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The Uber Driver
🕑 Added 2026-02-01 14:12:08 +0000 UTCHey friends!
Thought I'd deliver something a little different this time around. As some of you know, members message me from time to time with pictures and stories about some of the "adventures" they've been on. This post is based on one of those true stories, fleshed out with the help of the member involved to recreate their night.
A quick heads-up: This is a hotwife story, but it also leans heavily into race play themes. While there are absolutely no slurs, the dialogue focuses on racial contrast and dynamics. If that's not your cup of tea, you should probably sit this one out!
Curious to know what you all think of this. It's shorter and less "story-driven" than what I usually write. If you enjoy it, let me know, I’d love to do a "mail-bag" feature every few months where I share more real stories from the community.
Enjoy!
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The bass from the club still pounded in Cassey's chest as she and John stumbled onto the sidewalk, the cool night air hitting her flushed skin. Her black leather pants caught the streetlight, and she steadied herself against John's shoulder, both of them laughing. They'd been dancing for hours, and both of them had drunk their weight in alcohol.
"Jesus Christ, Cassey," John said, wiping tears from his eyes. "I can't believe you just left that poor guy hanging. He looked like he was about to tear through his pants."
Cassey rolled her eyes, adjusting her black top. "And why were you looking at another man's dick, dear?" She licked her lips her eyes still full of fire and excitement.
"I wasn't," he said, sheepishly. "But, it was hard not to notice with you grinding on him all night."
"Mmm, are you jealous?" Her hand found the front of his pants giving it a squeeze.
"God, you're sexy." He groaned as she pulled her hand away. "You should go back in there. Put the poor bastard out of his misery."
She stopped walking and turned to face him, one eyebrow arched. "Careful what you wish for, babe. Keep talking like that and I just might do it. I bet you could set him off before the car got here."
"Oh, I know I could." She kissed his cheek. "But then, I wouldn't want to leave you out here all alone."
John grinned, that drunk confidence radiating off him. "I want you to."
"No," she said, poking his chest with one finger. "You think you do. But you don't. You would be consumed by jealousy."
Before he could respond, headlights swept across them and a silver Honda pulling up to the curb. Cassey checked her phone. "Too late now." She said with a teasing nudge. "That's our Uber. Shaun."
She opened the front passenger door and slid in before John could say anything. "I like sitting up front," she announced, buckling her seatbelt. "Better access to the radio."
John climbed into the back, and she caught his look in the rearview mirror. She was on a mission to prove this wasn't really what he wanted.
Their driver was a bigger guy, broad-shouldered and solid, with long dreads pulled back. When he greeted them, his Jamaican accent was warm and relaxed. "Evening. Y'all had a good night?"
"The best kind," Cassey said, studying him with obvious interest.
They pulled away from the curb, and she settled into her seat, eyes drifting over Shaun's profile. "So where are you from originally?"
"Kingston." He watched her from the corner of his eye. "Been here about five years now."
"And how long have you been doing this? The Uber thing?"
"Couple years. Good way to meet people, make some extra cash." He glanced at John through the rearview mirror, trying to figure out their dynamic.
Cassey leaned forward slightly, her voice more playful. "I bet you've seen some crazy stuff, right? Picking up drunk people in the middle of the night?"
Shaun laughed, a deep, genuine sound. "Oh yeah. Had someone try to bring a traffic cone into my car once. Another time, couple started arguing about whether dolphins were fish."
"Okay, but..." She bit her lip, eyes sparkling. "Has anyone ever propositioned you? Asked you to end your shift early?"
Shaun's laugh was lower his eyes still on John in the back. "Not by anyone who looks like you."
Cassey grinned at John in the rearview mirror, catching his eyes as she let her hand drift over to rest on Shaun's thigh. "Well," she said softly, "maybe your luck is changing."
Shaun's leg tensed under her touch, but he didn't pull away. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he navigated through the late-night traffic, his breath coming just a little deeper.
"You're bold," he said, his accent thickening slightly.
