Chapter 6

Thomas rose from the bed, removing his fingers from my wife’s wet slit, and walked over to me. “I think we’ll let you have one last taste of your wife’s sweet pussy before she gets filled by her first black cock,” he said as he extended his hand to my face. I smelled the unmistakable odor of Kim’s excitement on his shiny, wet fingers. Thomas slipped two of the long digits into my mouth, and I sucked her juices from his hand. “That’s the last time she’s ever gonna taste like that,” he told me. “From now on, every time she lets you lick her pussy, you’re gonna taste the flavor of cum from the last black man who fucked her. Now I want you to watch while I pump her full of her first load.”
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I spent the entire Friday afternoon distracted from my work by mental images of my wife in one kinky scene after another. The persistent erection that throbbed inside my boxer shorts left my inner thigh wet and slimy, and only helped to conjure up more images in my mind. I found myself re-reading the note ten or fifteen times: “Beginning upon your arrival home this evening, you will do only as I instruct you. You will shower, being sure to clean yourself thoroughly all over, and then you will come to me. As long as you do as I demand, you will find that this will be a weekend unlike any before. You will enjoy pleasures that I alone cannot give you, and I will experience things that you cannot give me.” The note, in my wife’s unmistakable handwriting, had been placed inside my day planner for me to find when I turned to today’s page. Each time I read it, my cock surged anew, seeming to grow ever larger, and producing more of the viscous fluid that now coated my thigh.
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