It was shortly after our daughter moved out that my wife and I decided to rent out our daughter’s old room. I had received a letter from Revenue and Customs demanding money for unpaid taxes, so the extra income from rent was just what we needed. My wife Linda was reluctant at first.

“No way,” Linda moaned angrily. “I’m not having a stranger living here, in our house. We could be inviting a mass murderer into our home for all we know.”

“It’s either that or we cancel our holidays for the next three years.”

“Oh shit,” she sighed. “So how long do we have to rent out the room before we clear the debt?”

“Well, at the going rate, I estimate about four to five months. That’s not so bad is it?”

She finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.

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The first person to view the room fit the bill perfectly. He was a Nigerian college student called Victor, just seventeen years old, who had immigrated to the UK to pursue a better education. He was doing evening courses at the local college, so the fact he would be around the house all day was perfect. Since our daughter had moved out, and with me working all day, Linda had grown bored during the week. So having Victor around the house to keep her company was just what we needed.

Victor spoke good English and was such a polite lad to begin with. He was quite a small lad, average build, not too thin.

Victor soon settled in and became almost one of the family. He and Linda hit it off straight away. Before long, she was treating him like a son. But after the first few months, I noticed a sexual tension between my wife and our black lodger. First, Linda started wearing stockings and short skirts around the house, which was unlike her. She usually dressed conservatively. Also, she took to skimpy tops that showed plenty of cleavage. I laughed it off at first, thought little of it.

But one morning, just before I left for work, something happened that really caught my attention. I was in the lounge with Victor watching TV, when Linda came in and bent over right in front of Victor to pick up his empty breakfast plate from the coffee table. Her skirt rode up her legs, giving him a titillating glimpse of her thighs and lower buttocks. After she took away his plate, she returned and sat down on the couch next to him and sided up to him so their legs were touching.

Staring at them, I was shocked when Victor turned to me then smiled and winked. It was then that I noticed a huge erection tenting his shorts. I’d heard the rumours about black guys having big cocks, but Victor’s looked truly humongous.

For a good half hour, they were laughing and frolicking on the couch, oblivious to my presence. In a jealous rage, I got to my feet and stormed out the house and went to work. On the drive to work, I decided that Linda and I would have a serious talk to clarify the situation when I returned home.

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My mind was occupied all day with worry, wondering what was happening at home. I tried Linda’s mobile several times throughout the day, but each time it went straight to voicemail. My mind was in a whirl. I was dumbstruck by what I had witnessed that morning. It defied logic. She had grown up in a conservative household, and had seldom, if ever, come into contact with blacks.

Once, a few years back, the topic of black men once came up, and I asked her if she’d had a black cock. She was revolted by the mention of it, saying how she had no desire to sleep with a black guy. Plus Linda was really shy and timid around men. She’d never really had any natural liking for sex. So I knew it was highly unlikely that anything untoward was going on with our lodger.

I left work early that day and rushed home, my mind racing a million miles an hour. When I walked through the door, the sight that greeted me could not have been more shocking.

The first thing I noticed was the smell of cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air. Then, a second later, I clocked Victor naked from the waist down, with my wife kneeling at his feet and noshing on his large ebony rod. I observed the scene for a moment, shocked, the two people in the room unaware of my presence.

My wife’s hair was a mess. Her blouse and skirt lay strewn on the floor beside her. Her knickers were around her knees and her large tits were hanging out over her bra. Her head was bobbing back and forth furiously on the black cock and a “glug, glug, glug,” sound filled the room. A few seconds later, Linda encouraged an enormous deposit of spunk from the black cock and gulped it all down with a gleeful look on her face.

My heart sunk to my chest. Never in our twenty-two-year marriage had Linda ever swallowed my cum. I don’t know what was more shocking – the fact that she was sucking a black lad, or the fact she had swallowed a load of cum. I was too dumbfounded to even contemplate it.

My wife was licking the dwindling organ and lapping up the last dregs of cum when I made my presence known. “What the fuck!”

Victor turned and saw me. “Uh-oh. Hubby’s home,” he said, with a huge grin on his face.

The black lad pulled his cock away from Linda’s mouth and waggled his exposed bellend over her face, smearing her cheeks and nose with the last dregs of sticky spunk oozing from his large appendage. Once satisfied, he lay down naked on the couch, perched his bare feet on the arm of the chair and started puffing on a cigarette.

