"dropped to her knees and took my black knob in her mouth. My knees buckled, as I watched her jaws working as she sucked it in and out. Compared to her small hands, my hard cock looked enormous."

As I looked deeper into her eyes I recognize a smoldering undertone barely perceptible but obvious in its message. This is further enforced as she slowly withdrew her hand from mine drawing her fingers slowly and delicately across my palm and sending shivers directly to my groin. The message was loud and clear!

I dont know what it was that night that drove me to what I did. Maybe it was the crushing boredom of being a suburban housewife. Maybe it was the two hours I had already spent listening to principal McKinley ramble on about attendance and the importance of the PTA. Maybe it was the neverending despair of a ten-year marriage that had produced one child and exactly zero orgasms. Hell, maybe I just have a thing for black men. Or gym teachers. Or black gym teachers. Maybe though, just maybe, it was the fact that I'd seen Coach Barrett's big cock through his sweatpants every day this year when I dropped Nicholas Jr. off for school. I had seen how long it was. How thick. How it stretched the fabric of his otherwise loose-fitting gym wear. Whatever the catalyst, when Barrett got up and walked out of the assembly hall, I told my husband that I needed a cigarette and gave chase.

My wife dropped to her knees and started to lick Helen’s smooth bald pussy. I could see her lips were pink and parted. Alice licked and sucked on each lip and then started to lick Helen’s clit in small little circles - not unlike what sends Alice off when I have the pleasure of eating her. It didn’t take long before Helen’s body shook

I bit her nipples harder than before taking care not to leave marks, and smacked her pussy repeatedly until she wiggled with pleasure, cumming in a wave of ecstasy and delight in one combined motion. I rubbed her clit until the wave ran out. Her eyes looked at me full of want.