I want to make love to his enormous cock. My fantasy is that my husband is to introduce himself, buy the black man a drink and start a conversation. ...Next, after a drink or two, mention how many times I’ve expressed how much I enjoy working with him. Then slowly, switch the conversation over to sex and see where it goes from there, see if he’s interested, see if he likes thin, attractive, mature ladies. If he was, then my husband would give me the signal and I would join them.I have a cute. .well, no, it doesn't happen everyday. But he...." Just then her cellphone rang and interruped her so sheanswered it."Amy just called, and she wants me to come over right now. So I'm goingto ride my bike to her house, okay?" He frowned at her. "Aren't youforgetting something young lady?" he asked. "What? Oh, you mean aboutBrian?" she asked. "Well....er...yeah...that too. But also there is asmall matter of the laundry, remember?" he replied. "Oh, that," she said,making a face.She stood up and. She was obviously enjoying this immensely. I was too, it felt great! But it was wrong, too. “Jenny, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I began to protest, but she cut me off. “Relax,” she said again, “I just want your cum and then we can be done with this if you’d like. Mmmm, if feels so good though. Doesn’t it?” She just wanted my cum? What? I knew she wanted another c***d, but this was crazy! How would she explain it if I knocked her up? I tried to explain that point of view. “Jenny, I know you. Saturday morning came and I saw that I had no choice. I pretended to be sick, and that was not far from the truth but the kids were eager to leave and Tom seemed intent on dragging me there. I put on some jeans and a blouse and we left to walk over there. As we walked down the street I took stock of my family. Tom was 36, a fairly successful attorney and his practice was just beginning to come into its own. After some hard years it looked like he was in the process of becoming one of the most.