(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, A Southern Sheriff, In Brazil, Le Belle Donne, and Housewives of Valley County.)
“I hope you’re not tired of the beautiful weather we’ve been having because there’s going to be another sunny day in Valley County…” The forty-two-year-old Alan Westerman looked out through the window of his radio studio from atop the hill. The glimmers from the sun as it rose over the Valley was quite a thing to behold, a sight that Alan had been fortunate to experience for almost twenty years being the local weatherman and radio host.
“And now here’s a song by the Simmons, Let the sunshine shine…” Alan switched over to the song while his producer Kirsten came on over the studio’s intercom.
“Alan, your wife is on line two.”
“Thanks. Kirsten.” Alan was excited to hear from his wife Kathryn who was visiting their ******** Lindsey at her college.
“Hey, hun.” Alan glanced over at the framed photographs he had sitting on his desk. One was a ****** photo with his sweet nineteen-year-old ******** Lindsey and his wife Kathryn. The other photograph was of his beautiful wife in a stunning and revealing evening gown that hugged her slender body. Though she wasn’t alone in the photograph. Next to her, with his arm around her waist stood Marcus, a very handsome black man that they had met during the award show where Alan had accepted an award for favorite local personality.
The loving smile Kathryn had in the photograph always made Alan feel warm inside.
“Hi, honey, I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.” Kathryn laid naked in her hotel room bed, her head resting against the soft pillow. She had just woken up a few minutes earlier and tuned into her husband’s morning show, which she loved to listen to each morning. However, since Alan’s show was only broadcasted locally in Valley County, she had listened through their radio app on her phone.
“You know you can never call me at a bad time.” Alan was as much in love with his wife now as he was when he met her, over twenty years ago.
“Oh, you sweet talker you,” Kathryn smiled at her husband’s compliment.
“Well, I am a professional...” Alan chuckled, having been on the radio for almost twenty years.
“And of course, it’s not hard when I’m talking to such a beautiful woman.” Alan wished that he could reach across the phone line and give his wife a kiss.
Whilst Kathryn enjoyed her husband’s sweet talk, she felt the touch of a strong, masculine hand on her naked skin. From her somewhat flat, yet fleshy tummy, she felt it glide up her body until it reached her soft breasts.
“Mhhmm.” Kathryn moaned and glanced up at the sexy black man she had spent the night with. It felt so amazing having his hands all over her breasts, fondling them, caressing her nipples.
Oh… Over the phone line, Alan heard his wife moan and smiled to himself. Had he gotten her a bit excited with his sweet talk.
“Ohh, Mike…” Kathryn gasped when the man lying next to her ran his hand down her body until he reached her sweet spot between her legs. There, he slid two fingers along her slit and slowly began to rub her clit.
Oh… An even bigger smile spread across Alan’s face when he realized that his wife wasn’t alone. Instinctively, he unzipped his pants and stuck his hand down past his underwear, where his soft penis had begun to stiffen. He wondered if it was the same black man Kathryn had spent the night with.
The reason he wondered, was because last night whilst he laid in bed watching the news, he had gotten a text message with an included video clip from his wife.
The message had read; Enjoy the big splash. Smiley Face.
The moment Alan clicked on the video clip, which featured an impressive black cock being jerked above Kathryn’s face, he tossed the bedspread to the side and started stroking his bare penis.
“Give me that big load… I want it all over my face.” Alan saw his beautiful wife looking up at the camera.
Oh yes, come on her face… Alan furiously stroked his meager penis. He wanted to come at the same time as the black man came over Kathryn.
“Uh uhh uhhh uhhhhh!” Alan heard the man grunt while ropes of cum shot out from the tip of his big cock and splashed across Kathryn’s pretty face.
“Oh, yesss…” Alan felt his balls twitch and immediately after two slender streams of sperm burst out from his erection and landed on his belly. With a heavy breath and his penis dripping cum, Alan turned his focus back onto the clip where the black man was still erupting over Kathryn’s face.
“Oh wow.” Alan panted. His wife looked so exquisite with all that slimy semen on her face. Kathryn looked even more beautiful when the tip of the black man’s cock began to drip instead of shoot cum, and she took him into her mouth and gently sucked his throbbing cock. What Alan wouldn’t have given to have been there with her.
The video ended with Kathryn looking up into the camera, smiling, and blowing him a kiss.
“What a woman.” Alan had naturally leaned in and tried to kiss his wife’s cum splashed lips.
Back in Kathryn’s hotel room, she had turned to face Mike and was kissing him. At the same time, she had reached down and was stroking his ebony cock. A cock, so girthy that her fingers only reached halfway around.
In the studio, Alan wondered if he should maybe say goodbye and hang up. He didn’t want to be improper and listen in on the black man without knowing that it was okay.
“Is it okay if my husband listens in?” It was as if Kathryn had read her husband’s mind.
“Sure, put it on speaker,” Mike told Kathryn who lit up knowing that her husband could listen in. After that, she put her phone on speaker and laid it on the pillow next to them.
With that, she got on top of him, kissed him longingly, and slowly sunk down onto his majestic manhood.
“Oh godddddd! It’s so bigg, and soo gooood!” Kathryn slowly moved her hips sliding his thickness deeper and deeper inside her pussy.
“Yeah… Ride that big dick.” Mike had his hands on her waist and enjoyed the tightness of her pussy, while looking up at the beautiful woman and the blissful look she had on her face.
“Uh uhhhh…” A soft grunt was heard through the speakerphone. It was Alan soaking his underwear with cum.
In the producers' booth at the radio station, Kirsten had overheard some of the conversations through Alan’s speakerphone.
“Hehe.” She giggled when she saw and heard him groan. There was no doubt in her mind that he had just come in his pants. Immediately her thoughts drifted to her boyfriend Scott and the cute look he would always get while watching her make out with a sexy black man.
“Oh, darn.” Kirsten realized that the song had ended.
Tapping the glass window between her and the studio that Alan was in, she managed to get his attention.
“Uh, I… uhh… I have to get back on the air… uh...Thank… Thank you for letting me listen, Mr. Mike. I apologize if I got your name wrong.” Alan breathed heavily while he both thanked and apologized to the black man, who he remembered hearing his wife call Mike. He wanted to be proper so he added the Mr. part.
“You’re… ahh…. Welcome.” Mike had a firm grip of Kathryn’s waist and started pounding her hard even from underneath her.
“By...e… hon… oh, goddddd!” Kathryn couldn’t even finish her sentence, her pussy was absolutely stuffed to the brink with Mike’s thick manhood.
“Bye…” Alan reluctantly hung up and switched on his studio mic.
“Hey... folks.” Alan still breathed somewhat heavily.
“You can probably tell that I’m a bit out of breath. The reason, other than being out of shape...” Alan laughed.
“Is that my lovely wife just called me up from her hotel, where she was enjoying the company of a handsome black man… So if you would all just bear with me, I’ll run another song so I can catch my breath.” Alan chuckled and turned on another song.
It, of course, wasn’t the first time something like that had happened on live air. Afterward, Alan would often get flooded with supportive messages and calls from both male and female listeners telling him that they loved his show and that they had all been in similar spots.
Miles away from the Radio station, On 14 Crest Road, inside the lovely home of Fadi and Jamilah Najjar, Fadi reached up with both arms in the air and yawned.
“Ahhhh-haaaa.” He woke up in the downstairs guest bedroom with a smile on his face. He had just had the most amazing dream, evident by his slender penis standing straight up.
In the dream, he had picked up the latest issue of Molly Magazine for Jamilah, on which she was featured topless on the cover, standing next to two big and muscular black men. The two men had their eyes on her huge naked breasts, while Jamilah smiled lovingly at Fadi. Proudly he had told the cashier at the store that the woman on the cover was his wife.
Suddenly, he was no longer in the store. Instead, he stood in front of his wife and the two black men. Not only did one of the men have his big cock in Jamilah’s mouth, but he was coming as well. When he pulled his thick manhood out, cum flowed from the tip, and that’s when Jamilah turned.
“Kiss me Fadi.” She looked at him lovingly with a mouth full of cum.
“Oh yes, my love...” Unfortunately, this was when Fadi woke up from his dream. Which had been absolutely wondrous, though a bit incoherent, like most dreams, were.
As Fadi sat up on the edge of the bed, he raised his arms above his head and stretched once more. After another yawn, he glanced over at the alarm clock which he suspected would go off at any moment now.
“Oh no.” He had forgotten to set the alarm. It was already a few minutes past eight. Fadi had wanted to get up a bit earlier so that he could make breakfast for Jamilah and Marc.
I hope they haven’t gotten up yet… Fadi flew out of bed and hurried into the guest bathroom, where he peed, he had to lean over quite a bit since his penis was still standing straight up from his dream. Having thrown some water on his face, and brushed his teeth, he rushed back into the bedroom and found himself a pair of underwear. He didn’t bother with any other clothes since he was already late.
On his way to the kitchen, he passed the living room where he saw his wife’s dress on the sofa chair, along with Marc’s pants and shirt. Seeing their clothes, his mind flashed with images from last night where Jamilah had been on top of Marc, riding his big black cock hard, while her amazing tits had been in his face. Fadi felt a nice twitch in his underwear when he thought of the wonderful evening.
Phew… Fadi breathed a sigh of relief when he got to the kitchen and neither his wife nor Marc was there. Hopefully, he could still make them breakfast.
On his way over to the fridge, he glanced over at the digital photo frame that hung on the wall next to the fridge. Each day a new romantic photograph of himself and Jamilah would rotate in. Though if he had to be completely honest, most of the photographs he had copied into the frame were off Jamilah, and today was no exception. The picture that was on display Fadi had taken during a vacation, where Jamilah, in a skimpy bikini, had just been picked up off of her feet by Ramone, a handsome black man they had met on the beach. At the time, Ramone had been naked, and his thick and lengthy cock hung down between his thighs while he held Jamilah in his strong arms.
