He nodded tiredly, thanked her, kissed her then watched her vanish; a vision of exhausted loveliness into her private bathroom. He felt he was now a m...an! She enjoyed the cool shower, it restored her a little, she douched, showered again and then dried herself, powder and a dab of scent, dry hair and a comb, made her feel a fresh woman, she dressed as she had been asked, severe dark business suit, crisp shirt, stockings, then she returned to the bedroom, Tim had re-made the bed, before he left,. I compliment her she says thanks and that she cooks every night for her and her dad when her mom is at work.Who taught you how to cook I ask Michelle? My mom and my grandmother. "Dad likes my cooking more than my mom's cooking but he begged me to to never tell her that as he didn't want to insult her mom." Michelle tells me. Michelle sits on the chair across from me while I finish eating.When I am done she takes the plates and silverware and washes them.Michelle then goes to the bathroom and. I grabbed it and read it:8:30, same place, same time.This time to fuck me!!!Yes or no?I read it a dozen times, in awe of what it said. I didn't have a pen to circle yes or no, so I said, with the same deep voice, "I'll be here." Great," was all she said, in a French accent, which made everything even hotter.I put the note in my pocket, deciding immediately this wasn't information my friends needed to know.I walked out curious if she would be walking out too. Yet, all I saw were my boys and. It wasn’t long after I left that they started up again and I was forced to listen from the spare room as he made her cum again. There was this black man fucking my wife in our bedroom and in our bed and all I could do is listen and wank.Things went a bit silent and then started up again I could hear her telling him to ram his cock in her and even calling him by his name. I got the nerve to go to the bedroom door and open it slightly. There she was on all fours on the bed while he fucked her.