I think I have discovered that my desire is to be dominated in the bedroom and very few white men can do that effectively.This has changed though. A f...w weeks ago I walked in on Dave getting topped by one of my black lovers. I was shocked. Here was my dominant husband, the one for whom I live to please, being utterly dominated by a true man. There he was, hunkered over on our bed with his white ass sticking in the air and his asshole stretched by a thick black dick. When he saw me, he was. Reaching another climax my body was ready to explode.Leaving the meat dept with plans to meet Phil again I winked at the other workers who were in the nearby aisles.Leaving the store relaxed and completely satisfied I headed to the school to pick up my son.Waiting for the school to let out I noticed some of his friends approaching my car."Hi, John went home early today since he didn't feel good this morning" his friend said as he approached my car.As he stood by the window I noticed him looking. Did he touch himself last night? yes. (getting more excited) did he fuck his wife that morning? yes. (more wet) i could feel myself breathing harder thinking about him with her. touching her. fucking her. this was insane!! but i wanted to know more.my husband reached over and touched me. it was early. he rubbed my back, moved down to my ass, around to my front. i was just waking up, and was still thinking about someone else. he reached down my pants. (is this what he does to her?) i moved my. She didn’t see him at first so she started busying herself shelving books. She pushed the cart to where the tables were, near the back of the room, and he was sitting at one of them taking some notes.“Well hello. This is a pleasant surprise,” he said, looking up. Her breath caught in her throat and she blushed, smiling. She noticed that his eyes lingered on her chest, and that made her blush more and she started to feel herself getting wet.“Oh, are you working on something, sir? Are you finding.