She had always ignored hubby’s suggestions as nothing more than momentary thoughts of a horny man. However, now she wondered if Ryan really would li...e for her to fuck a young black man. Of course, that is not something she would do, but she remembered several times when she was flirting with a guy that did, in fact, make her pussy wet.Emma knew she would never give in to her desires to be with another man, but it wouldn’t be cheating if that is what her hubby wanted to happen.Emma has always. I turned toward my toolbox, my back to her, and fished through it, fumbling for my pipewrench. She turned away, moving toward the hallway. “Ok, but if you need anything, just holler. I’m gonna go dry off, change, and I’ll be back.” After she’d left the room, I relaxed a bit. Leaning against the counter, I took slow breaths, trying to calm myself. My thoughts wondered back a few minutes. Belle, standing there, bent over, her ass covered by barely a wisp of clothing. Then her. Right... uhhhh... thing to... ohhh... God you are so tight and hot." Oh yes baby. I am tight and hot. I am hot, tight, and wet for you Bill. Your cock is so hard, so long... ohhhhh... fuck... fuck me."I had given up trying to prevent this from happening. I was lost in lust for this tight wet pussy. Her breasts were in my face so I took in a nipple and sucked on it as I reveled in the feelings coursing through my body.Her hands were around my head pulling my lips into her breasts. Her hips were. Cheryl looks from him to the T.V and back again.“What’s wrong?” she says with a snort.“Sometimes life is just overwhelming. You know?”There's a pause. “Yeah, of course I know,” Cheryl says.“But I’m not sure you do know, Cheryl,” says Dennis. He is now staring at her, his red eyes even and magnetizing.“Um, okay,” says Cheryl. “I mean you just said that everybody’s suffering is the same…”“Cheryl. I’m not sure you do know,” says Dennis. “And I’m not saying this out of disrespect. I’m saying it.