Chapter 5

Life continued in almost the same way for the next two hours, but the lewd adultery scandal of transgender sexual intercourse in my white family changed, although the frequency and intensity in the bed did not decrease much

It can be said that it has changed from crazy primitive physical desire to a more leisurely and careful emotional cultivation, which is also what I worry about the most

Their novelty for the physical body of white women has been slightly weakened, but now, these adulterers are using emotional means to almost more or less passion for how to increase their passion for sexual intercourse

This polygamy life has gradually developed to a terrible level that I had previously unimaginable. It is not that I love to devote my wife, I make money in the company to support my family, she is having sex with her adulterer, and it is difficult for any man to accept it, but because Susan's love for black-bred cock has hurt my heart and mind, making me feel ashamed and difficult to speak out, fearing that this matter will make my face lose its light.

Now I am very confused and can only hope that my white wife's enthusiasm for this kind of life will fade away. After the conscience is discovered, she will cancel the damn agreement and take on the responsibility that a wife should bear.

In fact, I thought about divorce, but I shouldn't have thought of that.

I have to say that since these black guys occupied my house, I fell in love with AV more than before. It’s not that I like porn much, because I have lost the right to enjoy sex as a husband. This is just a helpless move to passively escape my failure.

In the months after that, I couldn't track down how much black cock Susan was enjoying and the sperm she successfully squeezed out was

I've been working all day, and at night I'm not always allowed to watch those huge black spears disappear into her shiny body of sweat-piping.

I bought two new sets of sheets for her husbands to spare, so of course I could keep up with the cleaning time.

After all, their bedding is very intense. After every battle, I had to clean the messy scene, and all I did was wash the bed sheets, towels and bath towels.

The frequency of their trip to my house to bed with my wife was discovered very clearly when I was weeding with a weeder

There is a saying that goes, there is no road in the world, and if there is more people, there will be roads.

In the once lush grass, they walked out of a small path that walked all the way to the house

She is very satisfied with her sex life and doesn't feel too much. I feel ridiculous about her being so lustful, but when I see her completely naked and her pubic hair is shaved, my cock is as hard as a stick when I see her, my penis is shaved.

Of course, her slut is completely different from what I have seen before, it is almost the opposite of what I have seen before.

In the past, her labia were always shy. When she had sex even a few hours later, her labia were swollen but gradually faded and returned to normal.

Now her pussy is long and full, and it has been in a state of red congestion, and it is inevitably revealed under her skirt.

She is also used to being completely naked at home and not wearing clothes

After the initial change of my life trajectory, I have to say that this kind of life has brought me benefits. My work anxiety and anxiety have been reduced. I usually think about how to dare to rush home and what surprises will happen when I go to work. Maybe I have the chance to see what happened to these dicks on her, especially to witness her face as purely as an animal in orgasm. This is a very sexual scene for me, even more than a big dick, and then slowly slide into her now loose, smooth cunt. It's not too good.

It sounds like a straightforward story of interracial adultery, but it's much more exciting than you think

These are all energetic people, and their impressions have taken shape in my mind

While I don't have to nitpickingly characterize and sort everyone, it's certain that Susan and I come to see them each are obviously different

William is obviously the most respected person among others and has natural leadership skills

Everyone else looked up at her, even Mike, ready to be strong fists in front of him forever, and the other little brothers felt that he was more superior, both physically and mindedly, they even wanted to kiss the ground where William walked.

They did not call him a nickname like Bill, Billy or Willy, always called him William, with a sir

For Susan and me, William is a friend in both thought and humanity, and is also a very outstanding person.

I hope I can get along with another friend who is as considerate as him

As I said before, Mike is a very rude guy

But it doesn't mean he is mean or disgusting

I remember one Saturday, he and Susan were in the bedroom for several hours

But after the sound of slap and squeals, the silent time is very good

Susan later told me that Mike took out a drawing board from his backpack and took the time to draw her charcoal painting, just like Jack the Titanic painted a naked body for Rse, my wife was lying on the bed, fiddling with various feminine poses.

