..he awright......see". I looked back and saw the clerk grinning and nodding in approval. Well, this was very interesting. I'm standing in front of ... gorgeous black man with a what looks like a huge cock bulge and he's hitting on me. "OK......lets go" I said. In a flash he opened the door and before I knew it he had the door closed and locked and that awesome cock out and I was on my knees sucking it like there was no tomorrow. I laid the shoulder straps of my cami top aside and let my. He knew she'd be waiting for him asleep, under the covers of their bed. She would have one of her outfits on under the covers, and when he pulled them back slowly, she would wake up and start to play the role of whatever she was dressed as. He tried to guess what she would have on tonight. Would it be her Sex Slave outfit, maybe the French Maid, maybe the vintage Flight Attendant? Maybe it would be something new, or one she hadn't worn in a while. He couldn't wait to find out.When he got home,. It’s a though she had squirted a bottle of lube DEEP into herself. “My God” I proclaimed, “You’re so wet!” as I began thrusting into her.“You like that, honey?” she asked rhetorically. “I do!” was all I could get out as I thrusted my hips and rammed my pole into her. “That’s it, baby” she began to chant “take what you think is yours. fuck it good”I was thrusting into her when her comment took me back for a moment, yet then I got lost again in my own world. She was deliriously wet, and my cock. Gianni moaned signaling that he was close to cumming. I wanted his seed. I wanted to feel him erupt in my mouth and I wanted to taste his cum. The realization of that fact shook me to the core. My wife had been right. I was a cock slut. I was her cock slut and I liked it.“Not yet,” my wife said loudly as she pulled me off Gianni’s hard, throbbing dick. She moved Steve in front of me and smiled.My eyes traveled slowly over Steve’s hard athletic body. He looked much different than his Italian.