Cassey's fingers had barely grazed his thigh when she gasped, her eyes catching John's in the rearview. Her hand had found him already hard, straining against his jeans, the shape of him unmistakable even through the denim.
"John... he's—" Her voice was breathy, almost disbelieving. "He's huge."
***
John's world tilted.
There was a lump in his throat he couldn't swallow past, and his hands were shaking where they gripped his knees. This wasn't supposed to be real. The teasing at the club, the flirting. It was just talk. Just the alcohol and the fantasy they sometimes whispered about in the dark.
But now his wife's hand was on another man's cock. Right in front of him. In the front seat of a stranger's car.
She won't actually go further, he told himself. She's just playing. Testing me.
But even as he thought it, he felt his own body betraying him, heat pooling low in his gut, his pulse hammering in his ears and his own hardness straining against his pants.
***
"What about him?" Shaun's voice was rougher now, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.
Cassey's touch grew bolder, her palm pressing firmly against him, fingers tracing the length of him through the fabric. "He'll stop it if it goes too far." She turned to look at John directly, her lips curving into a dangerous smile. "Besides, this is what he wanted... right, dear?"
Before John could answer, before he could even process the question, she unbuckled her seatbelt with a sharp click and leaned over the center console.
The sound of the zipper cut through the car like a shotgun blast. John flinched in the backseat, his the pulse point in his neck threatening to rip from his skin. This was real. This was actually happening.
Cassey's giggle was breathy, almost giddy. "Oh my god..." Her voice dripped with genuine awe. "Baby, he's so big. I can barely... my hand doesn't even fit around it, look."
John leaned forward despite himself, catching a glimpse in the flickering streetlights. The contrast of her pale fingers against Shaun's dark skin caused his breath to hitch. Her hand stretch around it, her fingers nowhere close to touching as she gently stroked him, and John saw a thick vein pulse. It was obscene. It was intoxicating. It made his stomach drop and his cock ache simultaneously.
"Jesus Christ," Shaun breathed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as the car suddenly accelerated knocking John back.
Casey licked her lips and looked back at her husband one last time. "Last chance, lover. Still think you want me to go through with it?"
John's mouth opened. No sound came out. His hands trembled where they gripped his knees.
She held his gaze for three heartbeats. Four. Then she smiled and her head began to dip lower.
"Fuuuuck—" Shaun jerked the wheel, the car swerving slightly into the next lane.
A horn blared beside them causing John to twist to look out the window, ensuring no one saw what was happening just three feet in front of him.
Cassey pulled back just enough to laugh, glancing at the car beside them. "They're just jealous they're not getting the same treatment." Her gaze drifted to her husband and held it as her tongue flattened over the underside of their driver's cock.
John couldn't breathe.
The world seized to exist around him. All he could see was his wife's head in another man's lap, his hand tangled in her hair, all punctuated by loud slurping sounds that sounded like they were coming from the speakers.
Cassey's head bobbed in Shaun's lap, her dark hair spilling over his thigh. John could see the movement of her jaw, the way her hand gripped Shaun's base, yet so much of his cock was left uncovered. The streetlights strobed across them—light, dark, light, dark—each flash revealing another detail, another inch of Shaun's impossibly long cock disappearing in his wife's tiny mouth. John's brain was short circuiting trying to process and file it away.
He watched her throat flex as Shaun's hand rested on the base of her neck, pushing her further down despite her muffled protests... or were those muffled moans?
"Mmmmpffh." Cassey's palms relaxed on Shaun's thighs and he began to rock his hips. The wet slurping noises grew louder as she took him deeper, followed by a choked gasp when she went too far. Her face was a mess of running mascara, saliva and Shaun's own juices. She pulled back with a gasp, a string of spit connecting her lips to Shaun's cock, and then she was back on him, the sounds even louder now, wetter, more frantic.
John's hands made their way to the front of his pants as he contemplated pulling his own dick out. His wedding ring bit into his palm. This was his wife. Those sounds were coming from his wife and he was just sitting back watching.