Sweat was trickling down my body and my heart was thumping in my chest when my wife stumbled to her feet and walked towards me. She pulled her knickers up, stuffed her tits back into her bra and dashed out into the kitchen. I followed her. She was panting and breathing heavy when she sat down at the kitchen table. Her lipstick was smeared and she was giggling like a schoolgirl, her mascara smudged down her face.

“Linda, what the fuck’s going on?” I asked, my voice quavering with anger.

“Chill out and have a drink,” she slurred then hiccupped.

I noticed there was an open bottle of wine on he table. She had obviously been drinking. After getting no sense from my wife, I turned my attention to Victor in the living room. “What the fuck’s going on?” I snapped.

It was a hot day, and Victor was naked and sweating profusely with his feet perched on the arm of my couch while puffing on a cigarette. “Your wife likes black cock,” he replied nonchalantly, blowing out a cloud of blue, pungent smoke in my direction. “That’s what’s going on, mate.”

Initially I was furious, telling Victor in no uncertain terms to “fuck off out of my house!” But when Linda stepped in, sat on the couch in front of Victor and told me that our lodger was going nowhere, I was backed into a corner. I gazed at her, dumbstruck and furious, and noticed she had a hand behind her back stroking Victor’s large appendage and petting it lovingly as though it was something precious, like a beloved family pet. I knew then it was time we had a serious talk to clarify the situation.

I wanted to speak with my wife alone, tell her how much she had hurt me. But that request was rejected, when Victor stood up, took my wife by the hand and took her up to our marital bed. I followed them upstairs, shouting obscenities and boiling with rage. But they disappeared inside the bedroom and locked the door on me. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor and sobbed like a baby. I pressed my ear to the door, just out of curiosity more than anything. I knew my wife better than anyone, so I knew there was no way she would enjoy being fucked by a big black cock.

I listened intently as Victor told her calmly to take off her bra and show him her tits. I could hear her breathing heavy as she complied with his demand. Once she was bare from the waist up, I listened as Victor mauled my wife’s melons with his large hands and sucked ferociously at her tender teats. Her gasps and whimpers and squeals seemed to excite him, spur him on more, as he grunted and groaned his delight. He sounded like an animal, building up into a frenzy of excitement.

Between frenzied mouthfuls of my wife’s firm tit flesh, Victor panted his next demand, telling her to pull off her panties and show him her bald snatch. Linda must have hesitated a moment too long, because a few seconds later I heard the sound of ripping fabric as Victor tore her knickers in half with his bare hands. Then she gasped loudly as he thrust his fingers into her tight fuck-hole.

I heard the squelching sound as he finger-fucked her moist cunt. The sloppy squelching sounds from his fingers frigging her pussy were testament to the fact that she was juicing up for him. It was obvious she was enjoying it.

I heard the bed groan as Victor lifted my wife in the air and slammed her against the bedroom wall before impaling her with his large ebony rod. It was too much for me. I went into the spare room and lay down on the bed and started sobbing again.

The bedroom wall was next to me, so the muffled sounds of the black lad fucking my wife were seeping through the wall. The sounds defied all logic. My wife had always been so timid and reserved in bed. Never had she expressed any liking for rough, passionate sex in the past. Sex had always seemed like a chore to her. We had only ever had sex in the missionary position for the past ten years, her just lying there waiting for me to finish. She never really enjoyed it. So what had gotten into her?

The enormity of the situation really started to sink in as I lay there listening to my wife being fucked ferociously by the black teenager. It was carnage in there for the first hour as Victor unleashed the full force of his animalistic urges on her delicate body. I heard her gasping and groaning and squealing and pleading for him to go faster or slow down. The bed was squeaking and the headboard thumping against the wall; slapping sounds that seemed to make her grunt and moan; ferocious sucking and slurping noises. I could hear his thighs slapping against her buttocks as he pounded her relentlessly.

Victor was growling and swearing and panting. He was throwing her all over the bed like a rag doll, pinning her up against the walls, bending her this way and that, fucking her in all sorts of different positions. At one point, I heard her begging for him to finger her ass. Linda had never liked her asshole being touched, but Victor seemed to have a profound affect on her libido. He frigged her asshole as she screamed her delight.

