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wetness from my slit, poured down my legs.
    It didn’t take Glenn long to shift course once again. His left hand moved along my right breast, touching my nipple to see if his magic was working on it. He knew what he doing. It grew firmer, reacting to his finger titillating it slowly. His right hand was far from idle. When it reached the moist area in between my legs, his fingers pushed into my hole and I let out a soft moan. I quickly glanced over at Frank, and could see him stroking his exposed prick. My mind returned to what was happening to me when I felt more of Glenn’s fingers gently probing inside my inviting folds of womanhood.
    My hand started doing some wandering of its own. I looked down at his bulging cock. It needed to be released from his stretched pants. I eased his fingers out of my throbbing twat and fell to my knees. I unzipped, reached in and pulled out his prick from his underwear, freeing his imprisoned tool. I wanted his black dick in my mouth, where it belonged. I wanted to know it’s full length, every inch, intimately. My desire to swallow his sperm took over. I could see that my spouse had done well for me. He knew I wanted it big and it was certainly that. His not yet fully erect cock was already a good 7 inches.
    I licked his black manhood hungrily, letting my wet tongue hit every inch of it. The girth of his rod was huge and his now fully erect 10-inch dick matched it. Deep throating my husband’s cock was something that I loved to do but the challenge to suck this one, only made it that much more appealing. I took to the challenge with gusto. I was determined to have this immense pole firmly down my throat and his hot cream filling me up.
    I thought of nothing else but his member stuffed inside my lips. I sucked the tip of his cock and then my mouth went down further and further and further. I took the full length of it down my throat, gagging briefly during its journey. I held it there for an instant then bobbed my mouth up and down his shaft repeatedly. Sounds of delight emitted from my mouth; I enjoyed playing with my favorite new instrument. I looked into his eyes and heard his groans and continued. The thought of how it would feel in my cunt, made my pussy quiver even more than his fingers had. I couldn’t wait any longer.
    “Fuck me. Give me that cock,” I bellowed. Glenn didn’t hesitate. He quickly removed his clothes and lifted me off the floor. He positioned me flat on the sofa. Lifting one of my legs, he shoved in his fat prick with one swift motion. The full force of it sent shock waves into my desperate cunt. Glenn pumped hard and was very vocal. He thrived on delivering thrusts that were high on my pussy’s Richter Scale. My slit quaked as he continued his massive energized insertions in and out.
    Frank was the furthest thing from my mind except when he shouted out the words I had long imagined like, “Fuck my wife harder.” I was totally enthralled by Glenn fucking me. He reached over and kissed me. It wasn’t the sweet soft kiss of two people in love. He sucked my tongue once again, like a man in heat. Then, he continued his pounding of my soaked cunt. Neither of us could hold back any longer and his balls emptied inside my ready hole. My nectar poured all over his cock. Glenn withdrew his dick from my satiated twat. He collapsed on my body and rested there for a few moments.
    When we sat up on the sofa once again, we looked over at Frank. He was sitting there like a Cheshire cat, with a grin on his face and cum dripping down his limp cock. Glenn got up to leave but Frank said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” A knowing smile spread over Glenn’s face and he lifted me up and took me to the edge of the sofa.
    “Bend over,” he told me and I did. My hands were draped over the soft beige leather. “Spread your legs.” Again I complied. I was amazed that his cock recovered so quickly
    from our previous fuck. He lubricated his fingers with my pussy juices mixed