as soon as he fell from her mouth, she looked back down at his thick meat, her mouth open and hungry to have it back.

I couldn't help but stroke myself now as I watched my wife betray me like we'd planned. Whatever it was about standing just outside that door and being the jealous cuckold didn't matter. I'd never felt such pleasure in my entire life. And I never wanted it to end.

He moved inside her once again, easing himself back into the depths of her throat. But she didn't seem to want it easy. She grabbed hold of his shaft and pushed herself onto him, pausing only to loosen her muscles and let him sink in deeper. When she had him where she needed him again, I watched her other hand rise between his legs, gliding on that smooth dark skin until she found the loose skin of his sack, wrapped her fingers around it and began to knead him gently with her hand.

He grunted again, this time louder and I watched the muscles of his ass flex, the first sign of his body readying its release into my wife. When she couldn't hold him like that any longer, when her need for breath became greater than the need for his cock inside her, she pulled herself off again but kept a hand on his balls, urging him for his gift.

"Come on baby, let's see about that pussy," he said, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a rippling rack of shoulders.

She gasped as he pulled her up to stand then off her feet effortlessly. Only now did I see how small her white frame was against his dark outline. Placing her on the bed, he tugged at her jeans, pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. Her body cowered, as if some instinct to cover herself from this stranger had taken over. I could only see her face, not his, but her eyes were just as wide as they'd been before as he crawled onto the bed and parted her thighs.

One leg opened slowly at the insistence of his touch. I glimpsed the glistening flesh of her moist cunt, already ready for his love. But he wasn't ready yet.

With a hand gliding along her open thigh, he lowered himself to her centre and left a kiss on the inside of her creamy leg. She shivered slightly but her body opened like a flower, letting him taste the nectar there. As his lips pressed against her pussy, I felt myself throb in my own hand as her eyes fluttered shut and she surrendered to his touch.

With gentle kisses he opened her soft petals with a thick, dark finger and pushed himself inside.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned and I couldn't be sure if she was acting for his benefit, for mine, or if her body really felt the anguish painted on her face.

"Mmmm..." he murmured from between her legs, tasting those delicious juices that I craved to feel in my own mouth.

Nothing could have made me ready for this moment, this terrifyingly arousing moment, when I saw him move that finger deeper inside her, watched the arc form along her body and heard the moan that escaped her lips as he claimed her as his prize.

Her hands drifted down her body, around the back of his head as she pressed herself closer to him and brought him even deeper into her core.

The loud sounds of his greedy smacks filled the room as he lapped at the sweet pussy that until that moment I'd called mine. I watched her thighs come up around his broad, dark shoulders, watched her feet glide up his back and fall to one side as she opened herself and pushed her hips even closer to his mouth.

Her mouth was open and each breath she took brought a fresh profanity as the pleasure he was licking in between her legs soaked into the rest of her body. When she put her feet down and her middle rose off the bed, he pressed her back down into the sheets, one hand on her tender belly to keep her still.

Her body started to rock and wave under his steady affection. She opened her eyes, looked down at him between her legs then, as if by chance, glanced at the door. Our eyes met and I knew she saw me there this time. With his mouth moving on her pussy, she held me with her stare until an ocean of orgasm swallowed her and she fell back crying onto the bed.

I realized then how close I'd come myself and had to stop stroking, had to let go and breathe quiet, heavy breaths. He stayed there, in between her legs, collecting what juices he'd coaxed from her until he'd had enough. That's when the real show began.

She seemed exhausted, like a rag doll, limp and almost lifeless from the climax she'd endured. He didn't seem to care as he crawled up onto the bed, his meat still hard. When he pushed her one leg open, it fell easily to the side, revealing her still soaked pussy, throbbing now, ready to devour his girth.

I caught my breath at the sight of it. This man was going to push himself inside her perfect little cunt.

He bent over her and took a firm breast in hand, kissed it and tugged at the nipple with his teeth before letting it go. The pain seemed to breathe some life into her and she came up off the bed, but only gently, before falling right back down.

From where I stood, it seemed like it didn't matter anymore what she wanted. It seemed like even if she'd changed her mind, she had no choice now but to lie there and take her new black lover in.

He grabbed his stiff cock and pushed it towards her glistening pussy, running it along the length of her slit the same way I'd run mine, until his brown head was shining with her moisture. With each pass, her body moved, her legs coming up in reaction to his touch. Each time he got close to her pussy, she'd open for him more, hoping that would be the time he would sink himself inside.

But he wouldn't give her that pleasure without some coaxing. Instead, he waited, until he'd worked her up to such a state that she could hardly bear it anymore. Opening her eyes and pulling her own legs as far apart as they would go, she looked at him imploringly.

"Please Andre, please. Please fuck my pussy!"

A rush of angry lust shuddered through me and for a second I wondered if she'd forgotten herself. Would she get so lost in the moment or overcome with lust that she'd forget he didn't have protection? Or would she not care? What if he'd forgotten what she told him and he filled her with his seed. As much as I hated the thought of it, there was some dark pleasure in that thought too. The sound of his voice tore me back into the moment.

"Is that what you want baby? You want to feel this cock inside yourself?"

"Fuck Andre, please. Please!" Her voice almost scared me, it was bordering on hysterical. With her hands between her legs she clawed at his sides, begging him to fill her.

Leaning on one arm, the other hand holding his long cock, he pushed her lips apart, and drove himself inside.

I'll never forget the long, low, moaning howl she made, like the wind coming up the cliffs, as he impaled himself inside her slowly. Her perfect feet drifted up his calves, tiny toes touching big, black thighs. As he sank into her more deeply, she made another pained and anguished noise, as if he were stretching her so completely she might rip in two.

