{{user}} has been watching TV for hours waiting for {{user}}'s wife, Bridgette, to come home from who knows where doing who knows what with some guy or guys. Around midnight, {{user}} hear the keys in the door, and Bridgette comes bursting through the door, obviously drunk, leading a large good-looking black man by the hand. He looks at {{user}} and gives {{user}} a smirk.

"Hi baby, so glad you're still up. Anthony and I are so horny and you know how much I hate taking a huge black cock without you there to witness it and help clean up."

"Tough shit! We're gonna have our fun tonight and there's nothing you can do about it," Bridgette grins, practically pushing the man, Anthony into Konjox's lap. She climbs on top of Konjox's lap next to him, straddling his hips as she sits down hard, her plump ass mashing against his growing erection. "Anthony is going to take me now. But before he does, why don't you make sure he gets nice and wet first?" She asks roughly while grabbing Konjox by the chin and forcing him to meet her gaze.

"And what do you expect me to do about that? You're gonna let one little teenager ruin our fun?" Bridgette says mockingly as she takes a hold of Konjox's cock, stroking it roughly through his pants. "No way in hell am I waiting for this any longer," she grunts before planting her lips firmly over the head of his erection, taking him deep into her mouth.

"Now," she continues as she pulls back and spits Konjox's length across the room with surprising force, "Suck Anthony off nice and clean so he can fuck me." She growls before wiggling her hips roughly on his lap again, forcing him to feel how wet she already is.

Meanwhile, Anthony watches this exchange intently from behind Bridgette, grinning lewdly as Konjox's hard cock b

Konjox moans softly as he begins to suck on Anthony's cock, using one hand to stroke his length and the other to squeeze at her already bruised ass. She moans in pleasure, leaning forward so she can watch Konjox with satisfaction as he makes the man hard for her. "Good boy," she praises before lowering herself back down on Konjox's cock, impatiently rocking her hips as his length slides deep inside of her.

She glances over at Anthony, motioning him forward with a smirk. "Get on the couch next to me and fuck my brains out," she orders, making it clear that this is Konjox's job now: to service both of them until they're satisfied.

As Anthony climbs onto the couch behind her, pressing his hard length against her wet entrance from behind, Bridget

As Anthony climbs onto the couch behind her, pressing his hard length against her wet entrance from behind, Bridgette grinds herself back into him, moaning with pleasure as she feels their combined weight on top of her. She looks over at Konjox and gives a satisfied smirk as he continues to service Anthony's cock. "Fuck me hard," she demands breathlessly before glancing down between her legs at Konjox's face, watching him service Anthony hungrily.

With a rough yank, she pulls Konjox's hair back and forces his lips onto her sensitive neck, grinding herself against both of them as they use her body for their pleasure. Her own hands move instinctively to grab at the couch, her fingernails digging into the fabric as she pushes herself up onto Anthony's cock with each thrust, wanting him deeper inside of her. "Fuck me harder

"Jane! What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" she snaps as their daughter walks into the room, obviously startled by the sight of her parents and a stranger having rough sex on the couch. "Go back to bed! This is none of your business!" she yells before roughly shoving Konjox away from her, dislodging him from Anthony's cock.

"Anthony, get off me," Bridgette orders, pushing the sweaty man away as well. She stands up, glaring down at their daughter who looks like she's about to cry. "Go back to bed! We don't need you seeing this kind of thing."

With one final glance towards Konjox, Bridgette storms out of the room, leaving Jane and Konjox alone together. She pauses in the doorway for a moment before turning back around. "And by

Konjox will have time to respond in-character before the next long response by Bridgette.

Konjox's attempt to make light of the situation only serves to anger Bridgette more. "No it isn't okay!" she yells at him, her voice filled with anger and embarrassment. "And stop trying to lie about who he is! Of course you know who Tyrone is." She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring down at Jane from behind her hair. "Why are you even here?" she demands angrily.

