We were expecting a visitor one Saturday afternoon. His name is D, and he was coming from abroad all the way to our quaint town in upstate New York. He had called hours ago to announce his arrival and said he needed first to check into his hotel room, which I had booked for him regarding his two week stay. Later, when he was good and ready, he would come over. I'd furnished him with our home address and sent him money to pay for his taxi ride. His entire stay
would be taken care of by me. We were anxious and excited to meet him, especially my wife Andrea. Andrea was far more excited than me. She had ransacked her closet trying to decide what to wear to excite D. She had changed into three different lingerie within the hour and ask which I thought was better. I told her it didn't matter which she preferred, as I knew D would desire her more. It was approaching noon when D
called to say he was on his way. He needed to decompress for several hours due to the lengthy flight getting here for halfway across the world. I offered the phone to Andrea, as she was eager to hear his voice. She told him that she was dying to see him. D said he was enrude. Half an hour later, a taxi drew to a stop in front of our driveway. I peeped out of the window, and sure enough d had arrived. I looked around and didn't spy any our
neighbors nosing about. I opened the door as he approached, shook his hand and invited him inside. What's up, white boy? Deed took off his hat and jacket and passed them to me. I feel a lot better now I'm here. Where's your woman at right here? D? We both looked to where the voice came from. Andrea stood near the top of the stairs, looking gorgeously sexy in a white
lace lingerie and thigh stockings. She strutted down the stairs and stopped to hug and kiss d while I made past them to go and find a safe place for his items. Andrea led him to the sofa and settled beside him. How is it's your trip? Tiresome is what I call it, he said, especially getting here from La Guardia. But I'm here now as promised, Yes you are. I never thought you'd make it over when Leo said you would. I often feared you'd played us for a con game.
I never play when it comes to fulfilling promises, said D. I hurried to the living room to see they were already kissing and caressing each other. Andrea stretched her leg over his thighs to enable him caress the underside of her flesh. D pulled back and took a moment to caress her figure. While absorbing the moment, I settled quietly in a chair across from them, trying to appear unnoticed. Tell me, did you get white boy to wear his
cage as I told you to? Andrea nodded, then addressed me, go ahead and show D what you're wearing, honey air. Do you think I should stop being a whiner and show him? She snapped. I rose to my feet reluctantly, undid my belt buckle and then and unzip my fly, letting my pants crumble to my ankles, and lifted my shirt while squeezing my face with embarrassment. D and Andrea laughed. At the sight of my penis enclosed in a black chastity cage. They're snickering grated on my nerves. It made
me feel smaller than longer. I stood there waiting for their next instruction. That's quite a caged penis. If ever I see one, D chuckled. How does it feel wearing it? White boy, it feels nice, sir, I muttered. Go ahead, honey, tell Master D how much you've liked it since you first wore it. Go ahead, tell him, Yes, I really do enjoy wearing them, I said, while gazing down at my feet at my dangling penis enclosed in its cage. Go ahead and tell him what happened the last time
someone saw you wear it, said Andrea. I was hoping she wouldn't get me to admit to this, and yet there she had said it, and I had no choice but to recall the day I got humiliated at work. I shut my eyes as the memory replayed before my eyes. I was in the restroom taking a piss, I said. I was alone inside, or so I thought, and I was busy unlocking my chastity cage when I heard a toilet flush behind me. One of my colleagues stepped out and came to stood beside me. He looked towards me,
saw what I was doing, and laughed uproariously. He laughed at you wearing your cage, asked D. I nodded with shame. He asked whose decision it was for me to wear a cage. When I said it was my wife's choice, he laughed even louder. D and Andrea laughed at the thought of me getting caught at my work place. What I never told them was that I'd had to beg my coworker not to reveal what he'd seen to anybody.
