How a "BET" change a life of Wife

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"I can't cheat," she said without realizing that her hand was unconsciously stroking his cock through his pants. "That big guy behind the bar is my boyfriend and he's a little overprotective," she explained still rubbing his cock through his pants. "He didn't seem to mind you messing with me though," said Duane as he ran his big black hands under her halter top and flicked it up, freeing her bare breasts. "He said I could tease you," she explained moaning as he bent over and took one of her large nipples into his mouth. "I could grab you, but not have sex with you."

Duane didn't respond, he just continued to lick around her nipples and he gently bit them from time to time. Ritika could never remember being so horny. First, the magazine pictures had gotten her all worked up, and then Rajesh had left her hanging this afternoon. Now, being trapped in a closet with a well hung black guy had her dripping with excitement. She even found his sweaty smell to be sexually stimulating. Duane stood up and began unbuttoning his jeans, a smug, self-assured expression on his face the whole time. "Wh..what are you doing?" she asked nervously.

He dropped his jeans and then bent over to pull down his underwear freeing a cock as equally impressive as Rajesh's. It was about an inch smaller but was about half againt as thick. "He said you could grab," Duane answered her, putting her hand on his cock. "So grab." 

Ritika began running her hands along his throbbing ebony shaft feeling it jump at her touch. A nasty thought occurred to her. Rajesh had said she could touch him. Wasn't jerking him off, just touching him? Ritika gave him a quick kiss and said, "Let me jack you off." 

She saw Duane give a little nod and Ritika fished around in her purse for a minute until she located a small tube of hand moisturizer. She kneeled down and covered both hands in moisturizer until they were well lubricated. Ritika knew from experience that it would take a lot of lubrication and she emptied the bottle in her hands. Ritika looked up at his cock and froze. The narrow confines of the janitors closet had it swaying before her eyes, less then a foot away. It was simply the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The black cock in Akhil's video had a light colored head but, Duane's was a dark black all the way through. His balls were bigger then Rajesh's and they hung down further. The head was a lot bigger then Rajesh's, as was his urethra which was oozing pre-cum. 

Without thinking, Ritika leaned forward and planted her ritual kiss of submission on the head feeling it jerk up at the touch of her lips. She kept her lips poised about an inch away from the head, his musky smell filling her nostrils. She wanted nothing more then to swallow it whole but Rajesh had forbidden her. Ritika figured one taste couldn't hurt, and her tongue flicked out and licked the pre-cum off his head. It tasted salty and the amount was almost as much as her husband's entire orgasm.

Duane wasn't moving his body at all. but she could swear that his cock was straining to find its way past her lips. Ritika came to her senses and backed up a little. She brought both her hands up and began rubbing moisturizer all over his cock feeling how hard he was. Ritika developed a a pattern of stroking and soon found herself becoming mesmerized like she had the first time she had stroked off Rajesh. She had fantasized she was blowing Rajesh, then getting fucked by him, and then his cock had turned black and he had penetrated her ass, just like the stud in the video. Now all her visions were of black cocks and she decided that if Duane was going to be in town after Rajesh left, she would be fucking him the minute Rajesh was gone. This cheered her up thinking that she had just discovered a new source of orgasms and semen to satisfy her once Rajesh was gone. 

Speaking of semen, the taste of his pre-cum was still on her lips and she wished she could have more. His cock was swelling up now meaning he was approaching orgasm. The big pee slit was opening and closing with her strokes. Then an alarming thought hit her. Big cock, big balls, big pee slit, it all meant that this guy was about to shower her with a tremendous amount of cum and Rajesh had forbidden her from letting him cum. He'd kill her if she walked out into the bar covered with a black man's sperm. Ritika had gone a little too far and she didn't really have much choice. She would have to swallow the evidence. 

"You slut," Duane said watching her swallow his entire cock into her mouth. "Where did you learn to do that?" "Around," she said when she came up for air. Ritika got into her pattern of deep throating him and licking around the head while she caught her breath. Her skills quickly had him ready to explode and she felt him start to explode when she had his entire cock buried down her throat. The overly large head of his cock had swollen so big that she found it hard to suppress her gag reflex. Ritika felt the ridge of his cock head scrap along her throat as she quickly slid it out so that just the head was in her mouth. Where Rajesh always came in several large wads, Duane just constantly hosed out sperm. She could feel it spraying her esophagus and then the sides of her throat as she slid it out into her mouth. His hot cum poured into her mouth and she let it fill up at least three times before swallowing. Ritika had described swallowing Akhil's load as an appetizer and Rajesh's as a main course. Duane's was a seven course dinner and Ritika was proud when she swallowed every drop.