Here was my dominant husband, the one for whom I live to please, being utterly dominated by a true man. There he was, hunkered over on our bed with hi... white ass sticking in the air and his asshole stretched by a thick black dick. When he saw me, he was startled and tried to get up, but Derrell pushed him back on the bed, called him a "white bitch" and kept fucking his ass. I sat down on the armchair and watched my husband get ass-fucked. I was really and truly conflicted. It wasn't the sex,. She continued to give him tips, and she wasn't shy telling him what he was doing right or wrong. Within minutes, he was doing much better. In fact, he got her so worked up that she had to stifle her urge to cry out.They went on like this for several minutes, until both of them were so aroused they couldn't stand it anymore. They needed more.Alan found himself planting small kisses up and down her neck while he fondled her. As her sexy moans grew louder, he said, "I'm getting pretty good at. ... oh fuck..." Mags panted heavily, and I allowed for a few moments to let her ass get used to my cock inside it. After half a minute during which I lovingly caressed her ass and lower back I pushed forward a bit more, my cock edging inside of her little by little. Mags didn't make a sound, concentrating as she was on letting her ass accept my cock, her breathing coming in short bursts. After a minute I was fully in her ass, my balls touching her asscheeks, the entire length of my cock wrapped. ? She shifts, her arms spreading to her sides,her back arching and stretching.? Herlegs part and her toes point forward.? Ismile as I hear a few cracks and pops as she slowly rouses her body, as shegets blood circulating after a peaceful sleep.?But she has not opened her eyes as yet...she has not come to fullconsciousness...she has not felt the sun on her flesh.? She is soft and warm beside me, her lipssmiling softly, perhaps a remnant of a dream fading fast as she climbs out fromslumber's.