26 comments/ 97581 views/ 35 favorites The Next Big Thing By: boboz My name is Glen. I'm just a regular, normal guy with a regular, normal wife. I get up in the morning, go to work, mow the yard on weekends, tinker with my classic car, the whole deal. My wife, Samantha, is a photographer and has a small studio downtown. She does mostly portrait work; families in sweaters, little kids who just got the worst haircuts of their young lives and will hate the pictures when they're older, that sort of thing. We're in our late 40's. Me, 49, and Samantha just turned 48. I try to stay active to keep the old spare tire at bay, but not always successful. My wife has what I like to call "good genes". I don't think she's gained over a pound since we were married over 22 years ago, even after having two kids. She has a slender, petite frame and if she stands on her tiptoes may reach five-four, maybe. If anyone said her bust size was over a B cup I would of called them liars. They may be small, but I like them just fine. Her blond hair is beginning to get streaks of silver, which she hates but I think gives her a definite classy look. Typical, typical, typical are the three words that probably describe us best. Things changed though when trouble moved in next door, and its name was Derrick. I knew Derrick was trouble from the first time I met him. I had seen his type a hundred times before in high school and college. He was a tall, good looking guy (I'll admit that) with an athletic build. He had just turned 30 and decided to settle in the 'burbs as everyone does when they get "old", or old to him. His wife, Candice, could be described as my wife's polar opposite. Candice was tall, dark-haired, and had the body of a fitness model. I'm sure her too-small T-shirts that she liked to wear were permanently stretched out of shape from her bountiful chest. They looked like a Hollywood couple. They also had all the charm and arrogance that comes with looking that way and getting whatever they wanted. Derrick would occasionally flash his killer smile at my wife. "Not today, sonny," she would slam him with. "There's always tomorrow," was his standard reply. It took about six months to realize they were actually ok people once you got past the attitude. Living next door Candice and my wife eventually became best friends. Candice was always trying to get Samantha to "loosen up" and my wife was always trying to get Candice to understand that my she was as "loose" as she would ever get. Derrick loved my car, a black, 1965 Barracuda that I had just restored. A real muscle car. He would come over and we would tinker around with it while listening to whatever game happened to be on. As always talk would eventually turn to sex and our past sexual conquests. If Derrick scored with only half the women he claimed that was still three times more than my total. I may not of been a scoring machine, but I told him that I had a cheerleader or two in my day. According to him he had any girl that he decided on. I always got a lump in my throat when he said that, worried that some day he might cast that eye towards my wife. He must of noticed my discomfort. "Don't worry, dude, I like playing with your toy here too much," he assured me. Then he would flash his devilish grin, "But just so you know, I could if I wanted," he winked. For some reason I didn't back down this time. "Anytime you think you can you're welcome to try." I think it was the beer talking. Derrick just started laughing. This led to talk of infidelity, and if we had ever cheated. I had to admit that I had. "Not you, man! You're my monogamy inspiration," Derrick said, surprised by my revelation. "How did it happen?" I told him how Samantha and I had hit a rough patch and I had hooked up with an old girlfriend one night after a particularly bad fight. I had never told anyone that and I was instantly worried that Derrick would let it "slip". "And Samantha never found out?" I told him, no, and it should stay that way. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bust your balls over this. Every man cheats some way or another. This just means you're normal." He slapped me on the back a little too hard. "I think Candice would. Hell, I bet your modest dressing wife would cheat if the right situation arose." I don't know what pissed me off more; saying my wife would cheat if given the chance, or that she was modest dressing. I did have to admit to myself that when she and Candice stood next to each other my wife seemed to disappear. "No," I insisted, "Samantha would never cheat on me." The wolf-like smile and glare that crossed Derrick's face almost made me take a step back. "Wanna bet?" He saw a sheep in front of him and was licking his chops. I should of laughed it off and gone inside. I was out of my league but didn't have the sense to realize it. It must of been the beer. I wanted to play it cool, that I could be a slick operator too. I would show this kid. "Goddamn right I do. Stakes?" This shut the golden boy up for a moment. The wolf-smile appeared again. He looked over at my 'cuda. I bet the blood drained from my face. "Your car against the cash equivalent from me." He stuck his hand out. Pride and alcohol are a bad combination. I grabbed it firmly and gave a good squeeze. He squeezed back. It took