I guess this could also be a continuation of a previous thread I started.
A few months ago, I took my wife to see a guy she has fucked in my presence a few times over the last couple years. He is my favorite because he is smart, handsome, and has a huge cock. He is black, and an awesome contrast to my wife’s pale skin. I told him I was leaving the country and he wanted to get with my wife before I left as much as I wanted him to. It was difficult to find a day when my house would be free of kids so he invited us over to his place.
His address I recognized as being on the bad side of town. We left our house and headed over. His apartment had a seedy look to it from the outside. I parked the car behind the building and had a feeling that it wasn’t safe. I texted to let him know we were there and he met as at his building’s door. The inside of the building wasn’t better. We walked up the stairs to his apartment. I know for a fact this guy is very popular on AFF because of his cock and skills. I figured these steps lead up to a bachelor pad that would blow my mind.
Boy, was I wrong. His apartment was like every other part of it I had seen so far, very impoverished. I then had a realization. He is in the military but doesn’t get the allowance for housing because he doesn’t qualify. He is using his own regular pay to have a place not in the barracks. It made sense. I could tell by the look on my wife’s face that she was turned off by her surroundings.
We all sat on the couch and I just couldn’t picture my wife getting in the mood to do something here. Conversations started and lasted about an hour. Like I said, he is an intelligent guy and my wife likes that about him. We then discovered this guy, D, was very in to holistic types of medicine. It was odd but entertaining. The conversation shifted to something that was in his room. Good. Now the ball is rolling. He is going to his room to show us something and the polite thing is for us to follow and we will be in a better spot for something to happen. My phone buzzed. I looked and there was a text message from my wife. She fired it off in the split second I wasn’t looking. It read, “This place isn’t very sexy. Finding it difficult to get in the mood. I can’t suck his dick. My head’s just not here. Help me find an excuse.”
A few months ago, I took my wife to see a guy she has fucked in my presence a few times over the last couple years. He is my favorite because he is smart, handsome, and has a huge cock. He is black, and an awesome contrast to my wife’s pale skin. I told him I was leaving the country and he wanted to get with my wife before I left as much as I wanted him to. It was difficult to find a day when my house would be free of kids so he invited us over to his place.
His address I recognized as being on the bad side of town. We left our house and headed over. His apartment had a seedy look to it from the outside. I parked the car behind the building and had a feeling that it wasn’t safe. I texted to let him know we were there and he met as at his building’s door. The inside of the building wasn’t better. We walked up the stairs to his apartment. I know for a fact this guy is very popular on AFF because of his cock and skills. I figured these steps lead up to a bachelor pad that would blow my mind.
Boy, was I wrong. His apartment was like every other part of it I had seen so far, very impoverished. I then had a realization. He is in the military but doesn’t get the allowance for housing because he doesn’t qualify. He is using his own regular pay to have a place not in the barracks. It made sense. I could tell by the look on my wife’s face that she was turned off by her surroundings.
We all sat on the couch and I just couldn’t picture my wife getting in the mood to do something here. Conversations started and lasted about an hour. Like I said, he is an intelligent guy and my wife likes that about him. We then discovered this guy, D, was very in to holistic types of medicine. It was odd but entertaining. The conversation shifted to something that was in his room. Good. Now the ball is rolling. He is going to his room to show us something and the polite thing is for us to follow and we will be in a better spot for something to happen. My phone buzzed. I looked and there was a text message from my wife. She fired it off in the split second I wasn’t looking. It read, “This place isn’t very sexy. Finding it difficult to get in the mood. I can’t suck his dick. My head’s just not here. Help me find an excuse.”