"With that he guided his long hard cock to the entrance to my open pussy and slipped the head inside, my god even that stretched me! He then gradually...lowered me onto his giant phallus, all the time kissing me, licking my nipples. I was in heaven.I looked over to Rob who was sitting on the bed watching, his long hard cock in both hands stroking himself again, I can't imagine what it must have been like for him, watching his darling wife being fucked by this huge black Adonis and her enjoying. This was too weird. I looked up at him and said I’m done. He stood there and looked down at me and said “ok”.I just stayed there kneeling in front of him thinking about what I had just done. I thought that this was something that I never would have thought I would do. My brain was on overdrive. He then told me that he understood how I felt but that I should try again. After some thought, I opened my mouth and again took in the head of his cock. It felt strange, not the cock, but just the idea. It was ten inches and thick around as my wrist at the base and slightly tapering to the head which was a fat mushroom. I actually moaned when I saw it glowing there in the light from the CRT TV blaring porn. The owner of that gorgeous monster cock stepped up to the gloryhole and fed it through. I knelt down before it in awe and lightly ran my hand over it, tugging gently and hefting the weight of it. It felt like the handle to Excalibur. I lifted it up and sniffed it and it smelled clean. It’s all arranged. My folks are having Sean, Gary IS coming over Saturday night, he WILL fuck you and I WILL watch - so get used to that idea! You’ll do as you’re told, like you always do!” And that, as far as Mark was concerned, was the end of the discussion. For the rest of the week I thought of nothing else. Since marrying Mark and giving up work, he was right – I had always done as he told me. I had done everything he’d ever asked. I had become his “milk-maid” and remained his “milk-maid”,.