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I hadn’t been this horny since my teen years, and it was thrilling. That evening, we went out for dinner at ‘The Aroura Steak House’, one of our favorites, and then off to ‘The Loft’ for an evening of drinks and dancing; and of course, our highly anticipated meeting with Jeffery. By eleven, we were both getting tipsy and were ready to leave, but in hopes of meeting him, we stayed till closing at one-thirty. Lynda had flirted with several guys and danced with many of them, something she enjoys and I encourage. It makes me proud and I feel very lucky to be married to such a desirable woman, a sexy girl that other men just can’t resist, even though she’s obviously married. teen I think that’s a big part of my big cock desire to share her sexually. It’s the ultimate act of sharing and flaunting what I have. I like the thought of an incredibly lucky guy fucking the hottest woman in the world only because she’s hot for it and I let him have her. All the time he’s fucking her, he envies me because I can have her whenever I want. As much as he hopes to have just one more fuck with her; he knows he’ll only get his cock into her again if I feel like sharing her with him. But the biggest motivation for giving my wife to another man is the thrill and excitement she’ll have as she rides a strange cock. My hope is that she’d then share her experience with me in every imaginable way; read: sit on my face and feed me his load while giving me all the details of how he fucked her. As we slow danced the last song of the night, as much as we wanted to meet Jeff, we accepted the fact that he was a no-show. Then, a handsome, dark black man of about thirty-five startled us, seemingly appearing out of thin air as he stood right next to us. He was just a couple inches taller than Lynda, was well-proportioned and groomed, and dressed in a stylish black, silk shirt and gray dress slacks. He wore designer, amber glasses and was adorned with nice, conservative, gold jewelry. “Excuse me, Ed, may I have the rest of this dance with Lynda?” he asked. Not waiting for an answer, he stepped between us and took her in his arms. I retreated to our booth and watched as this man held my wife closer and closer with each step. Though it was dark, I could clearly see that he’d managed to lift the hem of her dress and had his big black hand planted firmly on her now exposed, lily white, bare ass cheek. He pulled her against his humping bulge while she straddled one of his legs and matched his gyrations. I was certain that if the song didn’t end soon, he’d be fucking her right there on the dance floor. It really surprised me as Solo I’d never seen her let anyone treat her that way. I just chalked it up to the fact we had been celebrating hard, and she was quite inebriated. When the music ended and the lights came up, the man followed Lynda to our table where he slid in next to me, pulling Lynda in after him. “You have a beautiful wife, Ed. She’s invited me to follow you home so I can present an offer to both of you. I hope that’s okay with you?” he asked, knowing I really had nothing to say about it at that point. Arm-in-arm with my wife, he escorted us to our car. He gently kissed my wife on the lips and said he’d be right back with his vehicle. Momentarily, he was there with a new Maserati, ready to follow our old Ford Escort station wagon to the house. “Who homemade the fuck is he?” I asked, knowing Lynda was wondering the same. As soon as we arrived, I made drinks, then joined them in the living room. Jeff had already taken a seat on the couch next to Lynda, leaving no room for me except to sit next to him with my wife on the other side. Lynda’s thong lay on the floor in front of them and her dress was up high enough to reveal a nicely shaved pubis. Her legs were spread, amateur allowing Jeffrey’s hand to explore her inner thigh all the way up to her gaping, wet pussy while she squeezed a large bulge through his slacks. When I sat, Jeff began speaking as if their behavior were nothing more than a casual hand hold, “First, let me explain just a little about the offer you read about in my add. My father owns a private island in the Bahamas and has a rather palatial estate there. During the masturbation summer months, he finds it too hot for his liking and leaves it for me to use as I please. Let me show you some pictures,” he said as he worked his phone with one hand while his other was busy pleasuring my wife. I had to moan as well. Their tongues licked Solo and twirled around those buds, slicking her areolas. I don’t give masturbation a fuck if she changes back afterward, she just needs to be out of Willowbud.” How was this teen maniac so virile? I caught my breath. Sliding from side to side on the saddle with that diamond there would have been a real problem. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I shook my head, feeling so tired as Zanyia scrambled over Aingeal, eager to sixty-nine with the faerie. "Don’t worry about it" he said casually. After the mail, he searched sexual sites for ‘big cocks’. “I hope you’ll give me a big job tonight, Ross,” Maria winks at him. Lexi climbed back onto the bed, like a cat in heat, crawled over to me, placed her hand on my chest pushing me back and pinning me down as she climbed on homemade top of me straddling my legs. I have amateur always been fascinated with tits. She kept her lips tightly closed believing that a kiss was too intimate, but her resistance only lasted a few seconds. She’s always got these tight big cock t-shirts on.” The last bus to the south” I looked around at the busses. Now a bit harder, my penis rested further up my lower stomach.