“Hey you”.. I grinned and passed her, her vodka. She took it back in one shot and slammed the glass down. Thanks, I needed that” she said “I�...m sorry I was not on my game today, its just that I could really use some time off you know, these schedules are killing me”. You have been working to much then”? I asked “maybe you should take a break and enjoy yourself a bit more” She smiled that lovely smile and stepped close to me. I can still smell her perfume, which at the time was making my heart. I watched my Black lover position himself behind me and prepared myself for the assault. "First," I said, "get some good lubricant from my pussy." He slid his "little" dick into my pussy and stroked it in and out a few times to get it good and wet. The he withdrew and I felt his Black cock pushing at my asshole trying to get in. "OH GOD!" I moaned loudly as he worked his cock in and out pushing it further each time. "I never thought I'd have a big nigger cock in my ass!" "It's so tight it. When he came through the door, I just knew he’d been fucking around. All those strange changes to his scent suddenly made sense – they were his craigslist tramps. I came over and kissed him hello, trying to mask my anger and the fact that I, too, was about to become one of those tramps. He gave a half-assed excuse for his absence and asked if I’d been home long. I thought about flat-out lying, but remembered that the kids did know when they came home. I told the truth. He seemed a but. I had no doubt whatsoever, and the passage of time only made my desire for this increase. The thing was ... what to do about it? Louise was as religious, as conservative, and as dedicated to the church as ever. She was a straight arrow, and I couldn't see how the direct approach ("Darling, would you mind terribly if I brought a few of my horny friends around and let them have a go at you?") could ever work. In fact, I was scared to talk to her about the subject at all.One night, though, I had.