My Wife and Her Black Colleague After Work

Sergio checked the clock again, the minute hand crawling past eight-thirty while the apartment stayed too quiet. Thirty years old and already pacing the living room in his socks, he had been waiting exactly as Chloe had told him to wait. His wife’s last text had been short: staying late with Bertrand to finish the project, home soon. He knew what the words meant. For weeks the flirting at her office had been open enough that she came home wet and distracted, telling him every look, every brush of Bertrand’s hand against her hip in the break room, every time the thirty-two-year-old black colleague had leaned over her desk and let his voice drop low enough that her thighs pressed together under her skirt. Sergio had gotten hard listening. He got hard now, just from the waiting.

Keys rattled in the lock. The door opened and Chloe stepped in first, twenty-eight, white, her blonde hair half-pulled from its clip, blouse wrinkled and two buttons lower than she ever wore it to work. Her pencil skirt was twisted, the hem riding high on one thigh, and the scent of sex rolled off her before Bertrand even cleared the doorway behind her. Bertrand was taller, broad through the shoulders, his dark skin gleaming faintly under the hallway light, shirt untucked, collar open, the front of his slacks still creased from where her body had been pressed against him. Both of them were flushed. Chloe’s lipstick was smeared at one corner of her mouth. A faint sheen of sweat darkened the fabric between her breasts. Sergio’s cock thickened instantly at the sight of them, at the unmistakable evidence that they had already fucked.

“Hi, baby,” Chloe said, voice a little hoarse. She didn’t come to him. She stayed close to Bertrand, one hand still resting on the other man’s forearm as if she hadn’t finished touching him. Bertrand shut the door and looked Sergio over with a slow, assessing smile, the kind that said he already knew how badly the husband wanted this.

“You waited,” Bertrand said. His voice was deep, calm. “Good.”

Sergio swallowed. “She said you were finishing a project.”

Chloe laughed, soft and breathless, and the sound went straight to Sergio’s groin. “We finished it. Bent over my desk after everyone else left. He fucked me so hard the monitor almost fell.” She turned into Bertrand as she spoke, and Bertrand’s big hand slid down to cup her ass through the wrinkled skirt, squeezing hard enough that she moaned and pushed back into his palm. The movement hiked the skirt higher. Sergio saw the edge of her panties, pale blue, crooked, a darker wet patch visible at the crotch. His face burned. His cock ached.

Bertrand didn’t let go. He pulled her fully against him in the middle of the living room, right where Sergio could see every inch, and ground his hips forward so she felt the heavy shape of him through his pants. Chloe’s eyes fluttered. She rolled her ass back into that grind, shameless, and looked at her husband while she did it.

“Tell him,” Bertrand murmured against her hair. “Tell your husband how I had you.”

Chloe’s breath hitched. She kept grinding, slow and filthy, while Bertrand’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass and spread her a little through the skirt. “He locked the door,” she said, voice shaking with leftover pleasure and fresh want. “Bent me over the desk, shoved my skirt up, yanked my panties to the side. I was already soaked from the way he’d been looking at me all afternoon. He pulled his cock out and it was so thick, Sergio. So much thicker than yours. He rubbed the head through my slit until I was begging, then he pushed in all at once. Stretched me open right there with my face against the keyboard. I came the second he bottomed out. He didn’t stop. Just held my hips and fucked me through it, deep, hard, until I was dripping down my thighs and onto the carpet. He came inside me. Filled me up. I can still feel it leaking.”

Sergio’s hand had drifted to the front of his pants without him deciding to move it. He pressed his palm against his erection and stared, humiliated and desperately hard, while his wife described another man using her at work. Bertrand watched him and smiled, then lowered his mouth to Chloe’s neck and sucked. She moaned louder, arching, and turned her head to kiss him. The kiss was wet, open, tongues visible. Sergio heard the soft sounds of it, saw Bertrand’s hand slide under the skirt to grip bare skin, panties pushed aside again so his fingers could stroke the slick mess he’d left in her earlier.

“Please,” Chloe gasped against Bertrand’s mouth, still kissing him, still grinding. She broke just far enough to look at Sergio, eyes glassy, cheeks red. “Please fuck me again. Right here. In front of him. I need your cock. I need him to watch how much better you feel.”

