" He softly replies with "you're welcome." "Hey Michael...?" "Y...Yes" (I lean in and whisper in his ear) "do you want to have some... Fun?" He turned...around with my arms still around his neck. He had this, almost happy/nervous look on his face. He slowly nodded yes. I said, "then come here." This little perv started kissing me the best he could. Shoving his tongue in my mouth. He started to reach for my tits, so I helped him move a little faster. I pushed his had up against me. I felt so hot. In the morning I was gone before she was awake. I’d get home, eat something or other and go to bed, get up early and the whole thing would start again. So it was on that fateful Friday. We’d been married about 3 years when that world and everything I valued came to an end. I came home from work late Friday evening, as I had all week, to find that Bev had moved out. Everything, and I mean everything, that could have been considered hers was gone, including our car. Well, actually it was hers, I. Yet, here I was sucking a much younger black guy's big hard cock, my own cock equally hard, although much smaller, and inexplicably finding it oddly natural and extremely arousing."Oh yeah, Mr. white faggot, take more of me into that cock sucking mouth of yours," he ordered, as I was only taking a third of his cock in and out of my mouth... my cock flinching in my pants as he called me faggot and cock sucker, and reminded me of my whiteness.And I obeyed, trying to please him, trying to take. "I'm taking some lunch with me, so don't expect me back until early afternoon," she called to Philip and Sylvia as she left the house. Julie was convinced by now that Philip and Sylvia had been making love, it was so obvious from the sly glances they gave each other. Obviously Philip's regretting he ever invited me to his house, she fumed. Well... I'll come back in a little while and check up on what's going on... unless I'm very much mistaken, I'm going to catch them fucking.Julie had been on.