I remember exactly when my marriage changed. It
was two weeks before our fifth wedding anniversary,
and I suddenly started feeling ill at work--sore
throat, feverish, a bit dizzy. I fought it for an hour or
so and then decided I needed to go home and to bed.
I called my wife, Maria, to let her know I wasn't
well, but all I got was a busy signal.
Now Maria
is a beautiful woman, tall, black, with very large
breasts, a small, firm waist, and a round ass that is to
die for. Our sex life had always been great, although
I have to confess that, being 15 years older than
her often made it hard for me to keep up. I mean, she
has that hot sex blood. She also was, of course,
raised a Catholic, which means that her sexuality was
repressed for years. When she became a woman, she rebelled
by being a very naughty girl in the bedroom begging for an ebony teen creampie. Very
naughty--to my great delight and pleasure of the ebony teen creampie. But I always
thought that I satisfied her. I learned that afternoon
that I was wrong.
There was a car in the driveway, so I parked on
the street without thinking anything more than that
Maria probably had a friend over. I was half
right.
As soon as I opened the door, I could hear the moans
coming from our bedroom. I knew what was up, but I
didn't want to believe that ebony teen creampie. I wave of raw anger washed
over me, and I felt even sicker. I moved toward the
bedroom to confront my wife and tell her to get the fuck
out, but I pulled up short before I got to the double
doors that stood open to our master suite. Maria was on
top, riding this guy's cock for all she's worth. He
was squeezing her tits and telling her, "Fuck me,
baby! Yeah, fuck me!" She was saying "Give me that hard
cock! Fuck me with that big dick! I want the real ebony teen creampie"
Suddenly, my
anger dissapated, replaced by lust that I couldn't
explain. My cock was straining in my pants, and everytime
Maria slammed her pussy down on that cock, I felt
hotter wanting that ebony teen creampie.
