A Night with My Wife and Mr. Tibbs


I'm posting an excerpt from my book Mr. Tibbs on here. Hope you enjoy it.


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There came a rustling sound followed by my wife’s moaning voice. The sound of that voice whenever it moaned was much too familiar to me; it always got me going anytime I listened to it. The room was dark and I lay there on my back beside the bed trying to adjust my eyes to the bedroom’s darkness. Beside me the bed was shaking. I heard what sounded like kisses. It was followed by a loud smack, then the sound of my wife bursting into giggles.


It was late in the night. The glowing dial of my watch stated the time as 02:27 a.m. My wife was in bed with her lover, Mr. Tibbs. A black man in his mid-thirties, tall and with an impressive athletic stature like that of an NBA player, and bore an uncanny resemblance to that famous Black actor Sidney Poitier — I guess that’s why he gave himself that name. I was lying on my back on a camp bed I had laid out beside the bed, wearing nothing but my boxer shorts. I lay there and went on listening to them, to the sounds they were making. My breathing was growing heavy with excitement, and I could feel my ‘little man’ starting to grow hard inside my shorts.


“You want me again, babe,” came Tibbs’s bedroom-like tenor voice.


“Ohhh yeah,” answered Hailey, my wife. It was followed by the sound of more kisses. I lay there and tried imaging which part of his body her tongue and lips were wetting. “I want you all the time.” Her voice was low and sultry. “I hope you’ve got more juice for me. ’Cause I ain’t ready to call it a night yet.”


“I’ve got all the juices in the world for you, babe.”


My ‘little man’ stood within my shorts like a tent pole that would never fall and I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking it. My video camera lay on the floor beside my pillow. I’d filmed their fuck session earlier on and now they were playing with themselves, it seemed they were going to have another go at each other. I got the camera and stood up from where I lay and turned the camera on, flicking the night-vision switch.



There was my Hailey, sweeping locks of her short blonde hair off her face while her head bobbed down between her lover’s open legs. I moved in closer and watched as her mouth sucked on his huge cock while her other hand cradled his balls. He had two huge set of balls, bigger than any of my golf balls, and a cock that just seemed to super-size my wife’s pert lips. She forced her mouth down to swallow him, muttering a groan each time she did. She pulled back her lips and gave his prick a kiss before swallowing it once again.


I came around to the other side of the bed to get a glimpse of Tibbs’s reaction. He looked at the camera and flashed me a winning grin.


“Your wife’s got a nice pair of mouth, white boy,” he said to me. “She sure knows what to use it for.”


“Yes sir, she does,” I replied.


I had one hand holding the camera while my other kept stroking my pecker.


This wasn’t Tibbs’s first night with us, though for every time he stayed in our home, something different seemed to happen. The home that I’d always known since Hailey and I got married five years ago seemed to undergo a different outlook — a different presence — whenever Tibbs was in it. The first time I’d seen that massive tool of his, my jaw had practically fallen to the floor. Every time he whipped it out to use on my wife, I kept imagining how much punishment her pussy would be undergoing . . . but the moments I love most is watching him shoot every drop of cum he had in that hole and then letting me to lick it clean. His cum always tasted delicious in my mouth.


I return to the end of the bed filming my wife still working that black cock with all the love in the world. I listened to her moan as she licked her tongue from the bulbous head all the way down to the base, and when she was done, took his balls into her mouth and rolled them over her tongue. She gazed at me, into my camera’s eye, fluttered her eye lashes at me then smiled. She looked so beautiful the way she did.



Tibbs sat up and pulled her towards him. Their lips found each other and they kissed fervently, passionately. His hand slipped between her legs and fingered her pussy and she squirmed in his grasp while she kept on stroking his big meat. He lay back on the bed and she straddled him. I stood behind her, still stroking myself, holding back my breath and listening to her groan softly as the head of his prick found the entrance to her pussy and drove inside it.


“Oooohhhh . . . Oooohhhhh,” she moaned deeply as his cock went in halfway while she lowered her ass down on him. Tibbs held her ass cheeks aside, pulled his cock halfway out, then drove it back inside her. This elicited further moans from Hailey; she was starting to enjoy herself already. She rested on Tibbs’s chest and I watched as she surrendered her body to him. Tibbs took the controls like any brave captain would and proceeded to bang the hotness out of my wife’s cunt.


