The house was decorated for Christmas. That didn’t fit with what the police put in their report. I watched as everyone gathered with champagne to to...st the holiday. It looked like any group of friends, but Georgia was planning something when she stepped up to toast the group.“We’ve had a good run,” she said. “It’s time to pack our tents and steal away into the night.”“What are you talking about?” Deon asked.“We’re quitting,” Georgia said. “I’ve turned all the cameras off. We’re not doing the. I said yes and was asked to sitdown. It was a treat to sit and watch him walk back and forth to thekitchen, wearing just his thongs. As he walked towards me with a cold glass of lemonade,my eyes were firmly set on the dangling “T”. He came and sat next to me,but I couldn’t see much of his bulge because of his big belly. “What’s yourname” ? he asked, slipping one arm around my shoulder. “Charly” I blurtedout, and started drinking my lemonade, while glancing down into his lap. Ifinished all too. Did she invite friends over to dinner? Had she forgotten and made other plans with her girlfriends?I opened the door to find my wife kneeling over the arm of our couch with a muscular black man standing naked behind her pounding away without mercy. When my wife saw me standing in the doorway, rather than scramble to cover up or explain why this horse cocked black man was plunging deep into her pussy, she smiled and motioned me over. Her lover didn't even turn to acknowledge me or break stride.. But then I hesitated for a few seconds, before knocking at the door…I heard movement inside. I felt my stomach flutter in excitement and lust.The door opened and there was this huge powerful black man. He invited me in and placing his hand on my lower back he guided me into the room. There was some music playing. I sat down on the sofa in front of a table full of a white powder; I must admit I had never taken a single gram of it…The black man opened a bottle of vodka and poured on two glasses..