He was a black guy from the neighborhood, just across the street.I was sure this bastard was fucking my sensual wife; but Ana had claimed I was a perv...rt by thinking about it. She denied everything.Phil smiled at me and he asked about going fishing on Friday.Just then my sexy wife came outside, when she heard I was talking to someone. Anita was wearing her light green bikini, as she had been sunning herself at the back yard.My wife greeted Phil and asked me if I could drive her to Camilla’s. But he was drunk now - well and truly drunk, his head was spinning andhe hardly even remembered to suck on the enourmous nipple in his mouth.He turned his head and the nipple came out, still dripping and squirtingshowers of cream, and it squirted and dribbled onto his face, into hisblond hair. The two Moniques at his breasts slowed their sucking, andthen they stopped too, loosing his nipples from their mouths. Jacklooked at his nipples. The were so swollen and enlarged, almost red nowinstead. ‘Jarrod, please come back inside. There’s been enough trouble. Come dance with me?’ I knew she was right and the guy was really hurting. I let go of his throat and turned around to go back in when all of a sudden Jen hauled off and slapped the guy so hard across the face his teeth had to rattle. ‘Explain that bruise to your wife, you bastard,’ said Jen. ‘Next time I won’t be so forgiving.’ I was proud of my wife. She wanted to again prove to me that she could take care of herself. That night. But I survived the brutal kiss. He finally straightened up and spun me around. He bent me over and pressed my face up against the glass. Seconds later I felt the head of his massive cock trying to gain entrance to my hungry pussy.I spread my legs as far apart as I could. I reached between my thighs to grab his gnarled cock. I guided the red knob at the tip to my drooling pussy and struggled to line it up.He wasn't making it easy. He kept trying to drive his cock into me before I had it in.