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BBC blow job while my husband was at the bar
My friends and I were celebrating at a bar. There were a lot of people there. By midnight, everyone was already tipsy. Our table was groaning under the weight of drinks and snacks. And the conversations became increasingly intimate. Then they turned on the music, and everyone started dancing. And the intimate conversations ended.
I didn’t feel like dancing. My husband was dozing, which upset me immensely. Because after all this talk, I was thinking about fucking him in the bathroom. Then I went to the bathroom alone. A handsome young man was standing at the entrance to the bathrooms. He was tall, black, and wearing a black T-shirt and baggy jeans.
We started a casual conversation. And then he asked me to dance. He grabbed me tightly around the waist and pressed his body against mine. I felt my body heat up and my blood rush. Then his hand dropped to my ass and slowly slipped under my short dress.
I love watching and listening to my wife cum from a BBC
It was a hot summer day. I was working in my garage fixing my friend’s car. My wife Amber was exhausted from the heat and the desire to fuck inside. I didn’t have time to satisfy her because the repairs were tight. So she turned on porn. We loved to have fun with porn, often jerking off together, then fucking. This could go on for hours.
Sometimes other men would join us. And it would all turn into an orgy that could last for days. I regretted not being able to join my wife in her playful mood. So I listened to her moans mingling with the moans in the porn from my garage.
Sometimes I would peek in on her. She’d lie on the couch, naked, wearing my shirt, her legs spread. She’d masturbate with her fingers and then play with her dildo. Her body was beautiful and arousing, and her nipples were hard.
Then there was a knock on the door. I heard her let someone in. She greeted the guests with her shirt unbuttoned, her naked body exposed, her wet, expectant pussy ready for any cock. It was our friend Sol and Hank. Sol was a black guy, my wife’s ex. And Hank was his friend that we hadn’t seen before.
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Friday night
I was waiting for my wife, Kira, on Friday night. She was supposed to be home from work and a date with her boyfriend. They worked at the same company. Ronnie was a black guy who didn’t mind fucking my wife anywhere. And then the door slammed a little louder than usual. Kira showed up. I was sitting in the dimly lit kitchen scrolling through social media.
- Hi, honey! – Kira’s voice was soft, almost gentle. She passed me by without even glancing dropping her handbag on a chair. She smelled of someone else’s men’s perfume, cigarettes and sex.
- How was your day? – I asked quietly hating myself for asking that question every time.
Kira stopped at the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water, and took a few sips. Then she turned and looked at me as if for the first time that evening she’d noticed I existed.
- Fine. And you? Have you been jerking off to other people’s Instagram photos all day at the office again?
My cheeks flushed. I looked down at the floor. She chuckled.
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