Diana wore a wild smile as sweat trickled down her chest between her breasts. Her beautifully manicured red nails dug into Clark’s ass. He buried his face in the pillows, muffling his moans of pleasure. The cacophony of elicit sounds was music to Diana’s ears. The wet squelching sound of his hole taking her girthy strap-on, the constant smacking of her thighs against his backside, and his whimpers of submission all served to make her feel like the powerful queen she had become. She swiftly brought her open palm down with a powerful slap against his ass. Both of his ass cheeks shined with a rosy hue from her loving discipline.
“I know you love that. Don’t you, slut?” she growled.
“Yes, my Goddess!” Clark answered with a guttural moan.
“I want my little cuck bitch to cum!” Diana demanded.
She could feel the steady stream of precum leaking from her husband’s cock splattering against their thighs as her pace increased. Clark braced himself and pushed his needy hole against her invading shaft. She reached around his body and raked her nails down his chest. She leaned forward and grabbed a handful of his hair. Her hard nipples stabbed his back as their bodies pressed together. Diana grinded her thick rubber cock against his prostate.
“C’mon, sissy. Give me what I want,” she purred in his ear.
“Fuck!” Clark breathlessly moaned.
He was unable to hold back any longer. He released his load, shooting six thick ropes of cum onto the mattress beneath him. Diana slowly pulled out, and her husband collapsed on the bed. She smiled and removed the strap-on, tossing it next to her husband’s limp body.
“I’ll be in the shower,” she giggled, leaving him to clean up their passionate mess.
Diana stepped into the hot spray, rinsing the sweat from her voluptuous frame. She inhaled the soft lavender scent of her body wash as her hands spread the suds over her body. She lost herself in the fantasy of an alpha male taking her. One hand moved to her breasts, teasing her erect nipples. Her opposite hand caressed her plump pussy lips, mimicking the way she desired to be touched. She was snapped back to reality by her husband’s voice.
“Diana, if you want to cum, I’m more than willing to serve you,” Clark said. He stood before, his limp dick still dripping cum.
“I don’t want cum yet, my dear,” she explained. “I like to stay on the edge as long as I can. It makes the orgasm so much more powerful when I finally give in,” she reasoned. She was enjoying her husband’s gaze as he watched her hands continue to tease her body. She saw his cock twitch as he drank in the delicious spectacle she was providing him. “That’s enough for now,” she smirked, turning her back to him and rinsing the suds from her body.
“Do you have plans today?” Clark asked. She stepped out and began to dry off with her towel.
“Just a typical Saturday. I have my appointment at the gym with my physical trainer,” Diana said as she wrapped the towel around her damp hair.
“Are you going to fuck him?” Clark asked bluntly. His forwardness completely caught her off guard. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened as she clasped her hands over her bare breasts. Diana glared at him with amusement, but Clark wouldn’t make eye contact. He sheepishly looked at the floor. His face was flushed with embarrassment after posing such a question to his wife. Diana watched as his cock grew harder. Her husband was fully erect again.
“I had never considered it, Clark. Is that what you want?” she asked with a smile. Clark finally raised his head and looked his wife directly in her eyes.
“The thought of you having your pussy used by a big black cock and then coming home to me…well, honestly, it drives me wild,” he admitted. No words needed to be said. The smile shared between them confirmed their mutual desires. The couple entered their bedroom to get dressed.
Diana dressed in her typical workout clothes with a couple of small changes. Normally, she would slide some sleek panties on. She foregoes that step and pulls her blue booty shorts up. Diana captures her heavy breasts in a red designer sports bra. Clark watches and pulls on a pair of silky panties. He hides the sexy game the couple shares by throwing on sweatpants and a t-shirt. The sexual tension in the air was palpable.
“I want to hear every detail when you return,” Clark said. His wife said nothing. She brought her lips to Clark’s, sharing a passionate kiss with him. Then he watched her beautiful figure disappear as she walked out the door.
An hour later, Diana sat on her yoga mat on the hardwood floor. She looked up at the clock. John was running late. Diana spread her legs. She could smell the musk of her dripping pussy in the air. This new path that Diana and her husband had chosen filled her with desire. She felt a great sense of power having taken control of her marriage. She had never felt so sexy in her whole life, and her body was constantly reacting to this new flood of feelings. Diana heard the click of the door behind her, and she repositioned her legs to hide her damp crotch.
“Sorry, I’m late. I promise you’ll get the full hour!” John apologized in his deep, bass-filled voice as he entered the yoga studio.
“No problem, John,” Diana purred, turning her gaze toward the dark-skinned Adonis. John was a 6’1″ ball of muscles. His head was shaved, and he had a small goatee on his chin. He was wearing a green tank top that clung to his coffee colored muscles. Diana wondered how much cock was hiding beneath his matching green shorts. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him lay out his mat next to hers.
