The taste wasn,t all that great, but not unpleasant and I wondered what our c***d would make of it. To keep my wife happy I let her squirt more in my ...outh and pretended to enjoy it more than I actually did and discovered she was even hotter than usual. I imagine it was likely down to her hormones, but just laid back and enjoyed it as she did most of the work and when I exploded it felt like it shot from the top,of my head than the tip,of my cock! After another cup,of coffee followed by a piece. We would just say hello to each other, the black neighbor and I. I had the family at home, he seemed to be single but would have visitors. The brief times we did chat he would invite me over to hang and chat one day but it just never happened. But what really got my attention was this, one day I got on an adult chat site, I went to the m4m section. As I seen the posts I noticed one was a black male. So i checked his profile. His pic was of his tool and I have to say, wow what a tool. Had my. It was a strangely intimate kind of public flirting, and it felt good to be pursued, even with my wife running just a few feet away. Or maybe because she was.I wished, not for the first time, that I could take a man home. I'd had just one brief encounter with a guy during college and I hadn't had the nerve to take full advantage of the opportunity. I'd gotten cold feet halfway through a locker room blow job and never had another opportunity like it. After I got married I thought my wife and I. I once again freed myself and then set about tying lines for my hands. First attempt was one line for both hands above my head, but again seemed too easy to wriggle out of and it didn’t really result in me being stretched out fully on the bed. My mind kept racing back and forth between how foolish I must look arranging this plan and the imagery of my wife using me for her sexual pleasure while I was stretched out helpless on our bed.I decided to retie the lines to the side of the bed and made.