I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the house as I tossed my keys onto the counter. I had caught him, my husband, with his dick in Heather’s mouth. I had sent a text message to two black men in my phone begging them to come to my address paying them bought for their time they agreed.
I was done with his pathetic excuses and his even more pathetic dick. I wanted to show him what a real man looked like, what a real cock could do. I wanted to make him watch as I took two big, strong, athletic-looking black men and showed him how a real woman gets fucked.
I put on my sexiest panties, the black lace ones that hugged my curves just right. I heard the doorbell ring and I knew they were here. I opened the door and there they were, two towering figures, their muscles rippling under their tight shirts.
I let them in, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned to my husband, who was now sitting on the couch, his face pale. “You brought niggers
in my house? How dare you?” he stammered, his voice shaking. I smirked, pulling down their pants, revealing their big, strong black cocks. “Shut the fuck up,” I said, my voice steady. “You have no right to talk inside this house. I suggest you sit lest u catch a fall.”