Cumbang Galleries If anything, you can call it a large tale. But not really. It's as true as I care to remember and as sad as a blind man in a third world country. I'm not from a third world,
just another world.
I've fed this girl a steady diet of porn from her early 20s, starting just after the birth of my first child. And she's seen some of the raunchiest shit you can imagine -- gang
bangs, mostly. Videos where one girl takes on the bachelor party. The construction crew. The movers. The criminals. The cops. The Cumbang Galleries hand squeezing Coleen's big creamy
knockers and his Black cock pistoning into her tight, pink pussy. Okay, I
confess. There was method to my wishing him good luck. You see, Coleen hadn't
been interested in sex since she got that damned travel agency. She had been so
interested in making her business a success that it occupied most of her time,
and she was often far too tired for sex at the end of the day. If Titus got
into her pants... maybe it would revive her interest in sex.
Still, I felt a little guilty about putting this pussy-hound in my wife's
work place.
About three days after Titus told me he had been hired at the travel
agency my wife came home and tossed her brief case onto the kitchen table and
slumped into a chair, seemingly exhausted.
"Oh, did I tell you I hired a new employee this week?" she asked with a
yawn.
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"No. Who is... she?" I asked disinterestedly, my pulse quickening.
"He's a man, Mike. He seems like a pretty good worker. After I train him
he should be first rate."
"A man, eh? What's he like?" I asked with an evil grin. Coleen scrowled
at me. "You have to assume there's something there, don't you?"
"Naw, I'm just joking, Nor. Really, what's he like?"
"He's about 28, Black Cock Blog Mandingo Porno drink after shot after drink. New friends in a party town.
Someone had mentioned an after hours party at a friend's house, a place where more booze and more fun could be had on a hot summer night. Indeed, there was a hot
tub, as well. Inviting to a pretty lady who'd spent the evening hearing how lovely she was and what a fun person to be around.
Katy stumbled through the front door laughing. Prompted to the kitchen for another round, she stumbled there too. And it began to happen. The mere Sissy Cuckold
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He clapped his hands and giggled gleefully.
"How can you be sure? I mean, how can you be sure she's... interested?"
I asked, my voice cracking like a boy going through adolescence.
"Hey, I don't want to offend you or anything, but when I was in college
the one lesson that I learned best was that ALL WHITE BITCHES had this Black
fantasy! I must of fucked a hundred of them, and some would actually admit it
while the others tried to hide it. I can tell this Coleen is no different from
those cheerleaders, business major and pre-med bitches I fucked in school."
After our workout we headed for the showers. Now, I usually try to
shower alone at the gym but this time I made it a point to shower with Titus.
When I got into the communal shower stall I had to halt in my tracks. Titus had
the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It hung limply down from the apex of his groin
and jutted out from his legs slightly, resting on two large hairless balls. His
dong was a little like a baseball bat: thinner at the top and fatter at the
end. Titus's body was almost hairless, except for a little "spider" of thick
Black curls just over the top of his dong.
I felt so intimidated by being so close to such a well-hung man that my
own penis seemed to shrink up. I looked down and it couldn't have been more
than two inches long, compared to his ten-incher. Titus looked at me, at my
dong, then smiled and turned Suck Black Dick Biw Cuckold assholes gaping, panting and their pretty faces glistening in cum. Great stuff, I'm
sure you'd agree.
My wife, slender and beautiful, contends she doesn't like black men. Yet, her pussy is as swollen as I've ever felt after a viewing. So, sure she doesn't like black men.
And she doesn't like diamonds, either. Right.
Let's call this story the open door policy. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that it was a really dirty trick that played out on Katy. An adult chatroom
turned 
Interracial Sex Sites Cuckold Spanking gym. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Buy you a beer?" he invited.
Over beer Titus told me he'd fucked Coleen the day before. He said he
had her bra in his car to show me, then cupped his hands to match her boobs,
"Damned n-I-c-e tits. A real handful!" he exclaimed. Shit! I had to know more.
"How'd you do it, I asked.
"Easy! Got the chick in the storeroom and laid her, right on top of the
counter!" I had to ask: "Coleen ever tell you who her guy is?"
"Nope. Hope he loves to screw, though. He's got a real sex machine in
that gal!" I let it go at that. "Goin' to take her again, real soon!" Titus
confided. "Goin' to tie the chick to that stepladder in the storeroom. Then
when she's super-hot, I goin' to take her!"
Part of me disbelieve his bravado. I raced home to ensure that I arrived
before Coleen. If she was surprised at my presence she never let on. She
mumbled something about a "hard day" and went into the bed room. I waited a
moment, then walked into the bed room to pick up a book I'd been reading. She
had removed her jacket and I could see her unbound tits swaying beneath her
silken shirt.
"Coleen! I'm surprised at you. I've never known you not to wear a bra
to work!" I said, trying hard to sound mildly amused.
She studered, and my heart sank. It had to be true, Titus had fucked my
wife. Now, she was offering lame excuses for the evidence of her betrayal.
"Well... Black Cock Hard Seven men and one woman in a hot tub is recipe for domination. And tequila left no fight in Katy.
The open door policy in effect, my poor wife couldn't let the cum drip from her without a strange guy standing in front of her pumping cock into her mouth. Moans waned
deep into the morning and a hangover fucking like none we've witnessed rocked the morning air. Submissive women rule. But aggressive men fuck 'em oh so hard.
The girl's pussy was sore for two weeks.
And I watched it happen. 
Biracial Relationships hand squeezing Coleen's big creamy
knockers and his Black cock pistoning into her tight, pink pussy. Okay, I
confess. There was method to my wishing him good luck. You see, Coleen hadn't
been interested in sex since she got that damned travel agency. She had been so
interested in making her business a success that it occupied most of her time,
and she was often far too tired for sex at the end of the day. If Titus got
into her pants... maybe it would revive her interest in sex.
Still, I felt a little guilty about putting this pussy-hound in my wife's
work place.
About three days after Titus told me he had been hired at the travel
agency my wife came home and tossed her brief case onto the kitchen table and
slumped into a chair, seemingly exhausted.
"Oh, did I tell you I hired a new employee this week?" she asked with a
yawn.
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"No. Who is... she?" I asked disinterestedly, my pulse quickening.
"He's a man, Mike. He seems like a pretty good worker. After I train him
he should be first rate."
"A man, eh? What's he like?" I asked with an evil grin. Coleen scrowled
at me. "You have to assume there's something there, don't you?"
"Naw, I'm just joking, Nor. Really, what's he like?"
"He's about 28, Cumbang Galleries mention of a hot
tub drew approval from Katy, whether or not she realized she was the lone female in a room full of men. The rush was on for the hot tub. Apparently these guys
approved of my wife.
All I insisted on was an open door policy. I'd hang back, make sure nothing got out of hand (as if I could had done a damned thing about it), and observed. Katy
obediently followed the hand that led her into the back yard and stood among scattered jeans, tee shirts and underwear, looking down unsteadily