It had been a long day, I’d woken early inspired after a good sleep and went straight to the studio. I took down my current work and put up a blank ...anvas. After an hour I had the basics ruffed out on canvas but more importantly I had a better idea of what the finished painting would look like. It was of a woman in a long dress walking along a beach and holding a Victorian Lace Sun Parasol above her head and partially obscuring her face. She was barefoot and small waves would touch her feet and. We danced slowly as we kissed passionately and when we came back to our table, there was another full glass there for me that we had not ordered…I took it and scanned the bar to see where it came from. Then a tall black man nodded to me and I smiled back. I told Victor and he acknowledged him as well. The music was still going on and the black man walked to our table and asked my husband if I would like to dance with him. We both said it was fine.He introduced himself as Jonas and while we. I paced the bedroom floor, I say paced but it was more like teetered, on my outrageously high heels. I stood before the full length mirror, gazing at my sexed up reflection. My pussy was tingling and throbbing with the sexual anticipation as my nipples actually ached they had become so erect. My neck and face were flushed with sexual excitement as I drank in the image of me adorned in my slut lingerie, just waiting to be fucked by three bulls. I heard the muffled sound of talking outside the. Shetwisted and heaved and her pelvis met mine as I slammedmy big boy white Caucasian pussy poker into her depths.She was tiny down there, but loved the reaming that Iwas giving her and it felt so good I thought I mighteven be able to hold her up on my erect dick.I hammered away at her, and started to yell at her witheach thrust. I know it sounds stupid now, but with eachthrust I said the word “fuck”. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!With each thrust, I yelled it louder and harder as ourgroins.