Truth is, ninety-percent of the time I was watching porn and masturbating. Look, these constant wayward thoughts about a man that would probably never... be mine had to be released somehow.“Well, psychotherapy is a bit like programming,” I ventured quietly.Jacob chuckled and nodded. “Well, your mother is always going on about it.”“Yes, she tends to go on about me ever since dad died,” I said without thinking.I saw his eyes fall to the floor and it was obvious he was contemplating something.My. The relief was evident in her gasps," ohh thank God!" Then she looked back her eyes a blaze."You bastard!" She moaned seeing the big black monster in his hand, amazed it had ever gone in. Her anus was still slightly gaping, the muscles taking some time to stretch back into place. The man could see a slight black hole ringed by red flesh."Ooohhhhhhhhh!" She gave a surprise squeal his face buried into her crack his tongue inside her anus. "Ahh ugghh ooohhh!" She could feel his muscle licking her. Just the thought of Michael fucking my wife had my cock throbbing. I wanted to somehow make it a reality as I began my devious plan on getting the two of them together. It had been a few weeks later as summer was quickly coming to an abrupt end. My wife had been out sunbathing one warm afternoon when I noticed Michael had come outside. I hid behind some bushes just a few feet away as I watched his reactions as he stared right her as she had gotten up to move her chair. I noticed a huge bulge. His cock throbbed and grew more as I sucked it. I felt his balls tighten and I knew he was close. His moans turned to guttural sounds as I gave his balls a squeeze. I felt his explosion come and I was ready to drink. I saw his hands turn into fists as he came and came torrents of cum. Even though I swallowed hard and fast, some still escaped around my lips. His cock quivered and I kept sucking to get that one last taste of honey. And I got it. I pulled my mouth from his cock and licked up what.