I felt the smooth head against the tight hole and held my breath. he could feel my tenseness and whispred for me to relax.His woft whisper actullay h...elped. he whispered over and over to just listen to him, to concentrate on his voice to relax. I did as he told me and soon I felt the ehad of his cock push inside me. It filled me and after that intial pop feeling as he entered me, I lost control.It was the first time I didn't really have control. I was always vocal with him, because he liked. That led me to believe that she might actually be thinking about the possibility of a cuckold encounter. For the next week I made sure that I left a browser window open with another story just before Joan got home, and as before, I could tell that she was reading them. I also started including stories about men of color fucking white wives, with an emphasis on Latino men with huge cocks.After a week of those stories we were in bed trying to go to sleep when Joan looked over at me and said, “It. I want to wake early on a Saturday morning when we have nothing planned but just being lazy all weekend. For some reason you are not in bed with me probably, because a story idea struck and you not wanting to wake me are off in the other room typing away. You kept me up late the night before working out new ideas for a future story so I'm tired but I hate the big empty bed. I throw the covers off and stretch and wiggle to the middle of the bed and stretch some more arms and legs spread wide. Going over to her purse, she took out a condom and handed it to Santa before leading him over to a folding chair.“Let’s see if I can help Santa wrap that present for me.” She worked his pants and underwear down before pushing him down on the cold, metal chair.After wiggling out of her thong, Elsie sheathed him and lowered her dripping pussy down on his cock. Leaning forward, she kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip. Gradually, Elsie started to increase her speed, methodically working him up..