09-30-2022, 06:07 PM
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The sight of my wife kissing her bull's ass
Over the course of 5 years, my ex-wife Amanda and I became heavily involved in the cuckold interracial lifestyle. During that time, I saw her do a lot of stuff. Most of it excited the hell out of me. But, one thing was too much for even me.
At the time, Amanda was in a relationship with a man named Barry. In fact, the two of them had been fuck buddies for well over two years. She was so involved with this man that he was a regular at our house; not just for sex, but for dinner and to help with stuff around our property. I knew she had crossed the line with him, but there never seemed to be the right time to confront her, without causing a fight.
One week night, I believe it was a Wednesday, Amanda told me that Barry was coming over for dinner after his last delivery. It turned out that he showed up a little after 10 PM. Amanda warmed up some leftover steak, mashed potatoes and green beans for him. I had a long day and I still had some paper work to do, so I went into my office and the two of them ate in the dining room. When I buttoned up my work, I grabbed a couple beers and headed upstairs. I needed to get some rest because I knew another long day was coming. I already knew she’d want to sleep in our big bedroom, so I went in our spare room. I remember I was watching a show about Bonnie and Clyde on Youtube, when I heard them walking up the stairs. I was so damn exhausted and so used to them sleeping together that I just didn’t care. It sounds insane, but that’s where I was at in our relationship.
I must have been beyond exhaustion because I sleep right through whatever they were doing. Something I couldn’t sleep through was the real need to take a piss. I had to walk passed their bedroom to get to the bathroom. When I did, I saw that the door was partially open because some times it sticks on the carpet. Although it was quiet in there, something told me to look in. There was enough light from the moon and the night light for me to see Amanda lying on her side at the foot of the bed. It looked like one of Barry’s legs was tossed over her ribs and her right arm was stretched out over him. Then I heard the distinct smack of Amanda kissing him followed by tongue flapping sounds. Right about then a couple cars went by on the road in front of our house. As they drove around the corner, the light from their headlights lit up the bedroom. I clearly saw Amanda lying on her side and parts of a white pillow sticking out from under the side of Barry’s ass.
From how high his hips were and how low to the bed her face was, I knew what she was doing. She was kissing and lapping away at Barry’s asshole. I knew it because on the rare occasion that we have sex, she wants me to kiss her asshole. Now, here she is, kissing her black man’s ass. It was then that I saw Amanda not as the same woman I married, but as a dirty fucking pig! I so wanted to open the door, but then it hit me that I persuaded her into having sex with black men. I drove her to the motel hook ups; I got my rocks off watching her fuck one black man after the next. It was my dreams come true when she first invited Barry to our house. So did I open the door, did I confront her? No, I went back to bed and let her do what she wanted to do.
The next morning, they were still in bed when I went to work. When I came home Barry was gone and Amanda acted like nothing new happened. As we sat down to dinner, I found myself watching her eat. I couldn’t get the image of her kissing Barry’s asshole out of my mind and I still can’t. No lie, this is all true.
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