He didn't care. That big, black beast didn't give a good goddamn what he was doing to my soft, white princess. Relentlessly, he drove himself inside, staring at his thick meat disappearing into her flesh until the full girth of him had sunk in. Then, just to make sure she was as full of him as she could be, he thrust again with a loud, wet, slurp making her cry out as the tip of him kissed the end of her womb.

I started to stroke myself again even though I was on the brink of an eruption. I begged my body to hold out as long as it could, but was powerless to resist my own urge and gave the matter to chance and fate.

His dark body covered her almost completely now, with only arms and feet protruding from under him. But I could see one thing completely clearly. I could see how wide he'd stretched my wife and the way his heavy balls settled, covering the tiny pucker of her ass.

He started slowly, muscles flexing through his body as he pulled himself out then pushed back in. With each thrust she moaned another moan, but with each one her body became more comfortable with his and when he leaned to one side, I saw her eyes. They weren't closed in beautiful agony any more, no. Now they were open, looking into his as she brought a hand to his face, touched his cheek with her palm.

She was staring at him deeply now, lost in his gaze, as if she were searching for something there. In all the time I'd known her and we'd been together, I don't think I ever saw that look. That coupling of her furious lust and eager submission, that look that made it clear she wanted even more of him. That look made me want her even more.

He pressed himself inside her faster, his body graceful and strong between her thighs. As his movements became more urgent, she began to move with him, her hips helping him in, then helping him glide out.

He grunted and I felt my cock flex as I realized what his noise meant. A fear gripped me again as I wondered if she'd forgotten, or if she was just too lost in his spell to care. I thought of pushing through the door, of crying "No!", of tearing him away from her, but I found myself paralysed by lust and fear. What a gentleman he turned out to be.

As she curled beneath his body, her tight little pussy coaxing his release, she looked even deeper into his eyes and whispered "I want to feel you cum."

The words sliced me like a razor and I had to let go again, to look down at the ground, to steady myself before I exploded. His answer made me look up again.

"Unh-uh baby. You remember what you told me? Get on your knees."

Get on your knees.
The command itself had made me shudder when I thought of what it meant. Her immediate obedience, as her gaze still clung to his, her scrambling to obey his will made my cock swell and fill with cum.

He put himself inside her roughly, driving her face down onto the mattress, but because she wanted to see him, I could see her still. They'd shifted to one side and I could see his cock from the side now, moving in and out of her swollen lips as he eyed her puckered hole.

A gob of his spit landed perfectly above it as his black hand came over the ridge of her ass, his thumb pressing towards the hole. Rubbing at the wetness he'd left there, he moved onto her tight ring and began to press inside.

Her eyes opened wider. She pushed herself up partway and craned her neck to look behind.

"Andre," she said, looking panicked, "I don't...I don't think I can."

Another jealous shudder. Another flex of my cock. No. There was no way that little white hole could stretch to fit him. There was no way I could watch him do
that
? Could I?

"Relax baby. You don't want me to put a baby inside that belly do you?"

My vision tunnelled as I stared at her, watching her reply. She shook her head slowly, her eyes falling to meet mine, terrified.

But the moment the tip of his thick thumb pushed past the tension and into her back end, they rolled back into her head that she swung forward again slowly with an agonized moan.

"That's right," Andre rumbled, "you like that, see?" With a firm hand on her back, he pressed her down and I watched as her face collapsed back onto the bed.

Without any mercy, he pressed his thumb inside her as she moaned and writhed under his touch. His cock was still moving into her, one hand on her ass, the other inside it. After another grunt, I knew he was getting close and my hand pumped faster as I succumbed to the dark fantasy.

As he pulled his cock from her, he let his thumb slide from her as well as she swung around, looking like a frightened animal, her eyes begging for his touch.

He slid the head of his cock up past her soft flesh until the tip of it covered her still tiny hole. She craned her neck to see, then looked up into his eyes.

"Andre, it's so big, I can't..."

But he was pressing himself into her already, his fingers on each cheek, prying her apart. With a guttural moan, her back arched and I watched the flesh of his head slip inside. I couldn't believe what I was watching, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"Oh Andre!" she cried as he thrust his hips towards her, driving his cock deeper inside. Another grunt as he pulled out, another thrust and I watched her clutch the mess of sheets. As he moved into her deeper, one of those massive palms came up, then crashed back down onto her plump cheek in a satisfying smack.

She cried out, pushing her face into his pillow to stifle the noise. He moved deeper into her still until those heavy balls of his touched the wetness of her slit and he groaned his satisfaction.

When his towering frame began to fuck her, I thought she was going to break. Each thrust sent her body shaking against the bed. It seemed almost impossible that the tiny hole of her ass had taken his massive cock inside it. But there she was.

As he fucked her harder, she began to moan again and my eyes widened in disbelief. Each slap of his balls against her sounded wetter and I realized what was happening. She
was
getting wetter. She liked this. She liked this monsters cock inside her ass.

"Oh fuck Andre!" she groaned, coming back up off the bed. As he thundered into her harder I watched her face strain again into a heavenly despair. Her body moved in time with his, her breasts swaying beneath her chest until finally, not caring to cover up the shout, pleasure burst within her and I watched her come again. He was grunting loudly now with each thrust, staring at the tight little ass he was fucking.

I felt my own cum fill my shaft, felt the grace of pleasure flooding through me as I held my breath to watch the final act.

It was when he stopped the noises that I knew his finish had begun. His thick sack tightened as he drove himself deep into my wife. Then, that first pulse freed, he pulled her off him, grabbed her hair and turned her face around.