"Fuck, man," Shaun's voice cut through the haze. His eyes found John's in the rearview mirror. "You're a lucky son of a bitch. You know that?"
The car slowed for a red light, and Cassey suddenly pulled off completely. John's heart leapt. She was stopping. She'd made her point. This was over.
But then she was pulling her black top over her head, tossing it onto the passenger seat. Followed quickly by her undershirt and her bra. In the glow of the traffic light, John could see her flushed chest, her hardened nipples.
"God, I'm so fucking horny," she breathed, looking at Shaun with glazed eyes. "I've never had a real man before." Her hands came up to grasp her breasts, squeezing her hard nipple poking between her fingers, and then she lowered her mouth back down, taking Shaun even deeper than before.
"Holy shit," Shaun groaned, his hips bucking. The light turned green and he accelerated, one hand still tangled in her hair. "You hear that, John? Your wife says she's never had a real man." He laughed. "Guess you've been coming up short, huh?"
John's face burned with humiliation even as his cock throbbed painfully. He wanted to defend himself, to protest, but what could he say? His hand was rubbing the front of his slacks to the same pace as his wife's head bobbed in another man's lap. The worst part, he felt like he was going to cum if he didn't stop.
"She's incredible," Shaun muttered. "Taking me so deep... bet you've never heard her gag like that before, have you?"
"Glug, glug, glug." The obscene sounds seemed to intensify as Cassey roughly rolled her hard pebbles through her fingers.
John looked out the window, afraid that if we watched a second longer he would explode before Shaun. The thought made the world tilt. Was she going to finish him off? Would he cum in her mouth? On her face, her exposed chest?
His cock ached as familiar streets came into view. Two more turns and they'd be home. His house. Their bedroom just upstairs from where they'd park.
"Oh fuck, I'm close," Shaun warned, his voice tight. "Your girl's gonna make me—"
Cassey's response was to take him to the base, her hand moving faster, and John watched Shaun's entire body go rigid. His knuckles went white on the steering wheel. A guttural sound tore from his throat.
"Fuck, fuck, Oohhhhh fuuuuck—"
The car swerved slightly as Shaun climaxed, his hips jerking, and Cassey stayed with him through it all. John could see her throat working, swallowing, and the visual nearly undid him completely.
They pulled up to the house, the porch light casting warm yellow across the driveway. The car rolled to a stop. For a long moment, no one moved. John could hear all three of them breathing hard in the aftermath.
Cassey finally sat up, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. Her lipstick was smeared, her hair disheveled, her bare chest still heaving. Her eyes were bright with satisfaction.
"Thanks for the ride, Shaun," she giggled.
"Anytime." He took a deep breath, trying to recover. "Seriously. Anytime."
She turned in her seat, looking back at John with a mischievous grin that made his stomach flip. Her fingers played at the door handle, but she didn't open it yet.
"So, baby." She grabbed her discarded clothes but didn't bother putting them on. "Should our new friend come upstairs with us?"
John's hand trembled on the door handle. His mouth was dry, his answer caught somewhere between his brain and his tongue.
"I—" he started.
Shaun had already killed the engine and was opening his door. Cassey cocked her eyebrow at her husband as if to ask if he was going to do anything. When no words came out her eyes became soft. "Don't say I didn't try to stop it." She climbed out of the car, her clothes bundled in her hand as Shaun appeared by her side and wrapped his large arm around her like he owned her and walked her to the front door.
John fumbled with the keys, dropping them more than once as he rushed to get the door open. He didn't want the neighbors to look out and see Cassey like this. Her sigh broke his train of thought and he looked up to see Shaun pawing at her bare chest, her hands running through his dreads as the door finally swung open.
***
Once inside, all pretenses were shattered. Cassey had barely tossed her clothes onto the sofa before Shaun had her pinned against the wall, his head on her chest.