Fadi sighed at the beautiful and joyful smile that Jamilah sported when she looked up at Ramone. He also fondly remembered after the photograph was taken, when Jamilah asked Ramone if she could worship his ebony manhood.
What a vacation… Fadi smiled to himself, and with another twitch in his underwear, his mind wandered to the photo he had taken of Ramone erupting, shooting cum all over Jamilah’s oversized breasts.
After another tender sigh, admiring the photograph, Fadi remembered breakfast and snapped to it. Though before seeing what he had in the fridge, he went over and turned on the kitchen television. His favorite morning show, “Nothing but Sunshine with Sunny and Nolan” had already been on for an hour.
“Our next guest is the star of the new hit television show Action Jaxson, the talented and handsome Apollo Ababwe.” Nolan and Sunny stood up and applauded the broad-shouldered black man.
Sunny, the youthful blonde co-host of the morning show, had become well known for her fashion sense, and in her high rise mom jeans, and her loose pink top that halted just below her bare breasts, she had almost single-handedly reignited a flame for 80’s fashion.
“Thank you for having me.” Apollo sat down on the angular sofa next to Sunny and Nolan. His tailored shirt and pants drew everyone’s attention to his almost sculpted physique. Including Sunny, who almost looked lost in desire.
“It’s our pleasure.” With a hint of a smile, Nolan began the interview while his co-host seemed a bit preoccupied.
“And I must confess, my wife and I have been huge fans of yours since Black Commando.”
Fadi fondly nodded when Nolan mentioned Black Commando. He had seen the action movie plenty of times, where Apollo played Jericho, a highly decorated commando who sets out to rescue his friend Bill’s wife who had been kidnapped.
Such a great movie… Fadi felt his penis stiffen when he thought of the scene where Jericho beds Bill’s wife after freeing her from the villain’s evil clutches. What had made the scene so wonderful in Fadi’s opinion, was the fact that Bill had been helping Jericho over the radio, and now, with the radio on, he got to listen in on his wife having sex with Jericho.
The joyful scene brought back such lovely memories for Fadi of Jamilah calling him up so that he could listen in on her in bed with a handsome black man. Those were certainly calls he loved to get while at work.
With a smile on his face, Fadi went over to the fridge.
“Hmm…” He looked through the fridge, and grabbed some eggs, milk, and strawberry, along with some bread from the cupboard. He had decided to make an omelet with toast. Not the most original breakfast, but he wasn’t sure if he had time for anything else.
Amongst the Najjar men, the tradition of making breakfast for the black man who had graced their home with his presence and spent the night in bed with their wife, was a proud one, one that had been passed down from father to son. Fadi remembered many wonderful mornings helping his father Nadir prepare breakfast for the handsome black man who had spent the night in bed with Halima, Fadi’s mother.
Though he wasn’t a chef by any means, Fadi liked to think of himself as a pretty good cook. At least someone who could turn an average breakfast omelet into something special. In fact, it occurred to him that Marc’s last name was Leroux, and with the accent that he had, Fadi decided to whip up a french omelet.
So, with a frying pan on medium heat, he dropped in a knob of butter. Whilst the butter began to melt, Fadi cracked a few eggs into a bowl and wisped them gently with a fork. After seasoning the eggs with parmesan and some salt and pepper, he poured the mixture into the sizzling pan. With his wooden fork, he drew the mixture from side to side a few times then left it for a few seconds.
At that time, Fadi heard some footsteps upstairs. He could tell that they came from the bedroom.
Maybe they just got up… Fadi felt a bit relieved and wanted to glance over at the stairs, but since he certainly didn’t want to ruin the breakfast, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the omelet.
For a moment, Fadi expected to hear Jamilah and Marc’s footsteps on their way down, but when he didn’t, he took the time to finish the omelet, splitting it into two pieces onto separate plates. After which he garnished them with chives and parsley, put some french toast on the side, and finished off with a few strawberries.
Frankly, looking at the delicious plates, Fadi felt that he might have outdone himself. However, Jamilah and Marc had yet to come down.
Hmm, perhaps I should serve them upstairs… Fadi walked over and glanced up the stairs. Still, there was no sign of either Jamilah or Marc.
Well, I should probably ask them, they might want to have breakfast downstairs… Fadi headed upstairs, and midway he heard not only the shower from the bedroom’s adjoining bathroom but also soft moans.
Oh… For a moment he thought about waiting, and not going upstairs. He didn’t want to be improper and barge in since they were most likely both in the shower. At the same time, having made such an amazing omelet, he also wanted to let them know that breakfast was prepared for them.
Fadi thought to himself that if he decided to continue upstairs, he wouldn’t actually barge in per se. He would knock timidly, make himself known, and apologize. A gesture he, and many other men had picked up from the actor Martin, who plays Clumsy Martin.
In a famous article in Cuck Magazine, Martin had confessed that in the beginning, when the show started, he had been a bit uneasy about the fact that he had to barge in and try to catch the black men who were having sex with his wife Jessica. Even though it was the premise of the show, Martin told the Magazine that he always made sure to apologize to the black actors he had to barge in on, both before and after the scene was shot.
Martin also revealed in the article that he liked to invite the actors back to his home, where they and Jessica could take their time and finish what they had started on the set of the show.
After a brief moment of contemplation, most of which was spent imagining Jamilah in Marc’s arms, Fadi decided to go upstairs. And with those wonderful thoughts in mind, his underwear now sported the outline of his erection.
On the last step of the stairs, Fadi glanced over at the open door to the master bedroom. His ears filled up with Jamilah’s joyous moans, which cut through the sound of the shower like butter. With his heart pumping faster, Fadi carefully made his way over to the bedroom.
Oh wow… He had meant to knock on the door, but before he had a chance to do so, he caught a glimpse of Jamilah and Marc through the bathroom’s open door, and the shower’s clear glass.
Jamilah was slightly bent over, her arms and face tenderly resting against the glass. The huge natural pillows that were her breasts were also pressed and somewhat flattened against the glass. Behind her, with his hands on her hips, Marc rhythmically plunged his sizable black cock through the tight canals of Jamilah’s pussy.
So beautiful… Fadi was so taken. Jamilah looked so amazing in the shower with Marc. The sheer bliss that radiated off of her was something out of a dream or a painting. Fadi could simply watch Jamilah like that forever.
“Ohh oh oh!” Jamilah just couldn’t have asked for a better morning. She had woken up to Marc gently holding her tits together and moving his lips between her nipples, sucking them passionately. After a few more kisses he had moved down between her thighs and had eaten her pussy to such an amazing orgasm. Jamilah had so wanted to worship his tremendous cock in return, to feel it in her mouth, but instead, Marc had ushered her into the shower. There, after an intense makeout session, he had eased into her wetness and had brought her to another orgasm.
On the verge of another climax, Jamilah opened her eyes, and through the clear but steamy shower glass, she saw her loving husband in the doorway. She could tell that he had his hand inside his underwear and was stroking his erection.
“Ohh, my… husband… is watching.” Jamilah moaned. She wanted Marc to know that her sweet husband was out there.
“Mmm.” Marc could see Fadi through the steam. Though he had only met him yesterday, he really liked him. Jamilah’s husband was truly polite, almost overly so, but that was something Marc had always appreciated.
“Well… mm… let’s give him something to watch.” Marc picked up his pace and slammed his manliness into Jamilah hard.
And just in that wonderful moment, Marc nudged against the right spot which sent Jamilah over the edge.
“Ohhhh Marccc!” Jamilah’s womanly cry filled the misty room with euphoria. Her orgasm, which already sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body, became even more heavenly since she knew that her sweet husband was watching.
Oh, Jamilah yes… Fadi stroked his meager erection inside his white underpants. The soft fabric of his underpant’s crotch had become so damp with precum that his penis could almost be seen through it. Fadi simply loved the feel of the slippery mess.
“Uh uhhh uhhh!” Marc reached around and grabbed Jamilah’s huge breasts and pummeled her even harder. His huge black balls absolutely slapped against her sweet pussy. He could feel his thick cock being squeezed by her convulsions. He just knew that he was going to fill her pussy to the brink.
“Ohh, Jamilah.” Fadi softly exclaimed his love for his wife and spurted into his underwear. With how damp his underpants already were, his cum dribbled through the now transparent cloth and dripped down onto the floor.
“Uh Uhhhhhhh!” Marc groaned hard and shoved the full length of his fat black cock into Jamilah.
“Uhh! Hhh! uhhh!” One manly groan after the other left the strong black man as he pumped her full of cum.
“Oh yessss! Come inside mee!” Jamilah felt the wonderful warmth of sperm fill her up inside. She loved it. The sheer thought of a sexy black man coming inside of her made her orgasm bloom into another orgasm.
Though a bit delirious from his climax, Fadi attempted to keep his eyes focused on his wife and Marc. He just didn’t want to miss a second of such an exhilarating moment.
“Oh uh uhh uhh!” Marc kept emptying his big balls into Jamilah, and with his manly hands still cupping her big tits, he pulled her in closer. When he did, he let go of her huge soft breasts for a moment allowing them to bounce freely to his passionate thrusts.
“Uhh! Uh! Uhh!” Marc groaned. His big egg-shaped balls had been so full of cum that much of it had begun to leak out of her, even with his thick black cock completely stuffed inside her pussy.
“Ohh! ohh! Ohh!” In Marc’s masculine arms, Jamilah felt like she was on cloud nine. His huge erupting manhood felt so incredible inside of her, and each time he pushed inside of her and filled her with even more sperm, she had a mini orgasm.
“Ah… Ahh…” Marc felt his climax start to subside and let out a huge breath. Though he could probably fill a shot glass with the amount of cum that still flowed out from the tip of his cock.
