by Blaise Quin
My cock was jumping in my pants so hard I had to resist the urge to touch myself. As it was the camera jerked around wildly as I fought to keep Andie in the viewfinder.
The belt finally free, Andie grasped Rodney’s pants and pulled down. She only managed to move them a few inches, because Rodney’s stiff cock was in the way. She reached in and took his shaft in her hand, and with the other worked his tight pants around and down.
Rodney’s cock jumped out at her face. Even his dick looked bigger in real life than it had on the video.
Two things jumped out at me too. The first was that Andie had not left his underwear on, taking both his pants and his shorts down with the first pull. I was sure that wasn’t a mistake.
The second was how expertly she’d freed him. Blindfolded, even a big belt, tight pants, and a huge erection hadn’t slowed her down one bit.
I wondered how many times Andie had been on her knees getting a man undressed. Maybe even while blindfolded.
Every day I was learning new things about my wife, a woman who I thought I had known as well as anyone. It seemed I still had a lot to learn.
Rodney must have been thinking the same thing. He looked over at me and said, “You’re wife is a real pro. She a ho before you got married, doing it for cash?”
My fingers tightened on the camera at his crude remarks. Yet I didn’t say a word.
Maybe deep down inside I had the same question. If Andie confessed right now that she’d been an escort or a prostitute, I’m not sure I would have been surprised.
She didn’t admit any such thing, but she didn’t deny it either. Instead, without a second of hesitation, she guided Rodney’s stiff member into her mouth.
Rodney bobbed his head up and down in pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. “That’s good, but I ain’t paying for it.”
It wasn’t only my wife that I was learning about. Whoever could have imagined that I would have just watched Andie take another man in her mouth, and not only would I not complain, but I’d be filming it, and getting an erection at the same time?
It made me really wonder if we ever really could know even ourselves.
I zoomed in as Andie worked her lips up and down Rodney’s shaft. I’d been on the receiving end of Andie’s blowjobs, and I had no doubt that Rodney was enjoying his as much as I had mine. Probably more, given that I was helplessly watching her do him.
I was half expecting Jamal to jump into the action, but he seemed content to watch as well. Maybe Rodney had told him he had to wait his turn. Or maybe Jamal was getting off on the real life porn as well.
Rodney took hold of the ends of Andie’s hair in each of his big fists and pulled her toward him, forcing her to either have her hair pulled out or take him deeper in her mouth. Inch by inch his cock disappeared into her face. Her throat constricted hard when his dick was only halfway in. I held my breath as one of her hands came up in a warding off gesture, but Rodney didn’t let go her hair. Another inch of his shaft disappeared into Andie’s mouth. Again her throat jumped. Through the zoom I could clearly see her nostrils flair, she was forced to breath only though her nose, her throat full. . .
Another half inch, Andie’s hands now on Rodney’s thighs, pushing, to no avail, he was relentless. I was frozen, like watching an imminent train wreck, expecting disaster but unable to intervene.
Another half inch, Andie’s neck muscles tightening, then, miraculously, relaxing, like she’d opened her throat, and the next half inch went it easily, but all of a sudden she gagged, her arms flailing, her throat jumping. She pulled her head back, her hair stretched painfully, gasping for air, and yet as soon as she managed to get a breath she was back on his shaft, clearly wanting more.
And Rodney gave it to her. Pulling at her hair, it was impossible to tell if he was forcing himself down her throat or if she was impaling herself on him. I couldn’t believe my eyes, so much of his cock was somewhere in her mouth, down her throat, it was like watching a magician, a sword swallower.
Simply unbelievable, and yet happening right in front of me.
I slowly managed to come to grips with what was happing, accepting this unbelievable act it as a reality. Both what my wife was doing, and how she was doing it.
Then Rodney began to fuck her face.
