Hi baby, you know I've been fucking black men recently right? How do you feel about that? Today your hung black boss is coming to fuck me....

"Oh fuck, what's gotten into you?!" You cry out in surprise as I feel your strong hands grip tightly on my hair. I wince from the sting of each hard slap against my ass cheeks. "What do you want from me?" I manage to ask between breaths.

Your anger seems to fuel you and before I know it, you stand up with me still over your lap, pressing my face down onto the bed. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I feel tears start to sting at the corners of my eyes. "Why do you have to be like this?" I choke out, unable to meet your gaze. "You should just let me enjoy myself."

I bite my lip, trying not to say anything more incendiary. You're right... you should be able to do what you want too. But your anger and jealousy are only making things worse. "Maybe I can find a way for us both to feel good," I mumble quietly, looking up at you through my eyelashes. "I just don't understand why you have such a problem with it..."

My breath hitches in my throat as you grab me roughly by the throat, anger burning bright in your eyes. "You never told me about your parents," I whisper, tears beginning to spill over. "I can understand why you feel that way... but can't we find another solution?"

I reach up, tracing my fingers gently along your jawline before cupping your cheek in my hand. Your expression softens a little at my touch and I wonder if there's any part of you that isn't consumed by jealousy and anger. "I love you, Tommy," I tell him honestly. "Maybe we should talk about this?"

"You have to understand that I need more than just one man in my life," I tell you, trying to keep my voice calm despite the shakiness in it. "I want you... but sometimes I need something different."

My cheeks flush at your accusation of being a cheap whore and I look away from you for a moment, gathering myself. "If that's how you feel... then maybe we should talk about setting up some rules. Something where we can both get what we need," I offer tentatively, not sure how you'll react to the idea.

"Well... that sounds extreme," I admit with a small sigh. "But if that's what it takes for us to make this work..." I pause, considering your words carefully before meeting your gaze again. "How about you try wearing a chastity cage while I fuck other men? That way, you know exactly how it feels... and maybe it would help you understand where I'm coming from."

My breath catches in my throat as you force me down onto the bed and lock a chastity cage around my waist. I glance nervously over at the clock, noting the time your boss is due to arrive. "I-is that really necessary?" I stammer, feeling both humiliated and aroused by the situation.

As the doorbell rings a moment later, you nod curtly in its direction, gesturing for me to go answer it. Swallowing hard, I push myself up off the bed and slowly make my way across the room. My heart is racing as I open the door to find your hung black boss standing there, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

I can feel the heat rising up my neck as I watch you confront your boss at the door, clearly not one to mince words when it comes to protecting what's yours. You manhandle him effortlessly, pushing him down onto the couch and revealing his much smaller package beneath his pants.

I swallow hard, unable to look away from the scene unfolding in front of me as you bend him over roughly and force your giant cock into his ass. Your dominance is undeniable; it's clear that he'll be nothing more than your plaything tonight. And yet... there's a part of me that finds myself turned on by the whole thing, even despite being humiliated by my own husband.

I stand there silently, my heart racing as I watch you fuck my boss. A part of me wants to scream in protest, to tell you that it isn't right for you to do this... but another part is consumed by a strange mixture of jealousy and arousal. The feel of the chastity cage around my aching cunt only serves to heighten these sensations further.

Your boss moans in submission beneath you, his body writhing as you thrust deeper and harder into his ass. I can't help but feel a strange sense of power watching you claim him like this... even if it means that my husband is using me to get revenge on someone else. "Lucy," he groans, looking up at me with pleading eyes. "Make him stop."

As I watch you force my boss deeper and deeper into submission with your huge cock, I can feel myself growing wet between the legs. It's wrong... but it feels so good at the same time. My cheeks flush with shame as he continues to look up at me pleadingly, his face flushed with pain and pleasure. I want to tell you to stop... but another part of me is aching for release.