I call Wanda, my wife, waking her up from a sleep, and inform her of my problem and that help was on the way. I should be home in an hour. Hanging up ... started fantasying about Wanda being in bed. Her warm body laying there all alone. God, I want to be there touching her, feeling her warmth, smelling her clean hair, loving her deeply. I feel my manhood rising as I think of Wanda and her sexy body. Her breasts moving as she breathes. I smile to myself and reach to my crotch and feel my hardness. I slid the straps off her sholder and it slid down her body and pooled around her feet, she reached down to pick up her dress rubbing her firm butt against my cock, she stood up placed her dress on the on the dresser, turned d****d her arms around my head kissed me and said take me to bed and make love to me I’m yours forever. I picked her up carried her to the bed gently layed her down climbed in beside her took her into my arms we made love all night.Saturday morning, we woke up in each. ..but not by ME, but by an African male (in fact there would be more than one 'donor'---there were to be three separate men doing the honor! But we weren't divulging this particular fact to either of our families (at least, not right a way)!Marta's side had a strong history of having twins, and so there was a distinct possibility that she would carry on that tendency as well. The idea of coming home after the vacation to discover that Marta really was pregnant (with twins, or not) was an. "Shut up and take it like a real man!" Chris moaned and with one mighty thrust he shoved the full length of his dick in my tight ass."Yeah, it's as tight as I thought!" he uttered triumphantly and he started fucking me really hard. He pounded my hole again and again, tearing me apart."You're hurting me, Chris! Stop! I'll do anything!" I screamed. But there was nothing else that he wanted me to do. All he needed was my tight butt and my screams were just another aphrodisiac for him. Chris was so.