With every passing landmark, every passing cross-street, Paul became more and more anxious. By the time he was standing at the threshold of the Sparro...s Nest room #9s door, his heart sounded like a bass drum reverberating through his whole body. Despite the burning eagerness that drove him here so briskly, Paul hesitated outside Marcys door for almost 2 minutes while he grappled one last time with his misgivings about what would surely happen once he stepped through that door. Eventually, he. I was made to bend over the end of the bed and as I was reposition my holes I was told to tell all how much I was enjoying being used. I started by just expressing my total enjoyment at being a fuck toy and how my body had had so many orgasms that I had lost count. I wanted this to keep going and for every cock to get what they wanted from this whore. I was told to name this slut using everything I could think of as the first of the second wave of cocks entered my ass. I kept talking as his. Both Chris and David loved tormenting my wife. They both said she was smoking hot, but she also was feisty, and so they gave her a hard time any way they could. For about three years after both friends returned, they were regulars at our house. They both were ultra respectful of my wife and at the same time protective of her. I always knew when they were around even if I was working that she was safe, while neither of them would ever let anything happen to her, nor would they take advantage of. He said that was cool and how long I would be before I got there.My heart started racing and I had never seriously thought of being with a black guy before. I knew there was something missing from my current relationship and perhaps being with a black guy could be it. He was 25 minutes away, but his dick looked too good to pass up. He was fine with the wait so I threw on some clothes, took a whores bath, and away I went. Every few minutes he would ask me how much longer I would be before I got.