He told me he had tied Coleen up with her nylons and played with her body all over, sucking her tits, sticking his fingers inside her pussy and asshole... sucking on her clit, sticking his tongue up inside her ass... she was hot... wet, dripping girl cum all over the place... then he pulled off his pants, out popped his long Black cock... she went crazy for a good fucking... he untied her, she fell to her knees and started sucking on that big monster, sucking and licking the head... rubbing his balls... taking all of his cock into her... he fucked her in the mouth twice, in the ass twice and in her pussy three times..and she still wanted more of his cock. He said her asshole and pussy was red from all of that fucking, and she wanted more... she fell asleep with his cock in her mouth. I couldn't hear anymore so I excused myself. I considered suicide. I mentally composed the note that I'd leave, accusing her of infidelity. That would make her sorry, you bet. Then I thought that I'd be the butt of everyone's jokes. What a sorry sack of shit I'd be if I killed myself over something like this. Hell, just divorce her. No, I couldn't. I loved Coleen too much. She'd be the mother of our children. This was just a temporary set back in our lives. It was all Titus's fault. That resivoir of testosterone had seduced my loving wife. Who was I fooling? I'd set the whole thing up. I was as guilty as Coleen and Titus, perhaps more so because I was the only one who knew all the facts. I'd have to confront her, tell her what I'd done, beg for forgiveness. I might even get her to feeling responsible for this. I'd tell her that I'd done it because of how cold she'd been to me physically, and that I'd made this sacrifice in hopes of loosing her up. Or I could speak with Titus. I could tell him that I'll kill him if he doesn't disappear. No. That wouldn't work. Titus could wipe the floor with me. The next morning I dressed for work. I kissed Coleen on the cheek as she left. Then I called work and told them I was using a sick day. I looked around my bedroom. Now, even the furniture seemed to mock me. Coleen and Titus had probably billowed these curtains with their ecstatic cries. When I heard a car in my driveway I went into hiding in our closet. It has sliding mirrored door so I could easily leave them open a bit without it looking strange. At first I heard her high-pitched laughter and his deeper mumblings. They entered the bedroom. Coleen was playfully leading him by his necktie. She stopped, turned and stood on her toes to kiss him deeply on the mouth, his hands cupping her firm ass cheeks. They looked like they were devouring one another and I could see his hands kneading her butt, pulling her tight against his crotch. She responded by rubbing her hips back and forth against his groin. It was like I was watching someone else, some stranger, making out with Titus. Coleen seemed to have taken on a whole new personality. My normally demure, reserved wife had turned into a sex-starved harlot in the space of a few weeks. Coleen pulled away from Titus and I could see that his pleated dress pants were obscenely tented. Obviously, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his bloated cock was testing the strength of his zipper. My wife regarded his covered boner with awe, then massaged it with the palm of one hand. "God! I love this!" she hissed between clenched teeth. Coleen tore herself away from Titus's cock and began to methodically undress, carefully folding her jacket and her skirt, and laid then on a chair. She bent forward and unclasped her bra, her heavy, proud tits standing out from her narrow chest like twin capital domes. Titus had sat back against the dresser and watched my wife undress. His pecker was twitching noticeably. "You'd better get those slacks off, lover, before you have to go back to the office with a major spooge spot on them," my wife giggled. I'd never heard her use the word "spooge" before. Coleen sat on the bed and watched Titus undress. I sensed that this was their drill: first, she undressed with him watching, then he undressed for her. Titus slowly removed his coat and tossed it aside. He moved like a practiced stripper. He tossed his tie to my wife who crumpled it up and held it to her nose, drinking in the scent of him. Titus roughly pulled his shirt tails from his pants and almost tore his dress shirt off, revealing his sculpted torso He looked darker in my dim bedroom that I remembered him at the gym. Coleen couldn't stand it any more. She fell to her knees in front of Titus and struggled with his belt and zipper with hands made awkward by lust. "Here, here..." he said, and he undid his slacks. His monstrous cock, now free, almost hit Coleen on the face. I gasped unexpectedly. I'd seen his organ limp at the gym, but I never figured that it could get even larger. He was hung like a porn star. Titus had told me that he had used this tool on his boss' butt. I doubted that now. There was no way my petite wife could take that thing up her poop chute. Coleen studied the bobbing instrument before her eyes for a long moment. I could see a pearly-white droplet of pre-cum form at the large eye on the tip of the faired glans. She slowly opened her delicate lips and slid as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. I watched for the next hour or so as they fucked and sucked in almost every way imaginable. The guy had fantastic control and staying power, I have to