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This has also been a favorite story of mine. I remember reading it in it's entirety from the beginning years ago when it fist was published. When I saw it reposted with only the end I set about to find the whole story. It took some tracking down and piecing together from different sites but here it is from the start to finish.
Enjoy.
Cucked in the Parking Lot
Kathy and I have been married 9 years and have two ********. She is 40 years old and is actually older than I am. I am 35. Part of me thinks that she married a younger guy, because she was convinced I would be more carefree and spontaneous. Or perhaps it was because I made a good living. Although I work day and night, I earn a great salary in the financial sector. Unfortunately, my long hours and the raising of ******** put a toll on our love life. By the time of this story, we were only having sex once every few months.
Kathy is not a model by any standard. She has a larger ass, although it's very shapely. She is rather tall at 5'8", has dark brown hair, brown eyes and very large breasts. Her bra cup size is 38dd. Her legs are strong and thick. She has a great smile and a wonderful face. She has always been a bit of a party girl. She isn't shy about saying how much she likes black men. For example, she will recite compliments that they have thrown her away no matter how long ago. She gushes over certain black actors.
None of it mattered much to me. I was working too many hours and was too caught up in my job. Maybe the fact that she wasn't some petite model started to make my mind think she was unattractive. Either way, our sex life was lame. I won't lie and pretend I am any stud myself. My cock is over 5 inches long, but its not particularly thick. My stamina in bed was no longer what it had once been.
Nearly a year ago, my wife and I traveled to Chicago to attend a house warming party of some close friends. We were having trouble convincing my sister in-law to spend the entire weekend babysitting our two kids. So rather than spend the entire weekend in Chicago, we decided to just go for the day.
The drive is just over two hours and we got to the party a bit early. We hung out for most of the afternoon by the pool, ******** and grilling out. My wife is one of those types that does not ***** regularly but when she is away from the house, she can really cut loose. By the end of the afternoon, she was thoroughly *****. I basically had to pull her away from the party in order to start the drive back home.
About an hour in the trip, the engine light came on in my car. It also seemed to be having trouble accelerating. By this time, we were out of Chicago, but still in the northwestern part of Indiana. The area we were in tended to look a bit depressed, and I was hoping to keep going. The thermostat in the car was also showing that the engine was heating up.
At this point, my wife and I started to argue. I admit that I am not the most knowledgeable about cars and engine problems. Due the effects of the *******, my wife was not holding back in her comments. She kept harping on the fact that I didn't know what the issue was. It was pissing me off to no end, as we were trying to figure out what to do. She also claimed that if we went any further, she'd have to pee her pants because she had to use the restroom so bad.
The decision was kind of made for me. The car now was having difficulty even doing 50 miles per hour on the interstate. At the next exit, I pulled off and started to head down the road looking for a McDonalds or gas station where she could use the restroom and we could look at the car.
It seems like every single exit nowadays has a dozen stores built up right around the exit, but not here. There were some old boarded up stores, but mostly it was just a few abandoned homes and grass fields. I figured if I kept going in the direction I was headed I would run into outskirts of the city of Gary.
About two miles down the road, I saw a convenience store and pulled into the parking lot. The windows were basically covered up with posters and had security bars over them. I parked near the front and my wife ran in to use the restroom. I popped the hood open to see if could figure out what the issue was. While I was standing over the engine, a Ford Expedition SUV pulled into the store parking lot and parked around the side and towards the rear. Three black guys got out and started walking around to the front of the store. As the walked by, they made some comments about how "white boy" has some car troubles.
As they were opening the door to go in, my wife was coming out. They immediately started making comments about how "fine" she was looking. One said "mmm, what a booty" as they walked into the store. My wife just giggled. Rather then being afraid, she was enjoying the attention.
Kathy was obviously still buzzed. She didn't seem to be worried at all. After I told her that I could not figure out what the problem was, we decided to call a tow truck. She called her sister and told her we would be late. The three guys came out and were walking by back to their SUV. They asked what the problem was and I said that I had no clue but was going to call a tow truck. They were making jokes as they walked by. Essentially they were chuckling about fact that I was white, had my wife with me and was broken down outside of a ghetto.
I went inside to ask for a phone book to call a tow truck. The black lady behind the desk was a total bitch. She didn't have a phone book, which I believed, and she wasn't about to help track down any numbers for tow trucks.
