Chapter 7: Happily ever after
Over the following days and weeks Jenny slowly revealed the full extent of her sexual activity to Peter. Peter loved hearing about the lurid details. He liked how excited and hard it made him. He would masturbate while listening to his wife describe a sexual encounter. They would sometimes look at pictures of interracial porn on the internet while she described an encounter and Peter jacked off. She would rub his back and kiss his neck while she watched him getting himself off.
Jenny sometimes called Peter at work, while Marcus was fucking her. She still tried to act like nothing was going on, but Peter could tell by her ragged speech and halting breaths that she was getting fucked.
Peter listened on the phone, already rock hard, he could picture Marcus's massive black dick pumping in and out of his wife's tight little pussy. The image filled him with both jealousy and arousal. He sat at his desk clutching is penis and milked it, while carrying on an otherwise normal conversation about his work day.
Jenny said, "I, um, lost my train of thought... sorry dear... oh my god, I'm cumming. Continue, Darling."
Peter pumped his shaft while saying, "I was just saying that I'm going to have to work on this project for another few weeks, but the bonus will be worth it in the, um, end." Peter spurted onto the floor under his desk. Jenny came on Marcus' big black cock.
"Wow... um, that sounds good." Jenny said. "I'll see you when you get home." She hung up and kissed Marcus deeply while he continued fucking in and out of her in an unhurried fashion.
Peter arrived home that evening feeling slightly nervous. "Jenny, can I ask you to do something for me?"
She turned towards him and smiled, "Sure, honey! Anything at all." Her voice sounded unusually chipper. Peter noticed that she appeared distracted, almost like she was on cloud nine.
Peter continued, "I was wondering if you could, well, take some pictures or a short video of some of your encounters so that I could see them first hand." He shifted around nervously, wondering if he was asking too much. "Maybe, send me a text with a photo while I'm at work, to give me something to think about while I'm stuck there."
Jenny looked at him quizzically, "What do you mean? You want me to send you a picture of myself with one of my lovers?"
Peter nodded eagerly, "Yes, please. That would be amazing. I know it might seem strange, but I need this to feel closer to you while we're apart."
Jenny hesitated for a moment before nodding her agreement. "Alright, you can expect a fresh picture around noon tomorrow." She smirked to herself as she finished making dinner. "This is going to be delicious." It was hard to tell if she was talking about the food or taking pictures of a black man fucking her silly.
The next day, around noon, Peter got a text from a number he didn't recognize. It said, "Jenny said to send this too you." And there it was, a photo of a black cock stuffed in his wife's pussy. It didn't have faces, just a close up photo of a wet sticky black cock in Jenny's pussy. It was lurid. Peter... was flustered, but after a few minutes he texted back... "Thank you."
Peter replied, somewhat taken aback by the graphic nature of the photograph. He couldn't deny the rush of excitement it brought him, though. Seeing his wife naked and wrapped around a stranger's muscular body was enough to make his heart race. The thought of her pussy stretched open by a thick black cock sent waves of desire coursing through his veins. Despite his initial surprise, Peter found himself eagerly awaiting the next photo Jenny would send him.
He spent his days at work dreaming about her long legs wrapped around a stranger's waist, her breasts bouncing rhythmically as she rode him hard. His mind would wander during meetings, imagining what Shawn would do to her if he were there instead of Marcus. Would he tie her up and spank her until she begged for mercy? Or maybe he'd use his big black cock to fuck her in the ass, filling her up with its thick girth.
Peter could hear Jenny moaning and groaning as she took turns between two different men. He imagined her beautiful blonde hair splayed out across the bed, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets as she writhed beneath them. The thought of her being used by these two young black men made him hotter than anything he had ever experienced before.
That night when he got home from work, Jenny served up dinner as if nothing unusual had happened. They chatted like any other married couple. Later they curled up in bed and Peter pulled out his phone and went back to the picture.
Peter asked, "So whose enormous black cock is this that seems to be stretching you?"
Jenny giggled, "That would be Jamal. He was extra rough and seemed to relish taking a picture and sending it to you." She kissed Peter on the cheek. "You like?" she asked.
Peter tugged at his penis through his pajamas and stared at the picture on his phone. "Yeah, I seem to like it." His hand moved more rapidly. "You can send more... if you... ahhh, like." Peter came while Jenny nibbled at his ear.
"Sure, baby. I can accommodate you." Expect another one or two tomorrow.
They drifted off to sleep, both contented in their own way.
The next day, while Peter was giving a presentation, his phone dinged several times. He couldn't look at his phone, so he just went on with the presentation with his heart racing and with a red face of embarrassment. Nobody in the room seemed to notice anything unusual.
When he got back to his office, he locked the door and sat at his desk and looked at several pictures of his wife getting fucked by two, maybe three different young black men. He was sweating with lust and kept flipping between them while he worked his hand in his suit pants. He used a tissue as a cum rag and spurted into it. "Wow," he thought, "This is fucking insane." But he chuckled to himself, because he clearly liked it and wanted more of it.
Jenny sometimes called Peter at work, while Marcus was fucking her. Sometimes she sent pictures. Some days nothing unusual happened at all, but every day Peter would come home and she would be waiting with a clean house and a warm dinner, like the perfect wife that she was. They had found a wonderful loving life and Peter and Jenny wouldn't change a thing about it.