I still have those paintings that I have to admit that they are not only technically professional, but also evoke a tender emotion in the audience who appreciate them. In the painting, Susan's demon Mèi's eyes are filled with very natural love, which is far from the pretentious and wild intercourse that Mike knew my wife

Jonah is undoubtedly Susan's favorite

Although he is quiet, he is young and energetic. He is unrestrained in bed and is completely unrestrained, completely in line with Susan's sex rhythm.

When they had sex (I personally participated and witnessed it six or eight times), they were like a blend of one

Susan used to say (and still says) if she could have another child (she was 42 years old at the time), it would be Jonah

The key point here is that although I have repeatedly emphasized sexual intercourse in the previous article, communication across races is not limited to this

These guys often come to have supper, listen to music, help us with family projects (James is both a good woodworking and an electrician), and even help train our dogs

I personally understand the situation of their people in Jamaica, the role of BbMarley and the past 20 years

Some huge social progress, but I have to admit that there is still much work to study in this area

And I know, at least most of them respect me because of everything I do, my identity and my obvious deep love for Susan

I know this may be hard to understand, but of all the people I know, I only respect Susan the most

Everything she did with her adulterers: pleasing me and pleasing herself was the biggest gift she could give me, she said, from her marriage perspective, the same is true

Judging from the answer to the first chapter of this story, I know that some people seem to understand the emotional bond between Susan and me

But to put it this way: Even if I have tried to analyze our abnormal sexual relationship and everything it contains, I myself do not understand what the basis for this relationship exists.

And I've analyzed myself, but didn't know more about it, and in short, it exists in ways we don't know

That's it, it works for both of us

We both know there is a line that cannot be crossed, and although we don't know exactly what it is, or where it is, we can feel it as long as we get close.

As I suggest, these guys have quickly become part of the family and I find myself looking forward to talking to them and relaxing, as well as the sexual aspect of this relationship

I instinctively anticipate that something closer will happen, and that, in recent days, others have been talking to their elder brother William, and in a few days, he might look for me to seek out something, my thoughts on a subject or my advice on their behavior, but I guess nothing can get around having sex with my beautiful wife

I asked this question because one Saturday afternoon, William and I were in the carriage room. William was helping to clean up the debris while I was shaping a piece of wood in the cabinet being built.

At first he was a little tempted, and hesitated for a few words

Hey man, you think, I mean, man, Susan... And he quit No man, it's okay

He continued to sweep some wood chips from under the band saw

I said you know I will listen, you know I will not make any judgments William What the hell do you want to say in your heart?

I stopped, carefully placed the razor on the bench and sat on the crate

Susan is the best woman I've ever met, William said, because he's also sitting on the crate

None of us believes there will be white people like you two, man, this is our thinking about things: all we have to do is show our gratitude

He let the broom slide to the floor and nudge it with the feet of his sneakers until it is aligned completely parallel to the edge of the workbench

His shoulders were drooping, his long arms were drooping, his elbows were bent on his knees, and his forearms were shaking, so his long fingers almost touched the floor

He said it took a few seconds to register

grateful?

I don't know what to say

I moved on the crate, slowly reached for a cigarette, and took a moment to light it

I was thinking, when I exhaled the first time I had a long resistance, I didn't know what to say

I admit, I was moved, I just started talking, no one thought about it, it came from somewhere, and I haven't found it until today

Thank you? William

I asked

What is gratitude? One person appreciates the behavior of another? I think in this case, sexual pleasure is mutual, so gratitude is mutual. You fuck my white wife so happy, I should also be grateful to you. But, the authorities are fascinated by the authorities, the bystanders are clear, any outsider, standing outsiders, standing outside of this mutually exploiting sexual arrangement and interaction, will clearly look at the couple, saying that we are perverted and immoral, Susan will be regarded as a slut and a prostitute, and I will be a ruthless and sexually perverted husband, forcing her to succumb to depravity and disgusting sexual behavior, but the eight lucky ones happen to take advantage of our depravity. If someone really goes to hell for this - that's as long as Susan and me

William didn't even look up, I could tell he was digesting what I said, and didn't understand how profound it was

I said: But you and I know that whenever you, James, Jonah - especially Jonah - every time you open her legs and enter her hot, wet and hungry pussy, it's not a depravity.

