Part 2
Well, it turned out that my husband's injuries were rather more severe than Joe
had thought and the poor little guy was laid up in hospital for several weeks
recovering from internal bleeding, head trauma, a broken collarbone and a broken
arm. Whilst I felt sorry for Chris, I was not at all sorry that it was Joe who
was coming home each night to give me what I so badly needed and couldn't get
from my wimp husband. Every time he eased that giant cock into me, I was his and
his only. I couldn't imagine ever letting my hubby fuck me again after
experiencing Joe's wonder-cock and I told Joe over and over that I was his whore
now and that Chris would never again be my man. This never failed to get Joe in
the mood for another bout of hot, dirty sex.
In the meantime, I was visiting Chris in hospital each day - but only after I
had popped into Joe's office on the way and given him a mid-morning blowjob.
Arriving in my husband's private room after a mouthful of Joe's cum seemed so
kinky and nasty that it made me wet throughout my visits and kissing Chris hello
and goodbye was just the best as I pressed my lips that had been round another
man's cock to my husband's lips and passed remnants of cum over to him. He would
have been horrified to know that his boss, the man he hated most in the world,
was providing his wife with the most disgusting and degrading sex ever and that
she was loving each and every minute of it.
After 6 weeks, Chris was finally discharged from the hospital and told to rest
up at home for another month. This was going to cause some problems, as Chris
still wasn't very mobile and so I needed to be around the house to look after
him. Joe was less than happy with the state of affairs, realising my hubby's
presence would severely interfere with our fucking arrangements. It was a cause
of great frustration for me too and I even within the first couple of days of
Chris's homecoming I was becoming resentful that my wimp hubby's needs were
keeping me from my big-cocked lover. As Chris slept one afternoon, I phoned Joe
to tell him my pussy was desperate for his beautiful black shaft and he said he
was sick of not being able to have me whenever he wanted. He hung up after
saying that he was planning to visit the house that evening and that I should be
ready for some serious fucking. Joe arrived directly from work and let himself
in with the key I had given him. I was in the kitchen and he crept up behind me
and slipped his hands through my arms and cupped my breasts roughly. I tipped my
head back against his shoulder as he massaged and tweaked my nipples, sending
shivers down my spine and a rush of wetness to my aching cunt.
I slowly turned around and guided Joe to the table in the middle of the kitchen,
where I hopped up onto the tabletop and hitched up my short summer skirt to
reveal no panties and a freshly shaven pussy. Joe simply smiled and raised my
blouse over my head and he dropped it on the floor. A minute of his masterful
stroking left me desperate for him and I wasted no time in unzipping him and
pulling his wonder-cock out of his pants. He was already semi-erect (and more
than twice as big as my poor little hubby!) and it took no time to get him to
his full length.
Joe pushed me back onto the table and in an instant he was inside me, fucking me
like a whore and really banging into my cunt fiercely. It hurt, but it was so
good and just what I needed at that moment - Joe always knew when I needed
gentle, loving sex and when I need to be used like a black stud's bitch. The
table was scraping across the kitchen floor, making a terrible noise that I was
sure would wake Chris, but frankly I didn't care. I needed this fucking and
nothing was going to stop me getting it or enjoying it.
With my third orgasm subsiding, Joe finally shot his hot, potent seed deep
inside my slutty cunt and we rested against each other for a moment. His cock
was still hard and still inside me as we took a break. The urgency of needing
this wonderful sex had gone and was replaced by a feeling of sheer contentment.
It was a fantastic moment, when suddenly the atmosphere was broken by Chris
yelling from the bedroom, asking what all the noise was about. Joe raised
himself from my prostrate body and he was very obviously annoyed that our
session had been interrupted. As his thick shaft slid out of me, he removed the
rest of his clothes and motioned for me to come with him. With his manly cock
swinging between his legs, I followed Joe up the stairs, realising that this was
going to be the showdown between my dream lover and loser hubby. My pussy,
already flooded with Joe's sperm, was leaking heavily as we climbed the stairs
and my excitement at the prospect of my man confronting my husband about me only
added to my state of near-orgasm.
We came to the bedroom door and Joe threw it open, filling the doorway with his
magnificent frame. He stood there looking aggressive and intimidating. He was
standing with his hands on his hips, staring at my stunned husband, who was
lying in bed, aghast and uncomprehending. In a small gap between Joe and the
door I could see Chris struggle for anything to say as he gaped, open-mouthed
and in a state of shock, at my lover. His eyes were drawn down to Joe's mammoth
cock and I could see a sense of dread and fear spread across my husband's face
as it dawned on him what was going on.
"Why are you making all this noise, bitch?" said Joe. "Why are you interrupting
me when I'm fucking your wife downstairs?" As my slut pussy twitched with
excitement, tears began to roll down my husband's face.