Within minutes her moans became wanton cries as their fucking went on. Her ass cheeks bounced and shook from each slamming Tibbs gave to her. She hurled dirty words at him in-between calling his name. Her words seemed to drive him wild, inducing him towards punishing her cunt further and further.


“Ohh yes! Oh God . . . Tibbs! You’re fucking me so good!


“Oh yeah,” Tibbs responded amidst groans from himself and the bed suffering under their weight. He spoke to her with a school master’s stern voice. “That’s it, bitch! Take that dick! Tell daddy how much you love his dick!”


“Ohh daddy!” Hailey growled amidst moans. “Ohh daddy . . . I love your fucking dick that’s fucking me so very fucking much!”


My hand too was quickening its stroking and I barely knew I too was gasping in time with their fucking. I ran my tongue through my lips every few seconds, not willing to take my camera’s eye off from the amateur movie I was filming. I was caught up in the ecstatic work-out I was doing.



At the last minute, Tibbs pushed my wife off him and had her lay on the bed with her face resting on the pillow. I caught a glimpse of his cock, massive and sturdy and wet with my wife’s pussy juice. Tibbs never wore a rubber whenever he fucked my wife, though we both knew he was clean.


Hailey lay there gasping, still recuperating from the pounding she’d just gotten when Tibbs returned for a second round. He came on top of her and Hailey bit down on the pillow and gave a loud groan. Her hands squeezed the bed sheets and her feet beat a drum-roll on the bed as Tibbs plunged the head of his cock into her second hole.


I listened to my wife groan louder with each gasp of breath she exhaled while Tibbs, unmindful of the hurt he was giving her, went on tearing her asshole. He too was grunting heavy, but it was nothing compared to the sight my video camera had of watching that shaft of his disappear halfway into my wife’s anal hole and then pull back out. He went on fucking Hailey like that for the next couple of minutes until his grunts grew louder and more forced and Hailey too gave a lengthy cry as her lover emptied his load of jizz inside her ass. I was stroking myself like mad, watching unflinchingly as he stroked the last traced of dripping cum over my wife’s butt and then turned his snarling face towards me.


“Gimme that camera, white boy, and come get to work here,” he snapped at me.



He wrenched the video camera off my hands before I even got a chance to say something. Though whenever he was around, it wasn’t my place to say anything or make any decision-like words; my only rule was listen and obey, and obey I did. I dove for the bed where my lovely Hailey with her ass sticking up in the air, gasping from the bout of ass-fucking she’d just been given. Tibbs brought the camera’s light on her ass for me to see clearly and I held her ass cheeks wide apart and drove my tongue as deep into her asshole that I could, slurping my tongue on her lover’s juice. Hailey’s ass shook in response to my actions and she reached a hand behind her ass and caressed my hair while I burrowed my face and cleaned up every drop of cum that was there.


“Uuhhh . . . honey, that feels so good!” Hailey panted in between gasps.


I cleaned every trace of cum that littered her ass cheeks and when I was done slid my tongue downward to get at her pussy flesh. Hailey had climaxed while being ass-fucked by her lover, and now, with my tongue going to work on her, her body jittered and bounced till she exploded with a second orgasm. This was the way she loved me getting her off. She never ceased to praise my tongue and the way I used it on her.



When I concluded my purpose, I left them and rushed into the bathroom and resumed my jerking off. I came in less than a minute, shooting my wad of cum into the toilet bowl; goose bumps made the hairs on my arms and back of my neck stand to attention while I did this. I washed my face in the sink and flushed the toilet before returning to the bedroom.

Tibbs was having Hailey suck his cock clean when I came to join them. He threw my camera back at me and slumped on the other side of the bed, falling asleep minutes later, while I returned to where I’d woken up by the foot of the bed. Hailey rubbed her fingers on my chest, asked me how my cumming had been.


“It was fun,” I said, and really it always was for me.


“Did you enjoy watching him cum in my ass?”


“Yes, I very much did.”


Although it was dark and I couldn’t make out her face, I could tell she was smiling. “I’m glad you liked it, darling. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you.”


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Find Mr. Tibbs on my Wattpad page.


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