I’m lying here, my heart pounding, as I read the text from my husband. He’s asking if I’m sure about this, if I really want to invite our friend over for our wedding night. I can feel the excitement and the guilt twisting in my stomach. I know it’s wrong, but the thought of him watching, of us sharing this moment, it’s too tempting. I type back, ‘Yes, baby, I want this. Make it our special night.’ I can already imagine the look on his face, the way he’ll watch me, the way he’ll touch me. I’m his hotwife, and I’m ready to give him the wedding present he’s been dreaming of.
This has ben my fantasy so long Love. I can't wait to see you spread your legs for your black bull, watching him stretch your pussy, drive you wild and make you cum like mad, preparing your fertile pussy for his black baby making seed.