admit. Before he actually stuck his dong in her pussy he pulled out this magnum-sized condom and rolled it down the length of his cock. Coleen laid on her back and spread her long, athletic legs. She reached around her bottom and pulled open her pussy lips, spreading back the thick auburn pubes that I love so. Titus situated himself over her, his muscles tensed, and slowly lowered his pelvis, sinking his dork into her ruddy pussy. Coleen had to bend her head back so that her eyes were lost in the pillows. "Fuck! That feels so freakin' good! Go easy. Give me a chance to stretch!" she almost pleaded. "Sure thing, babe," he grunted, sweat dripping from his glistening body. When I thought that he surely had hit bottom he slid in a little more. Finally, his balls shook as his shaft hit the end of her tunnel. Slowly, he withdrew, then sunk it back in, quickening the pace ever so perceptibly. Soon they were fucking like a precision machine. He reached down, put his arms around her narrow waist and spun her on his pole so that she was on all fours. She leaned down, smashing her huge breasts under like pillows, and chewed on the bed covers. His thrusts were lifting her off her knees and sending ripples through her muscular ass. As his cock hit her cervix his heavy balls would pivot up and slap the underside of the unused portion of his cock with a wet, meaty slap. At last they both climaxed together and rolled onto their sides, his cock still embedded in her splayed cunt. They rested, trying to get their breath. "Did you tell your man about us yet, lady?" Titus's voice broke their reverie. "Uh... not yet," came my wife's hesitant reply. "How come? You told me you was going too!" "I know, hon, but it's hard. I've been with him for five years. He's a good man. I have to find a way to make this easy for him." Her voice was quaking with emotion and I thought she was going to cry. "Ain't no way leaving this," he reached around a stroked her enlarged clit, "is gonna be easy!" "Oh God! Don't get me started again! We have to get back to the office! C'mon, let's take a shower. And behave yourself this time! I'm starting to loose business with these two hour lunches'!" Titus started to pull his dong out of my wife's pussy. She reached around and put a hand on his ass to slow him down. "Take it easy. I'm kinda sore," she giggled mischievously. Titus slowly slid his ebony tool out and it flopped wetly on the inside of her thigh. Then I saw that the rubber he had so laboriously applied an hour ago was now just a little rubber ring around the base of his cock. "Damn it, Titus! You busted another rubber! Are you trying to knock me up?" my wife demanded as she stood, wiping her cunt with a washcloth. "It ain't my fault," laughed Titus. "You act like I did it on purpose. And what difference does it make? We'll be together soon, and if you have a little sugar baby we can raise him together." "I'll have five of your kids, stud, but you have to wait until the divorce is final." Divorce! It'd come to that. My heart sank as I realized that she'd fallen in love with Titus. It wasn't just a physical thing, as I'd hoped. They showered, and must have played around a bit, judging from Coleen's naughty giggles. Then she stripped the bed, they dressed and they were out the door. I waited until I heard her car engine fade in the distance. I came out and collapsed on the bed, sobbing. I pulled out my hard cock and jacked off into the washcloth she had used to wipe her snatch, my mind working frantically, searching for a solution. At last it came to me. I went to the gym every day for two weeks before Titus showed up. "Hey, my man! What it be like," he smiled. "Long time no see, pal. That new boss keeping you busy?" I bit my tongue to keep from cussing him out. "I got such a sweet deal with that bitch. She's gonna dump her ol' man and live with me. Hell, she'll probably get the house and both cars. I'll be set for life." While Titus was working out I slipped the package I'd brought with me into his gym bag. By the time the cops I'd called arrived Titus was in the shower. They ordered him out at gun point and spread him flat on the floor, his fat cock trailing down between his spread legs. "It's right here, officer," I pointed out Titus's gym bag. The policeman opened the bag and found the bundles of cocaine I'd placed there. "He offered to sell me one for twenty dollars. Dirty drug dealer," I spat out the words. "What the fuck is this, Mike? Some kinda joke? Tell'em I never tried to sell you any drugs. I never even seen that stuff before!" When the deputy district attorney interviewed me about the case the next day I told him my prepared story, about how Titus, whom I barely knew, was the main dealer at the gym. With that much evidence and a reliable eye witness, Titus's attorney told him his only chance was to plead guilty and get the best deal from the DA. I never even had to go to court. Titus got eight years for dealing. The next piece of ass he gets is going to have a set of nuts swinging beneath it. Later, when I came home, I found Coleen crying in the living room. She told me it was just her time of the month and she was real emotional. I asked her about work, about the new guy. "Oh, he didn't work out. I had to let him go," she sniffled. But Titus got his revenge. When the doctor handed me my new son with a look of embarrassment on his face I saw that the boy was coffee brown with a cock already as long as my own.