." Stimulating?" Beth chuckled. "So you raced out to have sex with an old fat woman?" I wouldn't call it that," Rick argued. "More like 'most incredib...e'..." Embarrassed, he shut up.So Beth filled it in for him, "Slut?" I was going to say 'piece of ass'..." Rick hung his head. "I guess that isn't any too polite."Beth smiled crookedly. "Not for most girls, but I'll take it in the spirit in which it was intended. But what about Candace?"Rick grimaced. "Sex aside, Candace is a pain!"Beth shrugged.. He folded me into his arms and kissed me on the top of my head.I didn’t hug him back. While I did like being in his arms, I was upset and not ready to forgive. I felt the tears fall down my face and sniffled several times. He groaned and hugged me tighter.“Damn it, Trixy, I’m not worth your tears. I’m a bastard to live with. I’m never home, and we’ll end up arguing and then we won’t be able to stand the sight of each other. It won’t work Trixy.”I pushed him away. I was spitting mad now. “Fuck. Black men, in my experience (sorry white guys), not only seem to be endowed with bigger cocks, but they seemed to know how to use them much better with a woman's pussy!Anyway---After about 6 or 7 years after Mike and I had been married (and after we'd been living the cuckold lifestyle for about as long), it started to become obvious that there were a growing number of other couples (white, mainly, and either married or just dating) that were interested in trying that lifestyle for themselves;. Naughty, perhaps, but not bad.From that point on, my primary masturbatory fantasy was no longer Bunny, or the "Barely Legal" models, or even the adorable Japanese schoolgirls. It was my precious, innocent, cuddlesome, sexy, sassy, taunting, teasing, fuckable beloved former tomboy of a daughter!I must tell you, this development generated an incredible level of stress for me. I didn't want this fixation – who would? I found myself getting testier and testier around my daughter, short with my.