She was not alone: somebody was there besides my sweet wife, because I heard her soft voice asking her partner to be quiet…I thought it could be Hel...ena, but I then heard a man’s voice.They went to the guest room and left the door open. I approached, curious to know who was there with my sweet wife…I sneaked from the door, hidden by the hallway darkness and I saw Ana on her knees. She was sucking a giant black monster cock of a perfect stranger black man…After a while, I could not resist anymore. I discovered my craving for sex when I was 14, and since then it hasn’t stopped. I have been masturbating almost everyday fingers, toothbrushes, hair brushes, cucumber, dildo, phone vibrator and all sorts of things, but trust me I still can’t get enough. I’m half bong and half Sindhi and both the castes are known for their horniness. My dad left my mother when I was about 10 and since then I have seen uncles going in and out of the home and knew that sex was an extremely essential part of. There was me and the stories and nothing was more important. I'd run on adrenaline and caffeine and sometimes other pharmaceuticals as well, whatever it took to get the story done; interviews, research, the writing, the polishing, the fact-checking, the rewrites ... and when it was all over and done with, I'd have to tranq myself just to relax, just to realize that it was over. So I'd sleep a few days and then I'd be faced with what jokingly passed for my life ... or the next story. The next. First thing she took from the bag was a sturdy black leather harness. “See, you can put a dildo on both sides.”I checked it out, the straps were padded and there were holes above and below where the dildos attached for a cock to go through. Next came the attachments. The first was a black dildo with a wide base. It was eight inches long, fairly thick, and shaped like a penis. “This one is for you,” she said, handing it to me. It was heavy, and I pictured it stretching me open. The next one was.