"I love watching you have fun like that. We need to do more of that this week, Honey. Much more."She didn't slow her dance, but her pretty face took o... a calculated look for just an instant."Really?" It's why we came," Sam assured her, though he wasn't yet feeling so certain himself.Sleep didn't come easy to Sam that night, just like it hadn't after the initial virtual meeting with Rupertt and the early private chat room stages of planning his wife's conversion to black cock addict. He couldn't. “You really have a nice place Ted” He picked up the magazine and thumb through it. Reggie explained his disappearance. He started with graduation and explained he went to New York landing a job as a board-op for a radio station. He didn’t really explain how he ended up at my door. He informed me that he had a part-time job as a valet. He talked and I listen while I prepared our dinner. The pasta was good and the company was even better. It was nice to have someone else in my home. I was. Supper was over, much cleanup had taken place and we were all laughing about having our meals served with explosive fucking. Would that happen each time we ate? “Dinner and an orgasm”, a sploodge, an old theme played out on what we did. I told them about Lilly’s dessert idea and I wondered if they would ever like to try that. “How hungry are you anyway?”, I asked. “We don’t need pudding when we have you Puddin-Penis”, laughed the wife. I looked down at Fern with her lips dangling gizem and got. The bottle moved and after three more pushes she shat it out of her. It was covered in goo. She started to lick it clean, and then offered it to me. I pushed her over on the bed, and then dragged her to sit on the end of the bed with her knees pushed back on her shoulders. Her shithole was still gaping open. I dived in and had my fill of her dirt box delights with my tongue. Then she had her revenge. She pushed and pissed right in my eyes. I started to laugh, but her piss.