The Afterglow Ch. 06: The Unveiling

Mark rolled into the driveway Monday morning, his suitcase rattling behind him as he stepped through the front door. His flight was delayed, extending his time away and his tension. The house smelled of coffee and Courtney's perfume, and she greeted him with a bright, eager smile, her curves hugged by a snug tank top and leggings. "Welcome home, babe!" she chirped, wrapping him in a hug that pressed her firm breasts against his chest.

Before he could even unpack, she was on him, her voice bubbling with excitement. "So, I was thinking... How about we hit the swing club again this Friday? It was so much fun last time!"

Mark grinned, setting his bag down, catching the spark in her eyes. "Yeah? You're really into it, huh? Alright, let's do it." He leaned in, teasing, "You seem awfully excited, honey. Should we escalate things this time? Up the ante on our 'look but don't touch' rule? What're you hoping to do--or see--there?" His tone was light, playful, but his pulse quickened, angst and arousal twisting together as he watched her reaction.

Courtney laughed, brushing it off with a casual shrug, keeping her cool. "I don't know, babe. I just know I want to go again. Let's see what happens, you know? Play it by ear." Inside, her mind raced--she didn't dare hint at the truth, at Terrell's massive cock or Rick's thicker shaft splitting her open last Friday while he was away. At the very least, she knew the club's split sessions would give her a window to indulge while Mark was off in the men's "Special Entertainment". She flashed him a coy smile, her secrets locked tight, and changed the subject to dinner.

Friday night arrived, and the couple strolled into the club, the air thick with that familiar hum of lust and possibility. This time, no blonde attendant greeted them--Terrell stood at the entrance, chiseled and with a wicked grin, his tight shirt highlighted his frame. His eyes locked on Courtney, a knowing glint flashing as he nodded at Mark. "Hey, good to see you two back. Got a special format in mind for you tonight--something different." He waved over the blonde attendant, who appeared from the shadows. "Take Mark here to the private room for some entertainment. Trust me, man, you'll like this."

Mark glanced at Courtney, raising an eyebrow. "You cool with splitting up again, honey?"

She nodded, her pulse racing, already imagining Terrell's hands on her. "Yeah, babe, go have fun," she said, kissing his cheek, not even considering for a second where her husband might be going or doing.

The attendant led Mark away, down a dim hallway to a small room tucked behind the stage--a chair facing a wall of glass, a speaker humming faintly. He settled in, curious, as the attendant smirked and left, closing the door behind her. He then realized he was sitting behind the stage, right behind the bed Courtney had fucked Terrell on just two weeks earlier.

Meanwhile, Terrell guided Courtney through the club, his hand brushing her lower back, sending shivers up her spine. "Got a treat for you, babe, I know what you need," he murmured, leading her up onto the stage where that king-sized bed awaited, its red sheets crisp and inviting. She climbed onto it, stretching out with a sultry smile, her dress riding up her thighs. What she didn't know--what Terrell didn't tell her--was that those mirrors circling the stage and bed weren't only mirrors. They were one-way glass, and on the other side, two feet away, Mark sat with a front-row seat, with the sound piped in clear as day. He could see and hear absolutely everything--her every moan, every twitch--and she had no clue. It was much better than the screen set up he'd first seen her perform on.

Terrell grinned, calling out, "Rick, get over here!" Rick sauntered up, his thick frame matching Terrell's, his pants already tenting with that girth Courtney remembered so well. "Time to give her the full deal, she'd hooked on BBC, needs her fill," Terrell said, winking at Rick as they peeled off their clothes. Their massive black cocks sprang free--Terrell's beautiful BBC and Rick's just as long but thicker monster that made Courtney's pussy clench on sight. She gasped, sliding to her knees at the bed's edge, her eyes wide with hunger. "Fuck, yes, I need this," she breathed, grabbing both shafts and diving in. Terrel looked up to the mirror where Mark would be sitting or standing and grinned.

Mark's breath caught as he watched through the glass. Courtney's lips stretched around Terrell's cock first, sucking hard, her tongue swirling over the head as she jerked Rick's foreskin back and forth, playing hide and seek with the giant purple cockhead. Then she switched, gagging on Rick's thicker girth, spit dripping down her chin as she moaned into it. She alternated--Terrell, Rick, Terrell, Rick--her hands and mouth working in a frenzy, her big tits bouncing as she leaned forward. Mark's cock stiffened in his pants, his hand slipping to his zipper, torn between shock and raw arousal. Seeing her like this, lost in two massive black cocks, was hotter than he'd ever imagined.

"On the bed, now," Terrell growled, pulling her up. Courtney stripped fast, her dress hitting the floor, her naked body a vision--firm ass, heavy breasts, pussy already soaking. She climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs as Terrell and Rick flanked her. Terrell went first, slamming his 13 inches into her cunt from behind, making her scream as she sucked Rick's thick cock, her throat bulging with each thrust. Then they swapped--Rick pounding her pussy missionary-style, her legs over his shoulders, while Terrell fed her his shaft, her moans muffled around it. She came hard, over and over--her body shaking, juices squirting--swallowing their precum between gasps, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Mark stroked himself through his pants, his heart pounding as the scene escalated. "Time for the finale, babe," Terrell said, his voice low and commanding. Close to an hour had zoomed by and Courtney nodded, panting, "Yes, please--fuck me both." Like clockwork, she straddled Rick, sinking onto his impossibly thick cock--her pussy stretching wide, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as he filled her. Terrell moved behind, fingered her asshole and then eased his long shaft inside, inch by inch. Another double penetration, but this time in front of her husband--with Rick in her cunt, Terrell in her ass--and she wailed, impaled between them, their thrusts syncing up, hard and relentless.

Mark unzipped fully, his cock springing free as he watched, mesmerized. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing and was in doubt about this being her first BBC double penetration. Courtney's body rocked between them, her tits bouncing wildly, her holes stretched to their limits. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her orgasms crashing one after another, her pussy and ass clenching around their massive cocks. Terrell and Rick groaned, their pace quickening, and then they erupted--Rick flooding her pussy again with thick, hot cum, Terrell blasting his load deep into her ass. Cum spilled out of her stretched holes, dripping down her thighs, a creamy mess pooling on the bed as she collapsed, trembling, and spent.

Mark jerked his cock with abandon, his breath ragged as he came hard, splattering the floor in front of him, his eyes locked on his wife's ravaged body. Once again, she didn't know he'd seen it all--every suck, every thrust, every drop of cum blasted deep within her. Terrell and Rick had pulled out, their cocks glistening, pulsing, and Courtney lay there, dazed, a secret smile on her lips. Mark sat back, panting, his mind a whirlwind. The game had changed yet again--he knew she was getting out of control, getting addicted to BBC, and the question was: what the hell would he do about it? His own fueling addiction for seeing his wife this way was not lost on him.