It was shortly after our daughter moved out that my wife and I decided to rent out our daughter’s old room. I had received a letter from Revenue and Customs demanding money for unpaid taxes, so the extra income from rent was just what we needed. My wife Linda was reluctant at first.“No way,” Linda moaned angrily. “I’m not having a stranger living here, in our house. We could be inviting a mass murderer into our home for all we know.”“It’s either that or we cancel our holidays for the next three years.”“Oh shit,” she sighed. “So how long do we have to rent out the room before we clear the debt?”“Well, at the going rate, I estimate about four to five months. That’s not so bad is it?”She finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.–The first person to view the room fit the bill perfectly. He was a Nigerian college student called Victor, just seventeen years old, who had immigrated to the UK to pursue a better education. He was doing evening courses at the local college, so the fact he would be around the house all day was perfect. Since our daughter had moved out, and with me working all day, Linda had grown bored during the week. So having Victor around the house to keep her company was just what we needed.Victor spoke good English and was such a polite lad to begin with. He was quite a small lad, average build, not too thin.Victor soon settled in and became almost one of the family. He and Linda hit it off straight away. Before long, she was treating him like a son. But after the first few months, I noticed a sexual tension between my wife and our black lodger. First, Linda started wearing stockings and short skirts around the house, which was unlike her. She usually dressed conservatively. Also, she took to skimpy tops that showed plenty of cleavage. I laughed it off at first, thought little of it.But one morning, just before I left for work, something happened that really caught my attention. I was in the lounge with Victor watching TV, when Linda came in and bent over right in front of Victor to pick up his empty breakfast plate from the coffee table. Her skirt rode up her legs, giving him a titillating glimpse of her thighs and lower buttocks. After she took away his plate, she returned and sat down on the couch next to him and sided up to him so their legs were touching.Staring at them, I was shocked when Victor turned to me then smiled and winked. It was then that I noticed a huge erection tenting his shorts. I’d heard the rumours about black guys having big cocks, but Victor’s looked truly humongous.For a good half hour, they were laughing and frolicking on the couch, oblivious to my presence. In a jealous rage, I got to my feet and stormed out the house and went to work. On the drive to work, I decided that Linda and I would have a serious talk to clarify the situation when I returned home.–My mind was occupied all day with worry, wondering what was happening at home. I tried Linda’s mobile several times throughout the day, but each time it went straight to voicemail. My mind was in a whirl. I was dumbstruck by what I had witnessed that morning. It defied logic. She had grown up in a conservative household, and had seldom, if ever, come into contact with blacks.Once, a few years back, the topic of black men once came up, and istanbul travesti I asked her if she’d had a black cock. She was revolted by the mention of it, saying how she had no desire to sleep with a black guy. Plus Linda was really shy and timid around men. She’d never really had any natural liking for sex. So I knew it was highly unlikely that anything untoward was going on with our lodger.I left work early that day and rushed home, my mind racing a million miles an hour. When I walked through the door, the sight that greeted me could not have been more shocking.The first thing I noticed was the smell of cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air. Then, a second later, I clocked Victor naked from the waist down, with my wife kneeling at his feet and noshing on his large ebony rod. I observed the scene for a moment, shocked, the two people in the room unaware of my presence.My wife’s hair was a mess. Her blouse and skirt lay strewn on the floor beside her. Her knickers were around her knees and her large tits were hanging out over her bra. Her head was bobbing back and forth furiously on the black cock and a “glug, glug, glug,” sound filled the room. A few seconds later, Linda encouraged an enormous deposit of spunk from the black cock and gulped it all down with a gleeful look on her face.My heart sunk to my chest. Never in our twenty-two-year marriage had Linda ever swallowed my cum. I don’t know what was more shocking – the fact that she was sucking a black lad, or the fact she had swallowed a load of cum. I was too dumbfounded to even contemplate it.My wife was licking the dwindling organ and lapping up the last dregs of cum when I made my presence known. “What the fuck!”Victor turned and saw me. “Uh-oh. Hubby’s home,” he said, with a huge grin on his face.The black lad pulled his cock away from Linda’s mouth and waggled his exposed bellend over her face, smearing her cheeks and nose with the last dregs of sticky spunk oozing from his large appendage. Once satisfied, he lay down naked on the couch, perched his bare feet on the arm of the chair and started puffing on a cigarette.Sweat was trickling down my body and my heart was thumping in my chest when my wife stumbled to her feet and walked towards me. She pulled her knickers up, stuffed her tits back into her bra and dashed out into the kitchen. I followed her. She was panting and breathing heavy when she sat down at the kitchen table. Her lipstick was smeared and she was giggling like a schoolgirl, her mascara smudged down her face.“Linda, what the fuck’s going on?” I asked, my voice quavering with anger.“Chill out and have a drink,” she slurred then hiccupped.I noticed there was an open bottle of wine on he table. She had obviously been drinking. After getting no sense from my wife, I turned my attention to Victor in the living room. “What the fuck’s going on?” I snapped.It was a hot day, and Victor was naked and sweating profusely with his feet perched on the arm of my couch while puffing on a cigarette. “Your wife likes black cock,” he replied nonchalantly, blowing out a cloud of blue, pungent smoke in my direction. “That’s what’s going on, mate.”Initially I was furious, telling Victor in no uncertain terms to “fuck off out of my house!” istanbul travesti But when Linda stepped in, sat on the couch in front of Victor and told me that our lodger was going nowhere, I was backed into a corner. I gazed at her, dumbstruck and furious, and noticed she had a hand behind her back stroking Victor’s large appendage and petting it lovingly as though it was something precious, like a beloved family pet. I knew then it was time we had a serious talk to clarify the situation.I wanted to speak with my wife alone, tell her how much she had hurt me. But that request was rejected, when Victor stood up, took my wife by the hand and took her up to our marital bed. I followed them upstairs, shouting obscenities and boiling with rage. But they disappeared inside the bedroom and locked the door on me. