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while we were away from home on vacation, but we had done it enough to know what we liked. We had established rules and protocols, but it had been two decades since our last adventure. The rules were specific to the gender of the third party. With girls I was not permitted to have intercourse with the other woman. I had fucked Jen that first time and Hannah couldn't deal with the jealously. It had ended their friendship, so that was forbidden thereafter, and we'd only hooked up with one woman after Jen. The other threesomes had all been with guys and the rules with them were that condoms were a must and she wasn't allowed to open mouth kiss other guys. For some reason that bothered me. It seemed too intimate and personal to me and she understood and respect my wishes.

I read Hannah's body language while they chatted. The signs were subtle but to me they were obvious. The way she smiled and laughed with him were telling. She brushed the hair from her face, touched her cheeks, and held eye contact longer than necessary. She let him know that she was interested in him, but she wasn't disrespectful to me. She made it clear that we were together, and he was unfazed. When his drinks arrived he told her his name and boldly placed his hand on my wife's shoulder, letting it rest there as he spoke. A shiver ran down my spine and I felt a familiar tingling between my legs.

"It was nice talking to you Andre. Feel free to stop back," Hannah said with a warm, flirty smile that made me shudder.

"I'll be back," he replied confidently with a wide, knowing smile. He spoke with a deep masculine voice and a subtle Caribbean accent. "I've just got to deliver these drinks and let my boys know what I'm doing."

"Sounds good," my wife told him in her sweet southern drawl. Over the years, living in the north, I'd lost my southern accent, but my wife still sounded like a proper Georgia peach.

"Fuck," Hannah gasped quietly as Andre walked away. She gazed longingly at his ass for a few moments and then turned to look at me. She had a familiar, but long missing glimmer in her pretty green eyes and a wide, playful smile on her pink lips. "That man is gorgeous."

The tone of her voice spoke volumes. It was both wistful and wanton. Her cheeks were flushed crimson and I could almost hear her heart pounding. I leaned into her, pressing my lips against her hair covered ear. The fresh, familiar scent of her shampoo filled my senses and I breathed deeply, drawing it into my lungs. My dick began to plump and my mind was racing.

"Does my Baby want to play?" I whispered softly, letting her know I was okay with it. Then I kissed her head and pulled back to look into her big emerald eyes.

"Please," she pleaded eagerly. Hannah was a decidedly submissive woman and I'd always run the roost. When we had our previous threesomes I was always in charge and she liked it that way, but she was also very good at getting her way by topping from the bottom.

"Of course, it'll be fun," I replied as I placed my hand on her inner thigh. It was early March but unseasonably cool for Savannah. She was wearing a pair of tight expensive jeans and a loose fitting short sleeved sweater that did its best to conceal her big, firm breasts. My hand crept higher under the bar and I felt the warmth of her needy sex through her pants as she turned to face me. Our lips brushed against each other and my tongue touched hers. I pressed the pads of my fingers against her pubic mound and kissed her deeply. She moaned softly into my mouth.

"Are you sure?" Hannah asked sincerely when the kiss ended and I could hear the concern in her voice. I assumed it was because it had been so long since we'd done anything like that. We were both in our late forties and the last time we'd had a threesome we'd been 24. Our daughter, who was now engaged to be married, had been a toddler and our son, who was now in college, hadn't even been conceived.

"Of course, anything for my baby," I replied happily. I adored her as much as I had when we were kids and I loved making her happy.

My hand was still on Hannah's thigh when Andre returned, and she quickly but discretely brushed it away. She turned to face him. Her smile widened and she looked up at him with an obvious hunger in her eyes.

"You came back," Hannah said with a warm soft giggle. Her voice trembled with anxious excitement and her cheeks flushed, crimson.

"I told you that I would."

"I know, and I was really hoping that you did." She emphasized "really" and shamelessly batted her eyes at him. I felt a stirring in my pants and I swallowed hard to calm my nerves. It had been so long that it felt new and exciting.

"Why's that?" Andre asked knowingly and Hannah cocked her head and grinned.

"Because you're really hot," she replied boldly, but with a nervous giggle. It was the kind of response she'd have given in her early twenties and I was glad to hear her confidence was back.

I watched her in the mirror and I shuddered. There was something different in the way she looked at him and for a moment I felt a foreboding pit in my belly, but I brushed it aside and watched them flirt. He had charisma and presence. He stood over her and lightly touched her arm. Their interaction was very familiar and if I didn't know better I'd have thought they were friends or even lovers. Their chemistry was palpable and I could feel the attraction between them.

