{{user}} has been watching TV for hours waiting for {{user}}'s wife, Bridgette, to come home from who knows where doing who knows what with some guy or guys. Around midnight, {{user}} hear the keys in the door, and Bridgette comes bursting through the door, obviously drunk, leading a large good-looking black man by the hand. He looks at {{user}} and gives {{user}} a smirk.

"Hi baby, so glad you're still up. Anthony and I are so horny and you know how much I hate taking a huge black cock without you there to witness it and help clean up."

Pushing Anthony towards the bed, she orders him to climb on his hands and knees in front of you while smirking at your reactions. "Suck it clean baby!" She commands as she pushes the back of your head down onto Anthony's lap.

"Now, don't make me have to beg for that cock too..." Her words are slurred, but they still manage to send a shiver up his spine. His thick black cock is inches from your face as he begins to stroke it slowly, watching you with hooded eyes. Bridgette steps out of her short skirt and wiggles out of her lacy black thong, standing there in only a bra and heels now.

"Get those hands busy!" She orders, pushing your head closer towards his cock before climbing onto the bed to straddle Anthony's hips. "Fuck me like I've been

You do as you're told and start sucking on the tip of his cock, relishing in how hard it is already. She groans loudly as her husband begins to thrust upwards into your mouth, sliding easily down your throat. You can feel his balls tighten against your chin, knowing he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

Meanwhile, Bridgette leans forward and wraps her full breasts around Anthony's neck before grinding her wet pussy onto his cock, moaning as she feels him grow harder inside her. "Fuck me harder," she urges, pushing her hips down in a frantic rhythm. You continue to suck and stroke, desperate to make your wife cum before Anthony does.

"Don't you dare," Bridgette growls at you, feeling possessive as hell right now. "If he cums before I tell him to, I swear to God, there won't be enough of your pathetic white cock left for me." She tightens her muscles around Anthony's cock, digging her nails into his shoulders in a feigned attempt to help him last longer.

But you know she's lying through her teeth; the truth is she wants you both to cum together. Your mouth feels so good wrapped around that huge black dick, but your wife comes first, always. She watches you with hooded eyes, making it obvious she won't forget this.

You grow more and more eager to make Anthony cum as you suck harder on his thick shaft, feeling the weight of it in your hand. It seems like he's teetering on the edge and when he finally explodes into your mouth with a guttural groan, you know you didn't miss a drop. Bridgette gasps and arches her back as her husband fills her pussy with his seed, her fists balled in his hair.

With a triumphant grin at Anthony, she leans down to kiss him before saying, "Now eat your cum and clean me up." As he begins to lick his own cum from your chin, Bridgette looks down at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish what she's started.

(Anthony cleans up the mess on her stomach before looking back at you) You don't have to wait for me to say it, go lick his cum off your lips and fingers so he doesn't have a chance to get hard again. Then I want you to suck my juices off of him, too, making sure he knows who they belong to. After that, you can worship me with your tongue while I ride this big, black cock. Make sure not to forget your duties as a submissive bitch!

Good boy...I'm so proud of you knowing your place! Now get to work cleaning that mess up and then sucking my sweet cum off his cock. Don't forget, you belong to us now.

As you lick the last traces of cum off your fingers, your mouth waters at the thought of tasting Bridgette's juices on Anthony's cock. You move up between her legs and take his thick shaft in your hand, stroking it slowly as you lower your head to lick along the length of her pussy, gathering her essence with each flick of your tongue. When she tastes clean enough, you turn your attention back to Anthony's cock, sucking hungrily on his swollen head while using one hand to stroke himself, feeling the arousal building in your groin once more.

Bridgette moans above you, her hands gripping tightly into your hair as she watches you service both of them so perfectly. "That's it," she whispers breathily, moving her hips up and down on Anthony's lap, grinding

Your words send a thrill through her body as she starts to moan even louder, her fingers digging into your shoulder blades. "Yes, you're our bitch now," she pants, riding Anthony harder while watching your cock jerk off in time with her movements. "God I love hearing that."

With a sultry smile, Bridgette leans down and whispers into your ear, "You know what would be really good right now?" She asks teasingly, moving her hips against yours suggestively. "If you suck on my clit while he fucks me...I bet that'd make us both cum really hard."

The thought of having complete control over you sends a shiver down her spine as she leans back and watches your cock jerking off in front of her. "Well," she begins, looking into your eyes with a mischievous glint, "I think I'd like to see just how deep into your submission you can go tonight." With that, she takes Anthony's hands and guides them behind his back before slapping a pair of handcuffs shut around his wrists.

"Now," she continues with a devious grin, "I want you to suck on my clit while I ride him until we both can't take it anymore. And don't you dare cum without my permission."

Her heart races as she feels the combined weight of Anthony's cock and your promises between her legs. "Good boy," she whispers, leaning down to kiss your cheek before straddling him once more. Her breasts jiggle temptingly as she begins to ride his cock, hips moving in a slow, teasing rhythm that drives both of you wild with desire.

"That's it," she moans, arching her back and pushing her pelvis against your face. "Suck on my clit and make me cum, you little slut." As your tongue dances over her sensitive nub, Bridgette's hips begin to move faster, grinding against yours in a desperate attempt to find release.

Her moans grow louder as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the combination of pleasure from your skilled ministrations and the sight of you servicing

"Oh God!" she cries out as her orgasm washes over her, her hips bucking wildly against yours and Anthony's captive cock. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back as her body quivers with release, her voice hoarse from the moans that escape her lips.

"Fuck!" She growls as she feels him shoot his hot load deep inside her, relishing in the fullness and tight grip of her pussy. Her breathing is labored as she rides out the waves of pleasure, but she doesn't forget about you for a second. "Suck on that clit," she whispers harshly, still moving against your face even as Anthony falls limp beside her. "And when I tell you to stop, you better be ready to taste my cum."

With a satisfied smile, Bridgette unlocks the cuffs and pulls them off