Adultery Desiring Another Man's Wife by xleglover-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hi there handsome," said a sultry voice. Michael turned. It was Monique.

Monique looked past Michael's shoulder, at the bar. "Looks like Mark is hoping to get lucky tonight with your pretty wife," Monique said in a playful voice.

"I need to get over there," Michael said.

"No you don't," Monique said mischievously as she grabbed Michael's shirt under his jacket. She teasingly ran her manicured nails over his back. "Let's see what happens."

Just then, Mark placed his hand on Jen's knee. Monique sensed the sexual tension building in Michael's body as they watched Mark caress Jen's thigh, and edge his fingers under her dress.

"This really excites you, doesn't it?" Monique whispered into Michael's ear. "Watching as another man seduces your wife?"

They watched as Jen pushed Mark's hand away, and then slid off the bar stool. Monique felt Michael's breath catch in his throat as Jen's dress rode high up her leg, exposing her stocking tops and garter belt. Monique smiled. "Very nice," she whispered approvingly.

Suzanne grabbed Jen's arm and started screaming at her. Alarmed, Michael took a step towards his wife, but Monique again pulled him back. "It's okay," she said reassuringly. "Over there, see? Victor is coming. He knows Mark and Suzanne better than you, he'll handle it."

Victor quickly diffused the situation, in the process humiliating Suzanne and Mark. Suzanne angrily stomped away, followed closely by Mark. Looking distraught, Jen hurried away in the opposite direction. Laughter and whispered gossip followed her as she disappeared into the east parlor, her face red with embarrassment and shame.

"Look," Monique said, gesturing at Victor who was moving unnoticed in the opposite direction. "He's going the back way to the east parlor." She tugged Michael's arm excitedly. "Come on, let's go see."

Monique led Michael to the hallway Victor had taken. It led away from the crowd, so they (like Victor) were unnoticed. They approached the door to the east parlor, but instead of going in, Monique pulled him into the room next door.

"Not many people know about this," Monique explained as she pulled back curtains that covered one of the walls, uncovering a window into the east parlor. "It's a one-way mirror. We can see them, but they can't see us." Monique flipped a speaker switch next to the window. "Now we can hear them, too."

Michael gasped as he looked through the window into the parlor. Victor and Jen were locked in a passionate embrace, his mouth covering hers, his large black hands exploring her body.

Monique looked at Michael and saw the excitement in his face. She smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. "You really like this, don't you?" She looked down and saw the tent formed in Michael's pants. "You like watching your wife with another man."

Monique reached down and unzipped Michael's pants, pulling out his hard dick. He moaned as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She glanced back at the window. Victor had pulled Jen's skirt up around her waist, completely revealing the young blonde's long stocking-clad legs. "Jen's legs are soooo nice," Monique cooed admiringly, and Michael nodded in agreement. Michael watched breathlessly as Victor snaked his hand into his wife's panties, the filmy material straining against the black man's large hand.

"Ohhh godddd," Jen moaned as Victor fingered her.

"Get on your knees!" Victor commanded. "Suck my cock!"

Monique watched Michael as Jen got on her knees and pulled Victor's cock out of his pants. She smiled when she saw the amazed expression on Michael's face. "He's really big, isn't he?" she said, her eyes not leaving Michael's face.

Michael glanced at her, and as he did Monique squeezed his penis, causing him to look down. Monique cupped his penis, almost all of it fitting within her small hand. Then Monique looked back through the window, Michael following her gaze. Even with both her hands, Jen struggled to hold Victor's long, thick shaft. The size difference was startling. Michael looked back at Monique, and he found her looking at him, an amused expression on her face. Michael's cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

They heard a gagging sound and turned back to the window. They saw Jen with her mouth wide, trying to swallow Victor's bulbous cockhead. She managed to swallow his cockhead and part of his shaft, but most of his shaft remained outside her mouth. He was too thick to swallow down her throat, and she gagged whenever Victor tried to stuff more in. Saliva flowed down her chin and covered her hands, the diamond of her engagement ring glistening from the slick moisture.

Michael panted excitedly, his eyes glued on his wife as she sucked Victor. Monique was wet watching Michael watch Jen and Victor. "You like watching Jen suck Victor, don't you?" she said breathlessly.

