She was saying the filthiest things as we drove home. In the past I have always edited out the dirtiest things Liz would say. I see no reason to anymo...e. We have recently reached the point and agreed that our marriage is now open as long as it stays private. Liz and I do not want our family, friends or business colleagues to have any inkling. I don't want to jeopardize my career and Liz comes from a very wealthy background. The knowledge that Liz has been fucked by as many as six black guys in. I was his slut, his bitch, his cock fucker, his cunt and each time he came out with a different name I could swear I could feel his cock getting bigger inside me. He was getting really turned on with fucking a young, virgin ass his thrusts were getting so strong and so deep in me that I didn’t know how much more I could take.He fucked me this way for over an hour with a few variations in speed and occasionally withdrawing and then ramming his tool back in me to the hilt and I started to wonder. Bill's bucket of Champagne splits was still on the bottom shelf, so I filled it with a little ice and took the bucket outside. I sat on the porch for almost 2 hours waiting for Bill, managing to knock off 3 bottles and then falling asleep. I must have been a sight."Carree? Carree... CARREE!" I heard in my ear."What?" I answered groggily. "Leave me alone, wake me for work." Carree, it's 8 damn o'clock and you're smashed on our porch! WAKE UP! Don't make me make a scene out here." Bill said.I was. She had promised me all sorts of anal rewards for the favor and I was silly enough to believe every word she wrote with erotic flavor. I figured it was worth the gamble because she had certainly delivered the goods to me in the cleaning closet both times I had visited her to get the details on prison life. In fact, she had spoiled me with her tightness and her skilled movements when I had her from behind stuffed inside so deep that we were like one person with four feet on the floor.Cuba didn’t.