all I had to keep from wincing. The rules were simple: Samantha had to cheat of her own free will. If she was tempted and declined, I won; if she cheated, Derrick won. This was a one time deal. Derrick had to supply the proof, and it couldn't just be his word. Once she turned down the initial advance it was over; he couldn't keep hitting on her. "Oh, I'm not going to be the one, I'm not going to touch her," he informed me. I was certainly relieved to hear THAT! He winked and then strolled out of my garage whistling some tune I didn't recognize. What the hell had I just done? At first I was on pins and needles as I waited for Derrick to show up with pictures or something. I began to take every little subtle reference from my wife way out of context. She must of thought I was a paranoid maniac or on drugs. "What is your problem?" she would ask when I started asking about where she had been or who she had talked to. I could of told her about the bet which would of insured victory and a lot of extra cash. We were saving for a trip to Europe and this would put us over the top. I finally decided to play it straight. Also, and I hate to admit it, curiosity was beginning to get to me. Would she really cheat if given the right circumstances? Derrick could not of devised a better form of torture. After more than a few sleepless nights the stress began to wear off and things got back to normal. A few months later and it was almost completely forgotten. Derrick never said one word. This probably should of worried me the most. He was polite around my wife, but still flirted with her on occasion. I held out hope that Derrick was as drunk as I was that night and forgot all about it. I was completely floored when the DVD addressed to me arrived in the mail . PLAY ME was all that was written on it. My hand was shaking as I put it in the computer at work. I didn't dare leave it laying around home. There was a professional looking title at the beginning that said: The Next Big Thing. The video started out showing a black guy driving and talking to the camera. "So how are you feeling today? Ready for the big time?" The cameraman asked. "Oh, I'm always ready. Should be a fun afternoon." They continued to shoot the shit when the car pulled into a parking lot and stopped. The black guy looked right into the camera, "Time to go win the bet for Derrick." Oh fuck! The camera followed the black guy as he entered a familiar looking building. My mouth went dry as I recognized it as my wife's studio. "You must be Lawrence," my wife said as she walked up to them with her hand out. The black guy shook it. He was at least a foot taller than Samantha and her hand disappeared in his. "Actually he prefers Big L," the cameraman informed her. "Big L?" "Yeah, it's kind of my professional name," Lawrence/Big L said. "Are you a rapper?" I was kind of surprised that my wife even knew what a rapper was. "More like an un wrapper," Big L said with a chuckle. My wife didn't get what was painfully obvious to me. "Oh, and I hope the video camera doesn't bother you. This company is following me around, doing a 'Day in the Life' sort of thing on me." Samantha apologized for not having heard of him. "He's not famous, yet. He is what we are calling 'The Next Big Thing'," the cameraman said. "When this is all over you'll know him very well." The three of them went over a few ideas for the shoot. Big L had brought some clothes that he felt would best show what he had to offer. Samantha showed him the dressing room and left to set up. Inside Big L starts talking to the camera again. "Man, I am going to enjoy your wife soooo much!" He flicked his tongue out. Damn it was long and wide. God only knew what he was going to do with that thing. The knot that had been forming in my stomach was now the size of a basketball. I also noticed that Big L was really ripped while he was changing. Gulp! Back outside the camera "documented" the session as Samantha snapped away at Big L in various poses. When it came time to change the camera would follow him back into the dressing room where he would again exclaim what he was going to do to my wife. "Drag my tongue all up and down her body. She may be twice my age, but fuck, she's still pretty goddamn hot." For a moment I felt a sense of pride as he talked about my wife like that. She was pretty desirable still. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't really want him to succeed in seducing my wife, did I? The next time he came out it was in spandex biker shorts and a tight tank top. The cameraman focused down on Big L's crotch. Big was right. The spandex held him in, but there was no denying what it was holding in. If my wife noticed she didn't let on. The cameraman seemed to be trying his best to get something going, commenting on how Big L looked, how famous he was going to be. He asked my wife if she liked working with him so far. "Yes, he's an excellent subject," was the most she complimented him. Good for you, honey! "Are you getting into modeling?" "Kind of," Big L said, "leaning more towards the erotic. Maybe some video shoots." "We're working on that one," the cameraman says. The light bulb finally went off in my wife's head. "Porn star?" she asked, lowering her camera. "Yeah. I hope that doesn't offend you too much." Big L