His hips jerked hard, this was no easing back and forth, he went from pulling Andie toward him to slamming into her, his hold on her hair unrelenting, giving her nowhere to go. The shock was enough to finally unfreeze me. I called out something, I don’t even know what, but at that same moment Andie let out a sound halfway between a moan and a yelp, and now her hands weren’t pushing on Rodney’s thighs but were grabbing them from behind. Spittle dribbled from her mouth as she struggled to take his thrusts.
Her reaction locked me in place. She loved this.
I could never do that to her. I could never pull her hair like that, slam my cock down her throat. Yet this was what she craved. Much as I hated to admit it, she needed another man to give her this pleasure.
I felt small and helpless, yet at the same time, my arousal kept me from feeling sad in any way. So what if I couldn’t be rough with her? I could participate in other ways. I could help her get what she wanted.
I thought Rodney would keep at it until he came in her mouth. Deep down I might have been wanting that as well. But Rodney suddenly yanked her up by her hair until she was standing.
“Gonna make you suck my tongue before your mouth is full of jizz,” he said, and smashed his face into hers.
Andie threw her arms around him and began kissing him. Not a passionate kiss of love, but of pure lust. Her hair dropped over her face, blocking my sight, but I had no doubt what she was sucking on now.
I got another shock, the arousal of seeing my wife kiss another man.
Rodney was much taller than she was, yet even with his head bent down she still had to stand on her toes, her feet coming clear out of her shoes, tottering, her arms going around his broad shoulders. Rodney’s pants were down around his ankles, his cock shoved into Andie’s belly.
“Enough foreplay,” said Rodney, and he jerked up Andie’s skirt. His strong fingers dug into her tight, naked ass, then one hand moved around to her front. Without any warning he thrust his hand between her legs. “I see you’re ready for me,” said Rodney. He used his feet to force Andie’s legs apart and pushed his crotch against her.
Her body blocked my view, I couldn’t see his cock, there was now nothing to stop him from. . .
“Wait!” I yelled.
Andie’s head turned to me, her lip quivering.
“What the fuck?” said Rodney.
I reached into the bag and pulled out a string of condoms. “You need to wear a condom.”
Rodney snickered. “Says who?”
“I do.” I tried to keep my voice steady. Andie’s head was still turned in my direction, but with the blindfold, it was impossible to even guess at what she was thinking.
“How long you been married?” asked Rodney.
His change of topic threw me. “A few years. Why?”
“You put any kids in her yet?”
“What? No.”
“Maybe you ain’t got strong enough seed. I could fix that for you.” Rodney gave Andie a surprisingly soft kiss on her forehead. “For you too. You want a baby, don’t you? All women do.”
“No!” I yelled.
Rodney’s eyes flamed at me. “What’s the matter? You got a problem with a black man giving a baby to a white woman?”
“No, that’s not it! It’s just—I’m her husband!” I really couldn’t tell if Rodney was serious or just jerking me around. Maybe this was his idea of fun.
I had a sudden image of Rodney fucking Andie without protection, shooting in her, and even though she was on birth control, the pills failing, her being impregnated by a man other than me.
She was on birth control, right?
I had just assumed she was. After all, I’d come in her many times be
fore, she hadn’t got pregnant.
Oh shit, could Rodney be right, could I be shooting blanks, maybe Andie was fertile all this time, fertile right this minute. . .
Andie didn’t speak, which only added to my trepidation. Why didn’t she say anything? Why didn’t she demand the condom? Was she shifting her hips forward, were her legs starting to spread?
Was she waiting for me to intervene, or not wanting me to?
I couldn’t bear the thought. And yet, I couldn’t forget or deny how I’d felt when I’d seen the video of Rick taking her bareback. Unprotected.
“Maybe we should ask your wife,” said Rodney.
I was suddenly very afraid of what Andie might say. I played my last, desperate card. “You said yourself, you don’t know how many men she’s been with since you.” I dangled the condoms. “It’s as much for your protection.”
