We had been married for 15 years and had a quiet life. Me, a handsome, strong man, and her, with a little body that made me crazy with lust just to touch her; that perky little ass of hers drove me wild. Then one day I was on vacation at the beach and got an anonymous call telling me I was being cheated on! I panicked at the time, but she swore she had only caught a ride, and I accepted the excuse, though I couldn’t bring myself to believe it, because every now and then the phone would ring and they’d hang up in my face when I answered. So I started watching her in every way I could, and one day, coming back from a trip, I decided to hide under the porch to see if she would go out. It was almost 11 at night, our children were already asleep, when all of a sudden a very old Opala stopped near the corner of my house, which was a little isolated. At first I didn’t think anything of it, because the car was so old, when suddenly I heard the front door open and then the iron gate leading down to the cellar. I got scared and ran into a room in that cellar, leaving the door slightly open. When I saw my wife come down, I lit a candle, breaking a little of the darkness. I thought she might be looking for something, but then I saw a black silhouette coming in through the back gate, which was already open. When he got close enough to the candle, I could see it was the waiter who served us often at the restaurant we used to go to, a tall, strong, even handsome Black man. She had even told me once or twice about the good service we got there. He came over and started kissing her right away, pressing her against a table and squeezing her in every way. All I could hear were her sighs as she hugged him like crazy, full of lust. She was only wearing a thin little nightgown because it was a hot night, and he ran his hands all over her little ass, which was fully on display, and pressed her pussy against his cock, which by then must have been rock hard, because she was moving uncontrollably, sighing with every kiss he planted on the back of her neck. He took off his shirt and shorts, leaving only white briefs, through which I could see the bulge hiding there, and she rubbed her hand over it, wanting to devour him. He was a hairy Black man, and suddenly she pulled down his briefs and asked him to sit on the table, leaving that huge, shiny cock pointing upward—something I had only seen in a few filthy movies, because the thickness was truly out of the ordinary. And she, with no shame at all, something she never did with me, started licking that big head, making it even shinier and harder. She could barely get the head in her mouth because she had such a tiny little mouth, and I started imagining how she could possibly take that, since she complained when I penetrated her with my 18 cm. But the atmosphere kept getting hotter, and by then I already had my cock in my hand, starting to jerk off, watching all of it live, right there close to them. I heard her saying things like that she loved him, that she wanted to belong to him, while she licked his hairy chest and at the same time took off the nightgown and rubbed her pretty little breasts against his as she ground her little cunt against his cock. He grabbed an old mattress that she had probably left there on purpose and lay back with that enormous rod pointing up. I believe it must have been about 25 cm long and 7 in diameter. Without wasting time, she lay on top of him and rubbed herself on him. By then she was already all wet, because I could smell her excited little pussy. He fondled her ass while his shaft brushed over the red lace panties, the kind that made me the craziest. His big cock slid along the crack of her ass, and he tried to push the panties aside to penetrate her, but she kept trying to move his hand away. I think she was afraid it would hurt. He kept insisting and she told him to do it only like that because it was her first time and she was afraid it would hurt, but because the excitement was so intense she would forget herself sometimes and the panties were already completely to the side, and that big head was sliding over her little clit, trying to get in any way it could. She took the cock and rubbed it against the entrance to her little pussy, but every time he tried to press her pussy against his cock, she pulled away, keeping it only at the doorway, in that maddening rhythm. She lay on her side and he got behind her, shoving his cock in, passing through her little slit and going almost to her belly button. She writhed and twisted and moaned with pleasure at feeling that shaft, until she went quiet and asked him to put only the head in, in the same position. He spat into his hand, smeared the whole head of his cock, and started pushing it in slowly. She cried and said enough, but he calmly and tenderly held her from behind, kissed the back of her neck, and all I could see was that huge shaft disappearing inside my tight little pussy, which until then only I had fucked. I could even see how her little opening was stretched wide, swallowing that entire pole that began to go in and out slowly, drawing squeaks from her, as she was already begging him to keep going and picking up the pace more and more. Then, in one movement, she lay down on top of him and took his cock, positioning it toward her pussy, and lowered herself with her body, making that gleaming trunk disappear inside her. She kept grinding and crying over him until he shot all his hot seed inside her, and I could even see the cum running down between her legs. At that moment I came too, blasting my load more than a meter away. She still stayed for about 5 minutes with his cock inside her pussy, and even after I’d finished, I ended up pulling away from her, because I wouldn’t have had the strength to bear my wife getting fucked by that Black man.