But I knew him through a mutual friend. His name was John. Dean was quite upset with this. So, I went to meet John, he was happy to meet me after a lo...g time.His side of the story was that he met Ayesha in a party and slowly, they got very close. He often fucked her and often, Ayesha used to disappear randomly giving lame excuses. I understood why. He told me that she was a complete whore and he and his roommate fucked her mostly at weekends.Then I went and told Dean the entire story. He was. ” “Ah,” said Mrs T. "I could smell the hormones, the bedroom is full of them. Do you want me to change the sheets?” “Naa,” I replied. “Sal’ will be back in a couple of days, they’ll do until then.” “Anything sticky that needs washing?” She asked with a grin. “Sorry," she said, "That was a bit too personal, I withdraw the question. I assume that you won’t require anything from me, except for the cleaning today then?” “Thanks Mrs T, but no thanks, not today.” “ Oh by the way," she said, "Mind if. I often had to go stroke it in the bathroom after watching her.Of course even though I am married I would flirt with her and she'd flirt back. I didn't think anything of it as I figured she was just joking. That all changed after one text.Hey I see you staring at me from across the room.I read the text from Stacey over and over wondering how I'd respond. She was married too and I wasn't sure she'd be willing to cheat, even if I did have a big black cock for her. But after much thought I decided. Flashes of him last night, driving me to the brink then stopping, his fingers buried deep. His hand gripping my ponytail, forcing my eyes to his, letting him see what he did to me. That wicked smile as he tested my wetness and smirked at how I leaked for him.I tremble, aching to suck him. Breathe him in. Trace his arms with an exploratory fingertip. A lick. A bite as I nibble down his abdomen towards that mouth-watering flared tip and take him in. I crave him flexing against my tongue as we.