This is my experience, even if all the words and actions were not mine, and even if the names have been changed (which they most certainly have!). Cha...ter One: To set the scene My name is John and at 34 years of age, three long years after my first marriage had been declared over, I finally gave up on my so-called ‘life’ in London. I want to tell you about that transition, and what I discovered. I think it will take several chapters, and since I’m new to this writing thing, even as I tap at my. Amazingly, five minutes later my phone rang. To my great relief the verdict was; “Sure, Trigger and I would love to come to dinner.”That Wednesday and Thursday evening I planned the dinner meticulously. I wanted it to be spectacular.If I may digress at this point; allow me to tell you about my mother who was quite simply the best cook I had ever met. In short, if anyone gave her their best recipe, well… she would improve on it. In my lifetime I would never need to buy a single cookbook. I had. I watched her every movement. Her hands rose up and slipped beneath the straps of her dress pulling them over the sides of her shoulders. She wiggled her arms out of the straps next as my cock started to grow. There was a slight hesitation for what came next but she moved past it as if it did not happen. She pulled the dress down further so it was hunched up above her waist then she bent over and pulled each of her legs free one at a time. My instincts were thrashing hard against my will. Thats fucking hot as hell she was saying to me… suck that black cock baby, suck it and make him cum…. that I did… I was about 3 minutes into and he exploded a load that made me gag but I took it all and you should have heard the wife… she fingered her pussy hard as I was taking the load and she fucking squirted her juices all over me… that was the most I had ever seen her squirt… the back of my neck and shirt was soaked!…. She then got on all fours and told me to fuck her hard! So I did and as.