blackpower

I turned 51 last month. And some time ago, I stopped satisfying my wife, Melony. She will soon be 49 years old. She retained all her feminine beauty and allure. Her hair was thick, her breasts large and soft, and her figure still appealed to men.

I watched her slowly move to the music that evening at our house. We had invited Caleb, a 29-year-old black man, to dinner. I had once interacted with him at work. And that’s when my wife noticed him.

He always exuded immense strength, was tall and confident. We spent time in the living room after dinner. Melony turned on some jazz and moved slowly near Caleb holding a glass. She smiled and literally glowed with sexuality and femininity. I watched from the sidelines trying to concentrate on reading the news. Caleb, meanwhile, was devouring my wife with his eyes. A sly smirk never left his face.

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