looked up at him again, I thought she was going to tear his balls off.
Will didn't blink. Taking her in hand again, he pressed towards her and muttered, "Get on there bitch!"
I didn't know how far he could go with this act. Angie liked to play as much as the next girl, but mostly by her own rules. I worried I'd just cost him his job.
She didn't flinch. Even when he reached down and pinched the other nipple, hardening it even more, she just whimpered then followed his hand as he guided her mouth onto his cock.
I couldn't believe what I was watching her do.
She kept her eyes looking up, on his as he sank that black snake into her throat. She came up a little higher, trying to accommodate the curve of it into her throat. That's when she had to stop looking at him. That's when she looked at me.
That's the first time I ever saw my wife with a black man's cock in her mouth. I knew I was hooked. Her eyes smiled a little bit at me. She held him there for a second and let the head of his cock poke out the side of her cheek. I took myself in hand again and started to rub.
With our little moment over, she turned her attention back to Will. As her head started bobbing up and down on his cock, she started twisting the shaft with her hand. She looked like a porn star, fluffing him for a scene.
He stood there staring down at her. He was getting an eyeful, no doubt. Those big tits of hers were swaying from side to side, the nipples tight pink buds from where he'd pinched her. She was the picture of perfection. I had to stop stroking again.
I guess it was a little too much for Will to take, too.
With a grunt he pulled himself out of her mouth. The head of his cock made a popping noise as it passed her puckered lips.
"Get up on the couch." It was an order.
She scrambled up. I'd never seen her move like that. Like a slave, worried about upsetting her master. She was up and on the couch in a second, her ass pointed towards him, presenting. She looked back and her eyes were wide, full of wonder at what he was going to do.
He eyed her ass for a second. Its pear shape tapering into creamy thighs. Her pussy was still dripping, probably as much from sucking his cock as it was from the orgasm I'd given her. He slapped her ass cheek with the palm of his hand, then pulled it aside, revealing even more wetness, pink flesh and finally her open hole.
"That's a fine pussy, chef," Will said.
She looked up at him. Her mouth dropped open. Mine did, too.
For a second I thought it was all going to be over. I thought him saying that would break the whole thing. Then we all burst into laughter.
Will kind of stood there, chuckling, the back of his hand covering his mouth. I saw Angie look at me and roll her eyes through a veil of giggles. I fell in love with her even more just then.
Once he calmed down, Will didn't waste any time. Still holding her open he pushed a couple fingers inside her, the same way I had.
She gasped and pressed her face against the back of the couch. He fucked her slowly with those fingers, like he was learning what her body needed. I could see him watching her as his hand moved inside her cunt. Once he seemed satisfied, he pulled them out and fed them to her. She sucked on them hard, licking up every last drop of herself, staring at him the whole time.
I thought he was going to push his cock inside her then, but he didn't. He put his fingers back into her and fucked her some more, until he had them good and wet again. I could hear the sticky sounds of her opening and closing around him.
I watched him pull those big, black fingers out of her tight, white pussy slowly. He let out a little "mmm..." sound, savoring the sweet smell of her snatch. Then he dragged the tip of his middle finger slowly up the soft skin separating her two holes and let it rest on the tight, puckered flesh of her ass.
She looked back at him as soon as she felt it there. "Will, no," she warned, scowling.
I looked at him. He didn't give a fuck.