"Oh God that cock is so big...fuck me like a little slut...I love when that huge cock fills me up." She was really letting loose and being the little ...lut she referred to herself as. I took a deep breath and leaned my head around the doorway to our bedroom. I could not believe my eyes. There my stunning bride was laid out with her legs over her shoulders being fuckef by a huge black guy wearing only a watch. He was huge and muscular with tattoos all over his body. I could barely see my little. ’ So, why couldn't I do it? I was confused. But, the real truth is that it was always the same. No matter how sexy the woman or how sexy the story or picture, I had no desires. I never found myself aroused. So, back on that final day, I think we both knew it was the end, it would be our last day together. Naked, I climbed onto your lap and you held me so tight, tears flowing down my face. Would I be strong enough to let you go? I knew I had to do it. I turned and straddled your lap and we held. Aur isliye maine pati ko mana kar diya. Wo maan bhi gaya. Bas kuch der mere boobs choosta dabata hua so gaya. Subha 7 baje hi Chandu ne aa kar mujhe jaga ke kaha-Chandu: Buddhe ke paas hi so jao, taaki usko ye naa lage ki tum raat bhar uske sath nahi thi.Fir main fatafat jaa kar buddhe ke bistar mein nangi hi so gayi. Kareeb 30 minute baad buddhe ki neend khuli, to pet aur boobs pe hath firate hue usne mujhe jagaya. Fir wo uth kar ready hone chala gaya.Is tarah hi agle 2 din bhi buddhe ne mujhe. ................but I was constantly reminded of a couple of the reasons especially right now. Robyn, my 36 year old wife knelt on the floor of our bathroom with my swollen cock in her mouth. Her shoulder length wavy blonde hair bounced as she moved her head slowly sliding my rock hard dick in and out between her full lips. I stood in front of her; naked and tall with her on her knees, still dressed from the night before, as I gazed down to see her beautiful emerald green eyes looking up at me.