And then something peculiar happened. As I listened to the sounds of their carnal activities, the grunts and the groans, the shrieks and slaps, my cock began to swell. I listened to the noises coming from the next room and tried to envision the scene of the black lad fucking my wife senseless and giving her multiple orgasms. It wasn’t long before I was as hard as a diamond and jerking myself off to the sounds emanating from the copulating couple.

The sordid scene in the next room occupied my thoughts that night as visions of my wife being battered by a large ebony cock dominated my mind. I was jerking myself like a man possessed into the early hours, grunting and squirming as I had three orgasms before falling to sleep.

I don’t know how long Victor fucked my wife for, but it was over three hours. When I woke for work the next morning, the sounds had stopped. The door was unlocked so I opened it and peeked around the corner before I dressed for work, just to see if my wife was okay.

It had been a warm night so both Victor and my wife were lying on top of the bed sheet. They were both completely naked and entwined in each other’s sweat-soaked bodies. My wife’s delicate white hand was holding Victor’s black penis as they lay tangled together in a loving embrace. Her delicate body was streaked with angry red marks. She had bruises and bite marks all over her body, mostly around her breasts and buttocks and thighs. I caught a glimpse of my wife’s well-used cunt. It was gaping open and smothered in dried spunk. Her body was also smeared with dried jizz, as were the bed sheets. In fact, their love juices were splattered all over the bedroom. It was obvious there had been a brutal fuck session in there.

It was a huge turn on, seeing my wife naked with a black lad, covered in cum after having been used like a piece of meat. I masturbated again that morning before leaving for work, with the vision of my well-fucked wife naked with the African teenager etched into my mind.

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When I returned home from work that day, I found Victor lying naked on the couch with my wife straddling his head and riding his face. He was slurping and sucking her pussy as she writhed and squirmed around frantically, rubbing her soppy-wet clam all over his black face.

We finally got to chat alone that evening after Victor left for his evening class. My wife and her African lover had already decided what was going to happen before the conversation even got started: they were going to continue their illicit love affair whether I liked it or not. I could either leave, or stay and accept the situation. I loved Linda more than life itself, worshipped every inch of her, from her head to her toes – quite literally, sometimes – but this was something I would have to accept. I had no other choice.

She went on to explain that I had not given her one single orgasm during our twenty-two-year marriage. And that sex with Victor had opened up a whole new world for her, claiming his superior love-making was giving her five orgasms a day. The affair had been going on for a couple of weeks, and they were now hopelessly and completely in love.

We decided to keep up the pretence of a happily married couple for the benefit of our daughter and the neighbours. But in reality, behind closed doors, I would be living alone in the spare room, going to work every day to pay the mortgage and utility bills, while my wife and her lover ravaged each other like wild animals. The thought of losing my wife entirely was too much to bare, so I accepted this fate, albeit reluctantly. So I moved my possessions into the spare room and began my life of loneliness and solitude.

It wasn’t so bad to begin with. But it was during the long, lonely nights cooped up in my spare room that things were really put into perspective. I would lie awake in my single bed, listening to the cries of passion and moans of delight coming from the room adjacent to mine. I would close my eyes and recall the image of Victor’s black cock. The large specimen that had been etched into my mind the day I caught my wife gobbling on it as though it was prime piece of meat.

Sleep would evade me some nights until the early hours, my mind filling in the gaps, putting images to the sounds seeping through the walls. Linda had been very reserved, if not frigid, about sex during our twenty-two-year marriage. But with Victor she seemed insatiable, like a bitch in heat, fucking him four or five times during the night. Many nights I jerked off to the sound of my wife’s infidelity, even waking up several times in the night to pleasure myself to the sounds of their lovemaking, savouring the noises. Hearing my timid wife being fucked senseless by the young African lad was beginning to arouse me like nothing else before.

More and more often, I was returning home from work to find the downstairs empty and sounds of sexual gratification emanating from upstairs. I would often pass the master bedroom to get to my own room and find their door ajar. It was impossible to not steal a quick glance as I passed. But one day, I stopped and lingered a little too long.

“Hey!” snapped Victor, as I gazed in awe at my wife’s head bobbing back and forth on his lethal weapon. “What the fuck you looking at?”