“Ahh…” After another heavy exhale, he leaned into Jamilah and kissed her neck. At the same time, he reached up and once more found her tremendous breasts. They felt so soft and incredible in his hands.
“Oh, Marc, you… were amazing.” Jamilah put her arms around Marc’s neck and leaned back into him. His touch felt so good that she wanted to bare herself and make it even easier for him to feel her up. But more than that, he had utterly worn her out and she needed to lean on him to be able to hold herself up.
“Mm, you were amazing yourself.” While fondling her tits, he slid his tongue in between her lips and kissed her.
“Wow.” Fadi let out a soft gasp. Jamilah simply looked breathtaking in Marc’s arms. He kind of wished that he could listen in on what they were saying to each other. But of course, Fadi knew that it was between his wife and the handsome black man who was fondling her amazing breasts. A sight that he had always found so beautiful and exciting, and he felt so grateful to be in the presence of such a wonderful moment.
Marc lightly grabbed his softening jumbo-sized cock and slid it out from Jamilah’s cream-filled pussy. Once the tip popped out, cum flowed out from her gaping love canal and ran down her inner thigh.
“Oh.” Jamilah sighed when she felt Marc slide out of her. She already missed his big cock inside of her. But her sigh was quickly replaced by Marc’s passionate lips when he turned her around.
“Mmm.” Marc gently pressed up against Jamilah and kissed her, half-flattening her soft pillowy breasts against his chiseled chest. Between each of his smooth kisses, he seductively ran the tip of his tongue against her upper lip.
“I wish I could stay longer…” He kissed her again while running his hand down her hip and butt.
“But I have a flight to Lyon in a couple of hours.” Marc reluctantly had to be on his way soon. But before that, he leaned back and took in Jamilah’s naked beauty once more. He certainly wouldn’t have minded bedding her again.
“Oh.” Jamilah sighed again when she heard that he had to leave.
“Will I see you again?” Jamilah had only met the sexy black man yesterday when she and Fadi had been out on town. Fadi had gone over to a street vendor to get them something to drink when Marc had come over to her and introduced himself. His confidence when he told her how beautiful she was had been so attractive and his French accent so alluring that Jamilah had felt rather weak at the knees. So much so that they had ended up on a nearby bench, making out, with March sliding his hand up under her top to feel her big naturals.
While on the bench, Jamilah had spotted her loving husband watching them, which had made her so happy. Even more so when she noticed that he had three cups instead of two. Fadi must have seen her talking to Marc, and being the considerate man that he was, had gone back and gotten Marc something to drink as well. Fadi had also been the one who had invited Marc to their home.
“I hope so.” Marc leaned in and gave Jamilah another kiss.
“Well…” Jamilah yearningly returned his kiss. “Let me at least wash you up before you go.” She wanted to do more for him after he had given her such a wonderful morning.
“I think I have time for that.” Marc smiled, turned around, and took a step under the warm pouring water.
Eager for a chance to please him some more, Jamilah took the bottle of shower soap and splashed some on her hands.
“Mmm.” Jamilah softly gasped when she put her soapy hands on Marc’s back. His back felt so strong and masculine to the touch, that she was overcome by a desire to worship him. Tenderly she leaned in and pressed her ample breasts against his back.
“Mmm.” Jamilah slid her soapy breasts up and down his back. While at the same time, she reached around and washed his chest and abdomen with her feminine hands. Inch by inch she slid her fingers down toward his crotch. She wanted to feel his manhood one last time. To feel how big and strong he was.
“You know…” Marc turned around, feeling her amazing bosom slide across his body.
“If you keep on going like that, I might just miss my flight.” Marc felt his cock stiffening. If only the meeting in Lyon hadn’t depended on him being there, he would have booked another flight in a second.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jamilah smiled teasingly.
“I bet.” Marc returned her smile and gave her another kiss. He had certainly appreciated the way she had washed his back. But alas he had a plane to catch.
So after a couple more kisses, they turned off the shower and slid open the fogged-up glass door, where Fadi waited a bit awkwardly.
“Morning, honey.” Jamilah gave her sweet husband a sensuous look while leaning up against Marc’s arm, softly mushing her breasts against him. She wanted to tease Fadi a little, and she knew that this was something that always drove him crazy.
“H.. hi.” Fadi gasped a small hello. Once again he was dumbfounded by how sexy his wife was alongside a handsome black man.
“Oh, ‘ello Fadi.” Marc’s friendly greeting made his french accent come through a bit more.
“Oh, good morning, Mr. Leroux, uhm…” Fadi found himself without words when he happened to glance down at Marc’s sizable black cock nudging against Jamilah’s smooth thigh.
Wow… Fadi thought back to that joyous moment last night when he watched Jamilah take that huge thing into her mouth. She looked so gorgeous sucking Marc’s thick black cock.
Marc smiled at Fadi’s goofy glances. It was something he was quite used to and rather appreciated. “Could you hand me the towel? And you can call me Marc.”
“Oh, sorry, oh yes.” It took a second for Fadi to snap out of his wondrous thoughts and to realize what Marc had asked for.
Jamilah giggled lovingly when she glanced down at her husband’s underwear and noticed that she could see his cute penis through the white fabric. With that, she knew that Fadi had come while watching her in the shower with Marc.
Fadi went over to the towels that all hung on separate hooks that were all labeled with African symbols. The symbol above the towel he grabbed for Marc translated into; Powerful African Man, while the emblem above Jamilah’s towel read; Woman who desires black men. The symbol above Fadi’s own towel loosely translated into; meager man. Though Fadi had come up with his own translation that he liked a bit better; meager manhood.
“Here you go, Mr. Ler… I mean, Marc.” Fadi politely handed Marc a towel from his company’s luxury brand of Turkish cotton towels that they imported from Istanbul.
Fadi also handed Jamilah her own towel along with a soft smile.
“Thank you.” Marc took the fluffy towel and began to dry off his muscle-bound physique. Though the fact that he was in a bit of a hurry, didn’t stop him from enjoying Jamilah’s naked beauty as she dried herself off as well.
“Oh, and I’ve made some breakfast for the two of you. Which is why I came up. But I didn’t want to disturb the two of you… in the shower.” Fadi's eyes drifted over to Jamilah who had bent over to dry off her silky black hair. Her full and heavy breasts hung down in such a fantastical manner that for a moment he was simply mesmerized by them.
Jamilah smiled to herself. She could feel their eyes on her. A sensation that made her feel so desired and one that became even more apparent after she tied her towel around her hair and stood up. Her sweet husband glanced away in his own shy way, which she found so cute. Marc on the other hand looked her in her eyes with such confidence that made her so aroused for him.
“Thank you, Fadi. I am a bit hungry.” Marc finished drying himself off.
“Here, let me take care of that one for you.” Jamilah took a longing step toward Marc when she saw him looking around for a place to hang his wet towel. Standing so close to him, she instinctively glanced down at his girthy manhood which had already begun to grow, partially standing out. What she wouldn’t give to put her lips around it, to feel it in her mouth once more.
“Thank you.” Catching her glimpse, Marc leaned in and gave her a kiss while he handed her his towel.
Fadi felt a twitch in his underwear when he watched his busty wife receive a kiss from the handsome black man. It was something he had always found so riveting, something that had always made him warm inside.
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Suddenly a song from a phone began to play from the bedroom. A mixture of French hip hop and Afrobeat.
“That’s me. I have to get that.” Marc gave Jamilah another kiss and walked past Fadi, who politely moved out of the way.
Jamilah sighed when she watched Marc’s nude behind. Even from behind the sexy black man filled her with lust.
“Allo’, Louis.” Marc picked up his phone from the night table next to the bed. He could tell from the picture on the display that it was his friend and colleague, Louis.
“Allo’, Marc. How has the trip to the US been?” Louis sat by the kitchen island and watched his wife Adrienne cook dinner.
“Oh, it’s been…” Marc glanced through the door opening to the bathroom at Jamilah.
“Amazing.” Marc exchanged a smile with Jamilah.
“I can imagine.” Louis chuckled and imagined the women his friend must have been with. And with that exciting thought in mind, he glanced over at Adrienne and recalled the last time Marc had been over and spent the evening in bed with her. It had been such a terrific evening.
Louis smiled to himself and felt his penis stiffen in his pants when he relived the moment when Marc had asked him to come over to the bed and part Adrienne’s firm butt cheeks for him. To watch him push his thick black cock into her tight butthole had been such a beautiful pleasure. Even more so since he knew how much Adrienne loved to be taken in her amazing ass.
In the shower room, Jamilah reached for her bathrobe, though she had intended to leave it partly open since she wanted Marc to be able to see her naked body. After she put it on, she looked over at her sweet husband.
“I was hoping that you would come up and watch while I was in the shower with Marc.” It had always brought her so much joy to be able to look over and see Fadi watching her whenever she was with a black man.
“You looked so beautiful with him.” Fadi’s honesty was only matched by the warmth he felt for Jamilah. Barely could he keep his eyes off of her in her bathrobe. The way her robe partially hid her breasts, made him want to see them even more, but what really drew his attention was her sweet pussy that he could clearly see. Fadi visibly ran the tip of his tongue along his lips, such was his desire to tongue her after she had been with Marc, and he had pulled his big ebony cock out of her.
“And you looked so cute out there with your hand in your underwear.” Jamilah leaned in and gave her husband a tender kiss on his cheek. She loved how romantic he was.
In the bedroom, Marc laughed at his friend’s joke.
“In that case, you should believe everything they say.”
“Yeah, I really should.” Louis chuckled as well.
“Well, I won’t bother you any longer, I just thought I would call and see if you needed a ride from the airport tomorrow?”
