It wasn’t so bad to begin with. Mandy and I agreed to keep up the pretence of a happily married couple for the benefit of our friends and neighbours.... But it was during the night that things were really put into perspective. I would lie awake in my single bed, listening to the cries of passion and moans of delight coming from the room adjacent to mine. I would close my eyes and recall the image of Victor’s black cock. The large specimen that had been etched into my mind the day I caught my wife. I was able to get a marginally decent job right away, despite the lousy economy, and Kelsey decided to set up her own massage business in our home after completing three months of internship at a local massage parlor. For that reason we rented a small, two-bedroom apartment that was only a short distance from my job location, which provided the extra space for her to use for massages. We could barely afford the apartment, and were counting on Kelsey to be successful when she started her. I lifted my eyebrow to ask what was he doing there inside with me...He smiled and asked me to put on the dress. I got inside it, but soon it got struck badly around my chest, leaving my hands straight upwards. Even my head was covered in the dress.I struggled to get free from this tight dress. I stuck the dress even more.. I asked help and the guy tried to pull it down. He called his colleague for aid. This second guy put his both palms on my boobs and started to maul them really hard. He. But one really caught my eye. His name was Ben he was 63, but wasn't very good and fucking so he wanted to just dildo my ass and let me suck him and swallow. I got his number and we texted back and forth a few times. He lived in the next town over like 15 minutes away. He was at the dirt car track but afterwards said he would like to meet up and I said okay. Around 11 o'clock I received a text from Ben saying that he was done at the track and that he would meet me in a restaurant parking lot so.