You don't know that you are bringing her unimaginable happiness. We fuck her, cum, use her, make her fall, and then do it repeatedly. But don't forget that she is trying to squeeze us until we are helpless and can only shoot the seeds into the depths of her lust. We think that a thriller like you is conquering her, but in fact she is conquering us, we are just her tools to get sperm, she is teasing us, it is undeniable that she uses our dicks, tongues and fingers as tools to climax

William is sitting upright now, looking at me with a strange and contemplative expression

And I can see that I put things in a way he never thought about it

Maybe he thought I was crazy and just thought about a way to respond while being polite

Why do you keep going until she squirts when you are eating her perfect pussy? Why do you wait until she gets an orgasm once, twice, or even three times before delaying pulling out your dick? Why are you sometimes gentle to her and sometimes rough to her?

I was listening carefully to my own comments while saying this, but I didn't know what to say next

But the core at least knows that it is nothing more than sex, 3P, group sex, exposure, what Susan (and me) has experienced in the past 25 years, and the incomparable hope for all kinds of perverted desires that have not been experienced before

I admire her body and will do my best to make this body happy Yes, I love sex, but I only love Susan and you guys, but half of the reason I like it is because it gives her physical sexual pleasure, and at the same time I get a completely different sense of pleasure - all of this is related to emotions. I can't say what this sense of pleasure is, psychologists may talk about it for a long time, and readers may also make profound analysis of my perverted and distorted feeling.

It's your turn, why, William, why are you grateful?

His eyes were finally attracted by me and he clinged to them as he formed words in his heart and finally released them.

He stressed:After all, it was the first time we were allowed by her, man, not others, but us, asking us to please her because she respects us, man, when she was with us, never in the slums or not, the black man Susan did not easily judge the good or bad of our personality because we were ragged and slept on dirty floors, because she was going to teach Jonah how to read and write, and gain the power of these words, that is, ChrisSupplementing the dirty floor of poverty, overcoming racism, overcoming ignorance, and other powers that still oppress my people She is like our angels, like our mothers, like our teachers, like our wives, like our lovers, and most like turning all broken souls into pure healers, making us like returning to childhood rejuvenation. But man, in our hometown, the clear water that emerges from the rocks quickly flows through the dirt and dirt, so no one has ever cleaned like this

His affectionate long speech shocked me until William turned his eyes to the floor and his voice continued to soften. I didn't realize how surprised the expression on my face was.

He said: You won't believe what I'm talking about, man, but what I'm talking about is the facts and there is no need for any proof that's it.

And you don't have to feel bad, even if you are rich white (I'm not rich, I have to interrupt) and have been well educated that you are with Susan and are playing cuckold games with us to adjust your life, in a sense we are the tools you play with, not the reality, although we didn't understand why you did this at first, but now I know that our Jamaican brothers cuckold their white husbands every day

I'm glad to know them well, because I'm still a little confused about the topic of cuckold he raised, but I didn't interrupt him in this book

William said: But Susan is someone we are grateful for, we want to do something for her

His toe hook was just where the broom handle was screwed into the broom,

Jonah also thinks, maybe you might know what we can do for you

He flipped the broom with his feet, grabbed it neatly with his right hand, dragged himself away from the crate, and began sweeping the floor again

I loosened the wood clip, rotated it a quarter, clamped it again, and picked up the spokes

I'll think about it, William said when I used long ash to shave the wood off

Thanks, man, William says we are doing something good for Susan

What William said didn't bother me, but these people just met Susan and knew her better than me in some ways, which had penetrated into some distant depths of my brain

Or, at least it took me a long time to appreciate all aspects of her

Due to some farm-related reason, a few days later, these guys were unable to stay with her day or night. Susan said that as long as I don't touch her, I can sleep with her when there is no one.

She and Eugene fell into a long and noisy relationship the night before, and I witnessed some of them firsthand

She needed rest, and when she was naked in the sultry heat, I asked her to teach Jonah about reading and writing

She said: We're not just having sex, you know

Her legs spread apart, bent as she pulled it up, keeping her knees apart, putting her in the perfect fucking position

Her hands gently stroked the swollen pussy downward

Jonah (Jnah) is 19 years old and he may have sex me 25 times? But sex with him is nothing with William or James or Eugene or others is not everything I live in.

