"Hey" I said gently, "nothing to be embarrassed about, you probably hit the wrong channel as you were turning the set off." It was lame, but she looke... at me gratefully and went back upstairs without a word.I looked out the window and observed a well maintained backyard. I thought of the scene I had just seen on television and a vivid picture of Ellen in her shower, sprang into my mind. Ellen soaping her firm breasts, pink nipples hardening, her hands then moving slowly down to her taut. I turned around to see old Morey motioning to me with the crook of his finger. ‘Henry boy,’ Morey kept his voice low, ‘Ain’t your getting a tad old for comic books?’ I noticed a distinct ‘Old Morey sneer’ creeping across the old-timer’s face, ‘That depends, Mr. Morrison, on what you all mean by old. Look here, you are still calling me Henry Boy.’ ‘I know that,’ old Morey sounded exasperated. ‘It’s just because old habits are hard to break. I still think you are a mite old for comics.’ I knew. Jake announced to both of us that now her pussy was black owned as she could now take his full cock he now wanted to black own her ass! Now this didn’t best please me as the arrangement was that my wife’s ass was mine and mine alone, as I wasn’t a normal cuckold who would just sit and watch, the arrangement was that I wasn’t allowed to fuck her pussy anymore, but as I had needs we had all agreed that I could fuck her in the butt anytime I demanded and she could continue to fuck Jake. I loved to. Things went on like this for few months. I too never minded being in boxers in front of her.One fine day we had a sort of cold war and didn’t talk with her, after few weeks she came to my home. I was on the floor and was in shorts with nothing on top. She came to my room and sat in doggy position and looked into my eyes and started to smile. Her boobs were hanging in front of my eyes and me fount it hard to take my eyes off from her boobs. She started to laugh and asked to concentrate on.