When I went outside my wife was in the front seat of the car, with the door open, just sitting back waiting for me. As I was telling her about the fact that I didn't have a tow truck number, the three black guys walked back up to us. They were very bright eyed and all smiles. I am pretty sure they had been smoking some weed. Their eyes were completely glassed over.
The most handsome one asked if we needed any help. I told him our dilemma, and one of the other guy's piped in about how his uncle has a towing business. I asked for the number so I could call, but he claimed that he didn't know the number at the Uncle's actual business. But he said he could call the Uncle's house number and track him down. He walked way a bit and talked on his cell phone and came back.
Apparently the uncle was out on another tow truck call. When he got back in, his house had assured this guy that the uncle would call us. When I asked how long that was going to be, the black guy got a little bit of attitude and told me to chill out.
Meanwhile, the handsome guy is talking to my wife the whole time. She was still leaned back in the front seat with the door open and her feet out on the ground. Her legs were thick, but very smooth and tanned. Her tight t-shirt was stretched out over her large breasts. The handsome guy was openly flirting with her, and she loved the attention. He stood sort of hunched over her, talking away, all smiles.
When I interrupted them and asked what she wanted to do, she acted like the answer was obvious. I suggested that maybe we should just try to drive back out to the interstate and make it further down the road to the next exit. She scoffed at that idea, acted like an idiot and wondered why we wouldn't just wait for the one guy's uncle to come get the truck.
The third black guy had gone back to the SUV and came back with a 40 oz of malt ******. They were joking about how they would protect us from all the mean black savages in the area. They were obviously mocking me and could sense I was nervous. In all honesty, they had been nothing but friendly. I kept feeling like they were trying to con me somehow, but my wife was loving the attention and was talking to them as if she was still at a social outing.
The guys could sense the tension. I was a bit frustrated that I couldn't warn my wife to be careful. Any time I tried to subtlety drop a hint to her, they would jump all over my case and she would just mock me. She reminded me that she had wanted to pull over right away, and it was I that had insisted on pushing it.
The guys introduced themselves. They were all in their 20's. The handsome smiley guy said his name was Ray. He was fairly dark but was obviously in great shape. Ray was muscular and over 6 foot tall. He had shaved his head bald and seemed to be overly happy. The guy's whose uncle had the tow business was named Antwaan (spelling?). He had short hair, was dark, thin and probably my height. He wasn't overly muscular or intimidating. Antwaan also seemed to be more serious than the others, not so smiley or cheerful. The last guy was Marcus. He had lighter skin, almost yellowish. Marcus was tall, maybe 6'3" and had dreadlocks.
Ray was now being very obvious with my wife. He would periodically lick his lips and say "mmm , baby you are looking good". She would giggle and laugh was eating up the attention. Marcus said they had a few joints back at their SUV if we were interested. I wasn't at all, but my wife immediately said okay. The guys laughed about how I was a bit of an uptight stiff who needed to relax a bit. My wife laughed and agreed.
As my wife started getting up to go over there, I sort of encouraged her to stay put. She snapped at me a bit louder this time about how we had nothing to do but wait and to just shut up! The guys were laughing about how she just told me off. At this point, I figured I would just keep my mouth shut. Marcus and Ray were sort of holding a small side conversation by themselves as they walked in front. I followed them back to their SUV parked on the side and a bit towards the rear of the store.
Up to this point, we had always been right up at the front of the parking lot in plain view. A few other customers had pulled up, come and gone while we were out front. But now we were headed away from the windows and away from the traffic. The sun was setting and dusk was starting to set in. At this point, I was frustrated, but not overly scared. It was apparent to me that Ray, Marcus and Antwaan weren't psycho. Obviously, I was intimidated that there were three of them and they were all ogling my wife openly in front of me.
Back at the SUV, my wife got in the back seat and Ray got in next to her. Marcus and Antwan got in the front seats. I was still standing outside with the doors open. You could tell they wanted the doors shut and barked for me to get in. I slid in next to Kathy. At this point, she was right between Ray and me.
They lit up the smoke and started passing it around. I could tell that they were pushing it a bit on my wife. Kathy was still buzzed and was taking a hit every time she could. They also were encouraging me, but I kept refusing. I was worried about our **** testing policy at work and turned it down. In the end, it didn't really matter. The windows were cracked, but the smoke was just lingering inside the car.