“Let’s start on your stomach, and we’ll stretch out your core,” John instructed with a kind smile. As Diana maneuvered onto her belly, she slyly tugged her sports bra down a bit. She exposed the tops of her areolas. She was a predator, and subtlety was not in her playbook. “Keep your hips against the mat and push up with your arms,” John said. Diana knew what he expected. They always started with this stretch. As she assumed the position, she felt John’s strong hand on her lower back. “Do you feel it right here?” her trainer asked.
“Oh yes, John. I really need a good stretching,” Diana groaned with a knowing smile. Her euphemism went unnoticed by John. She held the position, waiting for her trainer to tell her to move on.
“When you’re ready, transition up into downward dog,” rumbled John’s deep voice. Diana pushed her butt into the air. Her breasts flopped out of her sports bra. John was oblivious. He remained professional, commenting on the perfect angle of her back. Diana spread her legs far too wide, inviting her trainer to correct her. When John noticed her leg placement, he crawled around on his knees behind the flexible beauty. Then the gravity of the situation became fully apparent to him. He placed a hand on each of her thighs. He simply meant to push her thighs slightly closer together to help her achieve perfect form. Instead, the young hunk was met with the sight of the growing wet patch between his client’s legs and the perfect view of her heavy breasts hanging out for his approval.
“Am I doing it right?” Diana asked, feigning innocence with a childlike tone. John’s jaw hit the floor.
“Diana…I can’t. It would be totally unprofessional,” John uttered. “I thought you were married,” he added, averting his eyes from her body. With the agility of a cat, Diana repositioned herself on her back in front of John. Her full ass grazed his knees. Her legs spread wide around his powerful thighs. She propped herself up on her elbows and stimulated her hard nipples.
“It’s funny you mentioned that. It was my husband’s idea. I’ve never had a black cock,” she admitted with a deep moan, pulling on her nipples. Diana knew exactly what she was doing, and she reveled in the power she had with her body and the art of seduction. She kept the pressure on John. She pulled her legs back, placing her elbows behind her kneecaps. Her hands moved down to her plump pussy lips, framing the ever-expanding wet spot on her shorts. His eyes frantically roamed over her body, and she knew his defenses were crumbling.
“C’mon, John. Are you telling me you don’t want to claim this married pussy?” Diana asked in a sultry tone. “That bulge in your shorts tells a different story,” She added, biting her bottom lip.
John’s broad hand moved forward, resting against the warm, damp patch on her shorts. His thumb rubbed up her slit. He brought his hand to his mouth and tasted her juices. Then their eyes met. Diana was so turned on by the fiery hunger in John’s eyes. He reached for the hem of her shorts and tore them open. John buried his face in her exposed pussy and hungrily lapped at her dripping folds. Her hands wrapped around his bald head, pulling his tongue deeper into her sopping core.
“Fucking take me!” Diana begged breathlessly.
Her trainer’s strong arms pinned her to the floor, holding her thighs and giving his tongue unlimited access to her needy pussy. In no time at all, she was approaching her first orgasm. Her legs trembled violently as his skilled tongue overwhelmed her pussy.
“Don’t fucking stop!” she pleaded. She cried out as she felt the shockwaves of orgasmic bliss travel from her clit up her spine. Her pussy erupted, spraying John in his face with her juices. John rose to his feet. He tossed aside his shirt and kicked of his shorts. He stood over her, looking down on Diana as she recovered from her massive orgasm. Her eyes were glued to his massive cock. She scrambled to her knees and wrapped both of her hands around his lengthy shaft. She looked up at him for a moment. Her juices were still dripping from his goatee.
“Worship my black cock,” John commanded with a deep growl.
Diana complied. She laid his cock across her face. She sucked each of his heavy balls. She stroked his shaft. When she began to take his cock into her mouth, John took control. He grabbed her head and aggressively fucked her throat. The room filled with sounds of her gagging. Saliva dripped from her lips, coating her chin and dripping onto her heaving breasts. Diana’s relaxed her throat. John had full access to use her as he pleased. Her blatant submission to him was driving both of them wild.
John was very pleased. Her pulled her to her feet by her hair with his left hand. His tongue plunged into her mouth. Then he growled against her lips, “Do you wanna be black-owned, bitch?”
“Yes!” Diana proclaimed.
“Yes, what, bitch!? You address me as Master!” John snapped back. He slapped her cheek with his free hand.
“Yes, Master! I am yours!” Diana conceded, with pleasure. John hungrily sucked on her neck. He slapped each of her heavy breasts, leaving a pink handprint on each of her heavy tits.
“I’m going to leave my mark on you. Then, you can go home to your bitch husband satisfied,” his deep voice rumbled. Diana winced and begged for more of his dominant touch. Her trainer took her back down on the ground. He positioned himself between her legs. Wrapping his hand around his thick base, he slapped her clit with his engorged head and shaft.
“Hurt me, Master,” she begged. Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer. John completely sheathed his massive cock in her married pussy.
“Fuck! That’s a tight cunt!” he moaned. “How small is your husband?” John asked in disbelief.