"Uhhh fuck. Not.. not so hard," she protested weakly as his teeth latched onto the taut cap at the end of her breast.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? To be taken by a real man. To be properly fucked." He bit down harder and Cassey's legs turned to gel, clinging to Shaun's neck to stay upright.
John stood frozen in the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob. Move. Say something. Do something. But his body wouldn't respond. His wife was making sounds he'd never heard before. These high, desperate whimpers that seemed torn from somewhere deep inside her. His mind was in a fog, taking precious seconds to catch up. Had Shaun said fucked? Was Cassey really going to let him... Would his cock even... He'd just cum in the car, surely he wouldn't be able to go again.
John was spiraling. He looked at the sofa. Was that where he would take her? Would she just bend over the back of it, would he lay her flat? Or maybe he would take her right there on the wall. Just inches from where their wedding photos hung. He wondered if Cassey even registered the photos. Her eyes hadn't opened since Shaun started to work her chest, and judging by the way she was chewing on her lip she was long past caring.
When Shaun finally stepped back, Cassey's eyes fluttered open. They were glazed and unfocused, like she was surfacing from deep water. Her chest was marked with angry red teeth impressions circling her swollen nipple. But the look in her eye was what made John's heart stop and his cock steel. It was a look he'd never seen before. One of pure sex, and she was giving it to Shaun.
"Do... do you have a condom?" Cassey asked as Shaun unbuttoned his pants and began to slide them down his toned thighs.
John's vision began to go dark and narrow as Shaun's pants hit the floor and his thickness sprung free. Here in the light of the house it was even bigger than John had thought and so much thicker. He glanced to his wife, her eyes were glued to the dark monster in front of her, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.
"Does it look like this thing can fit a condom?" He took a step toward Cassey, lifting his feet from his discarded pants. "You're going to take it bare and then you're going to tell your husband just how much better black dick is."
"Maybe we should—" John started, but his wife was already reaching forward, her tiny hand wrapping around it, her thumb smearing precum across the flared ridge.
"You're overdressed." Shaun's eyes darted to the black leather pants she wore. "And I've been imagining just how good that ass looks since you stepped into the car."
Cassey's hands moved to the button of her leather pants. Her fingers were shaking she had so much nervous energy. While she didn't fully expect for things to have gone this far, now that they had there was no way she could stop it even if she wanted to. She worked the zipper of her pants down slowly, the pull the only sound in the room other than everyone's labored breathing.
"Cassey," John's voice cracked. "He... he said he doesn't have a condom."
She paused, looking back at him over her shoulder as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband. "You had your chance to stop this, baby." She started to push the leather down. "Now it's too late."
"Wait." Shaun's hand covered hers, stopping her. Cassey looked up at him, confused. "You still need to get me hard before I can fuck you properly." His grin was wolfish as he moved to the sofa, settling into it like a king on a throne. "And there's nothing sexier than a woman dancing for what she wants."
He spread his legs, his half-hard cock resting against his thigh, and looked at John. "Got any beer in the fridge? Grab me one, will ya?"
John's face burned. The humiliation crashed over him in waves, but underneath it his cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He was being ordered around in his own house while his wife danced for... no, stripped for another man.
"Go on now," Shaun ordered, dismissively.
John's feet moved on autopilot, carrying him toward the kitchen. Behind him, he heard music start. Cassey must have grabbed her phone. A slow, bass-heavy beat filled the room.
He opened the fridge, the cold air from the fridge barely registering against the heat on his face. His hands shook as he grabbed a can. When he turned back, he froze in the doorway.
Cassey had begun to dance.
Her hips rolled in slow figure-eights, her hands tracing up her body as she stood between Shaun's spread legs. The black lace of her panties caught the light. She turned, showing him her ass, and slowly bent forward, her hands on Shaun's knees.
"Fuck yes," Shaun breathed, his hand sliding up her thigh—his dark fingers stark against her pale skin. Before John could process the image, a thunderous crack echoed through the house as Shaun's palm connected with her ass, leaving an angry red handprint on the white flesh.
