We shook hands after making a deal and I gave our address, saying I would wait for him as soon as he could come.After midnight the doorbell rang and t...ere it was the young guy.Ana went to open the door; wearing just a see through nighty and a pair of high heels. She received the black man and she dragged him directly to our bedroom. She kissed him deeply and then asked his name. He introduced himself as Buck.My sensual wife asked Buck to strip and she lay onto the bed facing down. She gasped. I opened the vegetable bin, and pulled out the largest zuchini we had, about 16 inches long, and 8 inches around, much bigger than her arm. I showed it to her, and said my weiner won’t hurt you, but this will, (I hope). I lubed it up with butter, and proceeded to work it in her pussy, until I was ramming it home as fast as I could, she must have cum 5 times, I pulled it out after her orgasm, and started trying to put it up her behind, and itI was tough going, she cried, and kept moving around. Her small, warm hand grabbed the shaft, feeling the stickiness. She felt the warmth of it, the power of it in the palm of her hand. She then pointed it toward her face, and settled her nose against the moist, sticky head of it. Then she inhaled powerfully, smelling the odour of her son's cock in her very soul. She took it from her nose again, making and breaking small strands of precum that connected his purple crown with the tip of her nose. Jennifer panted and so did Mark, as she then slowly. For some reason, I no longer viewed her as an abused wife, but as something that I could not define.I was in a position to watch as she placed the beans in their cart. She quietly spoke to him, but there was no response on his part. I knew that he heard her. I guess a normal man would have gathered up his wits and quietly left the premises. I was not normal.At one point, I thought that I saw Mister Nasty check me out, but I was not sure. Twice, the object of my eye looked my way, squinted her.