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testing out the windows live writer. Now I can post from my desktop.

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I don’t know about you, but when I saw Senator Barbara Boxer castrating the Brigadier General Walsh I suddenly got the feeling I was watching a Lady Sonia Dominatrix clip. I think the next time she wants to tell a Brigadier General about how she “earned” aka “purchased” her title, she should be wearing leather boots and a black leather bodysuit while holding a whip.

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Angie’s mouth went dry as her newly single friend Carrie told her of her new boyfriend, James. “He’s 6′2″ tall, very muscular, he’s got one heck of a cock, and he’s black”. The part about being black was the thing that scared Angie. After all, she was white, her husband was white, and all of her friends were white, but now her best friend was going out with a black man. “And he always makes me cum at least twice every time we see each other” added Carrie. “His fat cock just makes me feel so fulfilled, I just can’t get enough”. Angie gulped a dry swallow. It had been over two years since her husband Jim had made her cum. It wasn’t for lack of trying though. After all, he was kind and gentle, very caring, always polite, and his saving grace was that he always seemed to enjoy going down on Angie. His biggest fault was his sub-average cock. Early in their relationship, he could give her a good orgasm after having sex for a while, but anymore, it just seemed like he wasn’t hitting the right spot with his cock. A vision of being impaled by a black man flashed into Angie’s mind, but she quickly dismissed it as being abnormal. Well, it was time for Angie to go home to Jim. The after work cocktail hour was over with, and the girl friends said good by to each other for the weekend.
Angie drove a different way home that afternoon.. She drove through the poor part of town, where there were lots of black people of every shape and size. She studied them when she would stop for a light, or one would cross the street. Something about it gave her a fire down below, and her curiosity had been ignited. She was almost sad to see her 99% white suburban neighborhood come into view after a while. She walked in the door, and her husband Jim was drinking a beer, and watching something on the travel channel about bikini destinations, and he hardly acknowledged her arrival. He did say, “hi Angie, could you get me another beer”. As she grabbed the can of beer from the fridge, she also put her hand around a can of Red Bull for a moment, and thought “now this is a nice size”. She handed the beer to Jim, and he said, “hey babe, I’m going to a bachelor party next Friday. A guy from work is getting hitched, and the guys are hiring a dancer for him, and I wouldn’t want to miss that”. “Well have fun” said Angie. She didn’t care anymore. Her sex drive was down to about zero, and now her husband is going to abonden her to go look at some naked bimbo. Big Deal!
Monday came and once again Carrie was telling Angie about all of her adventures she enjoyed over the weekend. Carrie was going with her new boyfriend, James, to a club to celebrate his best friends birthday. “That sounds fun” said Angie. “Jim’s going to a bachelor party, so I guess I’m just hanging out alone that night. Maybe I’ll catch up on my reading”. “Oh no your not girlfriend” said Carrie, “why don’t you come and party with us”. Angie took a deep breath. She could feel that familiar warmth between her legs, but the thought of going some place with a bunch of black people just kind of made her nervous. “I don’t know Carrie”, “Oh nonsense Angie, you’re coming with me, and that’s the end of that! I’m not leaving my best friend home on a Friday Night, when her husband is doing Lord knows what, with some slut at an all male party, we’re going out girl”. Feeling her friends love made Angie feel good again. How could she refuse going out? She agreed to meet them at the club. The rest of the week passed with constant daydreaming on Angies part. She wondered what it would be like hanging out with a bunch of black people. She wasn’t prejudiced, it just wasn’t her nature to do that sort of thing, with that sort of people. But every time she thought about it, she could feel warmth, and wetness building in her thighs. It’s not that she planned on having sex or anything, it was just the words of Carrie returning, saying how thick her friend was, and how she was having orgasms right and left with this man. For some reason, Angie visited a lingerie shop after work on Thursday, and bought a couple pairs of cute undies, with matching bras.