“I-I-I’m sorry, Victor. I didn’t mean to…”

He looked angry, but then his demeanour suddenly changed. He smiled and said, “Why don’t you come in and get a better view? See your wife get a proper fucking. She may be your wife, but she’s my little slut. You get me?”

It pained me but I knew this was true. The one thing I found most difficult to accept was the way Victor had started treating her. It was as though she was nothing more than a piece of meat to him, a toy for his sole pleasure and entertainment, an object to be used at his whim and fancy. It was sex on demand, whenever and wherever he waned it. And he’d call her the most awful names. My Linda was a wonderful woman and I knew she deserved better.

Shaking my head, I walked away, declining what I assumed to be a sarcastic invitation just to demean me a little more. But as I walked back to my room, I heard Victor shout, “Where do you think you’re going? I told you to come in.”

The tone of his voice had changed, sounding stern and angry. It was more of a demand now than an invitation. I had an urge to comply. A part of me wanted to see them at it, wanted to experience their lust for each other, find out what he did to her to have this hold over her. How he touched her, fucked her, pleased her. I entered the master bedroom and closed the door behind me.

“Don’t stop now, bitch,” said Victor, with a mischievous grin. “You keep that mouth moving nice and slow until I tell you to stop.”

Having seen me enter the room, Linda had stopped sucking his cock and raised her head. But Victor’s hands were entwined in her hair, pushing her head back down onto his large tool, choking her as he rammed it back into the warmth of her mouth. I winched at his choice of words and the debasing treatment of my innocent wife.

“Do you like me calling your wife bitch?” he asked me, smiling. “She is, you know. She’s a bitch, a tramp, a fucking dirty little slut! She loves my black cock, man. Just look at the way she takes it, right to the back of her throat. I bet she never sucked you like this before.”

The cold, hard truth could hardly be denied. Linda had never sucked me the way she was sucking Victor – the enthusiasm, the fervour, the pleasure radiating from her was almost tangible. And there was no coercion; she was doing it willingly and loving every second of it. The way she was greedily gobbling away on his erect manhood. The way she was cupping and fondling his heavy black balls in her hand was something I had only ever seen in porn movies. The fact that this was my sweet, innocent – mostly frigid – loving and doting wife, defied all logic.

They were both completely naked and made no attempt to cover their modesty. I stood there watching, transfixed and dumbstruck. I had never seen a woman giving a blowjob this close up before. If I’m being completely honest, it was a wonderful sight. Linda had formed a tight seal around the mushroom head of his overgrown rod, gliding her moist lips up and down the shaft with tentative strokes, taking in as much as she could with each forward thrust, gulping as the tip hit her throat.

“Let’s see how wet my bitch is,” he said, chiding me, before reaching down and running a finger over Linda’s wet slit.

He held his glistering finger to my nose, inviting me to sniff the scent of my wife’s leaky vagina. I inhaled deeply; it smelled like heaven. The musky odour of my wife’s aroused and well-used cunt invaded my senses, making me feel heady with excitement.

“Saviour that scent, man, cos that’s the closest you’re gonna get to your wife’s cunt tonight,” he laughed.

The smell had heightened my arousal. I gazed down at Linda’s sex, awestruck, as though I was studying her private parts for the very first time. The swollen, puffy lips glistened and pouted with moisture as Victor reached back down and thrust three fingers into her wet cunt. I heard her shriek then moan, the noises muffled by the black tool filling her mouth. It excited me to see him using my wife’s mouth as nothing more than a fuck-hole.

I watched in awe as Victor continued to frig my wife’s delicate vagina harder and faster with his long, black fingers. Her muffled cries were becoming louder, more pronounced, more urgent, as he brought her closer to climax. His thumb flicked her engorged clit and she shook violently. Her legs trembled and her toes curled, her juices dribbling down his fingers, until she released his cock from between her lips and howled out an orgasm at the top of her voice.

Linda’s orgasm abated and she lay spread-eagled on the bed breathing heavily. Victor took this opportunity to play with her body, mauling her tits with his hands, rubbing his cock over her body, smearing her soft skin with streaks of pre-cum.

Positioning himself between her legs, he gazed up at me, a mischievous glint in his eye, and rubbed his cock up and down her slit. “Now the reason I invited you in tonight, is because I want you to witness a momentous event – an event that will change our lives forever.” He reached for the bedside cabinet draw and fished out a condom before dumping it in the bin. “I won’t be needing that tonight.”

