Almost as if on cue we heard the front door slam closed. I jumped out of the bed and grabbed for my pants, but Sylvia grabbed my arm, “Don’t panic sugar. We have rules and one of them is that if the other person’s bedroom door is closed we don’t bother that person. Do you want to see if your sweet Leslie is going to be getting some black cock tonight?”
She could see from my face that I was dying to know and she got up and turned out the lights and walked over to her dresser. There was a mirror hanging over it and she took it down to reveal a room through a see through mirror. “This was here when we moved in. I got first pick of rooms and I chose this one. I found this when I went to rearrange the room and the best part is that Tony doesn’t know about it. I’ve seen some pretty wild shit over the last two years.”
I looked at her and asked her what she was going to say we he rearranged this room and found it. She laughed, “No way sugar. He likes to watch himself fuck white bitches and the mirror is in just the right place for him to do it.”
We were standing there looking into Tony’s bedroom when the door opened and Tony came in carrying Leslie in his arms like a groom carrying his new bride over the threshold. “The only bad thing about this” Sylvia said, “is that there is no sound, you can’t hear a thing.”
Tony set Leslie down on the floor and went over and pulled down the bed covers while Leslie stripped off her clothes. “No warm up” Sylvia commented, “He must have really gotten her worked up in the bar or in the car.”
Leslie walked over to Tony and began undressing him. As soon as he was naked she pushed him back on the bed and knelt between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. “Sure hope she doesn’t expect reciprocity” Sylvia said, “Tony doesn’t like eating pussy.”
I was transfixed as I stood there watching Leslie’s red lips and white face slide up and down that black pole. Sylvia said, “Here’s you’re chance sugar. Go in there and break things up or get used to getting sloppy seconds from your wife.”
I didn’t even glance at Sylvia, I was too engrossed in watching my wife of fifteen years sucking another man’s cock, and a black man at that. Leslie was obviously not a bigot, at least not any more. Tony said something and Leslie got up and lay down on the bed. She spread her legs wide and Tony moved between them. I watched as his black pole slid out of sight into my white wife and then he was fucking her with hard and fast strokes and Leslie’s legs came up and locked around him. The sight of her white against his dark was startling and for a while I forgot that it was my wife being fucked in that room. It was like I was watching a porno movie with the sound turned off. I was so wrapped up watching what was taking place in front of me that I hadn’t noticed Sylvia dropping to her knees in front of me. I heard, “My, oh my. He likes watching black cock slide into his lily white wife” and I looked down to see that my cock was indeed hard as a rock and Sylvia’s open mouth was on it’s way to engulf it.
It was weird. I would look down and see my white cock disappear into Sylvia’s dark brown mouth and then look up to see Tony’s dark brown cock disappear into my white wife. Down, up, down, up and then my hands were in Sylvia’s hair and I was fucking her face. She started making choking noises and I let go of the back of her head and started to pull my cock out of her mouth, but she grabbed me and pulled me back and I exploded against the back of her throat. She held me in her mouth and I could feel her throat constrict as she swallowed and gulped down every bit she could squeeze out of me. When I was limp she let my dick fall out of her mouth and she looked at me, “Why did you do that?”
“Do what?” I asked.
“Try to pull your dick out of my mouth.”
“You were choking,” I said.
She gave me a strange look and said, “Most men wouldn’t have cared. Every other man I’ve ever known would have grabbed my hair and pushed it in harder and held it there until he came.”
I reached down and picked her up, “I’m not most men” and then I kissed her. From the way she acted I guess not many men kissed her after cumming in her mouth. She stepped back and looked at me and then shook her head.
“I’ve never had much to do with white men and to be honest the only reason I went after you was to get even with her. But I want you to know that I’m glad I fucked you. You are so different from the other men in my life. I’m going to hate not seeing you again.”
Back in the other room Tony had finished and he was lying next to Leslie on the bed. Her legs were spread and I could see Tony’s cum leaking out of her. She said something to him and then she swung around and started sucking his dick. It took several minutes and then he was hard again and Leslie swung over him and lowered herself onto his cock. I looked at Sylvia and asked, “How many times is he good for?”
She smiled and said, “He can go all night sugar. The deciding factor here will be what time she has to be home.”
I looked at my watch and said, “Have I got time to eat your pussy and still beat her home?”
She smiled and took my hand and led me to the bed.
I fucked Sylvia one more time that night and then I stood in front of the see through mirror while I dressed and watched Tony fuck my wife. I couldn’t hear, but from her facial expressions it looked like she was begging him to fuck her harder or faster, or maybe both. Sylvia stood next to me and asked, “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t really know” I said, “A lot will depend on what she says and does when she gets home. I suppose it is possible that she will come home and say “Hey babe. Guess what? I just got laid by Tony. Still think I’m a bigot?” but I’m betting that won’t happen.” I turned to Sylvia and took her in my arms and kissed her. “You told me the other night that you and Tony told each other everything, but this is our little secret, right?”
She hugged me and said, “Anything you say sugar. Call me?”
I smiled at her and said, “We’ll see.”