"God yeah," Michael grunted.

Victor pulled Jen to her feet. His heavy cock swung crudely back and forth as he moved Jen across the room until she faced a billiards table. He bent her at the waist so her tits pressed against the table's velvet surface, and then pulled her skirt up passed her ass. With his foot, he pushed Jen's legs apart, her high heels sliding across the waxed hardwood floors.

Jen gripped the sides of the table, bracing herself, as she felt Victor pull her panties to the side and position his cockhead at the lips of her pussy. "Ughhhh godddd!" she gasped as Victor penetrated her. "Oh god, oh god!" Jen wailed as Victor impaled her on more of his thick shaft.

Victor wrapped his black fingers in Jen's blonde hair and pulled her head back so they were cheek to cheek. "You love my cock, don't you bitch!" Victor hissed. "You want more of my big black cock, don't you?"

"Oh god, yes!" Jen begged. She reached back and grabbed Victor's pants, pulling him towards her. "Give it all to me!"

Michael and Monique watched as, inch-by-inch, Victor's cock disappeared into Jen's pussy. Finally he was completely inside, and then he began to pound her. Jen gripped the sides of the table as Victor savagely fucked her, her pretty face pressed against the velvet surface of the pool table.

It's funny what you notice at times like this. Michael focused on his wife's slim legs. Bent at the waist, her garter snaps dug into her tight ass. With each of Victor's thrusts, she was lifted out of her heels. Then, after a particularly savage thrust, Jen's high heels fell off her feet, and without interrupting their fucking rhythm, Victor kicked the shoes away. Jen had to stand on her tippy-toes as Victor continued his pounding, and Michael marveled at the beauty of his wife's long legs as her thigh and calf muscles tensed with each of Victor's thrusts into her pussy.

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" Jen cried.

"Not yet!" Victor growled. He pulled out and twisted Jen around so she faced him, pulling her legs around his waist. They both moaned as he shoved the full length of his cock back into her with a single lunge.

They started fucking again, but while just as desperate, their movements weren't as frantic. Victor cradled Jen's head in his hands, his lips covering hers, his tongue playing with hers. Jen's legs were tightly wrapped around Victor's waist, and her hands caressed Victor's shoulders and neck. Michael realized with a start that they were no longer fucking, but making love.

In just a few more moments, both Victor and Jen tensed, and then they came together, their backs arching, each panting and moaning into the other's mouth. After cumming they didn't pull apart, but instead remained wrapped in each other's arms. Finally Victor pulled out, and from his vantage point Michael could see Victor's thick milky seed gush out of his wife.

"Oh my god," Jen giggled as she stood, feeling Victor's sperm run down her leg. Within moments her stocking tops were soaked. "I can't go out there," she said, concern in her voice. She pulled her skirt down, but her stockings were laddered at the knees from kneeling on the floor, and Victor's sperm was running further down her legs.

Victor chuckled. "Don't worry. Come on, we'll go out the back way."

"Wait, I have to find Michael."

Victor waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about him. I'm sure he's having fun with Monique." Victor saw the look of disbelief in Jen's face and laughed. "You don't think this is the only empty room, do you? I'm sure your husband has been completely occupied with Monique. I didn't see him in the crowd, did you?"

Jen looked troubled. "No, but ... I should call him, tell him where we're going."

Victor looked annoyed. "Whatever. Tell him we're going to the Zebra Club. But do me a favor. Take off your wedding and engagement rings."

"What?"

"It aggravates me, to see you wearing those rings when you're with me. When you're with me, you're with me. You're not with him."

"But ... he's my husband."

Victor scoffed impatiently. "Where was he when Suzanne lashed out at you? Did he come to your side, defend you? No, I did. Where's he now? He's not with you, he's with Monique. Listen, it's all about respect. After what I've done for you -- after the pleasure I've given you – I'm asking for some respect."

Jen looked uncertain. Then, hesitantly, she pulled off her wedding and engagement rings, and put them into her purse.

Victor smiled. "Good," he said approvingly. He took her hand – her ringless left hand – and led her from the room.