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Gay Interracial

... on her all the planning was for nothing. She asked him to drive home with us even before the main course had arrived. That was fine by me. Her intuitive sense as a woman was every bit good as all my years experience. Henry was a stud. I've had lots of sexual thrills in my life, but moving a kitchen chair into my own bedroom, so I could watch Henry with my wife was the most intense erotic rush I've ever experienced. So much came together for me there: the sight of my mother and her black lover; the fact that she was my wife, and the force of his manhood was about to shatter the fortress of our sacred vows. And finally, the sounds of his voice, the natural sensuality of black men - these were things I knew firsthand. So while she lay down on our bed and he climbed over her, I positioned my chair at the foot of the bed. I sat down and immediately leaned far forward so I could peer underneath him. I wanted to see the actual moment of contact. I wanted to see when the very tip of his shaft touched the black hair of Lori's pussy. The stillness was electric. I watched unblinking as he touched her down there, and then he started rocking slightly, the head of his cock brushed slowly along the thicket of her hair. He was searching for her lips. When he found them, he shifted his weight, and the long, hard muscles of his legs started stretching. I was transfixed by what was happening there right in front of my eyes. The veined, black, impossibly long love muscle of his had begun it's ...

... long descent into her. It had taken months for me to make her Lori cry during sex, and tears were the payoff for me. I knew from Ken what tears meant during sex, and I never felt I really had a woman until I made her cry while I was inside her. But for all Lori's sexual drive, for all her physical energy during sex, there was an emotional distance those first few months. So I watched her while I tried different strokes, different rhythms on her body. I listened to her breathing for the signs of arousal. I studied her eyes, and watched them flicker when I said different things. And I remembered everything, I strove to make every bout with her better than the last. But it was months before that special day, the day when I looked down and saw what I had wanted all along: tears in her eyes, and then, and only then, I knew she was mine. But there she was now, as Henry drove himself into her she was making strange little noises, high pitched shudders that I had never, in all the years I'd loved her, ever heard before. And he wasn't even all the way in! No I leaned forward and saw there was still plenty of room between his big balls and her hair. Room enough that I could look further up under his body, up along the ribbed archway of his torso, and I could see her face. Lori had her arms up over his shoulders, she was looking up at him, and yes, yes, her lips were quivering. There were trails of hot tears running down her cheeks. ** He was the first of many. Lori and I still care for ...