At work on Friday, Carrie was telling Angie how she had told James that she was meeting them, and James was excited to introduce Angie to he best friend Bo. “God, you’re not setting me up for a date are you Carrie, you know I am still married” said Angie. Carrie reassured her good friend that it wasn’t a date, it was just going to even out things, since everyone else there were going as couples.. Angie breathed a sigh of relief. “As long as he’s not expecting anything Carrie”, “don’t worry, he isn’t dear friend. We’ll see you at the club by 9:00. Don’t be late”
Angie got home from work, and Jim was already taking a shower. He has his beer next to the shower, and his clean clothes laid out on the bed. “hey hon, what are you gonna do tonight?” said Jim. Angie wondered if she should tell Jim everything, then she compromised, and decided to tell him part of the truth. “Oh, I’m just going out for a drink with Carrie from work. She needs a friend tonight”. Jim commended her for being such a good friend to Carrie. He didn’t know about her new black boyfriend. Jim dried off, got dressed, and went out into the living room to watch some TV. Angie wasn’t sure what made her grab the razor, but she entered the shower and gave herself a thorough grooming. She just wanted to feel good about herself. It had nothing to do with planning on having sex with someone else, it was just for HER. As she got out of the shower, she admired her handy work in the mirror for a minute before putting on one of the new panties and bra’s she’d bought the day before. Boy, if she was single, she was one hot Momma tonight she thought to herself. She chuckled at the thought, then fixed her hair really cute, then put on a short dress. Jim came in and kissed her good by, and told her not to wait up since this party might last a while. He looked her over, and told her how hot she looked. “Umm, I’d like to taste some of that latter” he said. “Well, if you’re a good boy, and you don’t get into trouble tonight, I guess you can have a taste” said Angie. Jim gave her a lingering kiss, and Angie knew he had “eating pussy” on his mind. She just hoped that he wasn’t planning on eating that dancers pussy. Yucky!!!
Angie drove to the club that Carrie had told her to meet at. She’d never been there before. It had loud Soul music playing, instead of the Country music that she was used to hearing when she went to a club with Jim. She walked in the door, and gratefully, she noticed that it was a mix of all races. She had been nervous about being one of the only white girls there, but that was no longer a concern. She heard a loud “ANGIE”. She looked around and saw Carrie frantically waving her hands at her. She walked over to the big table, and Carrie introduced her to James. Angie took a good look. He actually was very handsome. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but he was indeed a handsome man. Then James introduced her to his best friend Bo.
When Angie looked at Bo, it was unlike anything she had experienced before. Her ears started ringing, she could feel herself starting to perspire, and her brand new panties suddenly started to feel very sticky. Bo was a very husky 6′ man. His head was shaved, he had muscles stretching his very tight tee shirt across his chest. His arms looked like her husbands thighs. He had a gold earring on his left ear lobe, and talk about handsome. She had to remind herself to take a breath, then she heard Carrie telling her to have a seat next to Bo. It was her pleasure to sit next to such a magnificent man. He looked her in the eyes, and smiled the biggest, whitest smile she’d seen in a long time. “It is my honor to meet the best friend of Carrie” said Bo. What a gentleman! It wasn’t anything like she had worried about. Everything was going to be OK! Then Bo asked Angie to dance. It wasn’t a slow dance, so they were both doing their own things. The next dance was a slow one. Bo wouldn’t let Angie sit down for this one, so she decided to enjoy it. She put her arms around his waist, and hugged his chest during the dance. She let her hands roam on his muscular back, and at one point even copped a quick feel of his muscled bum. Bo let his hands drop down to her bum when she did that, and he held her in close. She could feel something growing in the front of Bo’s pants. She was suddenly nervous, yet more excited than she’d been in years. The song ended too soon, and the band was taking a break. Bo held her tight for a minute and whispered that he couldn’t go back to the table like this. So he asked Angie of he could hold her from behind, and just walk behind her. She could feel herself getting wetter and readily agreed to help Bo conceal his own “excitement”. As they walked, Angie could feel his girth rubbing against the crack of her bum. She was grateful that she had a skirt on, because if she had been wearing the white pants she had considered, they would of had a wet spot on the crotch. Whew!