looked away as though he was embarrassed. This son of a bitch was giving an academy award worthy performance. Samantha surprised me by laughing. "I've seen a few of those types of videos in my life." She had? When? Not with me, that's for sure. She always told me she hated them. "Plus I'm a photographer, I've shot nudes before. Unfortunately I haven't had the chance to shoot any in a few years. If I shot nudes of my current clients they would haul my ass off to jail." "That would be a shame, seeing as how it's such a nice ass at that." Big L's compliment seemed to have an almost unseen effect on my wife. Most wouldn't notice, but living with someone for over twenty years gives you special insight. "I'll have to schedule some of those. When can you fit me in?" She checked her appointment book. "How about Thursday?" "Excellent," Big L says, "and keep the afternoon open. Can I bring someone to pose with me? The kind of shots I'm thinking about need two." "Whatever you want. You're in charge." Back in the dressing room Big L winks and smiles at the camera again. "And you don't even know this is going on." Both of them laugh out loud. TO BE CONTINUED... scrolled across the screen then the DVD went blank. I didn't sleep at all for the next two nights. Finally the next DVD showed up in the mail. Derrick had been away on business so there was no way to confront him about this. I had a hunch he planned it that way. What could I confront him with? We had made a bet, and so far my wife hadn't done anything. With acute apprehension I put the new DVD in the computer. The setup was the same: the camera follows Big L like a reality show into my wife's studio. Again into the dressing room to change. This time the camera stays out and the cameraman chats up Samantha, asking her opinion of his "look". "You think he's a pretty good looking guy, don't you?" "Oh yes, very handsome," Samantha answers, blissfully ignorant of where this is all headed. "You could see how women would want to see him in action, right? I'm asking because you are kind of a representation of his target audience." "How am I his target audience? I'm just a middle aged married woman." Samantha asked, confused. "That's our audience!" The cameraman went on to explain how videos of guys like Big L were a big hit with mature, married women. "It's fantasy material. A lovely woman, such as yourself, still sexually active, but things are now a bit stale at home after twenty years of marriage. And after watching the videos you become more aroused and head straight for the nearest manly body. Usually the husband. Actually I think they benefit the most here. That old magic is restored and everyone is happy." Wow! This guy was really laying it on thick. "You know that fantasy, older woman, younger man." "If he's going to be used as fantasy material then I think he'll be very successful." I couldn't believe Samantha actually said that. Holy crap! "I'm sure he'll love to hear that from his target - audience that is. That's who Big L is usually going to be paired with." "Going to be? So he hasn't actually made any videos yet?" Samantha asked, deeply engrossed now. "No, not yet. And if Donna doesn't get here soon I don't know what we're going to do." "Who's Donna?" "She's a model that was going to pose with Big L today. She's around your age, 39 - 40." The camera caught my wife blushing. "I hope you don't think we were going to have a porn shoot here today. Because if that's the case..." "No," the cameraman assured her, "it was going to just be erotic, you know, simulated. No real in and out action." This seemed to calm my wife. As if on cue Big L strode out of the dressing room wearing nothing but red silk boxers. The camera focused on my wife, and for a split second I thought I saw what chilled my heart solid - desire. I wanted to stop the video, but couldn't. I had to know what happened. The posing started, but this time Samantha was more vocal about what she wanted; telling Big L what a great pose that was, or how great he looked, just dropping compliments all over the place. All the while the cameraman was pimping for Big L, saying how all the ladies were going to die when they finally saw him in action or got a good look at the merchandise. The camera was pointing at my wife when he said that and she noticeably glanced down at Big L's big crotch. He then suggested that Big L's pecs would stand out better with some oil on them, like a body builder's during competition. My wife agreed and left to get some. The camera got right up in Big L's face and he stuck his tongue out again. "Right there, Glen, that's where your little wifey is going to be very very soon. Just watch and cry." Goddamn bastards! This was driving me nuts. And speaking of nuts, I couldn't deny the real feeling of excitement that was now forcing my dick to get harder than I could remember. Samantha returned with the oil and Big L started rubbing it over his body. He strained to reach his back. "Samantha, can you get my back?" She hesitated, then took the bottle and started applying the oil to his broad back. "Wow, that's great. You should of been a masseuse. You have great hands. Damn, getting me all excited. When you start taking pictures again don't look down." "I've seen a penis before," Samantha informed him. Big L