Dirty Black Summer Chapter 3

With the grace of a ballerina, Trina then spun back around towards Larry.

The grainy digital video of what was happening in the room seemed to unfold in slow motion on the monitor as Summer and I watched from the parking lot. Larry was sitting on the foot of the bed like an anxious kid at Christmas with his eyes closed as Trina whirled around. You could see Trina taking one last peek over her shoulder, just to make sure his eyes were shut before she gave away her ultimate surprise. When she was certain, Trina wheeled around and pulled the front of her skirt up with her right hand.

The quality of the feed wasn't good enough to pick up the sound of Trina's cock smacking against the left side of Larry's face, but the video quality was adequate enough to allow anyone watching to see the look of unhinged shock that washed through him after he opened his eyes. Larry's mouth puckered into a large oval but barely a quiver of sound escaped as his cocaine clouded brain tried to process what he was seeing.

Trina simply stood there for several moments, seemingly savoring Larry reaction as she held her cock in front of his face for him to see. It was evident she could feel the disconnect raging inside the married black man as he alternated his gaze back and forth between her perfectly feminine face and the throbbing chunk of manhood she was displaying proudly in her hand.

Not that Larry would have ever figured it out, but when he slowly guided his right hand across his body to feel the spot where Trina's cock had collided with his cheek, he wouldn't have had a clue that a small trace of his very own Wife's arousal would have been transferred from Trina's dick to his 5 o'clock shadow, remnants from Trina and Summer's encounter on my sofa only an hour earlier.

From the diagonal angle of the camera, you could literally see the color and size of Larry's eyes change when it finally started to register in his head what was going on. I couldn't even begin to try and put myself in Larry's shoes, wondering what he must be thinking as the reality of the situation exploded across her theatre screen of his brain. Summer and I both found ourselves gripping the edge of the seats beneath us as the morality play unfolded on the laptop, each of us fearing the worst as the monster inside Larry appeared to be on the verge of breaking through.