She was untouched, unused for a man’s hands, a man’s lips, a man’s body. If I pushed her too fast, she’d turn me down or resist my advance. I ...ould have to work harder to bring her to bed so I stopped myself. She closed the door of the wash room.She came out after 5 minutes looking in my eyes. She asked me, “Happy, now tell me what all you will do for me.” I looked at her boobs again and said, “Anything and everything that you want.” She said, “You are a cunning asshole, let’s finish this work. He grabs her arm and pulls her to her feet, roughly turning her around and bending her over. Cynthia gasps and smiles, her hair in her face and her breath coming in quick puffs. She props herself up on her hands, her legs spread wide. Robert flips her pretty dress up over her ripe ass, revealing two firm cheeks beneath the simplest white cotton panties.He pushes her panties down before tearing them free. The sound of tearing cotton is seemingly loud in the six foot hole. Robert tosses them. But I was so dedicated to my marriage that I left these feelings to my innermost thoughts and shunned them from my real life. Not, because of any racial prejudices but because I was committed to my marriage. Anyhow, my husband was whispering into my ear this particular morning about a big black man laying between my legs and pushing his big stiff cock into me until I was stretched almost beyond my limits. It wasn’t long before he was asking me if I liked the way that big dark piece of. I tried to wiggle away.His grip was firm; he followed me with his cock. “Where ya goin’. I thought this is what you wanted? You said you wanted it; I’m gonna give it to ya.” As I braced myself against the back of the sleeper, the trucker pulled me back to the edge of the mattress. “That’s it, boy, brace up for a good, hard fuck.”This time, he did not allow me time to get my rhythm; he started slamming his cock into my ass. Using my hips for leverage, he pulled my ass to him with as much force.