Goosebumps raced up and down my spine, and Erin’s satisfied laughter told me that it didn’t go unnoticed. “C’mon, let’s go!” I followed he... like a puppy. In my defense, I had spent three whole days more horny than I had ever been before in my life, and my mind had entered a state where everything had taken on a surreal hue. And surreal was truly the best word to describe the feeling that I experienced when I entered the living room. I almost felt the eyes physically on my body when we crossed. Probably because I have jealous tendencies.A husband who loves his wife can't let her be used like that by a black man. Impossible. And yet, not taking into account the video-clips who are 90% acted, or fake, I can't deny that some of the amateur, homemade movies seem real-life clips and most of the stories on forums and blogs can't all be false. I have to face the fact that some men do, let their wives (or encourage their wives) to cuckold them. I still don't understand.Then I compare my. Warm breath on my lower back told me that somebody was probably on their knees behind me, and then again the probing at my ass, with slick fingers, my juices? ‘Relax darling, let me in’ I heard him say. How could I relax? My body was being driven crazy, I wanted him so much, but my body was on overload of sensations. Before I could try to respond, I felt warm lips meet mine, tongue flicking over my lower lip, seeking entrance to my mouth. I responded and as I did so my body relaxed, I was. I suffer a slow and agonizing death.The pain drives me mad, but still my senses are fully aware of what is happening to me. Without mercy the flames devour me, I feel them bite into my thighs. The sackcloth offers little protection from the roaring inferno, it burns brightly, small pieces of the scorched rag are torn away by the flames, leaving sooth and seared skin, the burning fabric drifting upwards before dissolve into ashes. My whole body is writhing and convulsing in the chains, unable to.