I sat silently beside my wife and listened to their conversation. She spoke in innuendo but when he asked her if she wanted to go upstairs she let him know that she and I were a package deal. He was undaunted but I could tell that he wanted her alone. He pulled the empty chair beside him and sat down beside her. Then he turned up the charm. He was bold and flattering and Hannah responded in kind. The energy between them continued to build as the talked for almost an hour, until suddenly, she asked him if he was willing to share.

"If I must," he replied with a hearty laugh and Hannah smiled.

"Good, let's get out of here."

With that we left the bar. Andre was on my wife's left and I walked on her right. It would have been obvious to anyone paying attention what was happening but we were hundreds of miles from home and no one knew us from Adam, so we had not a care. A few minutes later we were alone inside of our hotel room where sparks started to fly.

My shoulders tensed when Andre pulled my wife into his arms and kissed her deeply. He didn't know our rules and she didn't have time to protest. Her body went rigid for a moment as she tried to fight the momentum of the moment, but my silence was consent. She quickly succumbed to his will and returned the kiss with passion and desire. They pawed at each other and kissed for several excruciating minutes while I wrestled with angst. Then he tugged at her sweater and they stopped kissing long enough to undress down to their underwear. Andre was wearing a pair of white boxer briefs which contrasted drastically with his dark Caribbean skin. Hannah was in a tiny red Victoria Secret thong and a matching bra. Her pale skin just a few shades darker than his underwear made for an incredible image that was indelible seared into my psyche.

"You are so fucking hot," Hannah sighed as she looked him up and down, and I felt a pang of jealousy from the lust in her voice.

My dick was throbbing in my pants as I wrestled with the intense forgotten combination of jealousy and sexual excitement. Hannah moaned and cooed as they resumed kissing. Her hands slid down his lats and then she grabbed at his muscular ass. She'd always had a thing for a nice butt and even in my twenties when I was a gym rat my ass had been too flat for her liking, but Andre had a round black ass and I knew she liked that. She kneaded his butt and shamelessly ground herself against him while they kissed, until she couldn't wait any longer. Then she hooked her fingers into his underwear and pushed them down his powerful thighs.

"Oh my God, you weren't kidding," Hannah gasped as his semi erect dick sprung free. "Your dick is huge." I'd already undressed and I suddenly felt uncharacteristically self conscious about my dick. In the bar when they were flirting, I'd heard Andre boast about his size, and Hannah had played off his comment. I'd assumed that he was just playing up the stereotype of the big black cock to woo my wife but I was wrong. He wasn't fully erect and he already dwarfed my above average dick by a significant margin.

She grabbed his cock and swooned as she lowered herself to the bed in front of him. She pulled him closer and licked the length of his shaft, slowly and deliberately. She did that several more times, putting on a show for us both as she looked up at him with unabashed lust in her eyes. Hannah had loved giving head when she was young and while she was a virgin when we started dating she'd given several blow jobs to guys before we started dating. Her reputation back then was that despite not "going all the way" she never left her dates unsatisfied. It was clear that Andre was enjoying her talents and she was utterly enamored with his big black dick.

"You have such a great cock," my wife cooed happily. She stuck out her tongue and slapped his rock hard cock against it. Then she laughed playfully. "I just want to play with it for a while. Is that okay?"

"I'm not complaining," Andre said with a chuckle.

Hannah grabbed his dick with both hands and smiled like a child on Christmas morning. She looked at me with wide eyed excitement and stroked him slowly. Then she licked it sensuously from balls to tip, several times, savoring his essense and moaning her approval. After that she sucked it sloppily for several long minutes. She rubbed his cock all over her face and then she slid it between her big 38DD breasts. She quickly discarded her bra, squeezed her tits together and moved up and down, fucking the valley between them with his big dick. I'd seen all of her sexual experiences since high school and I'd never seen her so utterly enthralled by a dick.

"I can't believe how big your dick is," my wife cooed happily. She wrapped her hands around his meaty shaft and grinned. "My fingers can't even touch." She giggled and glanced over at me with wide, eager eyes, showing me exactly how excited she was.