John couldn't move. Couldn't look away. His wife was giving this stranger a lap dance in their living room. A moan escaped her lips, as her hips continued to grind against his naked cock. John nearly dropped the beer on the floor. He'd never slapped her like that. Would have never thought she was into it. But as another slap rang through the air and Shaun's dark hand gripped her reddened ass cheek, John couldn't help but noticed the way her movements became more desperate.
"Show me how bad you want this big black cock, girl."
Cassey straightened and turned, straddling one of Shaun's thighs. She rolled her body against him, her hands mashing her chest together as she teased her nipple. She lowered her body, gasping as her barely covered pussy grinded against his manhood. Her hands flew to his dreads, and John could see the wet spot forming on her panties where she continued to ground against Shaun.
The man's hands were everywhere—gripping her ass, sliding up her sides, palming her breasts. When he pinched her nipple, still sensitive from his teeth, Cassey gasped and arched into him. It was like she belonged to him, and in the moment maybe she did. John was thankful he still had a beer in his hand otherwise he wasn't sure he'd be able to resist touching himself.
Minutes passed. John stood frozen with the beer can sweating in his hand, watching his wife work herself into a frenzy on another man's lap.
Finally, Cassey pulled back, breathing hard. The wet spot on her panties had spread, the black lace visibly soaked.
Shaun's hand slid between her legs, fingers pressing against the damp fabric. "Damn. Does your pussy always get this wet, or is it knowing you're about to get fucked by a real man that did it?"
Cassey bit her lip, her hips rocking forward into his touch, wanting to feel it deeper. "It's you," she admitted breathlessly. "It's because of you."
"Turn around," Shaun commanded. "Slowly pull those panties off. Show your husband what he's giving up."
Cassey turned, facing John. Their eyes met as her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her thong. Behind her, Shaun reached for the beer. John stepped forward numbly, handing it over.
Shaun popped the tab and brought it to his lips as Cassey began to peel the soaked lace down her thighs. The fabric clung to her wetness before finally releasing. She stepped out of them, her pussy glistening in the lamplight, and tossed the panties at John.
They hit his chest. He could smell her arousal, before they fell to the floor at his feet. John stared down at them, at the dark wet patch in the center, evidence of just how aroused his wife was for another man.
Shaun drained half the can in one long pull, then tossed it to John. It hit his hands with a wet smack, beer sloshing onto his shirt.
"Where's the bedroom?" Shaun asked, standing.
"What's wrong with right here? Her fingers were already dipping between her wet folds.
"Don’t want him changing his mind before I take every hole you got. You are mine all night. Right?"
"Ohhh fuck," Cassey and John whispered in unison.
Cassey looked at John one last time. Her pupils were blown wide, her chest heaving, her thighs slick with arousal. She'd never looked more beautiful or more lost to him.
"It's right down the hall. I'll show you."
"Come on then," Shaun said, and let her lead him down the hall toward their bedroom.
***
The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, and Shaun twisted the lock making her heart beat faster. The sound echoed in the quiet room. This was it, she was going through with it.
"There," he said, turning to face Cassey. "Now your husband can't come running in after he hears how much I make you beg."
Cassey licked her lips, her breath coming fast. She was completely naked now, standing in the middle of her own bedroom while this stranger, a man she'd met less than an hour ago, looked at her like she was his to devour.
"Now, where were we?" Shaun pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a broad, muscled chest. "Oh right, I remember."
He gave her a playful smile, then pushed her face first into the mattress. Her squeal morphed into a gasp as his hips pinned her thighs apart, the weight of him hotter than anything she'd experienced with John.
Cassey's fingers scrabbled at the sheets as Shaun's hand palmed her ass. It was more aggressive than in the living room, like he was trying to discover her limits, he would find none. His free hand curled into her hair, wrenching her head back as he plunged two fat digits into her pussy.
