Elizabeth's Roman Awakening Ch. 03

Michael reflected on how much he wanted to be standing at the side of their marital bed and see his own wife ride a hot black lover like Patrice, and with that passed the point of no return to cuckoldom. Nothing would stand in the way of him forcing his wife into this lifestyle. He quickly grew hard again and began stroking his pale little manhood.

Patrice had turned his partner over on her tummy and entered her from behind again. He met no resistance as the camera clearly revealed just how stretched Anne's vagina was. Patrice parted her now puffy pussy lips with every push.

Anne was exclaimed, "Damn it, you're pushing right into my womb. Oh god, stop. Please pull, Patrice. Please."

Patrice grinned an evil grin and yelled, "No way cunt. I plant my seed deep inside you and make your belly big."

Now their bodies slapped together wetly as a stroked her deep and hard, his huge balls rocking furiously. He came inside her hard as he moaned loudly. He collapsed onto her body then raised himself back up on strong forearms and kissed her back. She was eerily silent in a way that only a woman completely satisfied, then possessed by her man can be.

Michael's jaw was slack and he was moaning to himself. His attention was focused on the screen and he did not see his wife, seeing exactly what he had seen, staring daggers at him through the narrow opening of the bedroom door. In the darkness of the lounge, Michael dribbled a second weak climax.

Elizabeth was in turmoil. She hated Joseph now -- didn't she? She had cheated behind her dear husband's back; that was a clear and pressing threat to her marriage -- wasn't it? Closing her eyes she could almost smell the strong musk of Joseph. Her crotch reacted, and her vaginal muscles began throbbing. Surely she couldn't be in need of him - could she? She didn't want any part of this crazy lifestyle that seemed to be rushing headlong toward them, that she knew from Anne had changed her marriage beyond the point of no return. Elizabeth didn't want that at all; she just wanted to go back to the States with her Michael -- didn't she? Her mind raced as her confusion dominated her psyche.

In the lounge, Michael wiped cum from his sore little dick, hardly believing he had climaxed twice in a single night. He was in the grip of cuckold fever, but Elizabeth would never go for something as crazy as this -- would she? If he could trick her somehow into Joseph's arms, he would still have all of a husband's rights to his wife -- wouldn't he? Surely he would benefit directly by her becoming so much more sexual, becoming -- what was the term Nigel used -- a 'hotwife'? He wouldn't just become one of those -- what was the term Joseph used -- 'sister husbands?" His mind raced as the fever dominated his psyche.

Both Michael and Elizabeth were thinking, almost as if in concert, this is not over yet. Not at all.

A scant few blocks away, Joseph undressed and started pulling his wallet, lighter, and other paraphernalia from his pockets. His finger found the soft material of Elizabeth's panties, and pulled them slowly out. Holding them up and inspecting them appreciatively them under the light of the chandelier, he thought to himself, this is not over yet. Not at all. It's just beginning. Everything is falling into place.