Eventually and gradually more increasingly, I began exchanging email with members on these sites. Specifically, I sought out Black Men and began to as... them if they would be interesting in sexing or breeding my wife. I received responses from most of the Black Men I wrote to. Some of the responses were very over the top, and I knew my wife would never go for them. I also received a few extremely polite responses which indicated discretion on the part of this pool of Black Men. One in. She was stunning with her nipples pointing about 45 degrees up on the end of well-formed foundations. She finished my shirt and pulled it from my pants, leaving my chest bare. I guess I was staring at her breasts when she caught me and smiled. She unzipped my jeans and pushed them down my legs and I stepped out of them. When she stood, I unbuttoned her jeans and tried to push them down.She laughed, "That's not easy. Let me lie on the bed and you can pull from the bottom." I pulled her jeans off. "James, this is the way we are. We bicker from time to time, but it doesn't mean anything. It's just our way of presenting our different opinions and ideas. In the end, we always work things out in a friendly and loving manner," Sharon stated."Absolutely!" Jane added. "Do you think for one minute that we'd jump into something this life-altering, without a whole lot of conversation and understanding?" Okay, I just don't want to be the problem. I've been through one divorce, and I'm a. With pre cum leaking from my cock’s tip, I used it to lube my finger tip and push it inside me. My asshole ached, but thinking of him, I stroked my cock with one hand while I fucked myself with a finger from the other. Bringing myself to yet another orgasm, I loved the feeling of cum splashing against my stomach, chest and face. I just wished it was his jizz instead of mine, maybe even some other guy’s. I couldn’t help but imagine being with other guys also. Mostly older men, I would wonder.