"No. I didn't want to spoil the surprise."Erica put her hand on top of mine and studied my face for a moment. "David, are we going to be okay?" Well, ... didn't ask you out to dinner to break up with you if that's what you're worried about," I said. "I was hoping to start rebuilding our marriage tonight."Erica moved her hand to my cheek and said, "That's what I want too."Conversation was difficult as it was impossible to ignore the events of the last few weeks and try to make small talk. I guess. My father stepped out the door and clamored into the car as I watched her walk down the hall and turn the corner. I walked into my bedroom and inspected the luggage and moved it around to make more room. It was then I heard the toilet flush. I could feel a lump in my throat as I slowly made my way to my dresser.Opening the top drawer, I pulled out a sock and emptied the contents into my hand. The stones. The bathroom door opened up and I saw her out of the corner of my eye, stop and look into. He skillfully twisted his hard tool, making me cry in ecstasy and pain, both at same time.I blacked out for a moment only to awake to a continuous orgasm of unimaginable intensity. In the midst of my orgasmic hysteria, I heard Jamal saying that now I knew how a real nigger fucked a slut married white bitch.The bastard continued thrusting my body as I kept crying like crazy...My womb contracted involuntarily; it hurt so much, but it hurt so good…It was not the nice hard dick of my lovely hubby;. You could tell by the way people dressed and the vehicles they arrived in that this was not a real Western bar, where real cowboys hang out. Of course, I had never seen a bar-fight here either. I was getting quite a buzz and having fun watching not only the girls, but the men, also. Sounds pretty strange, me watching the guys! Believe me, it was only for my wife. I was actually on the prowl, looking for a good-looking guy that my wife could fuck to her hearts content. I wondered if there were.