. and your worst was the best I craved.Lately, however, you've grown more resistant to my recurring teasing. Have I overdone it? Have the constant lit...le snide remarks hurt you? Have you grown weary of our game? Or have you lost interest in your Princess as you used to call me? Have you lost these warm feelings that we vowed each other or do you just need a nudge in a new direction? A nudge, maybe, sparking the cooled flame anew or are the embers already burnt to a mere pile of ash?You never. I contemplated not wearing underwear, but I couldn’t shake all of my upbringing off at once. I got there early, and just like last time, he came in, took the seat next to me and asked if he could use my pen. Coolly, I handed him the pen, which grinning he took with his right hand while sliding his left between my legs. Right away I could tell that the skirt was a much better idea. His fingers were much closer to my pussy and felt that much better. Almost immediately a wet spot began to grow on. After feeling a few other cocks with my hand over the years, I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise that I eventually would want to try sucking one. I told my wife that I wanted to clean up a cock with my mouth next time she brought someone home.So, it was only a few days later that she comes home with one of the guys from her office. He was black! Not dark brown or something like that. This guy was black. He was taller than me and I'm six foot four. He was incredibly built too, later we found. He could feel himself get more agitated and excited and it took all his efforts not to rush things. He slowly inserted the tip of his finger in her pussy, careful not to push to hard, and reassured her that she was doing great. He slid his finger in a little further, feeling her tight pussy clamp around it, and pushed a little more. Probing the inside of her pussy, he pulled his finger out and boldly slid a second one in. Hearing no objection on Jennifer's part, he decided to brave a third one..