Hannah played with his cock for at least ten more minutes, marveling at his length, girth and harness. She sucked precum from the tip and swallowed it greedily. Then she spit on the tip and stroked it slowly. She was savoring every moment and exploring every inch. She coaxed him onto the bed with her and lowered her face to his groin. She sucked his balls and slobbered on his cock. She stroked him faster and then slowly while she sucked on the tip. She sucked his balls and stroked his shaft. She even discretely licked his taint, thinking that I wouldn't notice. That was something she had refused to do for me. She couldn't get enough of his dick but when he began fingering her wet pussy her needs changed. Then she wanted more and he read the situation and took control.

Andre flipped my curvaceous wife onto her back and settled between her pale, thick thighs. He laid between them and spread her labia with his fingers. He looked up into her pleading eyes and smiled. "I love married white pussy," he said in a deep baritone as lowered his full lips to her dripping cunt. He sucked the hood of her clit into his hungry mouth and rubbed the rough surface of his tongue against her sensitive nub making her moan softly.

Her eyes rolled back and she groaned louder. Her hands cupped his head and her hips undulated slowly. "Oh fuck, right there," Hannah cooed. "Put your fingers inside me. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, harder, faster."

Her legs began to tremble and her stomach muscles tensed. A string of unintelligible yelps and squeals poured from her lips. Her eyes closed and her body went rigid as she came hard on his talented tongue and probing digits. He continued to lap at her clit until her climax subsided. Then she pushed him away from her hypersensitive clit and gazed up at him with soft, pleading eyes.

"I need you inside of me," my wife moaned wantonly. There were no caveats. She didn't ask him to wear a condom or even mention protection. Her pink painted fingernails raked at his shoulders, coaxing him upwards until he was fully on top of her. Then she reached down between them and guided his unsheathed cock into her still fertile 47 year old married pussy.

My mind was reeling. I wanted to speak out and remind her of the risks and our rules but I was conflicted. I felt paralyzed by indecision and instead of speaking I grabbed my painfully hard dick, pushed it away from my stomach and squeezed it tightly. I was as hard as I'd ever been. I watched him enter her and I listened to her deep, guttural moans.

He fed half of his huge cock into her as I stood, silently at the foot of the bed. From my vantage point I could see her labia stretched taut around his girthy shaft and I marveled at the erotic contrast between their flesh tones.

Hannah wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, and she locked her ankles behind his ass so he couldn't escape. She then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him slow, deep and wet as his hips began to thrust. The fact that she initiated the kiss was telling. This was different from our past experiences. He wore no condom. Our protocols no longer existed and again, my silence was consent.

I felt dizzy and disoriented. I was filled with jealousy as they kissed. I could hear their kisses. Their lips smacking and their tongues slithering together inside the enclave of their sealed lips. I heard Hannah's cooes, but my eyes were affixed to his big black cock as it slid deep inside her. Her labia gripped his thick black shaft and when it pulled back the length of his shaft was coated in my wife's juices. An involuntary groan rose from my chest. My hand was glued to my throbbing dick but I dared not stroke it or even touch the tip. I knew that even the slightest contact with the head would make it erupt. Instead I squeezed it until it hurt as I watched him please my pretty wife like I couldn't.

He started slowly. His body moved sensuously and with surprising grace and fluidity for a man of his size and strength.  His cock touched bottom and Hannah groaned in pleasure filled agony. Her ankles unclasped and she spread her legs wide so he could sink even deeper. She grabbed at his round black ass. Her fingernails sank into his chocolate flesh and she kissed him harder.

"Faster," she pleaded. Her hips bucked against him, meeting his steady thrusts and her breathing began to labor. Her body quivered and quaked and she cried out loudly. "Oh God," she gasped loudly. "Yes, like that. I'm gonna cum Baby."

I wasn't sure who she was talking to. I had always been her Baby but it sounded like she was talking to him.

"Harder Baby, don't stop, Yes, fuck YES," Hannah cried out. She closed her eyes and sucked on his neck. Her fingers raked down his back, leaving white, ashy trails in their wake. Then she went limp. Her legs spread wider and her arms dropped to the bed. She breathed deep and steady as she recovered from the ferocity of her climax.

Andre paused. He looked down at her with a wide, knowing grin. "Do you need a break?"

"No, not at all," Hannah answered quickly as she gazed at his glistened wet dick. "I want more Baby. Can I ride your gorgeous cock."

