“I don't know what's gotten into you Sally but I fucking love it!” Jeff said.“Leftover hormones from not being fucked yesterday,” I moaned bac... as his cock filled me.“Maybe I should skip a day more often then.”“I wouldn't try it if I were you, now shut up and fuck me!”I must have hit a soft spot because he grabbed my hands and threw them over my head and just pounded me in the worst way, and I loved every second of it. He was fucking me so fast my legs were bouncing around so I had to lock them. But after a very short time I began to feel strangely pleased, perhaps even a little aroused by the idea.“If that’s what you want to do, I’m in no position to object, am I?” I added.There was an awkward moment of silence during which my mind filled with questions. Was this normal for a husband? That was a ridiculous question; our entire new lifestyle wasn’t normal. Was it normal for a cuckold? I would have to find a way of asking my online cuckold friendsBut all that would have to wait for. I am married to Joe, my husband for over twenty years. I was his trophy white wife for a black man back in those days. He was from the Caribbean and four years older than me. We had a great sex life which had withered away the last couple of years, and incidentally, not the man by my side.Although Joe and I had a form of sex life, it was a far cry from what we had and what we had come to have. Joe had health problems, hence his imminent early retirement. I was not sure about my life. I wanted a. Waking up before Caroline, Jonathon had padded into the bathroom to take a piss and soften his cock enough so that he could manage to jam it into his trousers.He had glanced out the window and froze.The bathroom window looked out over the dividing fence, into the back yard of the house next door.And in that adjacent yard, the gorgeous redhead who had recently moved in was doing her morning exercises.And she was stark naked!The Stephenses lived in a house tract, the houses built fairly close.