The party raged on, with good times, good people, and a rekindling of lust that Angie hadn’t had for a long time. She’d been so impressed with feeling that meat pushed up against her, Angie let her hand rest on Bo’s thigh. Once again she could feel his manhood start to grow immediately. It would take 10 minutes of playing with Jim’s scrawny little cock to get it to respond like that. She just let her hand rest on it, and squeezed it as it grew down the inside of his pants. Bo playfully put his hand under the table and under Angie’s dress. She could feel his large fingers push the wet fabric away from her now very wet pussy, and he slid his middle finger inside of her.. She let out a low moan of pleasure which Carrie could hear. “Is everything alright over there” she asked with a wink. Brought back to reality, Angie stumbled for words and said, “yes, everything is fine thank you”. People started giving Bo his birthday presents, so her removed his finger from Angie. She was hoping that he would at least lick it, or sniff it, or somehow acknowledge how good she tasted, but he didn’t do anything of the kind.. He unwrapped everything and thanked all the generous givers. Angie suddenly realized that she didn’t have anything for Bo, and in a slightly drunken stupor told him so. He reassured her that she had just met him, she didn’t need to give him anything for his birthday. BUT, he said, he had something that he would love to give to her. Even in her present state, Angie knew what he meant, and she suddenly craved it. She looked at her watch, and it was only 11:30. She knew her husband would be out late, so why not she thought. Everyone said their good bye’s outside of the club, and Angie thought they would never all leave. Finally it was just her and Bo, and she followed him in her car on the back roads to his luxurious condo. Bo had a double car garage so she could park in the open space. “Good, nobody who knows me will recognize my car here” she thought to herself.
As they walked in, she looked around and admired how well it was decorated. He had nice leather furniture, with a modern kitchen. Bo asked her if she wanted anything else to drink, and she just slowly put her hands around his neck, and said that she wanted something else. Their lips met for the first time, and she could feel fire shooting all the way down her legs, out her toes, out through her arms, and especially around her aching pussy. His lips were thick, and they felt so sensual as they kissed. She let her hand reach back down to the belt of Bo’s pants, and she quickly undid the buckle. She crouched down to undo his zipper and pull his pants off. She was dying to see what this monster looked like up close and personal. Bo took his time removing his shirt, and gently tossed it over a nearby chair. He watched as the hungry white wife grabbed hold of the first black cock she had ever seen.
She greedily tried to put the whole thing in her mouth, but it just wouldn’t all fit. It was so easy to put Jim’s cock in her mouth. It didn’t even go down her throat, but this, oh my God, it was stretching the sides of her lips just getting it into her mouth. Bo’s cock had blood rushing to it now. It grew in Angie’s little hands. Her teeth kept catching the edges of the head as she was trying to get it in her mouth. Bo finally had to stop this, and had her stand up, while he pulled her cute little dress over the top of her head. “sorry if I was biting you” said Angie. Bo understood how much larger he was than “normal” guys, so it didn’t bother him.
Suddenly Angie’s cell phone rang. She didn’t want to answer it, but Bo told her that if she didn’t, then hubby would be worried. “Just tell him you’re in the restroom if he wonders why it’s so quite” said Bo. It was Jim, letting her know that he’d be home in an hour or so, and he was really looking forward to going down on her. Flushed with lust, Angie told Jim how she was also looking forward to that act of Love. She told him bye, see ya in a while, and hung up. Whew, that was a close one she said to Bo. He picked her up in his huge arms, and carried her over to the bed. As he walked she could feel his cock sliding past her bum, touching her back as they walked. She arched trying to get the tip where it’s supposed to be. “You’re a horny little wife aren’t you” said Bo.