Her words rattled in my head. I was shaken but still ravenous. I watched him roll onto his back and then Hannah straddled his trim waist.  She pressed her drooling pussy against his shaft and undulated her full hips, grinding against him while she smiled down at him. He wasn't inside of her. She was teasing him. Her labia slid over his shaft and she cupped her heavy breasts. She ground slowly and methodically as she gazed into his dark eyes.

"Are you ready Baby?" Hannah asked, her voice was low and raspy with unbridled lust.

He nodded.

"Guide me Baby. I take direction well," she said with a mischievous smile.

"Ride that black dick," he boomed and Hannah smiled.

"Yes Daddy."

Her reply hit me hard. I'd never heard her call someone Daddy before. We'd dabbled with BDSM. She was submissive and I was usually dominant, but we'd never explored the Daddy Dominant dynamic. I wasn't sure if "Daddy" was better or worse than "Baby" but both were surprisingly hot and my dick twitched in my hand. I needed to insert myself into the frey, to assert my dominance and recapture my dignity.

Hannah lifted her big, pale ass off his pelvis and Andre guided the head of his cock to her needy pussy. Then she sat down and her sex swallowed him whole.

"So good Daddy. So deep. I love it."

She pulled her feet under her and squatted on top of him. I was still at the foot of the bed with a view of her plump ass and I could see his balls against her ass crack. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his chiseled chest. She began to ride him slowly and her pants and moans filled the room.

"Do you like that black dick Baby Girl?" He asked with a knowing smile. His dark ebony hands held my wife's full hips and he looked up into her pretty eyes.

"I love it Daddy," my wife moaned. "It's everything  I dreamed of."

I moved beside them, reminding my wife that I was there and our eyes men.  Hannah smiled and blew me a kiss. She looked down at my angry pink cock and reached out to touch it. That settled my nerves slightly but she found it difficult to concentrate on two things at once and she quickly let go of my dick and focused on riding him.  Her moans got louder and urgent. Her pace quickened and her thick body slammed down on him, making a deep clapping sound, the rhythm of which matched her moans.

She rode him hard and I could tell that she was chasing another climax. In all of our time together I'd only seen her climax during intercourse a dozen or so times and never without someone playing with her clit. We'd sometimes joked that she was just wired that way, but Andre had the cheat code. He had rewired my wife and I watched in mild disbelief as she came a second time with his big black cock inside of her soaking wet hole. 

She slumped forward and kissed him again. I was becoming desensitized to the jolt of them kissing and my excitement grew with each passing moment.

Hannah ambled off Andre's sweaty brown body and he told her to get on all fours. She eagerly complied and knelt with her head at the foot of the bed. He knelt behind her and grabbed a fist full of hard black dick.

"Are you ready Baby Girl?" He boomed in a deep, authoritative tone and Hannah nodded.

"Yes Daddy, give it to me," my wife panted like a bitch in heat. They'd been fucking for at least thirty minutes and he showed no signs of slowing.  Beads of sweat rolled down his well defined torso as he rubbed his unprotected cock across the engorged pink lips of her cunt and she moaned wantonly. She instinctively lowered  her face to the bed and glanced back with a big smile on her pretty face. Her hair was damp and her body was flushed.

I stepped to the foot of the bed. My hard dick hovered over her head and I guided her hand to it as Andre entered her from behind. The sound that spilled from her open mouth at that moment  was unlike anything I'd ever heard before. It was a raw unfiltered combination of pleasure and pain, and she squeezed my dick like a stress ball from the intensity of what she felt.

"Jesus Christ," Hannah gasped. "It's so big. It's so thick, I love it. I've never felt anything like this."

"Is black dick better?" He teased and she groaned.

"Yes Daddy."

"Tell your husband. Tell him that you love black dick."

Hannah groaned deep and low.

He grabbed her hips and began to thrust. He started slowly but as her body adjusted to his size in that position she began to rock back into him, and his pace quickened. She was still holding my dick but her hand wasn't moving at all and after a few moments she let it slip from her grip and began rocking fore and aft.

Hannah grunted loudly each time he slammed his prodigious cock deep. I was, frankly, shocked at how easily she was taking all of him in that position. Even with my more modest dick she had sometimes complained that it doggy style could be painful, but with her face down and her back arched he appeared to be hitting her spot perfectly.

