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A deal with my bestfriend's wife (1) (His wish to see his wife's friend naked comes true.) For years, I had fantasized about seeing Greta naked. She is a friend of my wife Tammy and I. She's married to Dave, a local computer repair guy.

Gary could be seen-now naked-off to the side and holding his camera aimed at Beth. The next several shots were obviously taken by Gary, and showed his wife with strings and globs of cum on her face, both of her tits, and drooling through her string of pearls. The young guy who had been fucking her was now pounding his dick, and one of the shots caught the exact moment when he started to blow his load onto her belly, capturing the thick white rope hanging in midair. The next photo filled the screen with Beth's cum-drenched face while a stiff cock was being jerked off right next to it. There was a sting of jism across her nose and lips that had obviously just shot from the fat dick.

Once the door was firmly closed, Gair turned to look at his wife. His eyes were drawn first to her chest. Where and how had she hidden those under her tunic? Even if she had a padded corset on that was way more than just a handful of flesh spilling over the top of the low neckline. He felt his mouth water as his tarse rose. Bloody hell. Why could he not keep his body under control around this woman? He knew his wife would not be a willing partner yet. Probably not any time soon either. He cleared his throat and drug his eyes up to hers.

Summary: I thought I was playing cards with our new neighbors. Instead, I watched my wife strip for three Black cocks and it was only the beginning. •••• Gareth's Pov~ I had no idea that my wife’s biggest fantasy was to get fucked by dark-skinned men until we moved into a new neighborhood. For years I thought Marina and I had a solid marriage. I thought I knew every corner of her body, every secret in her head, every desire in her heart.

“No. That's not true. I-it’s not what you think.” “Before the accident, I received a picture of you kissing Evelyn.” There was pain in her hand as she grabbed her phone tightly. She wished she was strong enough to break it. “And just now, I received a video of you two, naked, while making out. So, you tell me, Nikolai. What am I supposed to think now?”

On their third anniversary, Lucia opened a drawer and found the same box of condoms she'd bought before the wedding—still sealed. Not like they forgot protection. They just never had anything to protect. Three years, and Jared hadn't touched her once. So that night, she got bold. New lingerie, three glasses of red, and she wrapped her arms around his neck the second he stepped out of the shower. "Babe," she whispered. "Let's—" He shoved her off. "Seriously, Lucia? Have you no shame?" His voice was ice. "If you're that desperate, go hump a stick."

Someone at the back responds. “Oh my God, you are all crazy!” Amari exclaims while I crack up. Amari knocks my side with her elbow, but this is too funny. “Shut up! You told us that he was impotent. We had to make sure that you don’t do something stupid,” Mrs Gail hits back and I can’t hold back my laughter. My bestie has my back and even willing to challenge my wife. “I never told you that!” Amari exclaims. “Well…the television people did and …”

Warning: Explicit sexual content, cuckold/hotwife dynamics, interracial content, rough sex, voyeurism. 18+ only. "Hold that pose, babe! Perfect!" Mark crouched low with his camera, snapping rapid-fire shots of his wife Jessica as she arched her back by the pool, the new white bikini contrasting beautifully against her tanned skin. The afternoon sun caught the water droplets on her body just right, and Mark's artistic eye appreciated the composition even as another part of him appreciated... other things.

Feeling a knot in my chest, I opened our chat. [Hey, man, are you sure that package went to the right place?] [Yeah! Harborview Estates, Unit 2502. Didn't you guys already sign for it?] Then, he sent me another photo. Right away, my blood was about to boil. My brain just shut down like a clock with a broken spring. In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face.