I'd had to offer him twenty dollars for it. He promised he wouldn't, but I still remember him chuckling as he tucked the money into his pocket before leaving the restroom. It was a chuckle, that, said he lying, though it had been a week since that event and I was yet to be confronted by anyone at work. Keep up the good work, white boy, D said, then turned to Andrea and I hope you've been teaching him how to use your black dildo. Oh, yes, Leo is excellent when
it comes to sucking my dildo. Andrea turned to me and said, how about you come over and show Master D what you've learned so far, Darling. I nodded and first clumsily extracted my feet out of my pants, got out of my shirt, then approached them. D and Andrea had resumed their kissing and fondling while I knelt before them and began unzipping Master D's pants. He adjusted himself to enable me dig deep past his pair of briefs
to unfurl his stallion black cock. His cock was so good looking even Andrea couldn't help compliment it, as it was both our first time to see it in person. Wow, it's so fucking beautiful, she gushed. Andrea came and knelt beside me, and as appropriate, I allowed her to have first DIBs at samplelling our black master's cock. Andreas swept her lengthy blonde hair from her face before applying her
mouth to her master's cock. I assisted with sweeping her hair over her shoulder while she dipped her head to ingest more of his organ. I was awed by the side of her sucking her first black cock like she were a pro, like she had been sucking black cock since she was a teen. Seeing her, one would have mistaken that she had long been a black cock war since when that desire actually took off months ago, when I first broached the subject about wanting her to submit
to a black man, to a real man. I've always known for a fact that only a superior black man would make my wife happy in content, sexually in bed. This yere was flagrant proof that I was right. Her mouth stayed locked on Master D's cock while her hand cradled his testicles and the other remained wrapped around his shaft. Rivers of saliva dribbled down her mouth, coating his foreskin. She would break off to take gult air, then returned to her task after she held his cock towards me.
And then it was my turn to show him what I'd learned. Andrea and I had enjoyed countless pleasure playing with her black dildo that I bought her several months ago, back when we began corresponding with D. He suggested I purchase a black dildo and that we both take turns utilizing it, declaring it would be beneficial when we eventually meet.
He couldn't have been so right with his prediction. I rolled my tongue over the tip of his prick and gave it a smooching kiss, before withdrawing to make room for Andrea to continue from where she had stopped. I caressed her backside and swept her hair over her shoulder while she masticated on her black lover's cock. Eventually, D tapped her shoulder and gestured at her to come to him. Andrea rose to her feet and adjusted herself to straddle him.
I watched as D worked his prick against her pussy's entrance before Andrea lowered herself onto his manhood. Oh, she gasped, Oh, awe, awe. Andrea continued as her pussy digested more and more of his girth. I stayed on my knees with both hands resting on her hips, looking like a foreman at a construction site, as she took more of what D had brought for her. It was amazing that Andrea's pussy didn't rip apart the longer she got to ride him. His
girth took up every space in her pussy. Watching her butt contract each time she lifted herself was captivating to my eyes. This was everything I'd wanted to witness happened to my wife. The fact that I'd finally made this dream become a reality was incredible. This is what you've been waiting for, right babe, DE addressed Andrea. Oh God, yes, she stopped to kiss him long and passionate. Her voice
was breathless when she spoke, please fuck me please. D wrapped his hands over Andrea's butt and squeezed both cheeks while she kept writing him. Their sex went steady, but gradually picked up steam as I observed her pussy starting to leak come down his shaft. I bent forward to taste her cum on his prick, then sat back to watch D spread his thighs and guided Andrea to ride him harder. Her cries grew louder as her butt began
slamming hard on his pelvis. At some point, D struggled to lift himself to his feet, carrying Andrea in his arms. She locked her feet in arms around him like a spider, while he grasped her butt and lifted her up and down his shaft like you were carrying weights. Andrea whimpered, gasped, and clawed at his back side while he did. He later planted her down on the sofa to catch her breath. His cock fell out of her pussy, and it was
then I saw how wide my wife's pussy looked. It looked as if she had taken a bullet train in her kunt. D's cock looked so majestic as it remained turgid. He allowed me to suck his cock clean. I couldn't help savoring the taste of his foreskin with my wife's cumb on his shaft. I couldn't believe I had become so addicted to my master's cock in such short time as did my wife. You'd better get back, white boy, de instructed, I've got more black pipe to lay inside
your wore wife. Yes, sir, I replied and did as he ordered. Andrea was busy massaging her pussy and breathing through her mouth the entire time. She adjusted herself as D leaned over her, held on of her foot over his shoulder, and shoved his cannon into her cunt. Andrea sucked in a lungful of air and exhaled in a whooping gasp. When that happened, she grabbed his shoulders, and I came to the side and held up her other leg while Master D tore and rammed her pussy like
he owned it, which officially he did. I was no longer the man meant to fuck my wife. Not After that day, Andrea belonged to Master D henceforth, and the deed got permanent the moment he pulled out of her pussy and sprayed come on both our faces. D made us lick his seamen off each other's face, after which Andrea lead him upstairs to our bedroom. I went to the kitchen and got lunch ready while Andrea attended to Master D. I later went upstairs to check on them
and found Master D fucking Andrea in the bathroom. The finished off in the bedroom, and this time he shot his load inside Andrea. He had previously informed me his intention of getting Andrea pregnant before he returned to his home country. So far, promises have been kept.