”“Yes, Sir. I will still need to exercise and use a tanning bed. I have quite a while until I’m married.”“As you wish. Why don’t you jo... over to Kyle’s parents’ house later and have a visit with his mother. I think Kyle and I would both like to hear her opinion on this matter.”“Yes, Sir.”The day passed by without much interest for me. I dutifully jogged to mother’s house, wearing my mesh jogging shorts and tank. We talked, but her questions were clearly designed to assess my mind and I. Kate stood at the door and locked it. Then she slowly dropped the sari from the top and asked me if I am still not willing. I was star-struck by seeing those big melons. I felt like being at the doors of heaven to see her boobs up and close. We then quickly went inside the bedroom, and the curtains were already closed.Then I kept my hands on her boobs, and Kate closed her eyes. Her melons were soft and spongy. It was so nice to maul her boobs. She told me that she saw the lust in my eyes. Now she’s so in love with him, she’s having his baby. She finds much more satisfaction with him than she ever did with me because of the way he makes love to her and the sheer size of the cock.We took in an exchange student to help with the rent. He was a seventeen-year-old black lad from Nigeria. Now I’d had visions that all black guys were tall, muscular and good-looking, but Musa was none of these things. He was of medium height and really thin, with thick-lensed glasses.I never regarded. ..alot of it.Men ask me all the time...”What is it like being married to a slut”?....or they state “I wish my wife was a slut, like your wife”.Let me tell you, it is not meant for everyone. Be careful what you wish for.My wife was a virgin when I met her. I was her first. I was her first blowjob, first vaginal fuck and the first cock to enter her tight little asshole.My wife turned me on from the day we met. She was so innocent in every way. She was a Catholic Nun and I met her at a group.