I knew Rob would always be there for my wife and so when he began staying over at our house when I was gone it was a non-issue. I was happy she had so...ebody there she could count on if she needed him. One Friday things took a turn. Rob called me at the office around eight that night. I was out of the country and it had been six weeks since I had left that time. Rob was being super great about the situation but I also knew my wife was a little worked up with my extended absence. I finally worked. Sliding his dick out of her he groaned, he was still hard after coming once inside her. It felt like most wonderful in the world but he was still hard. Looking at her dripping pussy he felt and incredible urge to eat her. His brain no longer working he crawled down and lowered his head. Oh god her musky smell was drugging his senses. He stuck out his tongue to tremulously taste her juices. It tasted so sweet and so delicious that he slid his tongue inside her and felt her pussy reacting by. A sadistic grin lit his face as he murmured in my ear. ‘Hello there, baby doll. Time for the party to begin.’ With a hiss I spit in his face, my hand reaching for the pipe.. it seemed only inches from my fingers. I could feel them brush the cool metal. The man roared at me, hatred pouring from his dark eyes as he lifted the knife. My fingers slipped around the metal and I lifted it just as the knife plunged into my chest. Amidst the sounds of the man’s laughter, all went dark. *** *** *** ***. What I had fantasized most about was big cocks, and especially big black cocks. I looked back and he was still looking at me. I was so nervous I didn't know what to do. He walked over and sat beside me. His cock was so big and had a huge head on it. I wanted to suck it bad. He started rubbing my leg. he then started rubbing my cock, which I wasn't sure about, I didn't even know what a bottom or a top was yet, and I didn't know what I was, but I did know I just wanted to suck and be fucked. He.