So after a few month of her going to the gym she made a friend,prince. I was super jealous the day she came home and told me about him and how it all ...tarted. Kinda blew her off and noticed I didn't want to hear about it. So a few days pass and I get back from a trip and come back home. But before I got there my wife told she was going to the gym and I was like okay. So when I open my front door I see a black dude in my living room. I was confused. Then my wife come from the kitchen with drinks. Four months passed by and we grew a nice rapport between us since that incident. We talked regularly and I visited her apartment frequently. My heart yearned for her with the time passed by and I always masturbated whenever I was in her apartment.I had mixed feelings for her. My lust to share the bed with her filled my heart. She used to try the sarees we bought together and flaunt her curves and asked me if she was not sexy enough to have a man in her life. She didn’t know that I crushed my. A man who lucked onto a woman who was willing to fuck his brains out. Elaina was already becoming a memory he knew he would wax nostalgic for when an old man in a senior's home. Charles would encourage any grandkids to never be shy of inviting strangers to share in your life. But there was more to this woman. Where was Elaina's husband? Does he know his wife fucks men she meets outside of the neighbourhood Starbucks? Does he know that the woman he honeymooned with sucked every last of. I have wanted him for months. I have wanted to feel him do the things I could only imagine, as we chatted online. Just thinking about what I want those hands to do to me, makes my legs tremble and grow weak. I hear the sound of a zipper as he unzips his pants; I look back, wanting to see his cock in real life. But I don’t get the chance as he moves in quickly and I feel the head of his cock as he rubs it over my slit, teasing me. I want to cry out in frustration, needing to feel him fill me. I.