It was a hot summer evening, and I, Martha, had reached my limit with my husband Tom’s inability to satisfy me in bed. I craved something more, something different. That’s when I invited two of my black friends, Jamal and Rasheed, over for a little surprise.

Tom was sitting in the living room, watching TV, when he heard a knock at the door. I smiled to myself, knowing our lives would change forever.

“Honey, can you get that?” I called out from the kitchen.

Tom walked to the door, and I watched from the corner of my eye as he opened it to reveal Jamal and Rasheed. Their imposing figures dwarfed Tom’s, and their dark skin glistened in the evening light.

“Martha? What’s going on?” Tom asked, confusion etched on his face.

“Oh, I just thought it would be nice to have some friends over,” I replied, sipping my wine. “Why don’t you go to the bedroom and get comfortable? I’ll be there in a minute.”

Tom did as he was told, and I turned to Jamal and Rasheed.

“I hope you’re ready for some fun,” I said, my voice dripping with desire.

Jamal and Rasheed exchanged a glance, and then Jamal spoke up.

“We’re ready for whatever you have in mind, Martha,” he said, his voice deep and rich.

I led them to the bedroom, where Tom was waiting. He looked nervous, and I could tell he had no idea what would happen.

I sat on the bed and motioned for Jamal and Rasheed to join me. They did, and I could feel the heat emanating from their bodies.

“Tom, I want you to watch,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “I want you to see what being with a real man is like.”

Tom’s eyes widened as Jamal and Rasheed began to undress me. They took their time, savoring every inch of my body as they revealed it.

“You like what you see, Tom?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Tom didn’t answer, but I could see the lust in his eyes.

Jamal and Rasheed took turns pleasuring me, their tongues and fingers exploring every inch of my body. I moaned and writhed beneath them, losing myself in the sensation.

“Fuck me, Jamal,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Jamal did as I asked, his thick cock filling me up in a way Tom never could. I cried out with pleasure, my body shuddering beneath him.

Rasheed took his turn next, and I welcomed him with open arms. I was theirs for the taking, and I reveled in it.

As they fucked me, I could see Tom out of the corner of my eye. He was watching, his face a mixture of shock and desire. I knew he wanted to look away, but he couldn’t.

After what felt like an eternity, I was spent. Jamal and Rasheed had drained every last ounce of energy from my body.

Clean Me!

“Clean me up, Tom,” I commanded, my voice hoarse from screaming.

Tom looked at me, confusion etched on his face.

“Clean. Me. Up,” I repeated, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Tom nodded, and he crawled between my legs. I could see the shame in his eyes as he began to lick my cum-filled pussy.

“That’s it, Tom. Clean me up,” I said, my voice dripping with venom.

As Tom licked and sucked, I could feel my body beginning to respond again. I couldn’t believe it. I had never been so turned on in my life.

“Fuck me again, Jamal,” I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure.

Jamal did as I asked, and I cried out with pleasure as he filled me up once again. Tom continued to lick and suck, his face a mixture of shame and desire.

As I came for the third time that night, I knew things would never be the same between Tom and me.

But I didn’t care. I had never felt so alive.

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