My wife let out a little sigh as I went to work on her dripping puss. “Oh God, yes, Dave,” Angie moaned loudly, “Eat me, Dave. Eat my dripping p...ssy.” Not that I needed encouragement, but I loved the sound of my wife’s voice asking for it. She had never been a particularly demonstrative lover before. I moved my mouth to her engorged clit, teasing it with my tongue while penetrating her with a finger. Pursing my lips, I sucked the little bud gently while crooking the finger to hit my wife’s. After I came, I decided to surrender to the lust I’d had all week for that bitchy Shelena. She was a horrible, bully futa, but she had that big, Black dick. She sent me pics of it all week. Of her fucking other White girls, promising me how much I’d cum on her cock.I decided to find out. It was what the pill wanted.It had been glorious. She fucked me like a little slut from behind. I was bent over the toilet, my thick, blonde bush soaked with my juices. She had rammed her ebony shaft into my. So home I went and got a good night of sleep. Played golf again Sunday, I did pretty well, and this time one of the guys wanted to go for a beer. We had 2 and I told him about Karen. He said it happens sometimes and asked if I wanted to come to his home and have a good home cooked meal with his family, I told him maybe some other time, and we headed our ways. I got home had a couple more beers ate a quick dinner and went to bed early.The next work-week started as usual, and I worked some extra. "She smiled. "Well, you can't go grocery shopping in a get-up like this one." She paused. "Care to dance?" Uh... sure. But I dance like a white guy." She took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They danced for about an hour before last call. Jasmine had a few drinks between songs and was flushed with alcohol and exercise before the night ended. She was slightly drunk by then and asked Dennis to give her a ride home. "I had a great time," Dennis told her as they pulled up to her house. She.