laughed. "That's what they all said." "Big L, I was telling our beautiful photographer here about how she's just the type that we're aiming for." Again the cameraman was leading the conversation to sex. "That's right, that's exactly right. I want to appeal to women of a more mature, sexually experienced caliber. Women with brains that want to let go of their passions. Those to me are the hottest women, the most desirable women." "I think the twenty year olds would disagree with you there," Samantha said. Big L shook his head. "Coeds... empty headed girls thinking only about where the next kegger is or flashing their tits on those 'Girls Gone Wild' videos. You know what I think would be a great idea? Mature Women Gone Wild. Now that sucker would sell!" "Well, if I had tits like some of those women I wouldn't hesitate to show them." Big L looked at the camera. "I think you should never sell yourself short like that. But then again, if you want to flash, feel free." My wife joined Big L and the cameraman in laughter. "If the camera wasn't here..." Samantha joked. "Quick, turn off the camera!" Big L shouted. "No way. I could make a fortune on one of those cougar sites with her," the cameraman said. "Oh, so I'm a cougar now?" Samantha inquired. Big L shook his head. "Naw, to be a cougar you would have to seduce me. Although that sounds pretty good right now," he says, then winks at her and flashes his killer smile. Samantha turns crimson and starts snapping away again. This time she gets a lot of frontal shots. Big L starts to get noticeably aroused. He's not as hard as I bet he can get, but it's enough to show impressive potential. "So, do you think I have what it takes to be a big star?" Again Samantha blushes. "From where I'm standing I think your talents are obvious... for that line of work." "Trust me, it ain't work. You wouldn't believe how many husbands ask me to fuck - I mean pleasure their wives. Pardon my language." My wife couldn't believe it. "Oh yeah, it really turns a lot of guys on seeing their wives going down on a big, black cock - I mean penis. Dammit! Sorry about my language. Must be something in the room making me talk like that." "And this turns guys on?" Samantha had stop shooting and was just standing there with an almost dazed and drunken look on her face. Things were happening that were out of her control. This hunk of a male standing in front of her was having a delirious effect on her. This was a whole new world that she had entered. Would she now take the big step was the question. "Like you wouldn't believe." Big L looked over to the cameraman. "So where the hell is Donna?" "I don't know, man. She said she'd be here. I'll call her again." The camera jiggled as the cameraman jostled with it to get to his phone. There was a quick jump cut when the camera was turned off and then turned back on again. This time it was pointed at Big L. "No answer, Big L." "Well hell, I wanted to get this all done today. We have a deadline to meet with these. This could ruin a lot of things. I mean we don't have the money to keep coming back here." "I can try to get someone else," offered the cameraman. Big L shook his head. "Not enough time. Damn this sucks." I knew what was going to come next so I wasn't a bit surprised when the camera swung around and zoomed in on my wife. With a line that must of been practiced over and over again the cameraman said: "Samantha, you wouldn't be willing to help us out would you?" My wife is a college graduate. She has been running her own business, and damn successful at it, for over ten years. She has seen through every little lie and excuse I have ever used. Why she picked now to flip the naive switch I'll never know. She looked up with her big blue eyes, the camera centering her face perfectly. Even with the wrinkles around her eyes and a few lines, although small, on her face, Samantha is still a very pretty woman. My heart was literally thumping in my chest, and I hate to admit it, but my dick was thumping too. The Next Big Thing "I don't know, what would I have to do?" My hand started to shake again. "I don't want to be in a porn shoot." "No, no, nothing like that," the cameraman said, remembering his lines perfectly I assumed. "It's just erotic. We won't even show your face so no one will know it's you. We just need someone in the shots with Big L." "You promise no faces?" Samantha's nervousness was as obvious as Big L's erection right now. Big L assured her that her face wouldn't show up. Besides, he pointed out, she would be developing the film and could keep out any pictures that gave away her identity. "Well who will take the pictures then?" Good question I thought. "I'll do it," the cameraman volunteered. Oh boy, my hero! "I started out as a still photographer before moving to video." Gee, wasn't that a lucky break. Samantha looked down at her clothes. She was just wearing her old jeans and a faded T-shirt. "You don't want me like this do you?" "I'll take you any way," announced Big L. I was really hating that guy. God knows what I would do to him if I ever came across him on the street. Well, if I ever came across him on the street and happened to have a baseball bat in my back pocket. "I have some clothes, costumes in the back if you'll give about thirty to get ready." "Take all the