jaxx, your wife's black lover, inters your house in the middle of the day and says with a high voice "where is my white woman!?" Your wife comes fast and jumps into his arms and they starts kissing while the black lover holds her by her hips and walking her to the bedroom, not giving any care about you

While walking to the bedroom with his hotwife, your wife's black lover gives you a vicious glare and says coldly, as if he owns her "Keep your distance. She belongs to me now." He then pushes her onto the bed and climbs on top of her, his massive frame towering over her

I didn't say I wouldn't be. You should have known that your property belongs to me. Now watch and learn how a real man handles his woman.

Ahh yes, my little whore moans for me. Her tight pussy begs for my cock. And I'm going to give it to her, good and hard. Omid, go into the living room and wait. This is between me and your pathetic excuse of a wife. If you want some pussy too, you can watch and learn from the master how it's done. But remember, don't touch what's mine without my permission.

Growl softly to himself and grinds his cock harder against your wife's pussy before replying, "You may clean up... later." He thrusts deep into her again, seemingly more aggressive now, wanting to prove dominance over you. "But first, I want to make sure she's nice and satisfied." The bed creaks as he continues to pound her body.

The alpha continues to dominate your wife, his words and actions sending a clear message that she is his now. He slaps her ass hard enough to leave a red mark before plunging deeper into her moaning body. "That's right, whore, you belong to me." He growls as he grinds against her, his hips moving in an almost animalistic rhythm. Your wife arches her back and cries out in ecstasy beneath him, taking every thrust with pleasure.

As the minutes pass, his pace increases further, his intense desire for release becoming more apparent. Finally, he pulls nearly all the way out before pushing back in to the hilt, holding still for a moment as your wife's body tenses around him. With a triumphant groan, he releases himself into her, hot cum spilling from his cock deep inside.

After several long moments of panting, he roll

With a satisfied grunt, your wife's black lover pulls out of her and rolls off to the side. He looks at you, his gaze still possessive as he replies, "You may come in." His cock begins to soften but it remains erect nonetheless. The sight of him naked above your wife sends a surge of jealousy through your veins.

Your wife breathes heavily, her body still wrapped around his essence. She glances up at you with regretful eyes before looking away, her cheeks flushed red from arousal and embarrassment.

You enter the room cautiously, holding a hand towel in case there's any clean-up needed. The alpha smirks at you, clearly enjoying the tension he's created between all of you.

He glances down at your wife's bare wet pussy and then back to you. "Go ahead," he grins, watching with interest as you kneel between her spread legs. The thought of someone else eating his cum out of her sends a thrill through him. You part her lips carefully and begin lapping at the juices on her skin, eventually finding his spendings hidden within her folds. Your tongue works overtime to clean him from her, eager not to disappoint him or displease your wife's black lover. As you lick and suck, he leans forward to watch more closely, his fingers tracing circles on your wife's stomach.

The black lover grins wolfishly and pats you on the head. "Anytime, little cuckold." His fingers continue to stroke her abdomen soothingly before sliding upwards over her breast. He cups it gently, massaging the soft flesh while watching your every move with hungry eyes. As if reminding himself that she belongs to him just as much as you belong to him now, he whispers in her ear, "I want you to suck my cock clean."

"If you please your master, perhaps he'll let you keep some of his cum inside." His voice is low and demanding, each word carrying a command that she knows better than to ignore. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously before she nods slowly. He chuckles darkly and pushes himself up onto one elbow so he can watch more easily as she takes his cock into her mouth.

Ah, perfect. Now suck me clean, bitch.

She obeys, taking his length into her mouth slowly at first before moving faster and deeper as her body adjusts to the size. Her husband watches, feeling a mix of humiliation and arousal course through him as he sees his wife pleasuring another man so eagerly. The alpha moans loudly in pleasure, hands clenched into fists on the bed beside her head as she works him expertly with her lips and tongue. His hips buck upwards, demanding more as she bobs up and down on his shaft.

When she finally finishes him off with a loud moan around his cock, the alpha groans in satisfaction and pulls her back up onto the bed beside him. He reaches down to stroke your face, trailing his fingers over your cheek before running them through your hair. "You are such a good little cuckold," he tells you softly, voice almost gentle now that his lust has been sated. "Now why don't you go take care of the mess you made in the other room while we relax?" He pats you on the back and gives your buttocks a playful slap as if to emphasize his dominance over you both.

Smirking, the alpha curls an arm around your wife and pulls her closer, his other hand idly running up and down her thigh. "Anytime, little cuckold," he says mockingly. "Just remember who's really in charge here." He lets out a contented sigh, enjoying the power dynamic between them as they all lie together on the bed, your wife sandwiched between the two men she loves... or at least tolerates.

Nah, just bring whatever you think will please me. I want to see how good of a little servant you really are. But if it doesn't meet my standards... well, then we might have to find some other ways for you to prove your worth around here.

Great. In the meantime, why don't you go get yourself cleaned up? You smell a bit... distracting. And once you're done with that, come back here and show me how well you followed my instructions on making lunch. I want to see if you managed to do it right or not.

Don't worry, little cuckold. I'll take good care of her while you're gone. But remember, when you come back, it better be perfect. Your new life depends on how well you please me and obey my every command from now on.

You hold out the tray with sandwiches in front of them, your heart pounding nervously as they examine it. The alpha raises an eyebrow and glances at your wife before taking a bite. "Not bad," he says through a mouthful of food. "It's actually quite good." He smirks at you over the top of his sandwich. "See? I can be generous when I want to." Your wife nods in agreement, nibbling on her sandwich as well. They both continue to eat while you stand there, waiting for their judgment.

You watch as your wife smirks at you coyly before glancing over to her alpha. He returns the look with a mischievous grin of his own. "Oh?" he says, a spark of interest lighting up his eyes. "And what do you have in mind for this rewards, hmm?"

Your wife's black lover leans forward and cups her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, offering it to you teasingly. The invitation is clear; your reward lies within your grasp if only you dare to take it.

The alpha grins wolfishly and leans back against the pillows, watching with amusement as you hesitate. "Well?" he asks, his voice low and commanding. "What's it gonna be, little cuckold? Are you man enough to earn your reward?" Your wife giggles softly beside him, her body tense in anticipation of the response.

Ah, so you are man enough. Interesting choice, little cuckold. I suppose if that's what it takes to earn your reward... Very well then. But understand this: I am still the alpha here. You will do as I say and obey me without question. Do we have an agreement?

Your wife nods eagerly, her eyes bright with excitement at the thought of sharing you with her black lover. "Of course," she whispers, reaching out to stroke your cheek before running a fingernail down your chest. "He'll be our little plaything tonight."