"What's wrong?" I asked her, mentally I had pictured her reclined on a sofa and I was pouring warmed oil over her belly which (in this fantasy) was ab...urdly white. "Just some personal stuff. You don't want to hear about," she responded and nibbled unenthusiastically at her sandwhich. 'Sure I do,' I said, careful not to come on too strong. There was a long silence before she began to speak, not looking directly into my eyes and seemed a little shy about what she was about to say. "My husband. Im not sure who reached over 1st but before we knew it, me and Gavin were stroking each others and before long we found out that his dick was big enough for both me and Taylor to grab it and stroke it together.Gavin worked my dick with is right hand and Taylor’s with his left. We did that awhile before we all took hold of our own dick’s and watched each other jack. It was probably a funny sight, the 3 of us leaning back on the bed jerking and breathing hard while studying how each of us was. Belinda didn't care much for his bragging but she was impressed with his designer clothes and $5,000 gold watch that he flashed in everyone's eyes whenever he had a chance. His name was Igor Valentine and he insisted it was his real name and not something he had picked from some romance magazine.She had never cheated on her husband Jimmy except for her justifiable dalliance with his best man Harold but she did have some dreadful fantasies of Igor spanking her bare behind with the arm that wore. Then he added "You will be imprinted on his brain forever more."He paused for a moment letting the words sink in. "Do it with him.. put him out of his misery.. show him what its like to have the real thing instead of masturbating over it. You know he wants you, he's mad for you.... he wants you more than his own fiancee, baby. Give him something to tell his friends.... how he fucked this gorgeous much older, married white chick who lived next door just before he got married and whats more did.