"I pulled her closer to me as the tempo of the song increased. Emily was really into the song. It showed by the way she was moving her petite body. I ...felt the bulge in my pants increase in size. This prompted Emily to grind on it even harder. I was about to lose it. Finally the song ended and we made our way to the bar."Can I buy you a drink?" I asked Emily."Sure. I'll have a 7 and 7." I ordered our drinks then we made our way to the table that Josh and I were sitting at. Josh was already. I trembled unconscionably as Bruce's rubbery hard dick head passed over my puckering anal flower. My body yearned for Bruce to invade me even though my bung hole had not yet healed from the last unwelcomely entrance. Bruce must have sensed this cause he kissed my lips gently and whispered ' ... I want you to relax and let me in ... ' My resistance ebbed and I sighed deeply as Bruce pressed steadily and his male member started to part my anal flower successively. My lips parted in a silent moan. Holly never called my cell phone and begged to see me. When I travelled for work, my calls were as perfunctory as ordering a pizza, no actually, I suppose I looked forward to the pizza. Anyway, I guess I have to admit it. I liked watching her. I loved seeing my uptight, conservative wife act like such a slut around that fat black bastard. It was proof of her true nature. When she was around him all of the sweet candy coating melted away and she was her true self. She was a black cock loving. I told her “baby pehele coffee taste tho karo uske baad thank u bolna” and winked at her. She understood what I wanted to tell. Till she brushed her teeth, I pour the coffee into 2 mugs. She came and sat on the bed, I gave her the coffee and bread, and we both drank coffee and ate the bread. I kept the mugs and plate on the tray and kept the tray for washing.When I came back to the room, she gave me a naughty smile and stretched her hand. I ran and hugged her. She fell on the bed and I was on.