“He is half the man you are, Master!” Diana cried out. Her walls trembled around the black cock that was stretching her immaculately. He thrusted aggressively, setting a blistering pace. The married woman lost all sense of time. Her eyes rolled back in her head. His stamina was unlike anything she had ever experienced. John kept her attention by continuing to spank her thighs and tits. Diana cum twice more on his cock, leaving the tattered remains of her shorts dripping with her juices. He pulled his cock from her well fucked hole. She gazed up at him with a look of deep longing. Her eyes were questioning what he was doing.
“We’re not done,” John said with a hearty laugh. “Get that fat fucking ass in the air for me,” he instructed. Diana smiled and got on her hands and knees. She pushed her ass back against him. She needed more. She spread her cheeks wide. John gripped her ass cheeks in his strong hands, holding her in place. He inserted the head of his cock in her pussy. The muscular alpha spanked her hard. He marked her ass with a pink handprint. “Beg me for more!” he rumbled.
Diana let out a shriek. “Please, Master! I need every inch!” she begged. The married beauty attempted to push back and impale herself on the thick black dick. His firm grip spoiled her plans. CRACK! The sound rang out as he spanked her other cheek. He fed her pussy more of his cock.
“Yes!” she wantonly moaned. Finally, he released her hips, and she slammed her pussy back onto him. His hefty balls smacked against her dripping pussy lips. Diana was on a mission now. She wanted to be filled with his load. She moved with purpose and efficiency, repeatedly slamming her quivering pussy onto his throbbing shaft. John’s moans of pure ecstasy only motivated her more. Her walls began to tingle, and she could feel him swelling inside her. She knew both of their peaks were quickly approaching.
He smacked her ass again and announced, “You’re gonna make me cum! Where do you want it, you kinky bitch!?”
“Breed me, Master!” Diana begged breathlessly. His forceful smack on her ass and his crude words pushed her over the edge. Her walls spasmed around the thick shaft, doing their best to milk his full sack. John cried out as she felt his powerful release ricochet off her cervix and fill her canal.
The room fell silent, except for the sound of their heavy breathing. They lay beside each other on the yoga mats. Their chests were heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. The energetic session sapped them both of their energy momentarily, but they were physically satisfied.
“Sorry about your shorts,” John said. Diana made it to her feet and strolled over to the shelf on the wall. She took a towel and wrapped it around her waist.
“Problem solved, but you owe me $50,” she responded. They shared a laugh. Diana excused herself and made her way out of the gym. She was excited to get home and present her used pussy to Clark. When she took her seat in her car, she flexed her Kegel muscles. She was desperate to keep as much of John’s cum inside her as possible.
After the short drive home, Diana entered her house to find her family in the living room. She made eye contact with Clark. The heat behind her gaze told Clark everything he needed to know. Her two youngest daughters didn’t even look up from their phones, but Artemis immediately noticed the towel wrapped around her mother’s waist. “Um, good workout?” Artemis asked, sensing something was off.
“Great, dear!” Diana replied. She turned her attention to Clark. “I am so sore. Could you rub some heating gel on my back muscles?” she asked.
“Of course!” Clark responded, playing along. He dutifully followed his wife up the stairs toward their bedroom. Artemis watched with a raised eyebrow. She didn’t know what her parents were hiding, but she was sure this awkward exchange carried a deeper story.
As soon as Clark closed the bedroom door behind them, Diana threw her towel to the floor and stripped off her sports bra. Clark’s eyes grew wide as he gazed upon the pink handprints on her breasts and her tattered shorts. He immediately wrapped his wife in his arms and kissed her passionately. His lips moved from her lips, down her neck, and onto the raised pink handprints on her breasts. He kissed down her abdomen and pulled her torn shorts down her legs. The handprints on her ass were still warm. He kissed the marks on her body hungrily, like a starving feral animal.
“Tell me everything,” he whispered.
“Do you girls wanna play some video games?” she asked her younger sisters. Both of them eagerly nodded their approval. Artemis had formed a plan in her sharp, youthful mind.
“Go on down to the family room and get things set up, and I’ll join you in a minute,” Artemis urged. Donna and Lyta popped up. They both giggled hysterically as they rushed to the basement to play video games. Artemis watched her sisters disappear out of sight and she silently crept up the stairs. She moved like a ninja. She was determined to not make a sound and alert her parents of her snooping presence.
Slowly, she approached their door and pressed her ear against it. She could hear heavy breathing and hushed tones. After a minute, she could make out exactly what was being said. She was shocked by the filthy words coming from her mother’s mouth. She quickly realized her mom was fucking other men, but she wasn’t cheating. Her father knew about it, and he loved it.
Diana lifted her leg and put her thigh on Clark’s shoulder as he knelt between her legs. A waterfall of thick cum fell from her labia as she opened her pussy to her husband. Clark wasted no time. He filled her hole with his tongue and collected the cum in his mouth.
“I seduced him, Clark. I teased him until he had no choice but…