“That’d be great Louis, I appreciate it.” Marc glanced in at Jamilah and saw her in her robe. She had left it open, the sides going down by her large breasts, hiding her nipples but showing an incredible cleavage.
Mm mm… Marc’s cock grew harder in a downward bent angle while he once more took in Jamilah’s beauty.
“Wow.” Jamilah let out a sweet gasp when she saw Marc looking at her. He was so sexy. Her desire to go down on her knees and worship his big black cock had only grown.
Fadi felt his heartbeat even faster when he heard his wife’s light moan. Following her lustful gaze into the bedroom, he sure couldn’t blame her for her heave when he was met by Marc’s impressive physique. But more than that, Fadi felt that the handsome black man that had graced their home deserved to see Jamilah in all of her nude beauty.
So in his own timid manner, Fadi moved up behind his wife and gently slid her robe past her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.
“Oh.” When her robe fell to the floor and she stood there fully nude in front of Marc, Jamilah was once more struck by how sweet and thoughtful her husband was. She really wasn’t sure why she had put her robe on in the first place, since her greatest longing was to be naked in front of black men.
Mmm… Marc felt his cock become fully engorged when he was greeted with Jamilah’s nude body. At that moment, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last to the airport without her draining his big balls.
“I have to go, Louis, au revoir.” Marc ended the call in as polite of a manner as he could and put it down on the night table. After that, he motioned Jamilah to come over to him.
“Thank you,” Jamilah whispered to her husband who had made this happen. She felt so grateful to be married to such a loving and proper man.
Fadi’s heart really began to pump as he watched his beautiful wife make her way over to Marc. His soft penis had again stiffened in his damp underwear.
Jamilah’s pulse raced when she got over to Marc. She could tell by his wandering eyes that he wanted to enjoy her naked body. So she stood there quietly, longing for his touch.
With a hunger for the beautiful woman in front of him, Marc grabbed her butt cheeks with his strong hands and pulled her in close. His lips pressed against hers while her large breasts mashed into his chest.
“Mm.” Jamilah returned Marc’s kiss with an even greater amount of passion. She was so hot for him. She could feel his big cock pressing against her leg. She wanted it.
Oh wow… Fadi had his breath taken away by the alluring sight ahead of him. Seeing his gorgeous and naked wife embrace and kiss the handsome black man again left him without words. The heavy amount of precum leaking out of his penis had to do the speaking for him.
“May I worship your big manhood.” After several heavy tongue kisses, Jamilah found herself looking up into Marc’s captivating eyes.
“You certainly may.” Marc breathed heavily already.
“Thank you.” Jamilah looked up at him while she lowered herself down onto her knees, all the while running her ample and immensely soft breasts down against his body.
Oh god… So big… so beautiful… Jamilah let out another soft moan when she came face to face with Marc’s ebony cock.
“Mghmm.” She hurried to put her lips around his big cockhead. The urge to feel it in her mouth, to suck it was simply too great for her to take it slow.
“Mmm, I love sucking your black cock.” Jamilah spurted out before quickly returning to her luscious task.
Mmm… It feels so good in my mouth… it feels so gooddd… With only his stiff erection in her mouth, and without a single finger between her legs, Jamilah orgasmed.
“Ohh.” Marc gently held the back of Jamilah’s head and moved his hips back and forth, slowly sliding his cock between her sweet slips. In his bliss, he glanced over and saw Jamilah’s husband, and noticed that he had remained by the doorway to the bathroom. Which didn’t surprise him considering how proper of a man Fadi was. And seeing the dreamy look in his eyes, Marc could tell that Fadi was completely enthralled by what he was seeing. Though it occurred to Marc that he probably couldn’t see very well since the back of his wife’s head was facing him.
“Fadi.” Marc got Fadi’s attention and motioned him over to a spot next to him and Jamilah.
Oh… Fadi’s eyes widened when he heard Marc’s voice. He felt such gratitude toward the handsome black man as he slowly, but politely made his way over. He was so eager to see his wife sucking Marc’s big cock that he even leaned forward a bit on his way over.
“Wow.” Fadi gasped when he finally saw Jamilah with that thick black cock in her mouth. She looked so radiant as she pleasured him.
While massaging Marc’s heavy balls and blowing his big cock, Jamilah caught a pleasing sight in the corner of her eye. Her husband. A sensation of joy came over her knowing that Fadi now had a clear view of her sucking Marc’s incredible erection.
“She’s… so beautiful,” Fadi said softly without even realizing it. That’s how much he loved Jamilah.
“She certainly… is… and… mm… she’s about to… mmm… get even more… lovelyy!” Marc groaned as his big balls twitched and he erupted into her mouth, spraying her with cum.
Jamilah’s eyes flew open when she felt the warm sperm splash against her tongue and the back of her mouth.
“Uhhh! hhh! uhh! Uhhh!” Marc grabbed his throbbing cock and held the tip just outside Jamilah’s open mouth. Cum absolutely spewed out, landing on her tongue before flowing down and pooling under her tongue.
“Ohhh, Jamilahhh!” Fadi let out a timid moan and spurted into his underwear once more. Since not a lot of time had passed since he came before, his climax only resulted in droplets of cum flowing from his penis.
Mmmm… more….mmmm… Jamilah loved the feeling of warm cum in her mouth. Even its potent aroma filled her with lust. She wanted all of it, but with her mouth filling up, she knew that she had to swallow.
“Mghmm.” Jamilah closed her mouth and joyfully swallowed Marc’s wonderful sperm. At the same time, her lips and face were splashed with even more cum.
Mmmm… She closed her eyes to savor the moment even more. It made her feel so womanly to be on her knees in front of a sexy black man, and have him come all over her. And with her sweet husband watching her, Jamilah couldn’t ask for anything more.
Wow… so much cum… Fadi panted. His eyes were fixated on the ropes of cum that landed on Jamilah’s beautiful face and dripped down onto her bosom. Somehow it made her look even more amazing.
Slowly Jamilah opened her eyes and looked up at Marc who towered over her. She could feel his wet sperm on her lips and hurried to stick her tongue out in the hopes for more.
“Uhh! Uhhhh! Uhhh!” Marc jerked his huge erection a few more times, exhaling heavily with each stroke. The intense eruption had begun to taper off, and after another deep exhale, he let the tip rest on Jamilah’s tongue.
“Mmm.” Jamilah tenderly wrapped all of her ten fingers around Marc’s girth and slowly began to stroke his shaft. With each gentle stroke, delicious and slimy cum flowed out from his pee slit onto her tongue.
Once more she saw her husband in the corner of her eye. With that sweet and goofy look on his face and the breaths he took, she could tell that he had spurted in his underwear yet again. What’s more, in his eyes, she could see the love he had for her. A love that she too had for him, and with that love, she wanted to further share this romantic moment with him.
“Mm, may I kiss my husband?” Without swallowing his cum, Jamilah looked up at the sexy man standing over her.
Oh wow… The excitement and warmth inside Fadi rose, even more, when he heard his loving wife ask Marc.
After letting out another breath, Marc looked down at the beautiful woman who had just drained his balls, and up at her polite husband, and gave them both a generous nod.
Elation filled Jamilah and she wanted to thank Marc for being so giving, but since it had been a bit tricky to ask before, she instead gave him a grateful glance and stood up. She didn’t want to risk spilling any of his savory sperm.
Oh, Jamilah… Fadi found himself speechless when Jamilah turned to face him. She looked so beautiful with wads of cum on her face and breasts. And that sweet look she gave him, filled his heart with love. At that moment, Fadi felt that he certainly must have done something right in this life to be married to such a goddess.
“Mmm.” Jamilah leaned into her husband, putting her arms around him and gently pressing her large soft breasts into his chest while she slid her tongue in between his lips.
“Mmm.” If his underwear hadn’t already been soaked with cum, Fadi knew that he would have spurted the moment his wife kissed him and he tasted the slimy cum on her tongue.
Oh, Habibi… Jamilah passionately swirled her tongue around her husband’s, and through Marc’s tasty sperm. She loved kissing Fadi like this. She always felt such a deep and loving connection with him whenever they shared a black man’s cum like this.
Oh, Jamilah… Fadi kissed his wife’s sugary lips and slid his tongue against her creamy tongue. The taste of sperm mixed with her sweet saliva was truly an overwhelming sensation. It filled his mind with such desire for Jamilah and an even greater thankfulness to the handsome black man.
“Mmm.” Jamilah tenderly broke their kiss and leaned back. A string of cum formed between her lips and her husband’s when she did.
“Thank you for letting me share this moment with Fadi, Marc.” Jamilah glanced over at the sexy man. She hadn’t been able to thank him before and wanted to make sure that she did.
Fadi too wanted to thank Marc and hurried to swallow the cum Jamilah had shared with him.
“Mmm.” He took a second to enjoy the feeling.
“Mhm, yes, thank you, Mr. Leroux.” Fadi panted while he politely looked over at Marc. He knew that he could call him by his first name, but at the moment, Fadi felt that the proper thing was to call him by his surname.
“You’re very much welcome.” Marc appreciated the gesture and with a gentle smile, he gave them both a nod.
“Uhm, I know you’re in a hurry, but do you think that maybe I could thank you properly? Jamilah hoped that she would be able to.
“I think we have time for that.” Marc did glance over at the time, but he couldn’t say no to such a beautiful woman.
“Thank you.” A happy and excited Jamilah sat down in front of Marc’s crotch. His beautiful ebony cock still looked so hefty and powerful even though he had just climaxed.
“Mmm.” Jamilah leaned to the side and kissed his right ball and then his left. She kind of wished that she would have spent more time worshiping his big balls when she had the chance. After her gentle kisses, she leaned back and tenderly kissed each side of his bulbous cockhead and finally a sweet kiss on the tip.
“Thank you.” Jamilah longingly looked up at the sexy black man.
While lovingly looking on, Fadi let out a sigh. What a morning it had been.
