But we lived together so we could both go and work and our parents didn't want us to be alone so they slapped us together and plopped us down in this ...apartment. There were small problems. We didn't talk much so we hardly knew each other. And there was also the silence that would stretch for hours on end. I would leave the house for a few days and come back only to find her dozing on the couch or studying in her bedroom. She was a strange a quiet person that almost never went out. I always went. My memory wasn’t that short. I remembered John mounting my wife’s asswhile she was laying on the mailman (Mark) with his cock raging in and out of her alreadyfucked juicy cunt. I was getting a hard-on thinking about it, and wondering why I get soexcited. I’ve seen white males and females fuck and get turned on, two white males fuckand get turned on, two black males fuck and get turned on. But watching a black andwhite couple fuck, regardless of the sex, really excites me. . She felt rather than saw eyes looking through one of the holes, checking her out, in the flickering light of an orgy on the film. An anonymous hand appeared through the hole, she moved to allow it reach her cunt, felt the fingers pushing into her, the hand played in her lips for a short time, gentle though strong, fingers caress her aching clit for a few moments, then retreats and is replaced by a short but thick uncut cock, she squatted down and took it the head gently into her mouth, sucking. She finally went to sleep but then awakened early. She was pleased to see Jack driving up the driveway later that morning.“Jack, it is great to have you home,” Sally said and gave him a big kiss.“Wow, it is good to be back home,” Jack said not expecting such a greeting from his rather shy wife. “What have you been up to?” he joked.“Not much, just keeping up the house and doing some things at Church,” Sally said but thought to herself, “and being a total and complete slut, that’s all.” “How.