Antwaan offered me some malt ******. I actually had ******* some of these in my college days. Wanting to fit in, and possibly the effects of the weed, caused me to accept his invitation. So there we were, outside of the Gary area, in a SUV with three strangers. Ray kept trying to cop feels of my wife. His hands would be on her legs and she wouldn't turn him down. If Ray tried to squeeze her breast, she would hold his hand for a bit but then eventually move it away. They kept calling her a tease and asking her to show some skin.
Every time they asked, she would periodically look over at me and see that I was disapproving. She would refuse their pleas and let it slip one time "not while my husband is right here!!!!" Eventually they asked just for her to lift her t-shirt quickly and show them her bra. They were asking if that was at least cool with me. Again, they were like used car salesmen as they explained that she probably shows more skin at the pool in her bathing suit. Since I was just tired of their pleas, I told her to do whatever she wanted. With a few more pleas, she went ahead and lifted up her shirt and flashed her bra at them. Her big tits were bulging against the bra she was wearing. You could tell her nipples were erect.
Ray, Antwaan and Marcus were obviously pleased with what they saw. They were telling her everything she wanted to hear. The flash only encouraged them to get more forward. Ray asked me whether she gave good head. I sort of shrugged it off and laughed as if he were joking. Again, a few more disparaging comments were thrown my way about how I probably didn't get my dick sucked at all. Marcus asked Kathy if I was a "John Holmes" white boy or if I was more the pencil dicked type. She laughed and replied, "let's just say he is no John Holmes". Of course, they thought this was hilarious. I was right there in front of her, and she was having no qualms about putting me down. Whether it was the argument, the *******, the guys' attention or the smoke, I suppose it really didn't matter.
I noticed Ray sort of giving some eye motions to Antwaan in the front seat a few minutes earlier. Sure enough, Antwaan suggested that we get another couple of 40 oz malt *******. All three of them claimed that they were out of cash and suggested that I go into the store and get them. I was hesitating, not wanting to leave Kathy alone with them. I figured I was giving her ample time to speak up and put me out of my misery. She said nothing as Ray's arm was draped around her.
Marcus then handed me the keys saying "here, take the keys if you are worried about us running off with her!" Again, they hooted and hollered and thought this was hilarious. Antwaan then said "dude, I'll even go in there with you to make sure you don't fuck it up!" Frustrated with Kathy, I took Marcus' keys and headed back to the store with Antwaan.
We got into the store and headed back to the cooler where the beer was. Antwaan kept talking, acting if we were suddenly long lost friends. I could tell that he knew the girl behind the front desk too. They were yelling at each other across the store talking about nothing in particular. Every time I grabbed a couple of bottles, Antwaan seemed to start talking. I definitely had that feeling that I was being conned or delayed on purpose. Within a few minutes, I had the bottles and was back up to the cashier to pay. Antwaan called me over to the chips aisle. He wanted me to grab some bags of chips too.
At his point, his cell phone rang. He handed the phone over to me, telling me it was his uncle. This was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I am not exactly sure how long it had been since we had initially called him, but it wasn't a very long time before Antwaan's uncle called back. I explained my situation and told him where I was. The uncle talked about how I would pay and all that. The voice on the other end of the phone said he would be there in about ½ hour. He suggested where it could be towed and said that my wife and I could ride in the tow truck over with him. So there it was, our predicament was almost over. To me that phone call seemed like my deliverance from the situation.
At the cash register, I stood there with Antwaan as I bought the beer and chips. The bitchy cashier completely ignored me and just talked to Antwaan. We grabbed the stuff, left the store and started heading back to the SUV around the side and the rear of the store. As we got about 10 yards away, the rear window rolled down half way. Marcus was now in the back seat sitting where I formerly had been seated. He yelled over to Antwaan and said, "Why don't you guys just keep walking for a bit".
A sudden wave of uneasiness swept through me as I kept walking towards him. I asked him what was going on and he said "nothing, we just a bit busy, that's all". At this point, I was close enough to see that Kathy's head didn't appear to be in the middle of them. A few more steps and I could see into the window that Marcus still had down. He had a "go fuck yourself" smirk to his face as I looked in.
In the other seat, right where he had been before was Ray with his pants pulled down around his ankles. And there was Kathy, completely leaned over his lap obviously sucking his cock. Ray's one hand was on her head, playing with her hair as he encouraged her head to continue despite hearing my voice. His right arm was draped over her back and his hand was cupping her naked breast. His fingers were massaging her right nipple and tweaking it as she continued to blow him.