He laid her flat on the bed, and crawled between her legs letting the tip of his cock tease her very wet opening. “Don’t you wanna taste me first sugar” said Angie. Bo informed her that he didn’t like the taste of pussy, and if he had to do that, he would just as soon not have sex at all. Instinctively, Angie’s legs were already folding in on Bo’s butt, gently coaxing his cock closer. As the head of that monster cock entered her pussy, she could feel herself being stretched. Oh God, Carrie is so right about how good this feels she thought to herself. She said “fuck me”, but Bo said he had to get it in first. She said, “what the hell, it’s not even in” Bo told her that just a small portion of it was in, but there was a lot more to come. Sweat began to bead on Angie’s forehead as Bo started to work that huge cock up inside of her. Just as she thought she was as full as she could possibly be, she would feel herself give, and a little more would find it’s way inside of her. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she could feel his balls up against her little butt hole, and she knew he was “in”!
She could feel Bo biting her on the neck, and it didn’t matter. She was on fire, as he started to finally fuck her. Very slow is how it all started, gradually building up speed as they went along. She lost track of how many orgasms she had along the way, but after a while, and with a low groan, Bo finally reached his own. Angie realized that she hadn’t even bothered to ask him if he had a condom, but it was too late for that now. She could feel the flood of semen making her stretched vagina feel very slippery now. His orgasm seemed to last a long time, and she could hear the sucking sounds that her soaked pussy was making. As he finished and laid on top of her for a short time, she wondered if she could ever enjoy sex with Jim again. Bo told her it was getting late, and he really needed to get some sleep because he had a big day tomorrow. She needed to get home anyway, so she put back on her panties and bra, then her dress, gave Bo a kiss and asked if she could see him again. He said “of course, as long as you don’t fall in love with me. You’re married woman, and you need to love your man”. This all made perfect sense to Angie. After all, she did love her man, he just couldn’t satisfy her in bed it seemed. Well, time to head for home. She could feel how wet her panties and legs had become from Bo’s cum letting down by the time she got into her car. She drove the back roads, and was home in about 10 minutes.
Jim was standing in the kitchen with his robe on when Angie walked in. He walked over and gave his wife a big kiss.. Jim noticed some teeth marks on his wife’s neck, and he asked what they were. Thinking on her feet, Angie told her husband that Carrie had been being silly, and gave her a bite mark on a bet that she wouldn’t. Visions of a Lesbian encounter involving his wife gave Jim an instant boner. It peeked out of the robe he was wearing. Now he seriously wanted to go down on his wife hoping that he might get to taste another woman. Angie protested saying that she was dirty from the nights dancing, and she was also very tired. Jim wasn’t hearing any of this. He steered her towards the bedroom while kissing the bite marks that he believed her good friend Carrie had given her. Visions of a threesome with Angie and Carrie made Jim want to do a very good job of eating his wife. He pulled her dress over her head as they neared the bed. The sight of her new panties and bra gave him pause. “These are adorable honey”! “I’m glad you like them Jim, I bought them knowing that you would like to see me in them” replied Angie. Jim laid his beautiful wife on her back, and proceeded to lick the outside of her new panties. An unfamiliar musky scent rose from his sexy wife as he began licking and sucking at her soaking wet pussy. A different sticky goo added to the sexiness of it all. Angie was biting her lips, worrying that Jim would know what he was eating, but his only response was “damn you taste good after getting hickeys from your friend Carrie honey” Jim truly believed that his wife’s state of arousal was totally due to some type of involvement with her girlfriend.
Angie asked Jim if he liked the way she tasted tonight. He said “God you’re so sexy tasty tonight honey” So, Angie finally relaxed and had her first oral orgasm with the knowledge that her husband was a happy camper to be eating her out after Bo had emptied himself inside of her. After she came, she resolved to be a “good wife” and let her husband have all of the “flavored” pussy that he wanted.

