When my eyes shifted towards hers, I knew she had caught me looking down her dress. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swear I saw a whisper of a smil... cross her lips.There were four boxes and with each box she waited until I had placed the previous box in the crawl space before bending over to pick up the next, rewarding me with a quick exposure of her tits. By the fourth box, I could feel my cock getting mangled in my tight fitting jeans.There was plenty of space behind the ladder, but as I. "Oh, yea, you feel so fucking good!"He stayed there for about two minutes, allowing me to adjust and relax. My panting subsided and he leaned into to whisper in my ear as I felt his cock twitch, "I want you to savor ever second of this. To feel what it's like to be fucked by a real man." I had never felt such an amazing feeling as having 9 inches of bare cock fully implanted into my ass. He returned to my neck and started kissing and nibbling again. My body shivered as I cried out, "Oh god!" my. My wife, my gorgeous raven-haired wife of twelve years,the wife that I’m sure had never been unfaithful to me,was lying naked across the bed. Her smooth hips were evenwith the edge of the bed and her long lovely legs werespread to either side. Her fresh pale white skin stood instark contrast to the ebony-muscled legs of the hugeblack man that was standing between her legs, juststepping out of his boxers.My wife was quietly sobbing, her hands pressed over herface as if to block out the. Her hair was a sticky, sweaty mat, piling on the back of her neck and itching. Agony poured through her light frame as each trudging step seemed to drive the straps of the pack deeper into her shoulders."It would help, slut, if you stopped struggling and realized that this little hike is part of your scene." Yes, Sir," she managed between labored breaths. "Thank you, Sir."He punctuated his point with another sharp swipe of the whip, and she thought about how much she loved that sting as the mix.