I placed my hand on her crotch and copped a feel of her wetness as I slid her panties down her toned legs. Almost immediately she dropped to her knee..., began to finger herself with one hand while she held my shaft with the other. Her mouth could only contain 4 inches of my cock so she stroked the rest of my shaft with her free hand. At first she sucked slowly and flicked the head of my penis with her moist tongue. I could not believe what was happening and I almost lost it right there, but. So good was sex with mytransformed wife that even the thought of it turned meon. And it wasn’t just the thought of having sex withher that did it. It was also the thought of beingmarried to her. No � it was the knowledge of beingmarried to a woman who was taking a big black cock upher almost every day, who probably still had his spunkup her stretched cunt when I made love to her, thataroused me!But the doubt set in again. She had lied to me. She hadbeen lying to me for three months. But. I could feel mycock trying to get hard but it was useless inside its new prison and theobject up my ass was send waves of pleasure throughout my whole being.My boss gave a key to the black man and put the other in his pocket.I was given some make up and told to make my face. The colours of coursewere chosen by him.I was truly now my bosses bitch, dressed and owned.My black master now placed a leather hood over my scalp to cover myhair, my eyes and my ears and my boss proceeded to encase my arms. This was exciting and my host would definitely be receiving a phone call tomorrow.I would spend the rest of the weekend fucking my husband and imagining it was his boss pounding my holes. It would be very soon.Part TwoFive long days had now passed since my husband's boss emptied his balls down the back of my throat.I must have masturbated at least 3 times per day, every day, thinking about having his boss's cock deep in my pussy, repeating the sexual antics we briefly enjoyed.I was sitting at.