She stopped. I could hear the sound of buttons and a zipper. Probably her purse. She found her phone at last. Probably to call my number. I had left m...y phone under the desk. On the floor. And I knew she probably would bend down to get it. Curios and a little angry. Maybe even a little scared at this point. But definitely without the slightest ide about what was going to happen to her. “Unbelievable,” I heard she muttered. A little loader, she called one last time for this Mr. King, but he did. ”“Well there’s a lot to be added in a cuckolding lifestyle. Jack told me some about you because he knows I’ve been looking for a couple to break into cuckolding along with interracial.“Would be nice to have someone guiding us.”“First of all, you need to start calling him cuck and he needs to call you mistress. You are the dominant one and he is your cuck. Tim! You need to learn to walk behind you’re wife and open all doors for her.”“See! We do need help. We never thought of doing that.”“I’m. "Just about seven", he said.As his boxers slid to the floor, I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around my first cock. Closing my eyes, I breathed deeply and savoured the feeling of heat and power that I held in my hand. Squeezing gently, I felt a surge of blood as it seemed to swell even more. How the hell was this going to fit inside me?Without a doubt, what I held in my hand was the most beautiful, beautiful thing I had ever seen - the flared head, tight and red, the dark veins.. “We should be going back now.” She sighed, disappointed. We started to get dressed as she kept looking at my cock, licking her lips as she did.“Trying to burn it into your memory?” I laughed. She shook her head.“Wishing I had the time to suck it, I have experience sucking cock,” she replied wistfully.“Maybe when everyone is asleep tonight.” We set off back to the camp, hand in hand until we reached the main gate where we separated so no one would know we were close.The rest of the night we sat.