The Afterglow Ch. 03: A Game of Trust and Tease

The next morning Mark woke with a lazy stretch, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he replayed the previous night. After dinner, they'd cracked open more wine and tumbled into bed with the giant black dildo he'd bought her. He'd teased her playfully, his voice warm and mischievous. "Now that you've seen those big black cocks at the club, here's your shot to feel one inside you," he'd said, guiding the thick, veiny toy toward her dripping pussy. Courtney had laughed, straddling it with a playful wiggle, squatting over the bed as she eased it in. Her moans had filled the air, her slick cunt stretching around the rubber monster as Mark watched, stroking himself, both of them reveling in their unspoken secrets.

It had been a blast--hot and wild--until Courtney let slip a breathy, "Oh Terrell, it feels so good!" mid-ride. Her eyes were closed, her ass flexing as she worked the dildo deep, and Mark's hand paused on his cock, a jolt of slight unease mixing with his arousal. He chuckled, keeping his tone light despite the flicker of doubt. "Terrell, huh? What's that about, honey?" He was testing her.

Courtney froze, the dildo buried deep, her thighs quivering as she snapped back to reality. She slid off with a wet schlick, flopping onto the bed with a nervous giggle. "Oh, God, did I say that? Oops!" she said, brushing it off with a laugh. "It's nothing, babe. At the club, while you were downstairs, those black guys danced for us--jerked their huge cocks for the crowd. And a couple girls got flirty, touched them or kissed them, but not me. I just stared, totally blown away by their size. That's it, I guess I was just thinking of them and getting carried away!" She flashed him a sheepish grin, hoping he'd let it slide.

Mark smirked, his cock still hard, his mind buzzing with curiosity and a strange thrill. "Yeah, they were something else, weren't they? I don't blame you," he said, keeping it casual. He knew her story was fabricated that she'd been impaled by Terrell. But listening to her trying her best to contain her secret only fueled his own twisted excitement. They finished their fun, Courtney with a loud orgasm with the dildo deep in her while Mark came hard, both of them dancing around their hidden truths.

Tuesday morning, Mark headed to work with a spring in his step, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Courtney. That "Terrell" slip had planted a seed--he wasn't upset about it, just... intrigued. Suspicious of more infidelity but also turned on as hell, reliving what she'd really done at the club. By midday, he was completely distracted, doodling on a notepad instead of crunching numbers. What if she needed more than that dildo? What if she craved the real thing again? After all, she'd already expressed a desire to return to the club and it would be delayed due to his work travel. The thought made his pants tighten, and a wild idea sparked--a playful test of her loyalty, a chance to see how far she'd go.

He grabbed his phone and called Jim, their regular UPS driver at the office. Jim was a big, easygoing guy with a killer smile, and Mark had caught a glimpse of him in the gym showers once--packing a thick, black cock that swung heavy, maybe 8 or 9 inches soft, not quite Terrell's league but damn close and impressive. Perfect for a little experiment. When Jim swung by the office for a pickup, Mark pulled him aside with a grin. "Hey, man, got a weird favor. Are you up for some fun?"

He laid out the plan: Jim would conduct a delivery at their house, and try to seduce Courtney. "Don't hold back," Mark said, chuckling. "See how far she'll let you take it. I'm just... curious." He didn't mention the hidden cameras he'd installed at home, ready to catch it all--he'd save that surprise for himself.

Jim raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "You're serious? You want me to hit on your wife?" He shrugged, his grin widening. "Hell, I've fucked plenty of housewives on my route. If she's game, I'm in. When?"

"Today," Mark said, handing him a package with their address scrawled on it. "Late afternoon. She'll be there." Mark had slipped out at lunch and returned to the sex shop. This time he purchased some anal beads and butt plugs to continue with Courtney's recent approval of ass play.

Back at home, Courtney lounged on the couch in a skimpy tank top and shorts, sipping coffee and flipping through channels. Her mind wandered to Terrell--his chiseled body, that unreal cock--and the dildo upstairs tempting her. But Mark's teasing last night had her a little on edge, so she resisted, keeping her hands to herself so far. She was restless, her pussy still tingling from the memory of Terrell and that massive toy splitting her open. She wished they had some adult channels to see if she could find videos of black cock studs like Terrell.

The doorbell snapped her out of it. She walked to the door, peeking through the hole to see a tall, muscled, black, UPS guy in his brown uniform, a package under his arm. She swung the door open with a friendly smile. "Hey there, got something for me?"

Jim turned, his dark eyes lighting up as they roamed over her--her tank top hugging her big tits, her shorts barely covering her firm ass. He flashed a charming grin, his voice smooth. "Hey, yeah, delivery for Courtney. That you?"

She nodded, a flicker of warmth hitting her core under his gaze. "That's me! Didn't order anything, though--probably my husband's doing. Come on in, I'll sign for it." She stepped aside, inviting him in, oblivious to the game Mark had just set in motion.