When I open the door I greet 3 large black men. By the expressions on their faces, I know they see my wife sucking away at our bull’s cock. They wal... in and our bull tells his friends my wife’s name. He then looks at me and tells them, “that’s her husband, but you can just call him bitch.” Then he tells me, “get my friends a beer bitch.” I do as I’m told and hand them all a beer. They all says “thanks, bitch” and they all laugh. About that time our bull unloads in my wife’s mouth. He tells her. Not friend Dan. Not fuck buddy Dan. Just manager Dan. But apparently they were a group thing. You either got all or none. Dan hasn't spoken to her since she fired him. She can kind of understand it, she had ridden his dick to stardom after all. She just wishes he could get over it and they could go back to how it was before."CHECK YOUR CONTRACT."What the fuck is he talking about?The contract was a joke. It was just a cute little thing he drew up when they started out to make themselves feel. ..or have one at his. I said his. So followed his car out and off behind him.We parked outside his house and went inside together. Even though we had been in touch for ages and talked about everything under the sun being face to face still felt awkward. He made us a tea and we went into his lounge. Making some chit chat, he then said he could put on a DVD.As he sat back on the sofa next to me, slightly closer this time. A gay DVD started playing ...like a roman toga type of thing.He then. "A gentleman doesn't look." Mum giggled as she sat wantonly with her legs apart and Jill's black-gloved hand ran slowly up between them to gently caress the front of her panties."A gentleman wouldn't plan on filming his mother and her lover undressing each other would he?" I asked with a leer as I reluctantly closed the door on the deliciously erotic twosome."In that case." Jill kissed mum's neck and flicked a tongue into her ear, "I think a little drink or two at a hotel on the way home is.