To be continued…
Chapter 1
“I hope you’re not tired of the beautiful weather we’ve been having because there’s going to be another sunny day in Valley County…” The forty-two-year-old Alan Westerman looked out through the window of his radio studio from atop the hill. The glimmers from the sun as it rose over the Valley was quite a thing to behold, a sight that Alan had been fortunate to experience for almost twenty years being the local weatherman and radio host.
“And now here’s a song by the Simmons, Let the sunshine shine…” Alan switched over to the song while his producer Kirsten came on over the studio’s intercom.
“Alan, your wife is on line two.”
“Thanks. Kirsten.” Alan was excited to hear from his wife Kathryn who was visiting their ******** Lindsey at her college.
“Hey, hun.” Alan glanced over at the framed photographs he had sitting on his desk. One was a ****** photo with his sweet nineteen-year-old ******** Lindsey and his wife Kathryn. The other photograph was of his beautiful wife in a stunning and revealing evening gown that hugged her slender body. Though she wasn’t alone in the photograph. Next to her, with his arm around her waist stood Marcus, a very handsome black man that they had met during the award show where Alan had accepted an award for favorite local personality.
The loving smile Kathryn had in the photograph always made Alan feel warm inside.
“Hi, honey, I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.” Kathryn laid naked in her hotel room bed, her head resting against the soft pillow. She had just woken up a few minutes earlier and tuned into her husband’s morning show, which she loved to listen to each morning. However, since Alan’s show was only broadcasted locally in Valley County, she had listened through their radio app on her phone.
“You know you can never call me at a bad time.” Alan was as much in love with his wife now as he was when he met her, over twenty years ago.
“Oh, you sweet talker you,” Kathryn smiled at her husband’s compliment.
“Well, I am a professional...” Alan chuckled, having been on the radio for almost twenty years.
“And of course, it’s not hard when I’m talking to such a beautiful woman.” Alan wished that he could reach across the phone line and give his wife a kiss.
Whilst Kathryn enjoyed her husband’s sweet talk, she felt the touch of a strong, masculine hand on her naked skin. From her somewhat flat, yet fleshy tummy, she felt it glide up her body until it reached her soft breasts.
“Mhhmm.” Kathryn moaned and glanced up at the sexy black man she had spent the night with. It felt so amazing having his hands all over her breasts, fondling them, caressing her nipples.
Oh… Over the phone line, Alan heard his wife moan and smiled to himself. Had he gotten her a bit excited with his sweet talk.
“Ohh, Mike…” Kathryn gasped when the man lying next to her ran his hand down her body until he reached her sweet spot between her legs. There, he slid two fingers along her slit and slowly began to rub her clit.
Oh… An even bigger smile spread across Alan’s face when he realized that his wife wasn’t alone. Instinctively, he unzipped his pants and stuck his hand down past his underwear, where his soft penis had begun to stiffen. He wondered if it was the same black man Kathryn had spent the night with.
The reason he wondered, was because last night whilst he laid in bed watching the news, he had gotten a text message with an included video clip from his wife.
The message had read; Enjoy the big splash. Smiley Face.
The moment Alan clicked on the video clip, which featured an impressive black cock being jerked above Kathryn’s face, he tossed the bedspread to the side and started stroking his bare penis.
“Give me that big load… I want it all over my face.” Alan saw his beautiful wife looking up at the camera.
Oh yes, come on her face… Alan furiously stroked his meager penis. He wanted to come at the same time as the black man came over Kathryn.
“Uh uhh uhhh uhhhhh!” Alan heard the man grunt while ropes of cum shot out from the tip of his big cock and splashed across Kathryn’s pretty face.
“Oh, yesss…” Alan felt his balls twitch and immediately after two slender streams of sperm burst out from his erection and landed on his belly. With a heavy breath and his penis dripping cum, Alan turned his focus back onto the clip where the black man was still erupting over Kathryn’s face.
“Oh wow.” Alan panted. His wife looked so exquisite with all that slimy semen on her face. Kathryn looked even more beautiful when the tip of the black man’s cock began to drip instead of shoot cum, and she took him into her mouth and gently sucked his throbbing cock. What Alan wouldn’t have given to have been there with her.
The video ended with Kathryn looking up into the camera, smiling, and blowing him a kiss.
“What a woman.” Alan had naturally leaned in and tried to kiss his wife’s cum splashed lips.
Back in Kathryn’s hotel room, she had turned to face Mike and was kissing him. At the same time, she had reached down and was stroking his ebony cock. A cock, so girthy that her fingers only reached halfway around.
In the studio, Alan wondered if he should maybe say goodbye and hang up. He didn’t want to be improper and listen in on the black man without knowing that it was okay.
“Is it okay if my husband listens in?” It was as if Kathryn had read her husband’s mind.
“Sure, put it on speaker,” Mike told Kathryn who lit up knowing that her husband could listen in. After that, she put her phone on speaker and laid it on the pillow next to them.
With that, she got on top of him, kissed him longingly, and slowly sunk down onto his majestic manhood.
“Oh godddddd! It’s so bigg, and soo gooood!” Kathryn slowly moved her hips sliding his thickness deeper and deeper inside her pussy.
“Yeah… Ride that big dick.” Mike had his hands on her waist and enjoyed the tightness of her pussy, while looking up at the beautiful woman and the blissful look she had on her face.
“Uh uhhhh…” A soft grunt was heard through the speakerphone. It was Alan soaking his underwear with cum.
In the producers' booth at the radio station, Kirsten had overheard some of the conversations through Alan’s speakerphone.
“Hehe.” She giggled when she saw and heard him groan. There was no doubt in her mind that he had just come in his pants. Immediately her thoughts drifted to her boyfriend Scott and the cute look he would always get while watching her make out with a sexy black man.
“Oh, darn.” Kirsten realized that the song had ended.
Tapping the glass window between her and the studio that Alan was in, she managed to get his attention.
“Uh, I… uhh… I have to get back on the air… uh...Thank… Thank you for letting me listen, Mr. Mike. I apologize if I got your name wrong.” Alan breathed heavily while he both thanked and apologized to the black man, who he remembered hearing his wife call Mike. He wanted to be proper so he added the Mr. part.
“You’re… ahh…. Welcome.” Mike had a firm grip of Kathryn’s waist and started pounding her hard even from underneath her.
“By...e… hon… oh, goddddd!” Kathryn couldn’t even finish her sentence, her pussy was absolutely stuffed to the brink with Mike’s thick manhood.
“Bye…” Alan reluctantly hung up and switched on his studio mic.
“Hey... folks.” Alan still breathed somewhat heavily.
“You can probably tell that I’m a bit out of breath. The reason, other than being out of shape...” Alan laughed.
“Is that my lovely wife just called me up from her hotel, where she was enjoying the company of a handsome black man… So if you would all just bear with me, I’ll run another song so I can catch my breath.” Alan chuckled and turned on another song.
It, of course, wasn’t the first time something like that had happened on live air. Afterward, Alan would often get flooded with supportive messages and calls from both male and female listeners telling him that they loved his show and that they had all been in similar spots.
Miles away from the Radio station, On 14 Crest Road, inside the lovely home of Fadi and Jamilah Najjar, Fadi reached up with both arms in the air and yawned.
“Ahhhh-haaaa.” He woke up in the downstairs guest bedroom with a smile on his face. He had just had the most amazing dream, evident by his slender penis standing straight up.
In the dream, he had picked up the latest issue of Molly Magazine for Jamilah, on which she was featured topless on the cover, standing next to two big and muscular black men. The two men had their eyes on her huge naked breasts, while Jamilah smiled lovingly at Fadi. Proudly he had told the cashier at the store that the woman on the cover was his wife.
Suddenly, he was no longer in the store. Instead, he stood in front of his wife and the two black men. Not only did one of the men have his big cock in Jamilah’s mouth, but he was coming as well. When he pulled his thick manhood out, cum flowed from the tip, and that’s when Jamilah turned.
“Kiss me Fadi.” She looked at him lovingly with a mouth full of cum.
“Oh yes, my love...” Unfortunately, this was when Fadi woke up from his dream. Which had been absolutely wondrous, though a bit incoherent, like most dreams, were.
As Fadi sat up on the edge of the bed, he raised his arms above his head and stretched once more. After another yawn, he glanced over at the alarm clock which he suspected would go off at any moment now.
“Oh no.” He had forgotten to set the alarm. It was already a few minutes past eight. Fadi had wanted to get up a bit earlier so that he could make breakfast for Jamilah and Marc.
I hope they haven’t gotten up yet… Fadi flew out of bed and hurried into the guest bathroom, where he peed, he had to lean over quite a bit since his penis was still standing straight up from his dream. Having thrown some water on his face, and brushed his teeth, he rushed back into the bedroom and found himself a pair of underwear. He didn’t bother with any other clothes since he was already late.
On his way to the kitchen, he passed the living room where he saw his wife’s dress on the sofa chair, along with Marc’s pants and shirt. Seeing their clothes, his mind flashed with images from last night where Jamilah had been on top of Marc, riding his big black cock hard, while her amazing tits had been in his face. Fadi felt a nice twitch in his underwear when he thought of the wonderful evening.
Phew… Fadi breathed a sigh of relief when he got to the kitchen and neither his wife nor Marc was there. Hopefully, he could still make them breakfast.
On his way over to the fridge, he glanced over at the digital photo frame that hung on the wall next to the fridge. Each day a new romantic photograph of himself and Jamilah would rotate in. Though if he had to be completely honest, most of the photographs he had copied into the frame were off Jamilah, and today was no exception. The picture that was on display Fadi had taken during a vacation, where Jamilah, in a skimpy bikini, had just been picked up off of her feet by Ramone, a handsome black man they had met on the beach. At the time, Ramone had been naked, and his thick and lengthy cock hung down between his thighs while he held Jamilah in his strong arms.
