When he finally completed penetrating me, I could feel the tip off his thick head practically entering my cervix.“Oh my… you are so fucking big, M...ster X. You are ripping me open…” The huge black guy laughed and started riding me doggy style. He grabbed my hair and continued to thrust into me in a wild rhythm…“Take it bitch, tell me you love my nigger dick!” He shouted.“No, please… I am a married woman… Do not make me do that, please…”I shouted back. I was horny, but I really loved my husband. "Dave said, "Oh the deal that never goes away. Well I hope this time youcan put it away. You know they actually love you there In New York."George chuckled. "I am hoping to end this affair."He heard over the loudspeaker that his flight was boarding and he headedto the tarmac and boarded the flight. As the plane taxied to the runwayhe took a breath anticipating the flight back to New York.A man sat down beside George and said, "Are you headed to New York?"George said, "Yeah back and forth from. We booked a double room for a night. The moment we entered our room both of us lost patience and we started kissing licking and sucking each other without caring what we are kissing in each other’s body. Her lower lips is thick and so soft and I repeatedly sucked it deep into my mouth. She removed my shirt and I got myself nude by pulling down my pant and underwear. I then got rude and almost tore her shirt apart rather than opening the buttons one by one. She was wearing a blue designer bra. So what if I had enjoyed nine months of being a cocksucker? Who was to know, anyhow? But, could someone slip in and out of gayness? Just as one could put on a new outfit and feel different? Why not? He thought. Made sense. It was logical, wasn't it? With a myriad of confusing thought flowing through his mind he drifted into sleep, with a last thought that made him fret. What if gay is something that becomes permanent?And the same dream happened. And again, the young man named Jose refused to.