"Ohhh, God." The moan escaped her before she could stop it. His fingers pushed into her, knuckles deep, bringing a wet squelching sound with it. There was no way John didn't hear her.
"Fuck you're tight. Hubby has a real small dick, doesn't he?" He curled his fingers, hitting that wet spongy spot that John couldn't reach. Her hips jerked backward, wanting him deeper despite having never felt so full before.
He pulled harder on her hair, making her yelp as her spine arched against his chest. From his angle she could feel his cock posed against her ass, as he continued to work his fingers inside her cunt. "I asked you a question," he hissed against her ear. "Does hubby have a small dick?"
He pulled his fingers from her pussy causing her to sigh. His teeth scrapped against her shoulder as she pushed back against his manhood.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" Shaun demanded again, his fingers pumping into her relentlessly.
"Yes, he—" Cassey's voice broke as pleasure crashed through her. "He has a small dick."
"Louder. Let him hear you."
Cassey's face burned with shame even as her pussy clenched around his fingers. "He has a small dick!"
Guilt flickered through her mind, John was right outside that door, but then Shaun's fingers curled again and all she could think about was how badly she wanted to feel Shaun inside her.
"And this?" Shaun ground his cock against her ass, letting her feel every thick inch. "How does this compare?"
"Bigger," she gasped. "So much bigger."
"And you're going to take every inch." He flexed his hips, letting his cock brush against her opening. Her moan pitched higher, and she fell to her forearms desperate for him to push forward. Shaun released her hair, placing both hands on the swell of her ass as he nudge his cock forward.
"Oohhhh—"
The sensation took her breath away. Her lips parted, welcoming his girth as the rigid crown of his cock speared her. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets, waiting for Shaun to push his hips forward, but it never came.
"Your body was made for this. You want it don't you? You want my cock." He squeezed her ass, his thumb drifting over the tight passage. "Say it. Let your husband hear you want it."
"I want it," Cassey gasped. Her mind flashed to John. He probably had his ear pressed to the door, his dick in his hand. This wasn't how she expected it to go, she thought he was going to be present, to watch her as she took her first black cock. "Please, Shaun. I want your cock."
"Again!" His hand crashed down on her ass appreciating how it rippled.
"I want your cock!" The words tore from her throat. "Please fuck me with your big black cock!"
Shaun pushed forward, more than half his dick disappearing between her legs. Her eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan of ecstasy. A low chuckle escaped Shaun's lips as he felt her inner muscles ripple around his girth. His tongue flicked her earlobe as he leaned forward. "Only half way in. Tell your husband how it feels."
"So full. God, I feel so fucking full." She wasn't lying. The stretch was unlike anything she could have imagined. Her toes curled into the sheets, the smell of her arousal assaulting her nose as she tried to adjust to the sensation. Her fingers slid between her legs.
"No!" He pulled back slightly causing her to gasp. "You touch yourself and I stop. When you're with a real man, you don't need to use your fingers."
Cassey whimpered and quickly removed her hand. She was rewarded with Shaun's grip on her hips tightening, his dick pushing deeper inside of her.
"Ahh, fuck. You feel so good." Cassey bit down hard on her lip enjoying the sensation of being stretched unbearably wide. The wet sound of her accommodating him filled the room, syncopated by her labored breathing. She reached behind her, finding Shaun's muscular thigh and pulled him deeper, desperate to feel his hips against her ass.
"That's it," Shaun groaned, his hips finally meeting her ass. "Every... fucking... inch."
Cassey couldn't speak. Couldn't think. She was completely, impossibly full. Her body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by sensation.
"Tell him," Shaun commanded, pulling back slowly. Her nails scraped his thighs when just the tip remained inside her, before slamming forward again with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. "Tell your husband what it feels like to be properly fucked."
"I—" Cassey's voice cracked as he picked up his pace. ""F-Fuck." Her head lolled back and forth, as her body responded to his ruthless pace. "J... John, I'm so full. He's—oh God—Shaun is so deep inside me."
