I figured I would have to sell the house soon. One evening there was a knock at my door. I went to open it and there stood Mike. I smiled at him an... invited him in. My heartbeat sped up and I felt warm. I hadn't seen much of him and wondered if he and Sue had worked things out. We sat down and he asked me where my husband was. I told him the story of him catching me and then his moving out. When I said our divorce was recently final Mike's eyes lit up. I asked him how Sue was and he. She really wanted to take that risk. I had read about women that have done that. For one thing, a lot of women say that sex was much more heightened with not taking the contraceptive pill and then there was the added excitement from the risk of getting pregnant by their lover. I remember one American woman’s written account of her time with a black American male. “The sex was out of this world,” she had said.” He was so big and had so much stamina as well. But the most exciting part was taking. ‘No, I don’t have time to strip. I have to play in ten minutes. I can’t have sex.’ I had come so far and I wanted to have sex with her so badly. I passionately kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth. My hands were all over her breasts. They were small, but nice. I gently tweaked her erect nipples through the material of her tennis t-shirt. She got so turned on by this she moaned in my mouth. I thought that’s it. I’m having her. I used my right hand to push her right leg up. Her. "Well, I suppose I'll have to pick something out myself then." Then I notice the loose shackle and slam it shut and grab her by her throat. "BAD! You aren't in all the way!" And spray her with some water. I unbutton my work shirt and pull it off to show large over DD cup breasts that are still fairly firm on my tall, shapely body and lean, somewhat toned torso with a fairly small waist. Then the bra comes off and I peek over to see my slave staring at me with eyes full of lust at my tits and.