Michael chuckled and smiled back to her. "Yeah, Baby. Ill give you what you need."
The entire scene couldn have been more ridiculous if it wasn real. Ann leaned forward to kiss the tip of spread ass the huge slab of meat in her hands before turning back to me.
"Now, Im going to fuck Michael, and you
e going to do whatever we tell you. You can watch…Maybe, youll learn something."
I just stood there looking stupid. I hoped for a way out of this, a way that afforded spread ass me at least the illusion of pride.
Instead, I found only further humiliation. Ann had begun to kiss Michael around the groin area. Between gentle, loving little kisses she ordered me spread ass to strip down to the g-string, and then to fix some drinks.
I planned on doing anything other than playing this game. Unfortunately, the only protest I could come up with was to stand spread ass there and stare like an idiot.
I watched as my beautiful wife lovingly administered little kisses about this ebony strangers strong hips. I watched as her tiny white hand slid along that enormous black pole, and the other squeezed and caressed his rock hard glutes. I marveled at the contrast. Her small hands, her beautiful face, her smooth, creamy, supple skin seemed to encompass all that is feminine. His thick, firm torso, deep brown skin, and mahogany cock epitomize unyielding masculinity. Together, they were the personification of sexual desire and energy. They seemed the physical embodiment of erotic passion.
Michaels deep, resonate voice interrupted my reveries. "Didn your wife tell you to make some drinks?" His voice was deep, confident, powerful and insistant..
I could only nod. The idea that I hadn said a word since I left work almost amused me.
"Damn it, boy. Then, do it," Michael ordered, actually raising his voice a little. I thought it
spread ass ironic that he was loosing patience with me. After all, he was the one about
spread ass to fuck my wife!
He paused a moment before going on in a quieter, but even more authoritarian tone. "Drop you
e fuckin pants, and get me a rum and coke."
Ann looked up at Michael and thanked him for "lighting a fire under his pathetic ass." Then, she took the fat, purplish head of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes rolled in my direction as if she wanted to be sure that I
spread ass saw her with another mans cock in her mouth.
Ann: He was so shocked. I could have knocked him over with a
spread ass feather!
Tom: Its not that funny...
Ann: Its not?
Tom: Well, not from my point of view...Okay, maybe a little.
Anyway, I could strike out, or strip. I chose to strip.
Once down to the g-string, the humiliation of the situation had begun to settle in. I was the only person in a highly charged sexual situation with clothing on, even though that clothing confined only my genitals, leaving the rest of my body exposed. The others were able to experience erotic touch throughout their entire bodies without restrictions. It seemed like the thong marked
spread ass me as apart--the servant to the sexual desires of this
spread ass god and goddess that were about to make passionate love in front of me.
Ann: That was a nice touch, wasn it?
Tom: Sometimes you scare me.
Ann was now completely involved with pleasing the man that stood in front of her. She lovingly stroked and sucked his cock, as he gently ran his hands through her soft
spread ass auburn hair.
I walked to the vanity
spread ass where the beverages were.
Ann: Honestly, I wanted
spread ass this night to be a surprise for Tom. After wed discussed the possibility of the humiliation aspect several times, I thought, why not? Ive always been attracted to well-built men, and especially black men. So has Tom, whether he wants to admit it, or not
spread ass.
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