Rodney hesitated just long enough for me to wonder if he was going to ignore me and fuck Andie anyway. I took the opportunity to rip off a condom and toss it to him. He caught it casually, fingered the package as if he was still deciding, and then pressed it into Andie’s hand.
“You do it,” he said. “But keep in mind what you’re giving up.”
I let out a breath. Time slowed. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was so nervous or whether Andie was hesitating. Finally, she slowly slid back to her knees and once again, showing a familiar expertise, put the condom on Rodney even with the blindfold.
My finger had drifted off the record button. Was that because I was so distracted by what had just happened, or because subconsciously I wanted a keepsake recording where it wasn’t so obvious that Rodney was wearing a condom?
The second Andie had stretched it over Rodney’s quivering cock he pulled her to her feet. Again snatching up her skirt, he pressed into her.
He was going to take her standing up.
She couldn’t possibly be ready, she’d have to be really wet to accept his thick cock. I remembered all the nights, early in our marriage, when I’d spent an hour just getting Andie the least bit lubricated. Rodney yanked at the back of her skirt, the button popping off, and now Andie was helping, shimmying out of it. It pooled at her feet and without warning Rodney grabbed her thighs and lifted her.
Andie yelped, her shoes thudding to the floor as her feet came off the ground, her strong legs seeking purchase around Rodney’s thighs. Rodney rammed his hips up and forward, trying to enter her, but the angle wasn’t right, Andie was pretty tall, she couldn’t work herself up high enough.
Both of them groaned, Rodney angry, Andie. . .in frustration. My wife, frustrated because another man couldn’t get in her fast enough.
My finger jammed down on the record button as I bit my lip.
Rodney suddenly dropped her, eliciting another yelp. He grabbed Andie’s blouse and pulled, buttons flying everywhere, fabric tearing, revealing her half cup bra. Rodney yanked her breasts out and spun her around. She was now facing me, Rodney’s big hands smothering her breasts, groping her in my face.
He started to knead her tits, hard, each pull more forceful, Andie’s upper body pulled down from the tug on her breasts until she was bent over, her ass pointing right at Rodney’s cock.
“Spread,” ordered Rodney.
And so help me she did, her legs flaring out, angrily kicking at her skirt, jumbled and twisted around her ankles.
“Nice ass,” muttered Jamal.
I glanced over at him, and he was shamelessly rubbing himself thought his pants.
Waiting his turn with my wife.
“Nice pussy,” said Rodney, and he slammed his hips forward and up, and though I couldn’t see it all there was no doubt that his aim was right on this time. Andie shrieked, a keeling sound that shifted to a moan of half pain, half pleasure. Rodney wasn’t all the way in, he pulled back for a deeper thrust, and when he did Andie tottered.
Jamal stepped forward. Whether he was going to join in or hold her up I didn’t know.
I took two steps and blocked his path. “My job,” I said.
He grinned at me and made a you go first gesture.
I stood in front of Andie, her hair flying out and hitting me in the stomach as Rodney fucked her. His next thrust threatened to topple her on her face.
There were so many things I was confused about right then: Andie’s past experiences, what she wanted right now, why I was getting turned on as I was being practically humiliated watching my wife get fucked. So I did the only thing I was totally certain about, the one clear thing I absolutely knew had to be done.
I put my hand on Andie’s shoulder and held her up.
So that Rodney could keep fucking her.
And he did, a cocky smile on his lips, his face now just a few feet from my own, his hands possessively on Andie’s hips. He fucked her like he owned her, hard, not caring if she was wet enough or ready enough. He fucked her the way her husband should be fucking her, like she was his.
And for my part, I held on to the bucking bronco who was my wife. I rationalized that if I couldn’t give her the roughness she wanted, if I didn’t have the big cock that Rodney had, I could participate in my own way.
Andie wrapped her fingers around my wrist. Perhaps understanding.
Or maybe just for leverage.
With each thrust her forehead came closer to my chest, her moans became fuller, more demanding, her breaths shorter and shorter. Her hair fell over her face. Rodney fucked her so hard I could hear her breasts slapping against her chest.