time you need. I need a break anyway. I'm starting to stiffen up." When Big L said that my wife looked straight down to his crotch. The camera swung around and captured the tent in his boxers. He quickly covered his erection with his hands. "Not like that!" he blurted out. My wife covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a laugh. Either that or to put her tongue back in. "Be right back." When she was out of sight Big L crossed his muscular arms across his oiled up chest. Then he nodded his head once and pointed his finger at the camera and pulled the imaginary trigger. The DVD went black again. I was about to click it off when it came to light once more. It was a different angle now, and not bumping around. Apparently the cameraman had set it down so he could leave it running while he took the pictures. Then in quick succession two more angles came up. One was covering the couch from the opposite side, and another angle showed it from higher up but zoomed in closer. I didn't understand at first, then realized that they must of retrieved two more cameras and set them up while Samantha was changing. These motherfuckers had thought of everything! I slumped down in my chair. I was out of my league. God knows how long it took Derrick to come up with all this. I had to see this through now. There wasn't anything left to do. I just prayed Samantha would back down at the end. I heard some whistling and was frustrated by the fact that the camera couldn't move now. I had to see what was causing the two men to react that way. I got my chance a few seconds later as Samantha came into view of one of the cameras. Oh god! She was dressed in a short, red leather miniskirt and what looked like a white silk blouse. The material was sheer enough to show that she was wearing a black bra underneath. She also had on dark hose and high heels. It made her legs look especially long and appetizing. She had done up her hair as well. It had a kind of kinky, post sex look to it. I think I was getting woozy. The men gave her a standing ovation when she walked in and my wife was eating it up. She did her best, "What? Clapping for little ol' me" routine. She then gave a little curtsey and walked to the couch. "Ok, how do you want me?" She said, egging them on. Both me blurted out laughing. "Oh how I want you... let me count the ways!" Big L exclaimed with his arms out. "You know what I mean." Samantha playfully slapped his arm. Our intrepid cameraman now took charge. He had Samantha and Big L act out a little scene. It was supposed to show him sleeping on the couch and her walking in and accidentally waking him, or something like that. The series of shots started out with her looking surprised, secretly checking him out, then moving closer to him. Behind the camera Samantha was all business, but in front she seemed more timid, unsure of herself, more pliable. It was strange seeing her like this. No stranger than seeing her rubbing up against a black guy half her age who also happened to be built like a linebacker I guess. The poses continued. With each succeeding shot the cameraman had her moving closer to Big L. He was giving her instructions on what she should be feeling. "You desire him. You know it's wrong, but you can't stop. You have to get closer to this Greek god in front of you." My wife did her best to follow along with what he wanted. Big L was acting like he was awake now, catching her spying on him. The cameraman was moving all around them. "Ok, Big L, hold her from behind. Samantha, act like you're trying to get away, but you really don't want to. Good, great." Then he would start clicking away again. By this time Samantha was getting into a groove, going along with everything. Even when the cameraman had Big L grasp her breasts from behind she didn't object. She just leaned her head back against his chest and gave a look of ecstasy that I'm not sure wasn't real. His large right hand left her breast and moved down her body. They switched poses; this time she was facing him while he pulled her tight to his body, his hands now lowering and grasping her ass. When he squeezed I heard a definite moan come from Samantha. I had heard that before. This wasn't acting; she was turned on. I watched helplessly in my office chair as Samantha turned her head up to his and started kissing him. That long tongue of Big L's was finally being put to use as it delved deep into my wife's mouth. Her moans louder now as she sucked on his tongue. It wasn't a close shot on the video, but it was obvious enough. "Ok, Samantha, start kissing down Big L's chest. Maybe drag your tongue across his nipples." She did exactly as the cameraman directed. Lower and lower she went until she was on her knees directly in front of the tent that now was Big L's boxers. Would she do it? Samantha seemed to hesitate when she saw just how big he really was. She was trying to decide for herself whether to go through with it or not. "Ok, now grab the waist band of his boxers and slowly pull them down." Even from the distance that the video camera was recording from I could see her hands tremble. "I-I don't know if I can, or should be doing this." Her voice quivering slightly. I think her mouth was as dry as mine at that moment. I know my erection felt as big as Big L's looked