Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“Man your woman is a slut isn’t she. Why don’t you jerk off to her, she’s about to be useless to you anyway so you might enjoy one last good time.” Reginald chided at him.

Chris’ eyes looked sad as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his six inch cock. Barry and Mark snickered as he stroked it.

“Damn no wonder your woman needs a real cock” Mark said as Chris walked closer to his defiled wife. Jamie took her hands off Barry’s cock and started to reach out for her husbands less endowed manhood, but Barry snapped. “No bitch, if you want any of this you can’t touch him, and he can’t touch you.”

Jamie withdrew her hand immediately giggling. “Sorry hun, looks like you’re on your own tonight. I really need these, they’re so much bigger than you. I have to feel them in me.”

With these words Chris had been completely humiliated. He could hear Reginald’s laughter behind him. The humiliation set him on fire as his tiny dick got even harder, he began to stroke it. The look of pleasure on his wife’s face. A look he had never seen while they were making love was plastered in his mind as he continued to stroke in front of her. He was focused on her, her breathing, her whimpering. It sent him over the edge as he watched his trophy wife lean over and take the head of Mark’s eight inch cock in her mouth. He ejaculated, his jizm landing on the floor directly in front of him. Almost immediately one of the bouncers were pulling his pants up for him and Reginald smiled.

“We’re going to take your wife for a ride, don’t worry you’ll be able to pick her tomorrow.”

“But she said I could stay if I was quiet” Chris objected. Reginald just smiled and shook his head.

“She doesn’t make the rules here.”

Chris took one last look over his shoulder at his slut of a wife. His pride broke he watched as she was now in a doggy style, her beautiful blond hair waving back and forth as she bobbed her head on Mark’s cock. Walking through the door he heard her squeal in a way he had never heard and then he was shut out.

Outside the VIP room was the second bouncer. He was on his cell phone as he was escorted by.

“Hey Eric it’s Steve. Man you gotta get over to the club, we got this bitch in here and we need you to stretch her out right. Yeah, yeah, see you then”

Once in his car Chris couldn’t help but cry knowing that on his 5th wedding anniversary his wife was going to be taking a different cock than his. Multiple cocks that wasn’t his. Cocks that were thicker, longer and most of all belonged to black men. Slowly he cranked his car and headed home humiliated, and without his wife.

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Back in the VIP room Jamie was sucking Mark wildly. The ecstasy was still in affect, the feeling of that large cock thrusting against her mouth was unbearable. Silvia was now dripping down her chin on to the floor below her. She didn’t even stop as Barry slid the black thong she had worn for her husband off her hips and down to her knees. Barry began to rub slowly between her lips and slick thighs, and getting as close as he could to the clit without touching it. Jamie was going crazy in her mind, each time his finger came close she would suck harder and faster in anticipation, and each time Barry’s finger backed away disappointment would wash over her, but her desire was heightening with every caress. It wasn’t till the fifth time he teased he brushed her button slightly sending a streak of pleasure through her entire body causing her to moan around Mark’s hard cock. Barry’s gruff laugh sounded behind her as she ripped Mark’s cock out of her mouth.

“GODDAMNIT FUCKING DO IT!” She cried her pussy juices now running down her leg. Her body shaking from the arousal.

“Damn bitch, you better learn some fucking manners if you want any of this. Now beg for it bitch.”

Jamie blushed, the feeling of submission caused her pussy to throb.

“please….. please touch my clit.”

Once her plea had left her mouth mark slid his cock back in her mouth and she whimpered as she felt the thick shaft hit the back of her throat.

Barry smiled “That’s better slut.” Looking at Mark he said “You ready for this?”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mark just nodded and Barry slide two fingers into her dripping tight snatch, and burried his thumb onto here hard erect clitoris. Her moan was loud even around Marks cock that was currently stretching out her mouth. Her throat opened as pleasure forced her sound of approval into the air. Mark took this opportunity to show her how to suck a real dick as he placed his hands on the back of her head and slid the rest of his cock deep down her throat. She gagged around his hard member but she didn’t care. The ecstasy was working and every bit of touch to her body sent pleasure coursing through it directly to her throbbing clit. It was so hard now it was painful, but it was a good pain. Her moans were now a distant background noise as she fell deeper into pleasure.

As she fell deeper into pleasure she couldn’t help but think about her husband. How the ecstasy was for him. She never thought she would be sucking a black man’s cock on her wedding anniversary. She would make it up to him, but right now she needed those big cocks. She needed to know what it felt like with bigger men. She knew they existed and if it wasn’t for the ecstasy she would have never taken the chance tonight. With each thought of those big dicks and how they were going to fill her tight pussy, each thrust of Mark’s cock deep into her throat, and Barry’s fingers thrust deep into her well lubricated snatch she felt a pressure building between her legs, and finally she snapped back into reality with a scream of complete excitement around Mark’s cock. Her pussy clenched around Marks fingers. Her throat tightened around Mark’s cock. She heard him yell “oh shit” as she felt river after river running down her throat. Barry managed to pull his dick out in time for the last thick sticky stream to drench her face.