He buried his head in the pillows, moaning in pain. I slid in deeper and deeper. God it was so tight, it felt so good I could feel myself starting to ...pasm. mentally forced myself not to cum.I slid slowly back and forth inside Aden's creamy hole, feeling the sensation of him backing into me and his fleshy buttocks padding against my hips. After 20 minuets or so, he moaned loudly and I knew he was cumming. I felt sad that his seed was wasted on the sheets, but I hammered him hard until he. I’d be damned if I’d fold them neatly and hand them to him. Then I lay on top of my bed and cried myself to sleep.When I woke up I had no idea what time it was because I didn’t even have a fucking clock. I turned on my light switch and found a note on my door that I hadn’t seen earlier. It read: If you need me just ring the bell but only once please. It was even signed love, Dad.Fuck that shit I pushed that damn button a hundred fucking times but he didn’t come. There were metal bars on my. Following the trail I worked out there was more than two people involved. I could recognize my wife's clothes, but also came up with what appeared to be two pairs of men's pants! As I went up the stairs I could hear sounds of a serious fucking, my wife was crying out and was begging to be fucked harder. At the top of the stairs I had a perfect view of our bedroom. This view included my wife and two huge black cocks. She had one thrusting in and out of her pussy, and the other wagging across her. And then he just held it there and ejaculated, while bicycling his legs and rocking his hips from side-to-side (just for the record, Ray and I have always preferred deep sperm ejaculations during intercourse).And that's when I first realized that something was definitely "wrong." I could feel the back pocket of my vagina quickly getting sopping-wet. And I instantly knew that it wasn't my own "wetness." It was Ray's.The strangest part about all this, was that I didn't get scared or freaked out.