My Wife's Trainer 3

The next scene had her taking it from him from behind again, he fucked her so hard I thought the bed would break as she pleaded for him to fuck her with his big black cock.

I did not see the cum shot, instead Vincent came on camera again as my wife slept in his bed. "Well I hoped you like it. When you get back there is more to come. Now the only thing I have to say to you is to reverse what I said earlier. When you get back fuck her as much as you can. Trust me on this."

I was a bit puzzled by his advice. Just as I was about to get up to start from the beginning again another image appeared. It was my wife and Vincent talking at the breakfast table. I guess he did have his whole house wired with cameras. Amy and him sat at a table eating breakfast.

"You...can't tell my husband anything about this."

"Don't worry I won't."

"This...this was a onetime thing. It cannot happen again."

"If that is what you want. I won't let your neighbors know about your naughty affair with some big old black cock."

"I did not mean it that way."

"Let me ask you, did you, before ever think of having sex with a black man."

"I never thought I would cheat on my husband."

"You are dodging the question."

My wife hesitated for a moment and then said, "No. Don't be offended, maybe it was a bit of racism I don't know," she said getting up frustrated.

Vincent rose up and said, "It is nothing to be ashamed of you know."

"I am not. It is just the cheating."

"And did you enjoy it?" he asked moving closer to her.

"Yes," she said looking down.

He put his arms around her. She tried to move her face away saying "No!" but he kissed her and after a moment she kissed him back.

"So this is no more, the end."

"I am afraid so. I might have enjoyed it a bit too much."

"Well then I am afraid I will have to go back to doing Donna and Erica," he said naming two girls in his class.

"Donna and Erica? You are..."

"Yeah! And you know what? Donna's husband pays for me to fuck her and humiliate him. He is what those films call a cuckold."

My wife gave him a blank look.

"You don't know? It is the latest thing. And for me I hope it is more than a fad. Anyway these husbands get off watching their wives being fucked by black men. Sometimes the husband joins in or is teased by his wife. Why some of them even want to suck on the black man's dick before the sex and clean out their wives afterwards. Maybe your old man is into that also."

Amy laughed saying that was not the case.

"Maybe you ought to tell him about us and see what happens."

"I don't think so."

"So this is a one-time thing right?"

"Yeah, right," she said with a note of regret in her voice.

"Then you won't mind one last time. One for the road and all," he said moving in to kiss her deeply as his hands undid her robe. He pulled his cock out over the top of his boxers letting it dangle there for a second catching her eye, then he applied gentle pressure on her shoulders making her go down onto her knees.

She kissed his big cock head before taking it into her mouth as he ran his fingers through her hair. The light in the kitchen made a her wedding ring sparkle as she jerked his shaft off. Amy held it up to kiss his balls, the top of his shaft towered over the top of her head. Her pink tongue made a spit pathway to nearly the top.

A slight jump forward had him bending her over the kitchen table, his cock wrapped in tight nearly clear rubber as he fucked her slowly and deeply. She cried that she could not give it up. She said she was sorry that she loved her husband (me) but she could not give it up.

He turned away to smile at the camera before going to work on her. When he came he ripped off the rubber and shot a load that landed between her shoulder blades and trailed off by her lower back. Quickly she spun around and sucked the remaining seed out of his cock.

The scene shifted back to him again, alone. He said the best thing to do was pretend that it did not happen and for me to start fucking her now. Then he looked closer into the camera and said if I wanted to continue (at this point I realized I might not even have control of the situation anymore). In truth my wife's training in erotic betrayal had just begun.