Melissa had been acting funny for a bit, distracted like she wanted to tell me something but could not bring herself to do so. One evening I sat her down and asked her what was wrong, she could not look at me. Eric was a bit of a jerk, he had once made a pass at her at a party, he was drunk but she fended him off. Basically if she won he would have to do her monthly reports for a month. I pressed her for what would happen if Eric won. What did he want. The thought flashed in my mind of my wife with her hand around Eric's black cock. I was angry, and yet the thought also intrigued me.
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I always dreamed of watching my wife being fucked by a well hung black man. We role play in bed and one of our favorite "plays" is when she's raped by a black man with a very large cock. I decided to set up the real thing without her knowledge because I know her and she would never agree to it. Our anniversary was coming up and we decided to go out to dinner and then get a honeymoon suite for some fun. Without her knowledge I found a black man on Craigslist who was interested. I met him and told him that I wanted him to fuck my wife but she would pretend to fight him.
Warning; contents may offend some readers; graphic descriptions of forced interracial sex please do not continue if there is a possibility it may upset you. It had been nice lying on the sandy bottom in the cool water and she was now feeling quite refreshed. The drive in the old troop-carrier had been hot and dusty seeing as most of the vehicle's windows were missing. Then of course to be jammed in the middle of the front seat between the two black men in the heat of the tropical midday sun; the sweat had poured out of her! She wasn't sure how the native owners put up with it. Cath enjoyed the more civilised luxuries of an air-conditioned car even if it was a four-wheel drive and one with good suspension to absorb the corrugations of the long and rough unsealed roads around these remote areas that she only ever rarely visited. Of course she was going to have to wait for that luxury a bit longer she thought, as she stood dripping. You see her husband Tom was waiting back down the road some kilometres away with their near new four-wheel drive. They had only that morning suffered another puncture after a piece of scrap metal took out the side wall of the right-hand rear tyre.