I was speechless for a millisecond as I stood next to the door and looked down. Kathy's right hand was reached over and holding Marcus cock. Saying his cock was enormous would not do it justice. I figure it was probably 4 inches longer than mine, so it was probably 9 or so inches. It wasn't just long, but thick. It looked like a horses cock as her hand loosely grasped it. My wife's hand suddenly seemed so diminutive in comparison to his large organ.
I yelled at Kathy, "What the fuck are you doing?" Ray suddenly opened his eyes, and looked over at me telling me to keep my fucking voice down. Marcus chimed in that she liked doing it and was obviously enjoying herself. He told me to walk around a bit and chill out. I protested some more and I could tell their anger was building. Ray told me just to get in the car till they were done. I protested some more, when I felt Antwaan grab my arm roughly. "Come on dude, just get in the fucking car and keep your voice down". They knew I wasn't going to do jack **** to them, and I suppose I knew it too. I walked into the driver side of the SUV and got in the car.
Mentally I was sort of resigned to the situation. It wasn't a complete shock. It was all building to this moment. As I got in, and looked back over the seat I could see Kathy still hunched over Ray's dick. Marcus joked with Ray that he was hogging her and asked her to come over and give him some of that. Kathy sat up just for a moment while she shifted around. As she was straightened out, I saw that the front clasp bra of hers was undone. Her bra was still on but was just hanging over her shoulders and her large jugs hung free. Her nipples were thick, engorged and extended from all the attention of Ray and Marcus' fingers. She didn't look at me once as she leaned over Marcus' lap.
Kathy didn't hesitate as her mouth engulfed Marcus' massive cock. Her mouth stretched around it, she tried to go down as far as she could. Her mouth took in only about half of it before she would pull back up before going down again. I could occasionally make out in the dim light, Kathy's tongue twirling all around his cock. He enjoyed this and would use his hands on her head to encourage her. Her head was buried in his lap but appeared that she was tonguing up and down its length. Periodically she would rise up before dropping her head down on his prick to suck it into her mouth again.
All this time, Ray was using his hands to try and get Kathy to spread her legs apart. I could see his black hand playing between her legs a bit. Ray's other hand held his own cock. It was not just larger than mine but enormous. It was probably an inch and a half bigger. What struck me about his cock was that it was so thick. It was fat and looked like a swollen summer sausage or something. It had a large rubbery circumcised head that glistened with his precum.
I could tell Kathy was not only loving Marcus' cock but the busy fingers of Ray were driving her crazy. Antwaan was in the front seat, and suddenly was no longer so sullen. He was laughing and saying "holy **** she is a hoe" and busy looking out the windows. Ray spoke up and commanded me to pull completely behind the store. "You don't want some cop busting us as your wife blows us, do you?" I put the keys in the ignition and pulled just around the corner to the rear of the store. The only light was from a street light a ways up the alley and from the dashboard lights. I parked and realized that Kathy had not missed a beat on Marcus's cock.
Things sped up quickly from here. The three guys were like bank ro
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Things sped up quickly from here. The three guys were like bank robbers in the middle of a heist. The joking from Antwaan faded away and you could sense that complete lust had taken over them. Nothing was going to stop them at this point. Ray spoke to Marcus; "I need to get me some of that pussy....get out a second and let's fold down the seat". Kathy's head pulled off Marcus's cock. It was so extremely engorged at this point that the head was the size of a small lemon and actually had a pinkish hue to it. Kathy sat up, and smiled up at me and raised one eyebrow as if saying "isn't this fun". Her large tits just hung down on her frame. Her forehead had some sweat on it and she seemed in complete heat.
Marcus tucked his cock in his boxers but didn't bother to zip up or button his pants. He stepped out of the car and so did Ray. They told Kathy to move out of the way. She sort of moved towards the center of the front row seats. She was close to me, but seemed do distant. She was completely caught up in the moment and seemed oblivious to what she was actually doing. From either side, Marcus and Ray folded down the back of the second row bench seat. With the third row already missing from the vehicle, it now provided plenty of room for people to lie down. They hastily through a bunch of towels, jackets over a part of the new "floor" that had a bump in it and told Kathy to lie down.
They were no longer worried about speaking ~honey~ into her ears or complimenting her. They knew they were getting her pussy. Ray climbed in and then Marcus cramped himself back in. Ray crawled down to Kathy's legs and helped her ease off her shorts and panties. Kathy looked up at him in anticipation. He dropped his shorts again, and crawled between her legs holding his semi hard cock in his hands. Ray rubbed the head of his fat swollen cock up and down her hairy pussy. Kathy writhed her hips in response. Marcus murmured something about wanting to ~see this cuckolds brownie~ and turned on a back dome light off to the side.
