1. The holiday that changed our lives - Chapter 7: The morning after


    Date: 4/9/2017, Categories: Information, Black, Cuckold, Interracial, Lesbian, Mature, Author: gwrcariadus, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    It was quite late when I awoke the next morning after the events of last night and, in fact, the last few days; so I anxiously checked on Cara and took her out into the garden for her usual ablutions. When I returned, Margaret was still blissfully fast asleep so I gave Cara her breakfast and returned to the (temporary) marital bed. It would be far too late to catch John on his morning walk, so I thought I would attempt to catch up on some sleep but my mind was so busy mulling over recent events that this was nigh on impossible. I tossed (not that, you naughty!) and turned without much sleep until Cara wanted to go out again about eleven o'clock. When I returned, Margaret was gradually waking up. She said to me "I thought I dosed off with a pussy full of your juice? I felt myself a couple of times during the night and I was quite dry." "I know, sorry," I replied "I couldn't resist tasting your juices along with mine but was unfortunately disappointed as mine seemed so thin after John's!" "Better stick to cleaning up nice thick black cock juice, then," she retorted "I just wish I was fifty years younger so that I could get John to impregnate me - I just know you would love to bring up yet another man's child and a black one this time - it would be a permanent reminder of your wife's black lover and your cockold status". As my dick was rising to the occasion, still without the aid of viagra, M. said that I had better provide her with that internal cream she was after. Who was ...
    I to refuse that request - not that I could probably refuse any request from my darling wife: after the last few days I loved her more than ever. My relatively "little" dick easily slipped into M.s cavernous entrance, but I gained enough friction to create the desired effect. Just as we were about to reach planet orgasm together, I heard the front door open. Glancing across, I noticed that Rita had helped herself and walked straight into our cottage crossing immediately into the bedroom to see the action. M. went straight over the orgasmic hill and I followed shortly. As we were both gently ambling down the return slope, M. said to Rita "thanks for coming in just then, it pushed me over the top nicely" who replied "yes, must have been more difficult with that little one - it was nothing like the last one I witnessed. Was the one with John's black cock driving, your best ever?". Margaret's superbly large smile returned and she said, pointedly to both of us, "Yes is certainly was the best SO FAR - I intend to go on making them better until I eventually die in the throes of an orgasm". "Not yet" I quipped "as I'm hoping to enjoy many more thick & creamy chewable cream-pies etc." On sliding out from our sexual coupling, Rita told me to leave the room as she was cleaning this one up. I told her she was welcome to that runny cream-pie. "Anything is better than nothing," she said "now clear off and let me tell M. about your excitement yesterday while we watched her first black cock ...
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