Fadi sighed at the beautiful and joyful smile that Jamilah sported when she looked up at Ramone. He also fondly remembered after the photograph was taken, when Jamilah asked Ramone if she could worship his ebony manhood.
What a vacation… Fadi smiled to himself, and with another twitch in his underwear, his mind wandered to the photo he had taken of Ramone erupting, shooting cum all over Jamilah’s oversized breasts.
After another tender sigh, admiring the photograph, Fadi remembered breakfast and snapped to it. Though before seeing what he had in the fridge, he went over and turned on the kitchen television. His favorite morning show, “Nothing but Sunshine with Sunny and Nolan” had already been on for an hour.
“Our next guest is the star of the new hit television show Action Jaxson, the talented and handsome Apollo Ababwe.” Nolan and Sunny stood up and applauded the broad-shouldered black man.
Sunny, the youthful blonde co-host of the morning show, had become well known for her fashion sense, and in her high rise mom jeans, and her loose pink top that halted just below her bare breasts, she had almost single-handedly reignited a flame for 80’s fashion.
“Thank you for having me.” Apollo sat down on the angular sofa next to Sunny and Nolan. His tailored shirt and pants drew everyone’s attention to his almost sculpted physique. Including Sunny, who almost looked lost in desire.
“It’s our pleasure.” With a hint of a smile, Nolan began the interview while his co-host seemed a bit preoccupied.
“And I must confess, my wife and I have been huge fans of yours since Black Commando.”
Fadi fondly nodded when Nolan mentioned Black Commando. He had seen the action movie plenty of times, where Apollo played Jericho, a highly decorated commando who sets out to rescue his friend Bill’s wife who had been kidnapped.
Such a great movie… Fadi felt his penis stiffen when he thought of the scene where Jericho beds Bill’s wife after freeing her from the villain’s evil clutches. What had made the scene so wonderful in Fadi’s opinion, was the fact that Bill had been helping Jericho over the radio, and now, with the radio on, he got to listen in on his wife having sex with Jericho.
The joyful scene brought back such lovely memories for Fadi of Jamilah calling him up so that he could listen in on her in bed with a handsome black man. Those were certainly calls he loved to get while at work.
With a smile on his face, Fadi went over to the fridge.
“Hmm…” He looked through the fridge, and grabbed some eggs, milk, and strawberry, along with some bread from the cupboard. He had decided to make an omelet with toast. Not the most original breakfast, but he wasn’t sure if he had time for anything else.
Amongst the Najjar men, the tradition of making breakfast for the black man who had graced their home with his presence and spent the night in bed with their wife, was a proud one, one that had been passed down from father to son. Fadi remembered many wonderful mornings helping his father Nadir prepare breakfast for the handsome black man who had spent the night in bed with Halima, Fadi’s mother.
Though he wasn’t a chef by any means, Fadi liked to think of himself as a pretty good cook. At least someone who could turn an average breakfast omelet into something special. In fact, it occurred to him that Marc’s last name was Leroux, and with the accent that he had, Fadi decided to whip up a french omelet.
So, with a frying pan on medium heat, he dropped in a knob of butter. Whilst the butter began to melt, Fadi cracked a few eggs into a bowl and wisped them gently with a fork. After seasoning the eggs with parmesan and some salt and pepper, he poured the mixture into the sizzling pan. With his wooden fork, he drew the mixture from side to side a few times then left it for a few seconds.
At that time, Fadi heard some footsteps upstairs. He could tell that they came from the bedroom.
Maybe they just got up… Fadi felt a bit relieved and wanted to glance over at the stairs, but since he certainly didn’t want to ruin the breakfast, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the omelet.
For a moment, Fadi expected to hear Jamilah and Marc’s footsteps on their way down, but when he didn’t, he took the time to finish the omelet, splitting it into two pieces onto separate plates. After which he garnished them with chives and parsley, put some french toast on the side, and finished off with a few strawberries.
Frankly, looking at the delicious plates, Fadi felt that he might have outdone himself. However, Jamilah and Marc had yet to come down.
Hmm, perhaps I should serve them upstairs… Fadi walked over and glanced up the stairs. Still, there was no sign of either Jamilah or Marc.
Well, I should probably ask them, they might want to have breakfast downstairs… Fadi headed upstairs, and midway he heard not only the shower from the bedroom’s adjoining bathroom but also soft moans.
Oh… For a moment he thought about waiting, and not going upstairs. He didn’t want to be improper and barge in since they were most likely both in the shower. At the same time, having made such an amazing omelet, he also wanted to let them know that breakfast was prepared for them.
Fadi thought to himself that if he decided to continue upstairs, he wouldn’t actually barge in per se. He would knock timidly, make himself known, and apologize. A gesture he, and many other men had picked up from the actor Martin, who plays Clumsy Martin.
In a famous article in Cuck Magazine, Martin had confessed that in the beginning, when the show started, he had been a bit uneasy about the fact that he had to barge in and try to catch the black men who were having sex with his wife Jessica. Even though it was the premise of the show, Martin told the Magazine that he always made sure to apologize to the black actors he had to barge in on, both before and after the scene was shot.
Martin also revealed in the article that he liked to invite the actors back to his home, where they and Jessica could take their time and finish what they had started on the set of the show.
After a brief moment of contemplation, most of which was spent imagining Jamilah in Marc’s arms, Fadi decided to go upstairs. And with those wonderful thoughts in mind, his underwear now sported the outline of his erection.
On the last step of the stairs, Fadi glanced over at the open door to the master bedroom. His ears filled up with Jamilah’s joyous moans, which cut through the sound of the shower like butter. With his heart pumping faster, Fadi carefully made his way over to the bedroom.
Oh wow… He had meant to knock on the door, but before he had a chance to do so, he caught a glimpse of Jamilah and Marc through the bathroom’s open door, and the shower’s clear glass.
Jamilah was slightly bent over, her arms and face tenderly resting against the glass. The huge natural pillows that were her breasts were also pressed and somewhat flattened against the glass. Behind her, with his hands on her hips, Marc rhythmically plunged his sizable black cock through the tight canals of Jamilah’s pussy.
So beautiful… Fadi was so taken. Jamilah looked so amazing in the shower with Marc. The sheer bliss that radiated off of her was something out of a dream or a painting. Fadi could simply watch Jamilah like that forever.
“Ohh oh oh!” Jamilah just couldn’t have asked for a better morning. She had woken up to Marc gently holding her tits together and moving his lips between her nipples, sucking them passionately. After a few more kisses he had moved down between her thighs and had eaten her pussy to such an amazing orgasm. Jamilah had so wanted to worship his tremendous cock in return, to feel it in her mouth, but instead, Marc had ushered her into the shower. There, after an intense makeout session, he had eased into her wetness and had brought her to another orgasm.
On the verge of another climax, Jamilah opened her eyes, and through the clear but steamy shower glass, she saw her loving husband in the doorway. She could tell that he had his hand inside his underwear and was stroking his erection.
“Ohh, my… husband… is watching.” Jamilah moaned. She wanted Marc to know that her sweet husband was out there.
“Mmm.” Marc could see Fadi through the steam. Though he had only met him yesterday, he really liked him. Jamilah’s husband was truly polite, almost overly so, but that was something Marc had always appreciated.
“Well… mm… let’s give him something to watch.” Marc picked up his pace and slammed his manliness into Jamilah hard.
And just in that wonderful moment, Marc nudged against the right spot which sent Jamilah over the edge.
“Ohhhh Marccc!” Jamilah’s womanly cry filled the misty room with euphoria. Her orgasm, which already sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body, became even more heavenly since she knew that her sweet husband was watching.
Oh, Jamilah yes… Fadi stroked his meager erection inside his white underpants. The soft fabric of his underpant’s crotch had become so damp with precum that his penis could almost be seen through it. Fadi simply loved the feel of the slippery mess.
“Uh uhhh uhhh!” Marc reached around and grabbed Jamilah’s huge breasts and pummeled her even harder. His huge black balls absolutely slapped against her sweet pussy. He could feel his thick cock being squeezed by her convulsions. He just knew that he was going to fill her pussy to the brink.
“Ohh, Jamilah.” Fadi softly exclaimed his love for his wife and spurted into his underwear. With how damp his underpants already were, his cum dribbled through the now transparent cloth and dripped down onto the floor.
“Uh Uhhhhhhh!” Marc groaned hard and shoved the full length of his fat black cock into Jamilah.
“Uhh! Hhh! uhhh!” One manly groan after the other left the strong black man as he pumped her full of cum.
“Oh yessss! Come inside mee!” Jamilah felt the wonderful warmth of sperm fill her up inside. She loved it. The sheer thought of a sexy black man coming inside of her made her orgasm bloom into another orgasm.
Though a bit delirious from his climax, Fadi attempted to keep his eyes focused on his wife and Marc. He just didn’t want to miss a second of such an exhilarating moment.
“Oh uh uhh uhh!” Marc kept emptying his big balls into Jamilah, and with his manly hands still cupping her big tits, he pulled her in closer. When he did, he let go of her huge soft breasts for a moment allowing them to bounce freely to his passionate thrusts.
“Uhh! Uh! Uhh!” Marc groaned. His big egg-shaped balls had been so full of cum that much of it had begun to leak out of her, even with his thick black cock completely stuffed inside her pussy.
“Ohh! ohh! Ohh!” In Marc’s masculine arms, Jamilah felt like she was on cloud nine. His huge erupting manhood felt so incredible inside of her, and each time he pushed inside of her and filled her with even more sperm, she had a mini orgasm.
“Ah… Ahh…” Marc felt his climax start to subside and let out a huge breath. Though he could probably fill a shot glass with the amount of cum that still flowed out from the tip of his cock.