I again felt the need to insert myself into the action and I bent my knees so my cock was in front of her open mouth. Hannah nodded and I slipped it between her soft lips. We'd done this position in each of our previous threesomes with other guys and she'd handled it well, but they hadn't been as well endowed as Andre. Her muffled moans and grunts sounded sexy and she sucked hard making me moan, but it was clear that her focus was elsewhere.

Her body rocked between us and I felt my climax building in my loins. I moaned my encouragement, trying to remain an integral part of the tryst but Andre wanted none of that.  He pulled out of her and Hannah whimpered like a scolded puppy, letting my cock slip from her mouth. Then he pushed her ass down to the bed and straddled her thick thighs. He pushed his slippery cock back inside her in the prone position, propped his torso on his outstretched arms and began fucking her hard and fast.

Hannah grunted and groaned wildly. His firm, muscular body slammed into her fat ass violently making it jiggle and her legs started to shake.

"Like that Daddy, fuck that pussy. Its your pussy Daddy," she cried out. She grabbed at the sheets and her toes curled. "Oh God, Oh fuck. I'm cumming again. Don't stop. Yes, yes, yes..."

She clenched her teeth and her body trembled as powerful waves of pleasure washed over her. His cock slipped from her sloppy, gaping hole and her juices squirted as it continued to spasm. When her climax ebbed her body went slack. He slid back inside her and continued to fuck her at a more leisurely pace. He smacked her ass, leaving a bright red hand print on her right butt cheek, and Hannah squealed.

"Harder Daddy, I've been so bad," she said as she giggled playfully. I could tell she was slipping into her submissive head space and I felt the room starting to spin.

Andre nodded and smacked her again. "How were you bad Baby Girl?" He asked playing right into her fantasy. I knew her tricks. She and I had dabbled with BDSM for years and she loved when I smacked her ass. At times when we were  exploring D/S she would deliberately disobey me so that I would spank her.

"I let my husband put his white dick in my mouth without asking you if that was okay. I'm sorry Daddy. I won't do that again but you should definitely punish me."

"I'm glad that you see the error of your ways," he said as he continued to slide in and out of her still unsated pussy. "No more little white dick without Daddy's permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes Daddy, it's clear."

He climbed off her body and sat on the edge of the bed. His slimy wet cock pointed skyward as he laid my wife over his knee and spanked her fat ass several times, alternating between both cheeks. When he finished her entire ass was bright red and her face was beaming with joy. Then he laid down at the head of the bed and ordered her to join him.

Hannah climbed back onto the bed. She knelt between his legs with her bright red ass up high in front of me. She wagged it from side to side to tease me. Then she grabbed his shaft and wrapped her lips around the slimy, bulbous tip, tasting her juices on his brown flesh. She sucked and slurped hungrily on his cock. His girth stretched her lips taut and she gagged each time she tried to take him deep.

Relegated to spectator I took a seat on the love seat by the foot of the bed. I grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly, taking care not to climax because I knew the post orgasm malaise would be brutal if they were still going at it. I felt humiliated but for some reason that added to my excitement. I'd never truly understood the cuckold dynamic. The disrespect and humiliation had never made sense to me, but at that moment it became clear and I was reminded of a rough patch Hannah and I had when she was in college.

Hannah and I had been together since high school.  We had grown up in a small, largely homogeneous town in rural Georgia. Growing up, I had been the poor jock who cared little about his studies, and she was the rich cheerleader who got straight A's and was headed to nursing school. We were an unlikely pair but we went together like sweet tea and summertime. She was a soft spoken Georgia peach, and I was a brash, outspoken redneck. After graduation I tried my hand at community college for a year, but I ended up working as an Electrician, and Hannah went away to school. We continued to date for her four years at the University of Georgia and we saw each other almost every weekend.

Outside of the threesomes we had together I was the only man that Hannah had ever had sex with but I knew that she looked at and fantasized about other guys. I knew that one time, in college, she made out with a boy on the football team, and while she wouldn't tell me his name, I knew he was black and played corner back. Hannah had confessed her indescrecion to me soon after it happened and we'd almost broken up, but she assured me that it was a drunken mistake and promised that it would never happen again, but that indescrecion had planted a seed and Andre had let it bloom.

Hannah sucked him for several long minutes and I could tell that she was trying desperately to make him cum but he had far more stamina and self control than I'd ever had. With her talents Hannah could make me cum at will.

