I’d like to tell you about how my wife fell for a black boy. Now she’s so in love with him, she’s having his baby. She finds much more satisfaction with him than she ever did with me because of the way he makes love to her and the sheer size of the cock.

We took in an exchange student to help with the rent. He was a seventeen-year-old black lad from Nigeria. Now I’d had visions that all black guys were tall, muscular and good-looking, but Musa was none of these things. He was of medium height and really thin, with thick-lensed glasses.

I never regarded Julie as a femme fatale but since she’s been going with Musa she’s become insatiable and can’t get enough of his enormous weapon. Julie used to be quiet, almost shy but not any more. She has a nice figure for a thirty-six year old. She has firm, well- shaped breasts and long, shapely legs. In our fifteen years of marriage, neither of us had strayed before.

Musa soon settled in, almost one of the family. He soon began watching Julie who always wore stockings at home or at work. Once I caught him ogling the tops of her thighs when she bent over. He smiled at me and winked and I saw the front of his pants tented out by a large bulge. I guessed he had what black men are renowned for – a big cock. Strangely enough, I got a hard on watching him eyeing up my wife so openly. The thought of him having her soon began to enter my mind.

One evening, after I’d watched him rubbing himself while ogling Julie, I went to the bathroom and wanked off while conjuring up visions of him jerking off over my wife and pictured him slipping his long, thick length into her pretty snatch. Julie walked in and wanted to know what I was doing. I told her about what Musa had been doing and I also let slip my thoughts about Musa screwing her. She looked mysteriously at me and gave my five inches a quick rub and smiled.

From that moment on, Julie wore sexier clothes around Musa and he always seemed to have a bulge in his trousers. My brain was thinking of ways of getting them together so that I could watch. One night we came home from the cinema early and walked in on Musa who was looking at my private collection of photos of Julie. His trousers were down around his knees and he was wanking his big tool, the biggest I’ve ever seen – even bigger than any of those huge cocks I’d seen in videos. It was enormous. He had one hand on it, gripping it as he jerked away but I could see his fingers didn’t meet as they held it. It was at least twelve inches long. His glistening purple crown was distended and his hand was a blur.

Julie held my hand and gasped loudly. Musa tried to pull up his jeans but there was no chance of hiding that lethal tool.

Julie blurted out, “Oh my, God, look at him! Just look at him!” Julie moved toward Musa, her eyes fixed on that huge cock.

I stood transfixed as she took hold of his throbbing cock with her hands that looked so tiny in comparison to its huge size. She dropped to her knees in front of him and began to lick his shiny crown. Then she opened her mouth and her cheeks hollowed as she tried to suck him. She could only fit in the crown and an inch of shaft.

He looked at me with a glazed expression as I started to wank myself off. I soon came. He ripped her knickers off, lifted her legs over his arms as she guided his stiff tool into her bubbling snatch. How she squealed as he entered her. I should have stopped him and made him wear a rubber like I have to, because Julie uses no other form of contraception, but I was so excited and it was all happening so fast and so naturally. Besides, I wanted to see him spunk up her, to see how she would react. In our fantasies I had often said I would lick another man’s spunk from her pussy if she let someone else fuck her.

I wanted her to get her oats from Musa and she was in no state to stop him. She was urging him on to fuck her. I stared as his thick, black length squeezed into my Julie’s cunt.

I barked, “Give it to her, Musa! Fuck the arse off her for me.” I watched as my wife got shagged silly by a boy half her age. While she squirmed and humped on his long cock, I had the time of my life watching them and jerking off.

Soon he had her legs up over her shoulders, her high heels pointing at the ceiling flailing like mad. I came uncontrollably and it was the best wank I’d ever had, better even than a fuck, I thought. But Musa showed no signs of spunking off so soon. I fell back exhausted but content to watch the young cock-master take my wife to new heights of sheer ecstasy.

Watching her being so well fucked had my cock standing to attention again, but this time I controlled myself, waiting for him to spurt his load inside her. He took so long I nearly came off again. Then his arse was thudding and shuddering into her as he pushed himself up to look down at her.

Julie’s eyes were locked on his as she gasped, “Yes, yes, yes, fill me with cum, baby!”

He was shooting his spunk up deep inside her and she was going crazy. Then they rolled apart, their bodies steaming. Her cunt was hanging open, oozing spunk.

She called me over and said, “Do it for me like you want to.”

I buried my face in her gaping cunt and licked her dry. It was lovely. Later they went upstairs and fucked the night away in our bed. It was so good seeing them together, black on white. It was just as I’d imagined: fantastic.

That’s how it’s been ever since. They always seem to be at it. He screws her at every opportunity, anywhere in the house.

Even though Julie is now pregnant, she’s wearing even more daring clothes to please him. Whenever they finish fucking, she drapes herself over my face so that I can lick her clean. I am really happy now knowing that they are fucking together at every opportunity and that I have such a sexy, well-satisfied wife with such a well-hung stud for her pleasure.