My mother says ‘Be careful, she has fooled you before.’ ‘Don’t worry mother, I’m not ready to believe her yet.’ I respond. ‘Take things...slow and maybe she is willing to be serious about the relationship this time.’ My mother responds. I decide that it is important to give my wife a chance to prove herself. After all it has been a year and a half. That and the fact she has not been able to even see her own son in a long time due to distance she lives from us. I call her back at about 8:00 a.m.. You’d better explain yourself, you fucking asshole!”I explained briefly how I met the women and about the cuckold and cheating encounters, and then apologized, saying, “I’m so sorry, honey, but you’ve been so busy at work and not interested in sex when you are home. Those ladies were hungry for some of my thick, black fuck meat, and I mistakenly may have rationalized that you’d be okay with it. You used to tease me back in London about how much the white wives wanted my cock, and I figured that. To Sam's relief Cindy seemed satisfied for the moment, and left theroom, leaving him wondering just what she'd do next. Several minuteslater though Cindy came back in, dropping several dolls in front ofSam. "Here. Play dolls," she told him.Sam protested, "I don't play with dolls." He glared at them in disgust."All little girls play with dolls," Cindy responded, glaring at himagain. On seeing the defiant look on Sam's face she continued, "If youdon't play with the dolls like a good girl,. She leaned back and opened her legs, presenting herself to me, still wet with both her juices and Miles's. One of her hands came around to the front and began to play with her slit.I burst out the wardrobe, the doors opening with a crash. I dropped my boxers down around my ankles and stepped jumped towards her.Harriet closed her legs and flinched into a sitting position. She turned away from me. "No," she said.I reached out and grabbed her by the arms. My brain still hadn't processed her words.