Bertrand’s answer was to spin her and walk her backward toward the couch, never taking his hands off her. He sat and pulled her down straddling his lap for a moment, kissing her hard while he unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and shoved it off her shoulders. Her bra was plain white, cups damp with sweat; he unhooked it and tossed it aside so her breasts spilled free, nipples tight. Sergio stood frozen a few feet away, cock throbbing in his fist now that he’d given in and opened his pants. Chloe’s hands were already at Bertrand’s belt, frantic, pulling his cock out. It was thick, dark, heavy, the head slick with her earlier cream and his own spend. She stroked it once, moaning at the size, then stood long enough for Bertrand to yank her skirt and ruined panties down her legs.

Naked except for her heels and the thin gold wedding band on her left hand, Chloe let Bertrand lay her back on the couch cushions. He shoved his pants lower, knelt between her spread thighs, and rubbed that thick cock up and down her swollen, glistening slit. She was puffy from the desk fuck, pink and wet, white streaks of his cum already leaking out around the head as he teased her. Sergio could see everything. Chloe locked eyes with him and didn’t look away.

“Watch,” she breathed. “Watch how he fills me.”

Bertrand pushed in. Slow at first, letting Sergio see the way her cunt stretched around the dark shaft, lips clinging, then he sank deep in one long stroke until his hips met hers. Chloe cried out, back arching, nails digging into Bertrand’s shoulders. “Fuck—yes—so big. So much bigger than my husband. God, Sergio, he reaches places you never do. I can feel him in my stomach.”

Bertrand started to fuck her in earnest, missionary, heavy thrusts that made her breasts bounce and the couch creak. Each stroke forced more of his earlier cum out around his cock, slick sounds filling the room. Chloe kept her eyes on Sergio the whole time, mouth open, filthy words spilling out between moans. “He’s splitting me open. Look at my pussy taking him. You could never fuck me like this. Your little cock just slides around. His stretches me, owns me. I’m going to cum on him again and you’re going to stand there and watch your wife get ruined.”

Sergio stroked himself faster, ashamed and aching, pre-cum slicking his fingers. Bertrand glanced at him once, satisfied, then hooked Chloe’s legs higher and pounded harder, the wet slap of skin loud. She was close already, thighs shaking, chanting yes and harder and don’t stop. Bertrand suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees on the cushions with rough efficiency, and drove back in from behind. Doggy style, deep, his hips slamming her ass, one big hand fisted in her blonde hair. Chloe’s wedding ring flashed as she reached back blindly, found Sergio where he stood beside the couch, and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“Good little cuckold,” she gasped, stroking him in time with Bertrand’s thrusts. “Stay hard for me. Watch him pound your wife’s cunt. Feel how desperate you are while he uses me. I’m his right now. This pussy is his.”

Bertrand fucked her deeper, the angle letting him grind against her cervix on every stroke. Chloe’s hand jerked Sergio’s cock while her body jolted forward, ass rippling, moans turning into sobs of pleasure. “Cumming—oh fuck, I’m cumming on his thick black cock—Sergio, he’s making me cum so hard—” Her whole body locked, cunt clenching visibly around Bertrand’s shaft, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his balls and the couch. She wailed, stroking Sergio erratically, calling him her pathetic husband, her good little cuck, while Bertrand kept pounding her through the orgasm, not letting up until she was shaking and drooling onto the cushion.

Only then did Bertrand pull out. His cock was gleaming, veined, dripping with her. He stroked it twice over her lower back, then aimed lower, thick ropes of cum shooting across her left hand, painting the wedding ring and her fingers in heavy white streaks. More landed on her ass and the small of her back. Chloe moaned at the heat of it, still trembling, and turned her head.

She reached for Sergio, pulled him down by his shirt, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, salty and musky, feeding him the taste of Bertrand’s cock and her own cunt still coating her lips. Sergio groaned into the kiss, humiliated, licking what she gave him while his untouched cock throbbed painfully in her cum-smeared hand. She broke the kiss with a filthy little smile, then turned and curled against Bertrand on the couch, naked and marked, one leg draped over his. Bertrand’s arm settled around her, possessive, his softening cock resting against her thigh. Chloe’s free hand found Sergio’s erection again and stroked it slowly, lightly, never enough, keeping him on the edge while she nuzzled Bertrand’s chest.

“You can clean me properly once he leaves,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded, voice lazy with satisfaction. Her fingers smeared Bertrand’s cum around the head of Sergio’s cock in teasing circles. “Until then you stay right there and ache. Look at his load on my ring. Taste him on my tongue again if you want. But you don’t get to cum. Not until I’ve had every drop of him leaking out of me and you’re on your knees licking it up like the desperate cuck you are. Now open your mouth and thank him for fucking your wife better than you ever could while I keep this useless little cock hard and dripping for me.”