I loved the feeling of the cum in me.To a degree, Ben, who was 40 when I was 20, I took advantage of me for several years. But, I was young and dumb a...d just wanted the attention. I liked being fucked and played with and actually looked forward to Ben because I did have those wonderful orgasms. I didn't know how to be romanced. My heart wanted the romance, my body craved the sex. My body won. But, my heart was empty.Yes, I understand. I'm not making excuses. Writing this, I reflected on a. Again, the whole time she was replaying the story to me, I could sense a new level of excitement in her body by how she moved. Maybe, just maybe, my wife was actually thinking about fucking a black guy. She finally finished the story and we fucked like mad. I slept like a million bucks that night, but really wondered what was going through her mind.Neither one of us really spoke of that night and I was kind of apprehensive about asking my wife "so would you like to fuck a black cock?" The topic. I’ll think about it.”At the lab, I asked two of the unmarried blokes for an idea. They were both disgustingly obscene, but one named Kelly’s Beach Resort in Bundaberg. The other suggested Mon Repos, both the walking track and the turtle centre. So I called Kelly’s and booked a room for the 15th and 16th. The man on the phone told me I’d need a ticket for us to get to see the turtles – “if they arrive” – apparently they were “a bit late” this year. Driving south on Sunday might not be fun, but. "Wait, let the man talk," Bill said coming up behind her and putting his arms around her."Please, Jeff. We've been so worried," Kathy continued at the same time Bill was talking, not giving Jeff time to respond."Kathy. Hush!" Bill's voice softly commanded in her ear as he tightened his arms. "Let him talk."Kathy took a breath and held it for a moment, obviously forcing herself to relax in Bill's welcome arms.Jeff smiled despite himself, thinking about what he and Diana had just been talking.