Written by Victoria Vain (Podcast Available)

“Sex with the wife hasn’t been what it used to be before we got married” Ben thought to himself. She used to tease me and put on a slinky nightie after we put the kids to bed. Now she just slips on a t-shirt with a pair of boy shorts and slides into bed with her back to me. Every night I will slide up next to her and spoon, pulling her ass into me, hoping she will have a little mercy on me and let me slide her shorts down and put my cock in from the back. That’s what our sex has become. Me just trying to get a little pussy from the back while she lays on her side pretending it feels good by occasionally giving me a little “mmmm”, and wiggling her behind.

So this morning after making the coffee and sending the kids out the door with their pop tarts like he does every work day, Ben suggests to his wife, “hun, you haven’t been out with Brandi in months and being that she is going through a divorce in all I’m sure she is available for a night out at one of those male strip clubs down town Kansas City. Uh, why the hell would you want me to go to a strip club? She said to him while smirking and amused. Well, Ben said, I’ve heard of women getting all excited after and coming home and jumping their husband. “hahaha” she exclaimed! I don’t know about that but I do need to call her and see how she is doing.

That Friday afternoon Marcie, Ben’s wife mentions to him when walking in the door from the office “hey, I called Brandi and she’s going to Raoul’s Velvet room tonight and she is really nervous, she wants me to go. And you did suggest I needed a night out so I was thinking I would go with her. Woe! Ben thought to himself, not the gold-digger bar down the street. Raoul’s in Overland Park is a renowned gold-digger hangout. There are only two kinds of older women that go there; recently divorce d women looking for their next victim and married vixens looking to score a younger man.

That evening while getting in a little O’Reilly factor you watch as she zips past you several times. Each time she goes by you smell that perfume that you can’t recall her wearing in the past two years. “It’s almost 10 Hun,” she replies, “We planned to meet at the club door at 10”. She leans into his chair and gives him a big kiss and then quickly walks out the door. There she goes, he think thinks to himself. I just single handedly sent my wife off to one of the most vicious meet markets in Johnson County. Fuck! Why did I bring up the fucking strip club idea?

Brandi and Marcie meet at the club door and the crowd is already picking up. Well polished Harley-Davidsons are all in a perfect line just like they are every Friday night. Road in by the local yuppie business men who work hard all week long so they can finally take their pride and joy out to show what a weekend rebel they are. Single file Marcie and Brandi weave into the line and through the door blending in perfect harmony with 30 other short skirt Vixens sporting a coach clutch or a Loui Canvas Milla Pochette.

Brandi and Marcie quickly find a spot at the bar and order an Aqua Velvet Martini for Marcie and a Lemon drop Martini for Brandi. Before they get their drinks Brandi is already laughing and talking to an older man sitting next to us who generously offers to pay for our drinks. It’s a well known fact that once Brandi gets in predator mode she takes no prisoners. Marcie swings around in her stool and crosses her legs as to get settled in for a long night of watching Brandi make her moves on what she hopes to be her next husband.

15 minutes go by and Marcie is feeling a little tipsy from her aqua velvet martini. She looks to her left to see Brandi with her head cocked back laughing from this dudes lame jokes. Suddenly 3 jocks walk up and stand directly above her. Marcie sitting on the stool with her legs crossed and her skirt lying delicately on the upper half of her thigh. What’s your name sexy, one of the young men say? “Marcie” she replies with a sparkling smile. She’s tickled that guys who are much younger than her are staring at her like she is a single hot chick. Marcie blushes and looks down at her glass and then realizes, “Shit! I forgot to put my ring on when I got out of the shower” she thought to herself. Not to be an obvious amateur she looks up, smiles and say’s “what’s up?” “Nothing,” one of them replies. “We stay in the dorms at Lawrence during the week and go to KU. I’m just home for the weekend to stay with family.” “So you like to dance?” the tall brown eyed handsome one say. “Sure” Marcie replied, “I love to dance!” One of the guys grab her glass and they all four walk to the back room. Marcie looks back to see if Brandie is okay and Brandie is so wrapped up in her next score she doesn’t even notice her leaving.

