She had her hair done, which was what put me on to her. She never has it done, and she looked good. I then found sexy underwear she had bought hidden in our wardrobe, with, of all things, a G-string, which she swore she would never wear for me, claiming her ass was too big, which was true.

We had been having trouble for a while now ever since she found out I had been fucking my secretary. She made me fire her and swear I would never do it again, which I did. My wife was fat and didn’t much like herself, which meant we almost never had sex. I found her sexy, but she just hated sex, so it was once a month if I insisted.

Now I knew she wanted revenge, and as I was going away, she was planning it for that weekend, asking me to drop the kids off at her mom’s house before I left town. I was a mess. I wanted to confront her so badly, but I knew she would just say it wasn’t true and open up the whole secretary thing again. Instead, I decided I would come back and see what she was up to. She went to work at the same time I left with the kids, saying have a good trip and to call her early as she would be going to bed early. I was mad with rage but hid it well.

I dropped the kids off and returned to the house to find a hiding spot where I could catch her out later. The sitting room had a large wardrobe where we kept stuff with just enough room for me. After I removed some stuff, I tried it out and found I could keep the door open enough to see the kitchen and sitting room, no problem.

After that, it was a matter of waiting for her to get home, which she did at 6 as always. I was in my hide hole and heard her go upstairs and run a bath. An hour later, she came into the sitting room all dressed up but not like she normally does. This time, she was wearing a short skirt and what looked like stockings with her high-heel shoes. The skirt was too small, making her ass look huge, and her tits were crammed into an old shirt she never wore, as it too was too small.

She had a ton of make-up on, and I was wondering where she was off to tonight to need such an outfit, but I was answered quickly as the doorbell rang. She almost ran to answer it, and I heard a deep voice from the hall. Then, this huge black man walked into the sitting room. He was younger than me and fucking huge with wide shoulders and huge hands.

I watched as he held my wife in his arms and kissed her in the middle of the sitting room. He ran his hands down to squeeze her big ass, and she pressed her body to his, loving it. She never likes me to touch her ass, saying it only makes her feel bigger, but here she was wriggling about as he mauled her ass. When they broke away, she said in a sweet voice, “Ooh Leroy, I’m so glad you came. I’ve made a nice meal, and I have some wine.”

He grunted and pulled her back to kiss her again. She broke away and said again in that sick voice, “Leroy, you can wait until after we eat, can’t you?”

He didn’t look happy and said in a threatening voice, “I didn’t come here to eat.”

She looked pained and a little uneasy. “I know, but I need to relax a little. It’s the first time I’ve ever done this,” she said meekly.

“Listen, lady. You asked me to come here to party with you. Now you were all for it yesterday. What’s up?” he asked, getting impatient.

She leaned up and kissed him with her mouth wide open. I could see her push her tongue into his mouth from where I was, and I wanted to leap out and stop her, but to be honest, I was a little scared of the guy. He kissed her hard right back and used both hands to squeeze her ass, tugging her skirt up enough to show me that she was wearing stockings. The bitch would never wear them for me, saying she was not a whore.

When they broke away, she said she would get dinner ready, but he told her to stay where she was and started to open his jeans. I was only a foot away and had a side view of his cock as it came into view. Holy Christ, it was huge, a long black pole hanging down semi-erect. It looked like it was made of rubber with a shin to it. My wife actually gasped when she saw it and backed up a little scared. This made me glad.

I was happy she was scared, and I wanted her to be sorry she brought this man to our house. He grinned at her and lifted it up in his large hand, tugging the foreskin back to expose a huge purple knob.

“This is really why you invited me here, lady. My big black cock,” he said, laughing and jerking off slowly. His cock was growing, getting bigger and bigger. “Now I want you to forget dinner. The only thing you’re eating tonight is my cock. Now, get on your knees.”

He pointed to the floor before him. She was staring at his cock and looking scared as hell now. She never sucks my cock, saying she hates the taste and hates the humiliation of it, but this guy didn’t look like he was asking; he was telling.

Sure enough, when she hesitated, he took a step towards her and grabbed her arm roughly. She backed away and said quickly, “Wait a minute, give me a moment, sweetheart.” He relaxed his grip but held her arm.

I watched in horror as she tugged her skirt up a little, then squatted down in front of the giant with her legs open and her stocking-clad legs on show. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his shaft, lifting it up near her mouth. The blood was rushing through my body, and I was shaking with anger and rage but too scared to move.

He hand looked so small with his cock in it, and when she moved her head closer, the contrast of his black skin against her white round face was mesmerizing. There was no way she could get his whole cock in her mouth, and at first, she stuck out her tongue and started licking his cock around the knob. He moaned and grinned down at her, letting her do the work. She licked his cock from balls to tip, then took the first two inches into her mouth, closing her red lips around it and sucking her cheeks in.