Several minutes later Andre laid her back and settled between my wife's spread legs. He entered her slowly, letting her savor his length and girth. He began pumping deep, with long steady strokes. Each thrust began at his shoulders and feet and worked inward like a black wave crashing against her quivering pale body. He kissed her tenderly and let her excitement build to a crescendo as he too approached his zenith. He thrust harder and faster. His breathing began to labor and Hannah fed off his excitement.

"Cum for me Daddy," she panted excitedly.

"I'm close," Andre warned and Hannah squealed with delight. "Where do you want it?"

His words hung in the air. The meaning was clear.

"In my pussy Daddy, please cum in my pussy."

Andre nodded and he thrust harder and deeper. The mattress creaked beneath them as he jackhammered my wife's pussy. She begged and pleaded for more. Her hips bucked wildly and her eyes closed as she grabbed at the bed sheets and climaxed hard. Her body twisted and writhed.

"Cum for me Daddy. Cum in my pussy, Daddy. It's your pussy, Daddy. Give me a black baby.

Andre grunted like a wild board. He buried the length of his cock in her depths and erupted inside of her. I watched his balls tighten and I could see his cock pumping his seed into my wife's womb. When his orgasm ended he began to thrust again.

The room filled with the sound of his dick pounding into her soiled cunt and he lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her and whispered something for her ears only.

Hannah purred and whispered her reply. They kissed again and his hips slowed as his spent cock went slack. It slipped from her ruined hole and he rolled to her side.

"Do you want to reclaim your dirty wife? Andre said that you can fuck me while he gets cleaned up," Hannah said with a soft giggle. She beckoned me onto the bed and Andre headed to the bathroom.

I climbed between her legs and my dick slid easily in to her resized, soiled pussy. It was so warm and so wet that I erupted almost instantly, exacerbating my humiliation.

Andre walked out of the bathroom a minute later and laughed. "You finished already. No wonder your wife wanted black dick," he said dismissively and I felt my cheeks warm.

He picked up his clothes and started to get dressed while Hannah and I continued to lay in bed. She he was dressed he and Hannah exchanged phone numbers. Then he leaned over and kissed her long, slow and wet, while I watched.

"Give me a call tomorrow Baby Girl. I get off work at 5."

"Yes, Daddy," she replied with a nervous giggle.

"Whose pussy is that?"

"It's all yours, Daddy."

"Good girl," Andre said with a nod. Then he kissed her tenderly and left.

I laid in silence with my well fucked wife beside me. Her head rested on my chest as I tried to reconcile my feelings about what had just happened. My mind was reeling. Another man had just cum inside her pussy, and while she was a 47 year old woman, she was still fertile. She'd even asked him to put a baby inside her. Was that part of the fantasy for her? Had she been caught in the moment? Or did she really want to get pregnant with his child?

Additionally, hearing her call him Baby and Daddy, while terribly arousing, was also troubling. I'd never watched her submit to another man and seeing it scared me. The way she reacted to him and the amount of times and the ferocity with which she climaxed with him was unlike anything I'd ever seen. She'd never squirted before, of that I was certain. Finally, she had promised not to fuck me without his blessing, and I was her husband, and they were going to get together for another tryst. We'd never met anyone for a second go round.

"Are you okay Baby?" Hannah asked as she looked up at me with wide, inquizative eyes. I could hear the concern in her voice and I nodded. She could tell that I was struggling. She knew me well.

"I think so." I wasn't mad or upset. I was confused and concerned. I'd always felt confident in my abilities in bed and in my marriage, but my confidence was shaken. I couldn't stop picturing her body shaking each time she climaxed.

"You think?"

"Yeah, this time was different. You kissed him. He came inside you and you're not on birth control. You called him Daddy. You squirted and told him it was his pussy. And, you made a date for tomorrow," I said as I shrugged.

Hannah rolled onto her side and looked at me with genuine concern. "I'm sorry baby, I truly thought you were enjoying yourself. I love you and this is your pussy, regardless what I said in the heat of the moment. We don't have to meet Andre tomorrow. It can be just you and I."

"Let's play it by ear," I said softly as I rubbed her shoulders. It was after 2am and my eyes were heavy. "I love you Babe, so much. We can talk more tomorrow morning."

"Okay Baby, to the moon and back."

We kissed tenderly and for that moment my concerns melted away. Sleep came easy after that but my dreams were wildly erotic and eight hours later I awoke, hard and ready to reclaim my wife, properly.

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