“What kind of idiot are you married to?”“I give him a blow job, but nothing else,” Claudia replied. “He is not a good guy. He does not deser...e a reward. He is an asshole.”I was floored. This girl was astoundingly beautiful.“I am horny,” she declared, crossing her arms in front of her and pulling her form-fitting, way-too-small t-shirt over her head, fully exposing her 38D-cup all-natural breasts to me. Her nipples were perched perfectly on top of her breasts and centered in the middle of dark. "Linda, honey," Steve chided as he approached her. "What will the k**s think if they see their mom naked in the kitchen?"She ignored her nudity. "I somehow think they won't really care. I see them naked practically everyday."Steve smirked, thinking about how true that was. Their daughter, in particular, never closed the bathroom door. And he would be lying if he said he never caught a peek of her sexy body while she showered. Getting right behind his wife, Steve pressed his hips into Linda's. His mouth felt like hot, oil-soaked velvet as he sucked and drooled over my rock-hard shaft. He had one hand rapped around the base of the shaft and the other was tickling and playing with my balls. Occasionally, a finger would dip down and play with the pucker of my asshole, lubricated with the copious amounts of saliva he was producing as he sucked.Then he changed tactics suddenly. He released my cock from his mouth and looked up into my face, a big grin lighting up his eyes. He put his hands. ‘Such a shame your workout tops cover up so much.’I blushed instantly. I knew what he was referring to. Sometimes I am a bit shy I’m a bit of a follower, I guess. ‘What about you? What do you look like? Carla only told me your name and that you saw me at the gym.’ I lied.He summed up his traits, just as Carla had described me before, but added at the end:‘Also, I am black, but I am sure Carla told you already. You know what that means, right?’‘No?’‘Well, wouldn’t you want to find out, shy.