His wife looked a little startled at the suggestion, glancing around the room before fixating on the open windows. But the man simply drew the curtains shut before coming to stand before her. "You got a problem with right here?" he asked challengingly. "Or maybe you don't want to meet Lord Bower again?"

Lord who? Who the heck was Lord Bower? He couldn't begin to guess, but the thought of missing out had a distinct effect on Debbi, who quickly nodded her head and moved closer to the man. Seeing them so close together, Brian was struck by the huge difference in their size and demeanor. Deb stood just five-seven barefoot, putting the man next to her at about six-three. While Deb's trim frame weighed in around 130 pounds, he'd be in the 220 range. And where Debbi's 35-27-37 body was lush curves and creamy soft skin, he looked to be all solid muscle covered in slick ebony.

As Deb approached, the man pulled her tight to him, one hand tangling in her long hair while the other reached down to squeeze her ass. To Brian's continued surprise, his wife responded just as ardently, twining her arms around him and pressing her forehead against his wide, hard chest. Obviously the two had some sort of a transaction going on, and Brian was just beginning to believe what his gut had already told him. With a simple bump against her, the man nudged her head back so he could stare with naked hunger down at the firm flesh stretching her shirt out. Pulling her shoulders back, she thrust her breasts hard against his chest. In that simple gesture Brian confirmed what he already knew; Debbi was giving herself to the man before her. A man who looked strong enough to rip her apart.

"Uh-uh, don't think you can jes' get Lord Bowler like you was my ho," he said roughly, pushing her away. Lord Bowler? The name reminded Brian of a character on a Western TV show. That man had been big and black too, but he didn't look anything like the guy before him.

Whoever or whatever Lord Bowler was, the threat of not getting it had an immediate effect on Debbi, who stepped back contritely and waited for instructions. Evidently satisfied with her attitude, the man now instructed, "Tha's better. Now let's see those fine tits of yours again."

Again? That was the second time he'd used that word. Had they done this before? Without hesitation Debbi began unbuttoning her blouse, stopping immediately when the man made a negative sound. Then, as if remembering a past instruction, she hooked her fingers under the shirt and lifted it over her head, snagging and removing her bra on the way up, and leaving her breasts exposed and bobbing from the effort. The man leered as he bent forward and grabbed a boob in each hand, pawing and twisting them as she stood patiently still. His huge black hands nearly covered each tit, despite the fact that she measured a solid C-cup. Bending awkwardly, he sucked one and then the other nipple deep into his mouth, his attention leaving her nips wet and hard as rocks. Brian couldn't help but remember his earlier fantasy, where he'd wrapped his own lips around those tasty, hard nuggets. He felt a tightness in his pants, and realized that he'd have to reach inside his shorts to rearrange his rapidly inflating cock. The tableau before him was quickly becoming disconnected from reality. And he was getting turned on but good!

Pawing her frantically, the man pushed Debbi back onto the couch. Were they going to fuck right there, in the way Brian had so recently fantasized about taking his wife? The man appeared to have more self-control. Continuing to assault Deb's tits with his hands, he raised his lips to hers and proceeded to heavily and heartily French kiss her eager mouth, pausing only to gaze at her lust-filled face before pressing down on her again. Eventually he tired of such tenderness, though, and physically pushed her onto the floor, gazing down on her with a superior look on his face.

"Dance for me bitch," he ordered. "Let's see you shake your white meat for me."

Brian watched in mesmerized wonder at the spectacle of his wife dancing seductively for another man. Grinding away to a song only she could hear, she ran her fingers up and down her body, softly rubbing her tits, pinching her nipples, and caressing her ass through the jeans she still wore. Though her back was to him, he could imagine the look of lust that filled her face. She'd looked at him the same way many times, and when she got that turned on it had always ended with an explosive and earth-shattering fuck. With the flick of his finger the man instructed Debbi to remove her pants. Turning away from the man, and fortuitously toward him, Brian watched her hands shake as she unsnapped her jeans. He thought it ironic that he would get the first glance at her snatch, while the man would get to enjoy all that came afterwards. Brian's breath quickened as his wife bent over at the waist to pull down her jeans, her tits dangling below her...engorged and swaying seductively. No matter what happened after that, Brian thought he would always remember the image of his wife unknowingly bowing toward him, her tits dangling and her ass pointed into the face of another man.