The next weekend, Preston and I were out by the pool, sipping wine. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Porn New York, Miami, Chicago to name a few. This time it wasn’t cheating. I was lathering up my ass, when Darius joined me. I avoided him out of fear my husband, or the company my husband worked for, was his agent. The end. I made my move. He was slapping my ass, pounding my pussy from behind. He was behind her, his face buried in her ass. It lasted until dawn. It was over. Caused in part by TJ’s cock inside me, but also me recalling my first trip as a black cock cheater to Chicago. Making it up to her was the right thing to do.