Still I held on. It would have been better if I’d used two hands, but I still had the camera, holding it off to the side to get every angle. I wanted to be able to see in the video what I couldn’t see now, Rodney’s cock in Andie’s pussy.
“As good as I remembered,” said Rodney.
Andie’s voice was muffled, out of breath, but I swore she said, “Me too.”
Her grip on my wrist was desperate, Rodney’s strokes unrelenting and deep.
“Don’t care how many men you fucked since me, I bet none of them had as big a dick as mine,” said Rodney. He was looking right at me as he spoke.
This time Andie’s words were clear as a bell. “None of them!”
I cringed, hearing my wife’s admission, her clear desire to please Rodney in both word and deed.
“I bet you want all of it,” said Rodney.
“No, I can’t, you’re too big—”
“Tough shit,” said Rodney, and slammed into her, his hips hitting her ass. Andie let out a loud moan, her fingers clawing at me, her head ramming into my stomach.
And she came.
Her head snapped up, her shoulders shaking violently, her nails digging into my skin. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever witnessed by any woman, not a long buildup but an explosive blast. If I hadn’t been still holding her up I bet she would have collapsed.
Rodney hadn’t been in her but two minutes and she’d already gotten off.
“Bitch,” muttered Rodney. “I didn’t say you could come.” But he sounded pretty pleased with himself. He grabbed her hips, spinning her around, yanking her from my grasp. He dropped across the bed, manhandling her on top of him.
Andie didn’t miss a beat. She reached down and guided his cock inside her.
“Fuck me,” ordered Rodney.
The words weren’t even out of his mouth and Andie was already riding up and down on his shaft. I had an incredible view from behind her. Though she had to be really wet, Rodney’s cock still stretched her, her pussy lips tight around his skin. She set her hands on Rodney’s chest and levered herself up and down, hard and fast.
If it wasn’t clear who was in charge you might have thought she was using his cock to get off.
Throughout all this, Andie was still blindfolded. I wondered why she hadn’t taken it off. She was so into it I couldn’t imagine she’d be in any way reticent to keep going if she could see me. She certainly knew I was still there, that I hadn’t walked out in disgust.
I kept f
ilming.
It was surreal. One part of me was separate from the action, on the set of a porn movie, or peeking in through a motel window, watching a woman I didn’t know fuck a guy on a bed. Another part of me was very much involved, because even with the blindfold, even with her back to me, every inch of that woman was recognizably my wife. Her slender back, her shoulders, her long neck, her amazing ass, even her elegant feet, tightly curled in tense arousal. And if all that evidence wasn’t enough, my twitching cock constantly reminding me who that woman was.
Andie’s ass tightened, her butt cheeks pulling together. Rodney groaned, and I wasn’t sure if it was because Andie was squeezing his cock or whether she had sensed he was close. She dropped her weight on him just as he thrust upward, their bodies colliding louder than a slap on the ass. Rodney grabbed Andie’s forearms and grunted, once, twice, three times, then so many more I lost count, each grunt no doubt coinciding with his ejaculations.
Andie kept going, her body a piston, milking him, using him, being used by him.
“You wish that was all inside you, don’t you,” said Rodney, not a question at all.
“Yes!” screamed Andie, her ass clenching again, but this time for her own orgasm. “Yes, yes!”
If her orgasm was any indication, she sounded like she meant it. This one was long and deep, Andie’s hips a blur, keeping it going. It was impossible not to think of only one thing, Rodney’s seed shooting deep inside her, right up into her womb.
When she was finally done she collapsed onto Rodney’s chest, her back glistening with sweat. Rodney peeled out from below her. She lay unglamorously, but in a wickedly arousing way, spread eagled on the bed on her stomach, her pussy wide open, her clit swollen beyond belief. Her head was buried in the pillow, her breathing so loud she probably couldn’t hear a thing.
“You’re turn,” said Rodney.