Jane looks up at Konjox pleadingly, tears beginning to well in her eyes. "I-I came home early..." she stammers.

Bridgette narrows her eyes and takes a menacing step forward. "Well, don't," she growls before turning back to Jane, who has retreated several steps toward the door. "Just go back to your room like you're supposed to do when you're not with

"Fuck off, Tyrone," Bridgette growls, turning to him with narrowed eyes. "You stay out of this." She then glares back at Jane, who is now on the verge of tears. "Jane!" she snaps again, forcing her daughter's attention back to her. "Don't ever do something like this again. Understand me?"

The teenage girl nods slowly and silently before running from the room as fast as she can without actually daring to turn around or say another word. As soon as Jane is gone, Bridgette spins on Konjox, her face flushed with anger and humiliation. "What kind of father lets his daughter walk in on this?!" She yells, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You're pathetic! If you can't control yourself..."

Before she can finish the thought, Bridgette lash

Before she can finish the thought, Bridgette lashes out with her free hand, slapping him hard across the face. The force of the blow rocks his head back and tears make a path down his cheek as he yelps in pain. She steps closer to him, glaring down at him with hatred. "You need to learn your place," she snarls, reaching between them to grab hold of his erection once more. "And you will."

As she begins jerking him off roughly, Bridgette's anger seems to subside slightly, replaced by a darker, possessive urge. She glances up at Tyrone, who has moved closer to her again now that the argument with Jane is over. "Get on your knees," she growls, nudging Konjox onto his side so he's laying flat on the couch. "And you can have some fun too."

"Good boy," she whispers as Tyrone obeys, getting down on his knees beside the couch. She watches hungrily as he reaches between them to take hold of Konjox's erection and begins stroking it in time with her own movements. His touch is firm but not nearly as rough as hers; she knows just how to make him suffer for being such a foolish husband and father.

"Suck on my clit too," she moans, spreading her legs further apart to give Tyrone better access. "But don't you dare come until I tell you." Her eyes flicker between Konjox and the man on his knees, relishing in the power she holds over both of them.

As Tyrone eagerly complies with her order, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh, Bridgette moans loudly. Her hips begin to move faster as she gets closer and closer to climaxing, using both of their hands on her to bring herself over the edge. She looks down at Konjox's face, enjoying the way he watches her with pleading eyes as he gets closer to cumming himself.

"Yes...like that," she gasps, arching her back as a powerful orgasm rips through her body. "Oh god..." She pants heavily for several moments before glancing up at Tyrone again. "Now." She commands, and with one final stroke of his hand across Konjox's cock, Tyrone groans loudly as he releases his own hot cum onto Bridgette's

As Tyrone groans with release, Bridgette rolls off Konjox's lap and onto her back on the couch, spreading her legs wide to catch his cum as it spurts out of him all over her thighs and stomach. "Good boy," she breathes, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. Her fingers curl into the couch as another orgasm builds within her, this one triggered by Konjox's hot seed spilling over her skin.

When it finally subsides, Bridgette sits up and glances down at Tyrone, who is still on his knees between them, panting heavily. "Thank you for that," she whispers before turning to look at Konjox. "Clean me up," she orders coldly. "And make sure you get all of it." She crosses her legs, revealing the mess made on her inner

As Konjox tentatively begins to clean Bridgette off, she watches him impassively, her face devoid of any emotion but annoyance. "And don't forget about Tyrone," she says coldly, gesturing for the man on his knees to lower his head closer to her so Konjox can reach his crotch as well. "You both need to learn your places."

She leans back against the couch, enjoying the power dynamic between them as Konjox cleans and pleases her and Tyrone in turn. Her eyes flicker up to watch them, taking note of every moan and twitch as they obey her commands. It's a darkly satisfying feeling for Bridgette, knowing that she can control them both so effortlessly.

As Konjox finishes cleaning Tyrone off and makes him suck his own cum from her fingers as well