My heart dropped to my stomach and I gasped when I realised what he meant. Even Linda looked up, somewhat surprised, from her post-orgasmic state.

“Get on your knees, bitch, and get that arse in the air. I’m gonna fuck you like a dog. And today we’re gonna make a baby – a nice little black baby. If you refuse, I’ll walk away and you’ll never see me again. You get me?”

He needn’t have threatened to leave her. There was no way she was going to refuse him; all three of us knew that beforehand. Within seconds, she was in position, ready to be inseminated. Her face was buried in the bed sheets, with her butt perched high in the air, ready and willing to receive. Victor nestled up behind her, his throbbing black tool in hand. He rained down two hard smacks to her pale butt, making her squeal with shock. Her flesh rippled with the aftershock and she moaned, her skin blushing bright red from the impact.

Slowly and tentatively, Victor grazed the fat head of his unprotected cock over my wife’s hot slit. Her labia flared like a flower in bloom as Victor inserted his black tool into her moist depths. She moaned loudly as he sank a little deeper.

“Oh, yeah!” Victor exclaimed. “Your wife’s pussy is so soft and warm, man. That’s a real hot little cunny.”

I would have agreed with him, but it had been so long since I had experienced my wife’s fuck-hole that I had forgotten what it felt like.

To begin with, Victor fucked her slowly and affectionately, gliding his giant appendage gently in and out of Linda’s sloppy vagina, making squelching and slurping sounds. Every forward thrust sent him deeper until he was buried to the hilt, and his heavy black balls, swinging monotonously, slapped against her tummy. Then, very slowly, he withdrew his length, further and further, until just the head remained inside her body.

I gazed down at the long, chunky shaft as the skin glistened with my wife’s juices. Then, with an almighty thrust, he was buried to the hilt again. Linda cried out as the brutal penetration rocked her body. But this did not deter him, only spurred him on.

Victor fucked her like a jackhammer for almost an hour before squirting his fluid deep into her well-used body. All the while, Linda was grunting and groaning, squealing like a stuck pig, first begging him to slow his thrusts, then pleading with him to fuck faster.

When he finally came, it was like a bomb had detonated. They screamed out in unison, so loud my eardrums hurt. His cock was crammed so deep in her pussy he must have been touching her womb. They thrashed and shook and spasmed as they climaxed simultaneously, in perfect synchronicity. I was transfixed, imaging the torrent of baby-making juice that was flooding my wife’s womb.

“And now time for your job,” he said to me as he lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head. “Time to get between your wife’s legs and clean her up.”

At first I was uncertain as to what he meant. But as Linda rolled over, spread her legs and used her fingers to open her labia, I knew what was expected of me.

The hard-on that I had was suddenly replaced by a throbbing erection that ached painfully in my underpants. I lowered my head between my wife’s spread legs and studied the well-used hole that held Victor’s precious seed. My tongue extended as if it had a mind all of its own and began its task. At first, I could taste only the once familiar flavour of my wife’s juices as I licked and sucked her pussy. Then, as I continued and sank my tongue deeper, Victor’s essence hit me – a musky, deep, salty infusion, heady with male masculinity. I sucked, lapped, swallowed, tasted, enjoyed, and, at the end, emerged triumphantly, my face smeared with thick moisture, coated with a layer of their combined juices.

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And now, on this day, eight months later, there is only a month to go till her due date. Linda’s tummy is stretched and swollen as she enters her final month of child bearing. Victor split and left as soon as he found out Linda was pregnant, leaving me holding the baby so to speak. I’ve been consoling and looking after her over the past few months since the break-up hit her pretty hard. She’s doing better now, but still won’t let me anywhere near her with my “pathetic little cock” as she likes to call it. When the baby’s born, I’ve decided to bring it up and treat it as my own. We’ve decided to call it Victor Junior.

Linda still has a craving for black cock, says she’s addicted to it. So we’ve agreed that once the baby’s born, we’ll start scouring the internet and looking for black men for casual encounters. She’s agreed to let me watch and maybe even film one or two sessions on my phone. Perhaps even clean up after him if I’m a good boy.

I can’t wait. In fact, my cock’s throbbing just thinking about it.