My head was on the pillow and I could see that the fingers of her right hand were not difficult to pull out her clitoris, just enough for some small sexual desire. I was doubting that she was just thinking about black cock? Or about people?

Susan explained: I loved Jonah in a completely different way partly like a lover, partly like a mother, but mostly very dear friends who fucked me to unimaginable heights and gave me a lot of pure and unrestrained animal desires and fragility, unconditional love-or perhaps a mixture of respect I don't know as if I was worshipped

I started taking pictures I turned off the lights so she might continue to keep the glaring glare- an atmosphere that shines with her thoughts

She continued: But that's what he did for me

He gave me something not only sexual, but more emotional, and it is absolutely impossible for you, and it is impossible for William or anyone else. This is because he is young and unrestrained, and pure, and believes that the world is beautiful, and that people are kind, and that kindness can be shared and grand, until there is a blanket that is warm and comfortable enough to protect us from the cold, bad world.

Her nipples are now an inch long, hard and hard, and I can see the glittering stickiness on her fingers

I was surprised at her lust. Her preferences were no longer limited to Jonah's sex, but were already living in Jonah's person.

Am I jealous?

Yes, for the first time I admit that in many of our sex adventures, I felt a little jealous, for some reason I never expected

Jonah has some basic literacy skills, Susan said, finally solved my problem

They said, when you fuck the first woman, you go from a boy to a man, and, the more women you fuck, the more you are like a man, maybe it's true, but to be a real man, you need to be sympathetic, understanding, tender, caring, and a little feminine, Jonah has all these masculinity, but if he is illiterate, he won't be a real man who can play all these traits to the real man. That's why I'm going to help him learn to read and write. This is a gift I gave to him, and it's like he can do great things like a man, it's a pity that he can't go to college.

Therefore, she is also considering how to give back to her bedmate more

At this moment, I was just thinking alone

I've learned a lot in recent days from a bunch of ragged black men and a housewife who has been married for nearly thirty years, which is amazingly a lot.

I'm buying her account that her drunken husband is not talking about the wine.

But when she raised her wet fingers to her lips and sucked her own vaginal fluid, I really had nothing to say

You're still awake

A few minutes later, she whispered

I closed my eyes when she turned to me

A few seconds later, she laid a sheet on us and turned off the lights

She turned her stomach and placed her right hand under a pillow that was only a few inches from my face

I started to fall asleep from her nostrils with the fragrance of thick vaginal fluid.

In my dream, William was learning about Marley's work. He needed to learn how to read this article from Susan, but there was not much time, so they had to study while fucking.

At first, William appeared at the door of the bedroom and said he was grateful and wanted to know when his class started, but at the same time he held his long hard cock, indicating that it would be an unusual teaching experience.

When she taught Jonah to read the lyrics of BbMarley, they were slowly fucking, full of powerful enthusiasm, without any sense of incongruity, as if chanting a spell in a ceremony, gradually, the two of them merged into one through the continuous integration of thoughts and bodies.

Slowly, Susan slowly closed her eyes and savored the thrust carefully, and the poems also read intermittently. After her orgasm was over, Susan turned around and let Jonah's long cock slide out of her body. His sperm surged out of his soft pussy like a sponge and rolled down from his thighs.

Suddenly, William also appeared, he was cleaning the room, Susan got out of the bed, signaled him to throw away the broom, and took his hand to the podium to teach her the next round of bed, Mr. William, you are too late to learn to read now, she said as she climbed into the bed

But I have other things to teach you that the prostitute is the best teacher I will tell you what Maria Magdalene showed to Jesus (Christian figures, the first whore who witnessed Jesus’ resurrection) but only this time, Mr. William and Jonah already knows, soon you will see why he can perform miracles.

The dream faded as all of her 12-inch dicks were buried in her belly

You will see soon, Mr. William... As my vision weakened in my dream, her voice slowly disappeared