A Cuck in the Bush

He was never enough for her.

Lara was absolutely gorgeous. She had long brown flowy hair. Big green eyes with a forest's worth of eyelashes above her sparkling rubies. Her rich red lips promised the sweetest of kisses. Her elegant high neck led to a marvelous cleavage. Deep, full, and round. She had a thin waist and her overall body was the stuff of dreams. Her heart-shaped bubble butt supported by her long and toned legs finished her perfect figure.

So how did a loser like Garry have her?

He could never answer this question. She was making more money, she could have any guy she wanted, literally anybody. She had the looks that would make movie stars and politicians fight to have the honor of washing the dirt from her feet with their tongues. With depressing thoughts like this, he left the shower.

'Show me,' Lara teased him.

She was wearing skin-tight leggings that accentuated every curve of her amazing legs and firm round ass. Her tank top barely reached below her big tits and her nipples were poking the white fabric.

She had her yoga mat next to her bare feet but she stopped when she saw her husband going out of the bathroom.

'But it's shriveled,' Garry whined.

'You know I love your bean,' she laughed.

Seeing his face stretching in anguish she asked: 'Would this help?' Lara pulled her tank top up and her perky pink nipples made quite the spectacular entrance as her boobs dropped.

'Kinda,' shyly Garry confirmed and opened his towel.

His shaved, small package cutely dangled between his thighs. Lara leaned to kiss his pecker but the doorbell rang.

'My yoga instructor is here, gotta run. Come say hi before leaving, darling,' she kissed him on the cheek and her soft footsteps drummed on the wooden floor.

Ashamed and semi-hard her husband went to put on his office clothes.

Before leaving, he passed through the big hallway. The ass of his wife met him first but her teacher made an even bigger impression.

He was not a man but an anatomical atlas. His black skin was wrapped around an impressive set of muscles. His hair was braided and long.

He still had sunglasses, despite being inside, but his charisma and cool factor were off the charts, so he had what it takes to pull it off.

He wore something that could be only described as yoga speedos. The rest of him was exposed. And he thought Lara, with her feet and stomach out, was too much to handle. Sheepishly Garry said goodbye but nobody paid attention to his departure.

He walked around the house and hid in the bush. It provided a side view of their living room area and the large windows offered enough information to any desperate stalker.

They didn't even respect him enough to pretend. The moment he closed the door, his wife and her instructor had their hands all over each other. By the time Garry had taken his vantage point, Lara was topless and her friend was completely naked.

His black anaconda was freely conquering her body and slapping her in the face. His shaft rested on top of her nose, allowing her lips and tongue to explore the taste of his taint and testicles.

Lara was a cock hungry whore and her technique was incredible. She was twirling her tongue around the cock like a professional. She was kissing, licking, and salivating the thing in ways Garry could never hope to experience.

It was not her fault. To perform this way she needed the right tool. And both of them knew Garry was not equipped with one.

She licked the whole shaft up and down. Her mouth didn't satisfy with just his genitals. Lara played the athlete like a virtuoso. She was on her knees, in front of him, and bathed his lower body with her mouth nectar. Up and down his thighs she went. Then turned the man around and her lips rained over his buttocks.

Domination was not the only game she played. Once her tongue got enough of his taste she turned over and went on all fours.

He knelt behind her and pulled her leggings down. She had no underwear. Her pristine white ass glistened in the early morning sunshine. He pushed his fingers into her dripping mouth and pointed them at her opening. He caressed her clit and massaged her anus. He awarded the space between her butt cheeks with generous tongue actions.

Sweat and pussy juice flowed into a river of pleasure that was streaming down her legs and collected into a puddle between her knees.

His thick monster swung and slapped her ass from above. He dragged his cock around her cheeks and rested his shaft between them. He rubbed the dick in her crack and his balls smacked her pussy from below.

Her lips enjoyed the touch of his smooth testicles and her clit wanted to be revealed.

Lara looked up and strained her eyes. A play of color got her attention. She observed more carefully until the familiar face emerged from the shadows of the bush. She smiled at Garry and winked. Then closed her eyes as he was ready to penetrate her.

She pushed him. Turned to face him, showing her husband all the wet goodness her yoga partner was exploring. Her firm ass was divine, her open cunt was so inviting and her great legs swung her body left and right, while she was discussing something with the other man.

She stood up and walked to the door. Right in the daylight, and sadly for all sleepy residents, nobody was out to witness her nude.

Lara came to the bush and said: 'Come on.'

Garry had no choice but to weasel out from his spot and follow her embarrassed.

She used her big ass as guidance and her sweet, juicy pussy peaked underneath her full butt cheeks. She swung with an elegant walk and closed the door after Garry finished his walk of shame.

'Sit down and watch how it is done,' she pushed him on the sofa and went back on all fours.

The soles of her feet had become a bit dirty but soon the black Adonis made sure she was filthy all over.

He looked at Garry, nodded at him, and pushed his cock inside his wife. Garry was stunned by the sight. The monstrous shaft managed to penetrate the tight pussy of Lara like it was butter. The sliding was so smooth, the husband couldn't believe it.

The yoga guru placed his palms all over her ass and his fingers dug deep into her skin. With a firm hold and lubricated opening, he went to work.

He drilled his poor wife as if he was paid to do it. Powerful slams ripped through her pussy. Wet tears flew away from her cunt. His cock was pitch black but glistening with a shiny spark each time it slipped away from Lara's grasp.

He provided a thin strip of saliva and smeared it across her asshole. He held her bum wide open and his stomach hair landed on top of her most innocent hole. Innocent hole, her ass.

What was supposed to be an exit turned into an entrance. He stuck his dick in it as if she had a second pussy. His testicles swung like bells and smacked her vulva. His thrust in her asshole gave birth to screeching moans on her end.

Her breath was raspy and concentrated. She was embracing all of his might inside her bumhole. Her feet were curled, her toes crunched and her eyes closed.

Red flowers colored her cheeks. Both on her face and ass. Her pale white skin was drenched in sweat and every part of her that ended up being squeezed by him turned burning red.

'I called you,' Lara started speaking but between each word she had whimpers escaping her lips. 'Because I want to use you as a towel.'

'A what?' Garry asked once he realized she was talking to him.

He was sitting there, stewing in sweat and blue balls but didn't dare move an inch.

'A towel. Or a cum rag. I need to use something to soak up his cum,' she finished informing him and went back to enjoying the ass fucking.

'It's close,' the man behind her informed them as if he was sharing the state of the weather outside.

A few more heavy thrusts delivered the cumshot. Garry was dazzled by the view of his cock erupting inside his wife's ass. He could follow how the shaft was carrying the white liquid and hurled it straight into her anus. He pulled back and precious drops of white gold left his cock. His dickhead spilled liquid all over her legs and floor.

Her asshole looked like an unleashed waterfall and the discharge left the gaping hole to stream down her pussy.

Out of his body, Garry saw himself moving and landing between her feet. He cranked his neck and his mouth stuck to her cunt. His tongue became the extractor. The sperm of the other man that smeared the privates of his wife was now seeping over his tongue and going straight down his throat.