You could just catch it as Ray sunk his thick cock inside her slowly but deeply. Kathy grunted just a bit as she was penetrated. You could hear her sighs and murmurs and Ray started to rock in and out of her'.fucking my wife with a slow deep purpose. I am sure this wasn't the first or the last white pussy that Ray had fucked, but he was definitely going to take his time to enjoy it. Kathy had her hands up on his chest and shoulders. It wasn't so much that she was worried about pleasuring Ray. It was obvious that she was feeling his impressive muscles and losing herself in the situation.
At this point, I could see Antwaan in the other front seat rubbing his prick through his pants. Up until this point, it was hard to tell where he fit in. But with his eyes glowing, I realized he was planning on taking her as well. Marcus was crouched uncomfortably near my wife's head. He kept playing with her tits. kneading them like dough and roughly squeezing them. Kathy was their plaything.
Marcus told Ray to make some room and let him give it a try. Ray pulled his shiny fat cock out of her and scuttered off to a corner near Kathy's foot. Kathy sat up and Marcus managed to lie down and sprawl out his frame underneath her. He had removed his pants and pulled Kathy on top of him. As he lay on his back, Kathy positioned her pussy over his cock. He held his long dick in place as she impaled herself on top of it. She moved slowly but deliberately up and down its length. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was half open. She was sighing and grunting and squealing occasionally. Kathy was lost in the sensations that were consuming her. She grinded on his dick for just probably 3 or 4 minutes before I realized that she was getting closer and closer to cumming. Her speed increased just slightly as she continued to hop on his pole. His large hands were still cupping her massive tits and squeezing them like melons. Kathy's breathing thickened, and her voice being frantic as she yelped that she was going to cum.
Sure enough a moment later, Kathy's hips convulsed upon the spear that was splitting her and she continued gyrating for a few moments later. The increased pace of Kathy's ride had effected Antwaan too. He kept fucking her harder and faster. His ass was rising off the floor to meet that sweet pussy that was engulfing his tool. I recall that Antwaan said something about not ~skunking~ up her pussy. Just a minute later, Marcus told Kathy to get off his cock. I wasn't quite sure why, but it seemed Marcus was about to cum. Sure enough he awkwardly tried to pull Kathy's head down to his cock. You could tell he wanted to squirt his load in her mouth. Unfortunately for him, it was way too cramped to maneuver that fast and he ended up cumming on her left tit and shoulder before her mouth could capture it.
Antwaan still held his cock up to her lips and she sort of cleaned it off for him. He had cum and she had cum, but there were two guys left. Even while Antwaan was trying to get out of the way and get out the side door of the SUV, Ray started back in on Kathy. She was sort of on her hands and knees and Ray grabbed her hips and pulled them towards him. He sort of positioned himself on his knees behind her as he worked his fat dick into my wife. She wasted no time getting right into it and either did he. No longer was he taking his time and enjoying it. He was fucking my wife with abandon and fastly building his pace. Kathy's heavy breasts hung down and from the front row I could see them flopping around randomly underneath her with each of Ray's strokes. Her eyes would sometimes close and sometimes glaze over. Kathy was covered in a shiny layer of sweat and the car was heating up. Her eyes sometimes looked at me, but they were looking through me and were unfocused. She was getting fucked doggie style and loving it.
It was only a few minutes at this point before Ray pulled out and flipped Kathy over. Kathy was on her ass, facing the back of the vehicle towards Ray as she sat up. Ray sort of scurried forward and fed his cock to her. I could not see much except the back of Kathy's head and her gurgles on his cock. Ray held the back of her head in place and fucked her mouth with his dick. I honestly think Kathy was about to gag. It wasn't long though before Ray buried his sausage all the way down her throat, held her head in place and started pumping his cum in her mouth. It was almost like he was just trying to show Marcus how it was done right.
Ray released my wife's head and she pulled off immediately. I saw his cock swing out of her mouth, shiny with just one single drop of cum down towards the base of his cock. He sat back and tried to gather up his clothes. He called up to Antwaan to come get some. Ray got out and walked off towards the front of the store. Antwaan got in the back. I do think at this point, that Kathy was satisfied, but she wasn't going to turn down another cock.