for damn sure. This was it. Either she would do this or she wouldn't. Either I would lose my car or win a butt load of cash. I hated that that thought entered my head right then, but it had taken me years to restore that car! Just when I thought she would stop Big L put his hand under her chin softly and lifted it so she could look him in the eyes. "Please," was all he said. It was all she needed to hear. She started to slowly pull the boxers down. The silky material seemed to hang up on his erection for a moment. When Samantha pulled it down farther his black cock seemed to spring up like a jack-in-the-box. I heard her gasp on the video when Big L's true size was finally revealed. It had to have been over nine inches long as it bobbed in front of my wife. The cameraman didn't miss a beat, snapping away like there was no tomorrow. Samantha seemed to be studying his cock, not sure what to do next. "Grab it around the base, kind of make it look like you're stroking it." Her tiny white hand grasped Big L's big dick. She couldn't fit it all the way around the girth. Now it was Big L's turn to moan. He sighed heavily as Samantha began to move her hand down the shaft and back up again. "Like this?" I could hear her barely whisper. "Exactly, that's great. Damn these are going to be great pictures. You're a natural, Samantha." Natural at what? Stroking a black man's large cock? I don't think she took her eyes off of his meat as she was stroking it. She seemed to be drunk with desire now. Big L then placed his hand on the back of her head and ever so slowly began to push it towards his cock. He also began to thrust his hips forward while she stroked him. Suddenly the picture seemed to start jiggling again and I realized the cameraman had put down the still camera and picked up the video camera. Whether Samantha didn't notice or just not care I didn't know, but the view improved remarkably. I guess if I had to see this it had better be a good shot. Big L's thrusts and pushing her head had put the tip of his dick mere inches from Samantha's mouth. Her strokes were also causing the head to start leaking shiny pre-cum. "Now stick your tongue out, Samantha. Treat it like there's nothing else in the world that you want right now." Unable or unwilling to stop now she did as the cameraman directed. Her tongue slowly came out like a little pink snake out of a cave. Big L pushed forward until the head of his cock came in contact with her tongue. She licked her lips then slid her tongue against his cock head once more, this time slowly swirling around the tip, tasting the pre-cum. That was it, the damn had burst. Samantha sucked the head into her mouth, moaning loudly as she did. The wet sucking noises she was making were loud and clear as she drove her mouth down further onto his cock. "Yesssss..." was all Big L could say. I was about ready to bust a nut myself. I had lost the bet. Not only that but Samantha was cheating on me with a large black man while it was being taped and didn't seem to mind. There was nothing I could do now. I debated whether to just turn the DVD off or keep watching. Debate hell, there wasn't any debate. I knew I was going to keep watching. Samantha was really working his cock over. In all our years of being married she never was this enthused. I pray it didn't have anything to do with the size or color of Big L's dick, which was now being shoved down my 48 year old wife's mouth. The head was covered with her saliva and I wondered if he was going to shoot soon. God knows I was and I wasn't anywhere near her mouth! Big L announced he was getting close so he pulled his cock out. Samantha gave a whimper and tried to pull it back it. She was really loving this. Big L easily picked her up, and I don't mean pulled her to her feet, I mean he picked her up completely, his massive arms wrapped around her ass. He placed her down on the couch and lifted the leather skirt up around her waist. He kissed and licked her inner thighs as he made his way to her pussy. He rubbed his fingers against it and she jumped like someone had given her an electric shock. He started stroking the outside of her clit with his thumb, driving her crazier by the minute. She was humping against his hands, whimpering and almost pleading with him. In one swift motion her panties came off. "Damn, those are fucking soaked!" the cameraman said upon inspection. Big L gave a quick glance to the camera, then flicked his tongue out, making good on his earlier boast as to where it was going to end up. I knew that it was meant for my benefit and no one else's. Pushing her thighs apart he began lightly flicking the tip around her lips. The camera was able to get in close enough for me to see that they were red, swollen, and incredibly wet. When Big L's tongue hit her clit her back arched like a bow, pushing her pussy to his face. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh," was all she was able to get out. The camera focused on her face which would look to be in agony if you didn't know what was going on down below. The combination of her moans and his slurping at her pussy were highly intense. "I'm - go-ing - to - c-c-cummmmm," Samantha blurted suddenly. Her abdomen was quivering like jello as Big L vigorously licked up and down her slit. At one point he put his entire mouth over it and started to make motorboat noises. Once, twice, three times she thrust her crotch upwards to his tongue and then let out a howl the likes I have never heard her make. Big L grabbed her ass and held on as Samantha thrashed around violently on his tongue. After a few minutes she calmed down but was still breathing heavily, trying to get her voice back. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god," she kept repeating. "That was the most incredible orgasm I have ever had. Holy god! Your tongue is amazing." "If you think that was good wait until I put this in action," Big L said as he waved his hard cock at her. Samantha's eyes went wide when he did that. She may have finally realized what was going on. "I don't think you'll be able to get that in me. I'm not very big down there." "As wet as you are I'll slide in nice and smooth so don't worry. Just worry about how many times I'm going to make you cum." Big L helped her out of her blouse. When he pulled her bra off I could see how hard her nipples were. Samantha's breasts aren't very large, but her nipples always compensated. Big L's mouth was immediately attracted to them as well as he alternated sucking one after the other. Samantha's petite white body glistened with sweat as Big L pushed her back on the couch and told her that he was about to give her the fucking of her life, and then promptly did just that. He eased his massive cock into her slowly so not to tear her overwhelmed pussy all up. Big L started to do what apparently he does best: Fuck. He began slowly, allowing Samantha ample time to get accustomed to the girth of his cock. She laid there, wide eyed and with lips quivering as he pushed further and further into her. The cameraman got behind Big L's sweaty black ass, giving me an almost clinical view of his cock and my wife's pussy. After a few minutes he was able to push his full length into my wife with a strong, final lunge the knocked the breath out of Samantha. Slowly he pulled out and then shoved all the way back in. My wife gave a yelp with each penetration. When the camera got down behind his ass again I could see that his cock was now covered with her foamy white juices. She was incredibly hot for him now. "I'm c-cummmmmming againnnnnnn," she shouted as her body shook with what must of been a killer orgasm. Big L pulled back and stopped fucking her. Samantha reacted quickly by wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing his ass cheeks in her hands, trying to pull him back in. "D-don't s-s-stop! Don't sssstop!" "Goddamn, L, she's fucking going fucking nuts!" the cameraman laughed. "Her pussy is so tight. I'm gonna fucking blow soon." Both men were speaking as though my wife wasn't even there. The sweat covering Big L was making his body shine like a showroom car under the lights of the studio as he granted my wife her wish and started sliding back and forth into her now frothy pussy. The grunts from both of them were almost in unison now. I'm pretty sure that Samantha orgasmed again. I had never seen this purely animalistic side of her. Of course I had never seen her fuck a black guy twenty-four years her junior either. Big L gave his cock one last push and let out a growl as he started cumming in my wife. This tripped her over the edge again and she beat her tiny fists against his muscular chest. She couldn't of hurt him with a sledgehammer. The camera caught a good view of his ass muscles flexing as he continued to pump his cum into her. He finally collapsed on top of Samantha, his cock still buried deep in her. God knows how much cum he had filled her with because when he pulled out the cameraman got a nice tight shot of her pussy as Big L's cum flowed out and down onto the couch. Big L stood up and let his used cock dangle over Samantha's lips. She hesitated, then started lapping and kissing the huge head, licking their combined juices off his cock. She seemed to be very appreciative of the pleasure it had just given her because she put her hands behind her head and started purring and then gave a deep and satisfied sigh. She was too wore out to move at this point. Big L wanted to go another round, but Samantha declined, saying she had to go home and shower before I got home from work. I tried to think back to when this might of happened and then remembered coming home and finding her fresh out of the shower about two weeks ago. I also remember that she fucked me stupid that night and most of the next day. Best sex we had in years I told her then. Before he left Big L took her in his powerful arms and gave her the sexiest kiss I had ever seen. The way she sucked on his tongue... Jesus Christ! Later in the car Big L was congratulating me on having such a hot wife. "I thoroughly enjoyed myself, Glen." "Yeah, and we hope you enjoy this video," the cameraman added. The cameraman started whistling and there was something familiar about the tune. Then it hit me; it was the same stupid tune that Derrick was whistling the night we made the bet. How the hell had he pulled that off without Samantha recognizing him? He had to of been in some sort of disguise. I couldn't worry about that though as I now had to think of a good lie to tell Samantha the first time she asked what my 'cuda was doing in Derrick's garage!