The headboard continued to knock against the wall at a rapid pace as sweat began to drip from Shaun's body onto Cassey. His nostrils flared as he watched her body struggle to accommodate him.
"Does your husband fuck you like this?" Shaun's hand tangled in her hair again, pulling her head back.
"No!" The admission tore from her. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But her body was already responding, hips pushing back to meet each thrust. "Never like this!"
"That's because he's not man enough." Shaun's other hand reached around, finding her clit. "But I am. Say it."
Cassey's orgasm was building faster than she could process. The fullness, the friction, his fingers working her clit. It was too much. "You're... Oh fuck. you're more man than my husband!"
"Good girl." His thrusts became harder, faster. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with her desperate moans. "Who fucks you better." He slapped her ass. "Say my name."
"S... Shaun."
"Tell your husband who owns this pussy."
Cassey's world shattered. Her pussy clenched around him as the orgasm ripped through her.
"Shaun... Ohhh... Mmm fuck. Shaun owns this pussy."
He pulled out with a pop, dragging the head of his cock across her swollen lips. Cassey's cries of protest strangled in her throat as Shaun smiled down at her.
"P... put it back in," she whined, wiggling her hips, desperate to find the hard steel that gave her so much pleasure.
"Oh I will." His palms rolled over her back, wiping the sweat from her body. "After all, we're just getting started." His hands rolled over her ass, spreading her cheeks. "After all, I did say I was going to take every hole tonight."
Cassey's hips lifted, her gasp sharp as Shaun's thumb slid across her stretched rim. "Wait—" Her fingers tightened in the sheets as Shaun applied the lightest pressure against her back passage. "There's... there's lube in the nightstand. Top drawer."
Shaun's laugh vibrated against her back. "Is that right?" He reached over, pulling open the drawer and retrieving the bottle. "Well, well. Looks like someone's been prepared for this." He held it up, shaking it slightly. "Tell your husband what's about to happen."
Cassey's face burned. "John, I... I told him where the lube is."
The bottle popped open. "Keep going." He slicked himself generously. He wanted it to be pleasurable for her. "Tell him why you told me."
The cool gel dripped onto her ass, sliding down her warm skin. "He... he's going to fuck my ass." She shivered in anticipation.
"Just relax, baby. You'll be cumming for me again in no time." His free hand stroked her lower back, feeling her tense as he nudge her entrance. "Good girl. Let me in."
Cassey tried, forcing her muscles to unclench. His cock was unlike anything she'd experienced. The pressure continued to build causing her to cry out.
"Ahhh... He... Oh God... John, he's... he's in my ass."
Despite it only being the tip, the fullness had her seeing stars. Her hands clenched and unclenched against the sheets, her lungs filling with air.
"That's it. How's it feel?" Shaun asked, pushing deeper..
"It burns." Her voice broke into a moan. "Uhhh, slower Shaun. Go slower, please."
"That's my girl." He added more lube as inch by torturous inch slipped inside her tight passage. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with fire.
"John—" Cassey's voice was ragged. "It... oh fuck, he's in my ass, baby. Shaun is fucking my ass."
Shaun paused, letting her adjust to the intrusion. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks gently, spreading her wider as he held himself still. "You're doing so good, baby. This ass is incredible. Just breathe."
Cassey's breath came in short gasps. The burn was intense, but underneath it, something else was building. A fullness that was different from anything she'd felt before, deeper, more consuming.
"Yessss." The moan caught her off-guard, even Shaun paused behind her to ensure he'd heard it correctly. Then, she pushed her hips backward, bouncing off his hips. "Fuuuck. More."
"You sure?" Shaun could barely hide the satisfaction in his voice.
"Yes. God, yes. Give me more."
He pushed forward with more urgency, and Cassey's back arched sharply. "Fuuuuck—John, he's so deep. I can feel him, oh God, I can feel every inch in my ass."
"That's it," Shaun groaned. "Take it. Take all of this black cock in that tight ass."
