My hot wife – interracial sex story part 4

I got home from work around 5pm (as usual). I cleaned up the dishes, hastily
Putting them in the dishwasher, and quickly turned off the lights and TV before retreating upstairs to wait for Sue and Steve. I sat at the top of the stairs in the dark waiting for them. Dressed only in my boxers and a loose fitting t-shirt, my little cock strained at the material as I imagined what my wife might be doing with her lover. Listening for any movement from the girls, I stroked the tip of my miniature cock and waited. My dick stiff and twitching, my stomach tied in knots, legs weak, sweat dripping from under my arms. After what seemed like an eternity I heard our car pull into the driveway and stop. Two doors opened and slammed shut, then clicking heels moved up our walkway. The front door opened and I could hear muffled voices: one distinctly Sue… the other much deeper and manly than mine: Steve. I tried to make out what they were saying but couldn’t; just a few murmured words, a giggle, some more whispering and then steps down the foyer and into our kitchen… then nothing.

I pulled my small stiffy out of the opening in my boxers. Rapidly tugging at it in the dark; I listened for any sound… the rustling of sheets that would signal one of my daughters getting up for water, or the more guttural sounds that might emanate from downstairs signaling that my wife had filled her cunt with black cock. I didn’t have to wait long… At first I heard chairs being dragged across the kitchen floor. Then, Steve’s voice….. but I couldn’t make out what he was saying…. Then nothing. Minutes passed; I strained to hear them. Finally, I resolved to slip closer. In spit of that Sue had told me to do (stay upstairs with the girls) I had to hear them. Quietly I slipped down the stairs; slowly, one step at a time, every inch bringing me closer to my wife and her lover. Breathlessly I reached the bottom of the stairs and stood next to the front door. I could hear them grunting together from the kitchen. My heart raced at the idea of seeing my beautiful redhead wife servicing her black stud. My little pecker throbbed and pushed against the thin material of my “tightie whitie” underwear. It seemed like my entire body tingled with anticipation as a snuck down the hallway toward the kitchen door. Sounds of animal sex grew louder with each step. As I neared the open door, I crouched down on my hands and knees on the cool linoleum floor. The TV in the living room cast a dull bluish glow into the kitchen letting me make out the details of the scene.

As I looked around the corner and into our kitchen, I finally saw what I had fantasized about for so long. There sitting in one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen table was Steve… completely naked. In the dim light, I could see that he was about as tall as me but much more muscular and very black. I couldn’t make out any facial features except occasionally his eyes as they opened and closed in ecstasy. He was slumped down in the chair with his butt on the very edge. My wife, mother of our three daughters, was squatting over his ebony cock. She had her feet firmly planted on the chair on either side of his torso. Her arms were locked around his neck and she was pumping feverishly up and down… impaling herself on Steve’s cock. Instinctively I reached for my tiny stiffy and began pulling on it.

Sue’s body glistened with sweat as she pumped up and down on her lover’s dick. With each stroke her permed red hair bounced up and down in sync with the motion of her ass. Her back was to me providing me with an unobstructed view of her pussy lips stretched around his solid black pole. Each upward movement almost dislodged his cock from her cunt, with only the very tip remaining inside her. His cock glistened with her juices and I could just make out small droplets of liquid collecting around the base of his cock and balls. This picture would only last for a split second before Sue savagely slammed herself down on Steve’s hardness, each time taking him all the way down to the balls and issuing a throaty grunt. After a few minutes, Sue slowed the pace before pushing even farther down onto her lover’s erection and holding it there. Her ass cheeks pressed down onto his legs and she slowly began working her pelvis back and forth grinding her cunt into his manhood. My wife leaned forward with her entire body, rubbing her small tits into Steve’s chest and kissing him deeply. I could only see the back of my wife’s head and Steve’s black hand that cupped the back of Sue’s head pulling it toward him. The wet sounds emanating from them told me that Steve had his tongue down my wife’s throat as well as his cock in her cunt. Steadily, Sue worked her hips back and forth… then in a circular motion, working his dick deeper into her womb and pressing her clit into his pelvis. I strained to see more detail in the dim cathode light of the TV.