“Ahh…” After another heavy exhale, he leaned into Jamilah and kissed her neck. At the same time, he reached up and once more found her tremendous breasts. They felt so soft and incredible in his hands.
“Oh, Marc, you… were amazing.” Jamilah put her arms around Marc’s neck and leaned back into him. His touch felt so good that she wanted to bare herself and make it even easier for him to feel her up. But more than that, he had utterly worn her out and she needed to lean on him to be able to hold herself up.
“Mm, you were amazing yourself.” While fondling her tits, he slid his tongue in between her lips and kissed her.
“Wow.” Fadi let out a soft gasp. Jamilah simply looked breathtaking in Marc’s arms. He kind of wished that he could listen in on what they were saying to each other. But of course, Fadi knew that it was between his wife and the handsome black man who was fondling her amazing breasts. A sight that he had always found so beautiful and exciting, and he felt so grateful to be in the presence of such a wonderful moment.
Marc lightly grabbed his softening jumbo-sized cock and slid it out from Jamilah’s cream-filled pussy. Once the tip popped out, cum flowed out from her gaping love canal and ran down her inner thigh.
“Oh.” Jamilah sighed when she felt Marc slide out of her. She already missed his big cock inside of her. But her sigh was quickly replaced by Marc’s passionate lips when he turned her around.
“Mmm.” Marc gently pressed up against Jamilah and kissed her, half-flattening her soft pillowy breasts against his chiseled chest. Between each of his smooth kisses, he seductively ran the tip of his tongue against her upper lip.
“I wish I could stay longer…” He kissed her again while running his hand down her hip and butt.
“But I have a flight to Lyon in a couple of hours.” Marc reluctantly had to be on his way soon. But before that, he leaned back and took in Jamilah’s naked beauty once more. He certainly wouldn’t have minded bedding her again.
“Oh.” Jamilah sighed again when she heard that he had to leave.
“Will I see you again?” Jamilah had only met the sexy black man yesterday when she and Fadi had been out on town. Fadi had gone over to a street vendor to get them something to drink when Marc had come over to her and introduced himself. His confidence when he told her how beautiful she was had been so attractive and his French accent so alluring that Jamilah had felt rather weak at the knees. So much so that they had ended up on a nearby bench, making out, with March sliding his hand up under her top to feel her big naturals.
While on the bench, Jamilah had spotted her loving husband watching them, which had made her so happy. Even more so when she noticed that he had three cups instead of two. Fadi must have seen her talking to Marc, and being the considerate man that he was, had gone back and gotten Marc something to drink as well. Fadi had also been the one who had invited Marc to their home.
“I hope so.” Marc leaned in and gave Jamilah another kiss.
“Well…” Jamilah yearningly returned his kiss. “Let me at least wash you up before you go.” She wanted to do more for him after he had given her such a wonderful morning.
“I think I have time for that.” Marc smiled, turned around, and took a step under the warm pouring water.
Eager for a chance to please him some more, Jamilah took the bottle of shower soap and splashed some on her hands.
“Mmm.” Jamilah softly gasped when she put her soapy hands on Marc’s back. His back felt so strong and masculine to the touch, that she was overcome by a desire to worship him. Tenderly she leaned in and pressed her ample breasts against his back.
“Mmm.” Jamilah slid her soapy breasts up and down his back. While at the same time, she reached around and washed his chest and abdomen with her feminine hands. Inch by inch she slid her fingers down toward his crotch. She wanted to feel his manhood one last time. To feel how big and strong he was.
“You know…” Marc turned around, feeling her amazing bosom slide across his body.
“If you keep on going like that, I might just miss my flight.” Marc felt his cock stiffening. If only the meeting in Lyon hadn’t depended on him being there, he would have booked another flight in a second.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jamilah smiled teasingly.
“I bet.” Marc returned her smile and gave her another kiss. He had certainly appreciated the way she had washed his back. But alas he had a plane to catch.
So after a couple more kisses, they turned off the shower and slid open the fogged-up glass door, where Fadi waited a bit awkwardly.
“Morning, honey.” Jamilah gave her sweet husband a sensuous look while leaning up against Marc’s arm, softly mushing her breasts against him. She wanted to tease Fadi a little, and she knew that this was something that always drove him crazy.
“H.. hi.” Fadi gasped a small hello. Once again he was dumbfounded by how sexy his wife was alongside a handsome black man.
“Oh, ‘ello Fadi.” Marc’s friendly greeting made his french accent come through a bit more.
“Oh, good morning, Mr. Leroux, uhm…” Fadi found himself without words when he happened to glance down at Marc’s sizable black cock nudging against Jamilah’s smooth thigh.
Wow… Fadi thought back to that joyous moment last night when he watched Jamilah take that huge thing into her mouth. She looked so gorgeous sucking Marc’s thick black cock.
Marc smiled at Fadi’s goofy glances. It was something he was quite used to and rather appreciated. “Could you hand me the towel? And you can call me Marc.”
“Oh, sorry, oh yes.” It took a second for Fadi to snap out of his wondrous thoughts and to realize what Marc had asked for.
Jamilah giggled lovingly when she glanced down at her husband’s underwear and noticed that she could see his cute penis through the white fabric. With that, she knew that Fadi had come while watching her in the shower with Marc.
Fadi went over to the towels that all hung on separate hooks that were all labeled with African symbols. The symbol above the towel he grabbed for Marc translated into; Powerful African Man, while the emblem above Jamilah’s towel read; Woman who desires black men. The symbol above Fadi’s own towel loosely translated into; meager man. Though Fadi had come up with his own translation that he liked a bit better; meager manhood.
“Here you go, Mr. Ler… I mean, Marc.” Fadi politely handed Marc a towel from his company’s luxury brand of Turkish cotton towels that they imported from Istanbul.
Fadi also handed Jamilah her own towel along with a soft smile.
“Thank you.” Marc took the fluffy towel and began to dry off his muscle-bound physique. Though the fact that he was in a bit of a hurry, didn’t stop him from enjoying Jamilah’s naked beauty as she dried herself off as well.
“Oh, and I’ve made some breakfast for the two of you. Which is why I came up. But I didn’t want to disturb the two of you… in the shower.” Fadi's eyes drifted over to Jamilah who had bent over to dry off her silky black hair. Her full and heavy breasts hung down in such a fantastical manner that for a moment he was simply mesmerized by them.
Jamilah smiled to herself. She could feel their eyes on her. A sensation that made her feel so desired and one that became even more apparent after she tied her towel around her hair and stood up. Her sweet husband glanced away in his own shy way, which she found so cute. Marc on the other hand looked her in her eyes with such confidence that made her so aroused for him.
“Thank you, Fadi. I am a bit hungry.” Marc finished drying himself off.
“Here, let me take care of that one for you.” Jamilah took a longing step toward Marc when she saw him looking around for a place to hang his wet towel. Standing so close to him, she instinctively glanced down at his girthy manhood which had already begun to grow, partially standing out. What she wouldn’t give to put her lips around it, to feel it in her mouth once more.
“Thank you.” Catching her glimpse, Marc leaned in and gave her a kiss while he handed her his towel.
Fadi felt a twitch in his underwear when he watched his busty wife receive a kiss from the handsome black man. It was something he had always found so riveting, something that had always made him warm inside.
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Suddenly a song from a phone began to play from the bedroom. A mixture of French hip hop and Afrobeat.
“That’s me. I have to get that.” Marc gave Jamilah another kiss and walked past Fadi, who politely moved out of the way.
Jamilah sighed when she watched Marc’s nude behind. Even from behind the sexy black man filled her with lust.
“Allo’, Louis.” Marc picked up his phone from the night table next to the bed. He could tell from the picture on the display that it was his friend and colleague, Louis.
“Allo’, Marc. How has the trip to the US been?” Louis sat by the kitchen island and watched his wife Adrienne cook dinner.
“Oh, it’s been…” Marc glanced through the door opening to the bathroom at Jamilah.
“Amazing.” Marc exchanged a smile with Jamilah.
“I can imagine.” Louis chuckled and imagined the women his friend must have been with. And with that exciting thought in mind, he glanced over at Adrienne and recalled the last time Marc had been over and spent the evening in bed with her. It had been such a terrific evening.
Louis smiled to himself and felt his penis stiffen in his pants when he relived the moment when Marc had asked him to come over to the bed and part Adrienne’s firm butt cheeks for him. To watch him push his thick black cock into her tight butthole had been such a beautiful pleasure. Even more so since he knew how much Adrienne loved to be taken in her amazing ass.
In the shower room, Jamilah reached for her bathrobe, though she had intended to leave it partly open since she wanted Marc to be able to see her naked body. After she put it on, she looked over at her sweet husband.
“I was hoping that you would come up and watch while I was in the shower with Marc.” It had always brought her so much joy to be able to look over and see Fadi watching her whenever she was with a black man.
“You looked so beautiful with him.” Fadi’s honesty was only matched by the warmth he felt for Jamilah. Barely could he keep his eyes off of her in her bathrobe. The way her robe partially hid her breasts, made him want to see them even more, but what really drew his attention was her sweet pussy that he could clearly see. Fadi visibly ran the tip of his tongue along his lips, such was his desire to tongue her after she had been with Marc, and he had pulled his big ebony cock out of her.
“And you looked so cute out there with your hand in your underwear.” Jamilah leaned in and gave her husband a tender kiss on his cheek. She loved how romantic he was.
In the bedroom, Marc laughed at his friend’s joke.
“In that case, you should believe everything they say.”
“Yeah, I really should.” Louis chuckled as well.
“Well, I won’t bother you any longer, I just thought I would call and see if you needed a ride from the airport tomorrow?”
“That’d be great Louis, I appreciate it.” Marc glanced in at Jamilah and saw her in her robe. She had left it open, the sides going down by her large breasts, hiding her nipples but showing an incredible cleavage.