They all find a spot not far away from the dance floor in the back room where it is much more dimly lit and there are people all around lounging in velvet couches, holding their glasses and doing the yuppie “how are you?” and back slapping each other. Marcie never found that part of going out to be very impressive. She was always the wild one who loved to party till the bar closed and then fuck the hottest guy in the club after. She loved the hedonistic dirty dancing and necking while on the dance floor. Getting her pussy licked in the women’s bathroom was not uncommon for her on a good night at a club. That was before she met Ben. “Ben is a good guy” she thought to herself just now. Marcie’s mind was racing with thoughts of the good ole days. “I can’t believe I’m here!” I loved this when I was younger. I’m just as sexy at these 22 year old chic’s and I know I’m a better dancer also.

Marcie finishes her third Martini and slams the glass on the table. “So did you want to dance or you just here to sit and drink? Up jumps the more aggressive, tall and handsome one out of the group, grabs her by the waist and says let’s go! Marcie and her new friend Blake are now dancing and having fun. Marcie’s mind is racing. She has completely released all inhibitions and has made a conscious decision to be single, young and irresponsible for the night.

The song finishes and a slow song starts, she turns to walk off the dance floor and Blake grabs her hand and wisps her around. He wants to dance to the slow song, she realized. She quickly walks into his arms and starts dancing close and slow. “Fuck it” she thinks to herself. “I want to score tonight.” They begin kissing while his hands go up her skirt. His hands wrapped around each of her ass cheeks and her hand is stroking his cock over the jeans. Marcie looks up and even though her voice is drowned out by the music she lips very clear to him very clearly “lets fuck”.

Marcie grabs his strong hand and starts weaving him through the crowd and past her friend Brandie. Brandi glances at Marcie and her new friend walking past and Marcie puts her index finger to her lips and whispers a “Shhhhhhh”. Brandi squints her eyes in a half drunken dismay and says “Oh!” Then twirls around in her stool to continue her conversation.

Ben at home has been a little bit nervous. He knows Marcie used to be a good time girl but after the kids she mainly just focused on family. “I know Marcie wouldn’t cheat on me” Ben thought to himself as he walked into the bathroom to take a wiz. Marcie was quite the party girl he thought. She used to love to fuck in public after getting drunk. That was her thing. God, she was a bad girl Ben thought. “Fuck! I can’t pee.” Ben whispered under his breath. He dick got hard thinking about old times. Finally after repeating to himself several times “dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies,” his wood went down.

After washing his hands he grabs the wash cloth to dry them and he spots something fly out of the cloth and land on the floor. Ben bends down to pick it up and suddenly realizes its Marcie’s wedding ring. “What the hell?” Why would Marcie’s wedding ring be wrapped up in a wash cloth on the sink? Now a complete and utter feeling of insecurity comes over Ben as he walks into the kitchen to grab his cell. Ben quickly calls Marcie’s cell. Marcie’s phone begins to ring. Marcie has her cell in her handbag but lets it roll to voicemail. Pushed up against the door of her Beemer, her legs spread wide. Making out with Blake and their tongues in each other’s mouth, he dry humps her with his cock out of his pants and drenching her panties from her pussy juices. Marcie reaches into her hand bag and powers down her blackberry.

Ben starts thinking to himself, “Stop! It gets really noisy at Raoul’s and she probably didn’t even hear it ring. Ben calmly calls her back to leave a voice mail to ask her how her night is going. This time it rolls straight to voice mail. “Oh hell no!” Ben said while looking at his phone. Ben slips on his Birkenstocks over his work socks then peaks his head into the kids room to make sure they are sound asleep. He goes into the garage to start the car but worried his kids will wake up when the car starts he decides just to ride his bike there instead. “Raoul’s is just four blocks away” Ben thinks to himself. I can burn off some steam and just check on her real quick. Ben goes to grab his bike and realizes he has a flat on the front wheel. “Shit!” he whispers under his breath. He realizes the pump will take too long to find so he grabs Marcie’s pink beach cruiser and takes off.