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor and sobbed like a baby. I pressed my ear to the door, just out of curiosity more than anything. I knew my wife better than anyone, so I knew there was no way she would enjoy being fucked by a big black cock.I listened intently as Victor told her calmly to take off her bra and show him her tits. I could hear her breathing heavy as she complied with his demand. Once she was bare from the waist up, I listened as Victor mauled my wife’s melons with his large hands and sucked ferociously at her tender teats. Her gasps and whimpers and squeals seemed to excite him, spur him on more, as he grunted and groaned his delight. He sounded like an animal, building up into a frenzy of excitement.Between frenzied mouthfuls of my wife’s firm tit flesh, Victor panted his next demand, telling her to pull off her panties and show him her bald snatch. Linda must have hesitated a moment too long, because a few seconds later I heard the sound of ripping fabric as Victor tore her knickers in half with his bare hands. Then she gasped loudly as he thrust his fingers into her tight fuck-hole.I heard the squelching sound as he finger-fucked her moist cunt. The sloppy squelching sounds from his fingers frigging her pussy were testament to the fact that she was juicing up for him. It was obvious she was enjoying it.I heard the bed groan as Victor lifted my wife in the air and slammed her against the bedroom wall before impaling her with his large ebony rod. It was too much for me. I went into the spare room and lay down on the bed and started sobbing again.The bedroom wall was next to me, so the muffled sounds of the black lad fucking my wife were seeping through the wall. The sounds defied all logic. My wife had always been so timid and reserved in bed. Never had she expressed any liking for rough, passionate sex in the past. Sex had always seemed like a chore to her. We had only ever had sex in the missionary position for the past ten years, her just lying there waiting for me to finish. She never really enjoyed it. So what had gotten into her?The enormity of the situation really started to sink in as I lay there listening to my wife being fucked ferociously by the black teenager. It was carnage in there for the first hour as Victor unleashed the full force of his animalistic urges on her delicate body. I heard her gasping and groaning and squealing and pleading for him to go istanbul travesti faster or slow down. The bed was squeaking and the headboard thumping against the wall; slapping sounds that seemed to make her grunt and moan; ferocious sucking and slurping noises. I could hear his thighs slapping against her buttocks as he pounded her relentlessly.Victor was growling and swearing and panting. He was throwing her all over the bed like a rag doll, pinning her up against the walls, bending her this way and that, fucking her in all sorts of different positions. At one point, I heard her begging for him to finger her ass. Linda had never liked her asshole being touched, but Victor seemed to have a profound affect on her libido. He frigged her asshole as she screamed her delight.And then something peculiar happened. As I listened to the sounds of their carnal activities, the grunts and the groans, the shrieks and slaps, my cock began to swell. I listened to the noises coming from the next room and tried to envision the scene of the black lad fucking my wife senseless and giving her multiple orgasms. It wasn’t long before I was as hard as a diamond and jerking myself off to the sounds emanating from the copulating couple.The sordid scene in the next room occupied my thoughts that night as visions of my wife being battered by a large ebony cock dominated my mind. I was jerking myself like a man possessed into the early hours, grunting and squirming as I had three orgasms before falling to sleep.I don’t know how long Victor fucked my wife for, but it was over three hours. When I woke for work the next morning, the sounds had stopped. The door was unlocked so I opened it and peeked around the corner before I dressed for work, just to see if my wife was okay.It had been a warm night so both Victor and my wife were lying on top of the bed sheet. They were both completely naked and entwined in each other’s sweat-soaked bodies. My wife’s delicate white hand was holding Victor’s black penis as they lay tangled together in a loving embrace. Her delicate body was streaked with angry red marks. She had bruises and bite marks all over her body, mostly around her breasts and buttocks and thighs. I caught a glimpse of my wife’s well-used cunt. It was gaping open and smothered in dried spunk. Her body was also smeared with dried jizz, as were the bed sheets. In fact, their love juices were splattered all over the bedroom. It was obvious there had been a brutal fuck session in there.It was a huge turn on, seeing my wife naked with a black lad, covered in cum after having been used like a piece of meat. I masturbated again that morning before leaving for work, with the vision of my well-fucked wife naked with the African teenager etched into my mind.–When I returned home from work that day, I found Victor lying naked on the couch with my wife straddling his head and riding his face. He was slurping and sucking her pussy as she writhed and squirmed around frantically, rubbing her soppy-wet clam all over his black face.We finally got to chat alone that evening after Victor left for his evening class. My wife and her African lover had already decided what was going to happen before the conversation even got started: they were going to continue their illicit love affair whether I liked it or not. I could either leave, or stay and accept the situation. I loved Linda more than life itself, worshipped every inch of her, from her head to her toes – quite literally, sometimes – but this was something I would have to accept. I had no other choice.