I knew that moving my c***dren would be problematic but with new newfound wealth I could show them that I did not have to live like June Cleaver from ...eave it to Beaver. I could provide them with a new lifestyle, clothes, and other modern comforts that we had been denied for all of their lives. My son could find new private teachers to further his education even though for the life of me I could not understand why he always wanted to study, read and practice math problems. Just looking at his. Joseph was still sitting there. He smiled at me, offering me a drink.“So, man, did you already find out?”. I answered yes, of course…“Your wife is a good slut; she sucked my cock dry and swallowed every drop of my milk down inside her throat” He laughed.Then he came closer to me and said he had some plans for the rest of the evening for my sweet wife. He asked me if I was able to share her with some of his black friends…He did not smile, he was being serious. He told me also my wife was his own. You are aching for an orgasm by now and your clit is throbbing from the anticipation with each plunge onto my cock your clit rubs against my skin and a small wave of excitement fills your pussy. You smile at me and grab onto my hips. You ride me hard pressing your clit down each time letting the base of my cock stimulate your clit. You lean foreword and slink your hair over your face as you begin to shake. “Oh… I am going to cum,” you whisper out of the darkness. I grab onto your wrists and. Grace was not wearing any underwear and her large hips andhairy pussy filled my wife's vision. At first my wife hesitated "Comeon slave" hissed Grace and grabbed her head pulling her into her thickblack thatch and began grinding herself against my wife's face. Muffledcries came from my wife "Please I'll lick, I'll lick!" "You, faggot, getbehind and lick my ass" ordered Grace as I stood transfixed. I knelt andpushed up her skirt at the back, parting her cheeks I sank my tongueinbetween her.