Ben arrives to the shopping center where Raoul’s is at. Riding past two girls that are walking to Burger King they say “Nice ride, is your Harley in the shop?” giggling as he rides by. “It sure is!” He barks back at them a little out of breath from riding a beach cruiser so fast for four blocks. Ben trolls the parking lot weaving through the import cars, SUV’s and Harleys. There’s her Beemer, I could tell her Beemer from the other 20 in the parking lot that look just like hers. Not only does hers have a nice polish on it that I have done for her every Sunday afternoon but hers is the only one that is blue and has a bumper sticker that says, “My child is an honor student”. Ben slowly rolls in between her Beemer and the Escalade parked next to the driver’s side and peers into the car.

“Oh my fucking God!” Ben gasps under his breath as he looks into the car. Marcie is in the back seat with her head pushed against the passenger door getting monkey fucked by well built dude with his pants at his boots. Ben stood there for a second watching him thrust his cock in Marcie with her legs straight in the air and her heels were piercing the head board of the car. This guy wasn’t letting up. Ben noticed. He just kept fucking her. Reaching down and grabbing her ass cheeks, spreading them, opening his legs he started fucking her deep. Ben watched in surprise how he kept driving it deep in her and his balls were slapping against her ass. This guy has at least 8 inches of solid cock, Ben noticed as he pulled it out then rammed it back in her.

“This is what my life has become” Ben thought to himself. Standing here with a pink bicycle between my legs in a stupid pair of fucking Birkenstocks watching my wife get monkey fucked in the back seat of a car I bought her. Life can’t get any worse than this. Suddenly Ben noticed something, the “Oh” sound. In perfect rhythm, just like he remember from 5 years ago. “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.” Marcie moaned. The sound Marcie would make when she was going to cum. Ben suddenly felt his cock swell. Ben had full wood bulging his pants straight out. Strangely enough the best erotic feeling he has had in the past year is witnessing his drunken wife working on an orgasm by a stranger in the back seat of her car.

Ben started looking around while reaching into his pants. The area they were in was for the most part covered. Ben leaned the bike against the Escalade behind him and started stroking his cock with every thrust the young Bull would put into his wife. Marcie kept on with the “Oh” noise in perfect rhythm. Ben was so turned on with each stroke that he had the head of his cock pressed against the back passenger glass on the verge of Cumming.

Marcie’s moaning was getting louder and louder and it was obvious they were about to cum. The bull fucking her began Cumming inside her and she started Cumming also by the sound of her “Oh.” When Ben saw the cream dripping out of her pussy and off the Bull’s cock as he pulled out and dropped it on the seat Ben just exploded jizz all over the window. Ben’s cum hit the window so hard it startled Blake and Marcie. They both looked around and saw the lower half of Ben standing there, holding his cock with cum dripping down the window.

Blake, thinking some fucking wanker was watching them yelled, “I’m going to kick your fucking ass you pervert!” as he started pulling his pants up. Ben quickly mounted his wife’s pink beach cruiser and sped off before Blake could even get out of the car. Marcie, confused not knowing who the hell was watching them gets dressed and starts primping and grooming herself before she goes home. Marcie slides her wet panties back on and kisses Blake good bye. Blake gives her his number and hopes they can meet up again.

Back home Marcie parks the car and walks into the dark bedroom where her husband Ben is lying sound but not asleep. Marcie strips naked, still tipsy but feeling really excited and relaxed gets into bed with Ben. Ben lying next to Marcie just can’t be quite anymore. Ben rolls toward her and gets between her legs. He puts his mouth into her still wet pussy and starts licking her clean. Sucking and licking every drop of cum out of her Ben is rock hard again wanting to fuck his wife. Marcie, so excited about her devilish evening pulls Ben into her and they fuck long and hard.

Victoria

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