Antwaan seemed overly eager. He got in there and roughly told her to suck his dick. Kathy leaned over and started to suck on his penis. It was black and thick and long. It was in the middle in terms of length between Marcus' and Ray's cock. It was not as thick as either one of them though. He liked the attention. Kathy's lips sucked and licked on his engorged prick. As if he didn't want the moment to run out, Antwaan pulled his cock out of her mouth after just a few minutes and get on all fours again. Kathy dutifully flipped over got on her hands and knees. Her large ass was sticking out towards Antwaan. Antwaan situated himself between her legs and held his cock as he pressed in behind her. I heard Kathy squeal, ~no, not there~ and he mumred back ~alright~. He was trying to fuck her ass, but she wasn't up for that. Instead he settled for sinking his cock deep inside her well-fucked pussy.
Again, I watched as yet another young stud took my older wife. Fucking her hard and without pausing, Antwaan slapped his nuts and thighs into her with each stroke. She was moaning, yelping and grunting as she was taken. I was so into it at this point, that I absentmindedly took out my cock and started stroking it while I watched from the front seat. I couldn't really see his cock going in and out of her, but I definitely saw her heavy udders below her'swinging and flopping with each pump. At this point, the rear door to the store opened up. Marcus walked out with the female cashier and came right over to the car. Marcus opened up the car door and the main dome lamp came on.
The cashier just busted out laughing when she saw what was going on. There I was in the front seat of the car jacking off my smaller cock while my wife was right in back of me. The cashier basically just commented about how pathetic that was and how the white bitch must have really needed some cock before they closed the door.
Kathy was tiring. Under Antwaan's weight, she sort of sunk from all fours down to just lying on her tummy. Antwaan was busy behind her. A few minutes later he sank in deep for one last thrust and came deep inside my wife. He pulled his cock out and asked her to clean it up. Kathy sucked on it the best she could, essentially cleaning her own pussy off his dick. It was too much. I came right in my hand as I watched.
Antwaan's cock fell limp and he grabbed his clothes and scramred out. Ray had come back from the front of the store and said the tow truck was here. Kathy and I were in the SUV just for a minute by ourselves before Marcus came in the passenger side. He was sort of laughing in a disparaging way about how I was so kind to let them fuck my wife.
Kathy silently got dressed. I zipped up and went out front. My wife followed. The tow truck guy was busy hooking up our car. Antwaan came out of the store again, sort of laughing about how we should all come back sometime. Kathy had that after sex glow and looked so satisfied. She was well fucked.
Less than ' hour later, we found ourselves at a small motel near where our car had been dropped off. The tow truck was long gone, and the three guys were long gone. It almost seemed like a dream. My wife hugged and kissed me as we came into the room and dropped down on the bed. ~I hope you are not mad at me anymore. I see that you were enjoying watching from the front seat.~ I didn't say much. I was confused, aroused, mad, jealous and still horny.
We kissed and kissed and sank down to her breasts. Inspired by seeing them swinging so furiously, I started to suckle and make love to them. She cooed and murmured, enjoying the sensation. As I lost myself in her chest, I felt her hands on my head guiding me lower. Her hand continued to push down on my head until I was down at her pussy. It was wet still. Some of the hairs on the outside were still stuck together as if glued together by the men's cum. I started to lick it and heard her say ~there you go honey'there you go sweetie~. I was eating my wife and knew Antwaan had cum in her. Occasionally I would feel something a bit syrupy come out, almost with a metallic flavor to it. I knew I was eating Antwaan's cum out of Kathy. As I continued, Kathy squeezed my head in place more and more as an orgasm built. Somehow I got my mouth buried in her pussy with the bridge of my nose against her clit. She continued to grind her clit powerfully into my nose, as an orgasm ripped through her.
I had been jacking off my own dick while I had been eating her. As she came, I again was unable to contain my enthusiasm and came right in my hand. Kathy looked down at me lovingly and said she needed to shower. She cleaned up and came to bed. The holy water had worn off, the weed was gone, and she was just exhausted. She ****** on the bed. I lay there confused next to her.
Since the past year, I can't say that I have figured anything out. Our marriage is still rocky. We have tried to discuss the incident. She is still quite honest and brash about saying that it was the most erotic experience that has ever happened to her. She accuses me of having a double standard. I didn't stop her from having sex, but rather I jerked off watching. I don't know whether I want to have more episodes like this or whether the jealousy is too much for me.
I have only recently started checking out sites like this during the last few months, as the mental images of what happened continue to arouse me. I thought that if I put this down on paper once and for all, that I might be able to move on. I guess we'll see.
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