Mm mm… Marc’s cock grew harder in a downward bent angle while he once more took in Jamilah’s beauty.
“Wow.” Jamilah let out a sweet gasp when she saw Marc looking at her. He was so sexy. Her desire to go down on her knees and worship his big black cock had only grown.
Fadi felt his heartbeat even faster when he heard his wife’s light moan. Following her lustful gaze into the bedroom, he sure couldn’t blame her for her heave when he was met by Marc’s impressive physique. But more than that, Fadi felt that the handsome black man that had graced their home deserved to see Jamilah in all of her nude beauty.
So in his own timid manner, Fadi moved up behind his wife and gently slid her robe past her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.
“Oh.” When her robe fell to the floor and she stood there fully nude in front of Marc, Jamilah was once more struck by how sweet and thoughtful her husband was. She really wasn’t sure why she had put her robe on in the first place, since her greatest longing was to be naked in front of black men.
Mmm… Marc felt his cock become fully engorged when he was greeted with Jamilah’s nude body. At that moment, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last to the airport without her draining his big balls.
“I have to go, Louis, au revoir.” Marc ended the call in as polite of a manner as he could and put it down on the night table. After that, he motioned Jamilah to come over to him.
“Thank you,” Jamilah whispered to her husband who had made this happen. She felt so grateful to be married to such a loving and proper man.
Fadi’s heart really began to pump as he watched his beautiful wife make her way over to Marc. His soft penis had again stiffened in his damp underwear.
Jamilah’s pulse raced when she got over to Marc. She could tell by his wandering eyes that he wanted to enjoy her naked body. So she stood there quietly, longing for his touch.
With a hunger for the beautiful woman in front of him, Marc grabbed her butt cheeks with his strong hands and pulled her in close. His lips pressed against hers while her large breasts mashed into his chest.
“Mm.” Jamilah returned Marc’s kiss with an even greater amount of passion. She was so hot for him. She could feel his big cock pressing against her leg. She wanted it.
Oh wow… Fadi had his breath taken away by the alluring sight ahead of him. Seeing his gorgeous and naked wife embrace and kiss the handsome black man again left him without words. The heavy amount of precum leaking out of his penis had to do the speaking for him.
“May I worship your big manhood.” After several heavy tongue kisses, Jamilah found herself looking up into Marc’s captivating eyes.
“You certainly may.” Marc breathed heavily already.
“Thank you.” Jamilah looked up at him while she lowered herself down onto her knees, all the while running her ample and immensely soft breasts down against his body.
Oh god… So big… so beautiful… Jamilah let out another soft moan when she came face to face with Marc’s ebony cock.
“Mghmm.” She hurried to put her lips around his big cockhead. The urge to feel it in her mouth, to suck it was simply too great for her to take it slow.
“Mmm, I love sucking your black cock.” Jamilah spurted out before quickly returning to her luscious task.
Mmm… It feels so good in my mouth… it feels so gooddd… With only his stiff erection in her mouth, and without a single finger between her legs, Jamilah orgasmed.
“Ohh.” Marc gently held the back of Jamilah’s head and moved his hips back and forth, slowly sliding his cock between her sweet slips. In his bliss, he glanced over and saw Jamilah’s husband, and noticed that he had remained by the doorway to the bathroom. Which didn’t surprise him considering how proper of a man Fadi was. And seeing the dreamy look in his eyes, Marc could tell that Fadi was completely enthralled by what he was seeing. Though it occurred to Marc that he probably couldn’t see very well since the back of his wife’s head was facing him.
“Fadi.” Marc got Fadi’s attention and motioned him over to a spot next to him and Jamilah.
Oh… Fadi’s eyes widened when he heard Marc’s voice. He felt such gratitude toward the handsome black man as he slowly, but politely made his way over. He was so eager to see his wife sucking Marc’s big cock that he even leaned forward a bit on his way over.
“Wow.” Fadi gasped when he finally saw Jamilah with that thick black cock in her mouth. She looked so radiant as she pleasured him.
While massaging Marc’s heavy balls and blowing his big cock, Jamilah caught a pleasing sight in the corner of her eye. Her husband. A sensation of joy came over her knowing that Fadi now had a clear view of her sucking Marc’s incredible erection.
“She’s… so beautiful,” Fadi said softly without even realizing it. That’s how much he loved Jamilah.
“She certainly… is… and… mm… she’s about to… mmm… get even more… lovelyy!” Marc groaned as his big balls twitched and he erupted into her mouth, spraying her with cum.
Jamilah’s eyes flew open when she felt the warm sperm splash against her tongue and the back of her mouth.
“Uhhh! hhh! uhh! Uhhh!” Marc grabbed his throbbing cock and held the tip just outside Jamilah’s open mouth. Cum absolutely spewed out, landing on her tongue before flowing down and pooling under her tongue.
“Ohhh, Jamilahhh!” Fadi let out a timid moan and spurted into his underwear once more. Since not a lot of time had passed since he came before, his climax only resulted in droplets of cum flowing from his penis.
Mmmm… more….mmmm… Jamilah loved the feeling of warm cum in her mouth. Even its potent aroma filled her with lust. She wanted all of it, but with her mouth filling up, she knew that she had to swallow.
“Mghmm.” Jamilah closed her mouth and joyfully swallowed Marc’s wonderful sperm. At the same time, her lips and face were splashed with even more cum.
Mmmm… She closed her eyes to savor the moment even more. It made her feel so womanly to be on her knees in front of a sexy black man, and have him come all over her. And with her sweet husband watching her, Jamilah couldn’t ask for anything more.
Wow… so much cum… Fadi panted. His eyes were fixated on the ropes of cum that landed on Jamilah’s beautiful face and dripped down onto her bosom. Somehow it made her look even more amazing.
Slowly Jamilah opened her eyes and looked up at Marc who towered over her. She could feel his wet sperm on her lips and hurried to stick her tongue out in the hopes for more.
“Uhh! Uhhhh! Uhhh!” Marc jerked his huge erection a few more times, exhaling heavily with each stroke. The intense eruption had begun to taper off, and after another deep exhale, he let the tip rest on Jamilah’s tongue.
“Mmm.” Jamilah tenderly wrapped all of her ten fingers around Marc’s girth and slowly began to stroke his shaft. With each gentle stroke, delicious and slimy cum flowed out from his pee slit onto her tongue.
Once more she saw her husband in the corner of her eye. With that sweet and goofy look on his face and the breaths he took, she could tell that he had spurted in his underwear yet again. What’s more, in his eyes, she could see the love he had for her. A love that she too had for him, and with that love, she wanted to further share this romantic moment with him.
“Mm, may I kiss my husband?” Without swallowing his cum, Jamilah looked up at the sexy man standing over her.
Oh wow… The excitement and warmth inside Fadi rose, even more, when he heard his loving wife ask Marc.
After letting out another breath, Marc looked down at the beautiful woman who had just drained his balls, and up at her polite husband, and gave them both a generous nod.
Elation filled Jamilah and she wanted to thank Marc for being so giving, but since it had been a bit tricky to ask before, she instead gave him a grateful glance and stood up. She didn’t want to risk spilling any of his savory sperm.
Oh, Jamilah… Fadi found himself speechless when Jamilah turned to face him. She looked so beautiful with wads of cum on her face and breasts. And that sweet look she gave him, filled his heart with love. At that moment, Fadi felt that he certainly must have done something right in this life to be married to such a goddess.
“Mmm.” Jamilah leaned into her husband, putting her arms around him and gently pressing her large soft breasts into his chest while she slid her tongue in between his lips.
“Mmm.” If his underwear hadn’t already been soaked with cum, Fadi knew that he would have spurted the moment his wife kissed him and he tasted the slimy cum on her tongue.
Oh, Habibi… Jamilah passionately swirled her tongue around her husband’s, and through Marc’s tasty sperm. She loved kissing Fadi like this. She always felt such a deep and loving connection with him whenever they shared a black man’s cum like this.
Oh, Jamilah… Fadi kissed his wife’s sugary lips and slid his tongue against her creamy tongue. The taste of sperm mixed with her sweet saliva was truly an overwhelming sensation. It filled his mind with such desire for Jamilah and an even greater thankfulness to the handsome black man.
“Mmm.” Jamilah tenderly broke their kiss and leaned back. A string of cum formed between her lips and her husband’s when she did.
“Thank you for letting me share this moment with Fadi, Marc.” Jamilah glanced over at the sexy man. She hadn’t been able to thank him before and wanted to make sure that she did.
Fadi too wanted to thank Marc and hurried to swallow the cum Jamilah had shared with him.
“Mmm.” He took a second to enjoy the feeling.
“Mhm, yes, thank you, Mr. Leroux.” Fadi panted while he politely looked over at Marc. He knew that he could call him by his first name, but at the moment, Fadi felt that the proper thing was to call him by his surname.
“You’re very much welcome.” Marc appreciated the gesture and with a gentle smile, he gave them both a nod.
“Uhm, I know you’re in a hurry, but do you think that maybe I could thank you properly? Jamilah hoped that she would be able to.
“I think we have time for that.” Marc did glance over at the time, but he couldn’t say no to such a beautiful woman.
“Thank you.” A happy and excited Jamilah sat down in front of Marc’s crotch. His beautiful ebony cock still looked so hefty and powerful even though he had just climaxed.
“Mmm.” Jamilah leaned to the side and kissed his right ball and then his left. She kind of wished that she would have spent more time worshiping his big balls when she had the chance. After her gentle kisses, she leaned back and tenderly kissed each side of his bulbous cockhead and finally a sweet kiss on the tip.
“Thank you.” Jamilah longingly looked up at the sexy black man.
While lovingly looking on, Fadi let out a sigh. What a morning it had been.
To be continued…