Her body struggled to accommodate him, muscles fluttering and clenching around his girth. The burn intensified, but so did the pleasure radiating through her core. She reached between her legs, her fingers finding her dripping pussy.
"Look at you," Shaun breathed, watching her fingers work. "So fucking wet while I take your ass. You love this, don't you?"
Cassey's body tensed, building toward another, more powerful, climax. Each thrust had her panting for more. The sensation only intensified by Shaun's approval.
"Yes," Cassey sobbed. "John, I love it. I love having his cock in my ass."
Shaun pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, burying himself another inch. The headboard thumped against the wall—once, twice, establishing a slow rhythm.
"I'm going to cum in your ass." His pace increased, his breathing growing more rapid. "I'm going to fill your tight ass with my seed."
Cassey's fingers circled her clit faster. "Yessss. Oh fuck. Give me your cum—" Her voice broke on a moan. "Cum for me Shaun. Ohhhh I want to feel it."
"Goddamn right." Shaun's hand came down on her ass, not as hard as before, but enough to make her clench around him. The sensation dragged a scream from her throat.
He was nearly fully seated now, his hips almost flush with her ass. Each shallow thrust went deeper than the last, stretching her, claiming her.
"you're going to cum again aren't you? You're going to cum with my cock buried in your ass and your husband locked outside."
"Yes. Oh fuck, Shaun, make me cum again." Her fingers moved frantically, her orgasm building with terrifying speed. The dual stimulation of his cock stretching her impossibly wide, while her fingers worked her swollen clit was overwhelming.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Shaun, I'm so close—"
"Your husband is quiet. He probably already came. Sprayed all over his hand while listening to you cum for a real man."
Cassey shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her with devastating force. Her pussy clenched around nothing while her ass spasmed around Shaun's cock. At the same moment, Shaun buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with rope after rope of hot cum.
"Shaun!" she screamed. "Oh God, Shaun!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" Shaun's entire body tensed as he emptied himself inside her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
They came together, their bodies locked in shared ecstasy, while the headboard hammered against the wall and Cassey's screams echoed through the house.
In the hallway, John stood frozen, his own release staining his pants untouched, as he heard his wife scream another man's name.
***
The bedroom door opened fifteen minutes later.
Shaun emerged, shirt in hand, still fully nude. He chuckled when he saw John. He was right where Shaun expected him to be, slumped against the hallway wall, his pants still stained, his face pale.
Their eyes met.
As the large black man stepped toward him, John scurried up the wall on shaky legs.
"Put your number in," Shaun said pulling out his phone.
John’s hands shook as he took the phone, his fingers fumbling over the keys. He didn’t try to process what the man who had just fucked his wife to multiple orgasms was saying. He simply did as he was told. After entering his number, he handed the phone back without a word.
Shaun pocketed it with a smirk. "This was fun." He clapped John on the shoulder like they were the best of friends. "Give me a call when you want to do it again."
Then he was gone, the front door clicking shut behind him.
John stood frozen in the sudden silence. His heart hammered in his chest. His cock still hard, despite having just cum. Slowly, on autopilot, he pushed away from the wall and moved toward the bedroom.
Cassey was still on the bed, sprawled face-down on the sheets, her body limp and spent. Her hair was a tangled mess, her skin sheened with sweat and other evidence of what had happened. She didn't turn to look at him when he entered.
John sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch her. His throat was tight.
"So," Cassey's voice was hoarse, muffled against the pillow. She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes. "Do you regret it?"
John looked at his wife. At the marks on her skin. At the way she could barely move. At the devastation and transformation written across every inch of her.
"No," he said quietly, honestly. The smell of sex making his eyes water. "That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced."
Cassey's lips curved into a tired smile. "I was hoping you'd say that."
"I..." John swallowed hard. "I can't wait to do it again."
She reached for his hand, her fingers threading through his. "Me neither."
***
*THE END*
Comments
Jay Muney
OMFG....SOOOO HOT...Can't wait for Chapters 2-17 !!
