Shared Wife India Summer Gets BBC Trained in Front of Husband
The titillating tale of the Shared Wife
In the sultry suburbs of Swingersville, a captivating couple lived in a quaint cottage on Cuckold Crescent. The husband, Harold, a mild-mannered man with a meek demeanor, was married to his ravishing wife India Summer, a buxom beauty with a penchant for pyramiding pleasure. Their unorthodox arrangement was simple – India could indulge in the carnal delights of BBCs, while Harold eagerly watched, often suppressing his twitching Jolly Green Giant.
One fateful Friday evening, India Summer sauntered into their lavish living room, her lithe legs peeking through a tantalizing sheer negligee. Harold, engrossed in his Periodical Pornography, perked up at the sensual sight. “Darling,” she purred, “I’ve invited a Sizeable Stranger over for some Quality Time.”
Harold gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing in anticipation. Moments later, a burly brute barged in, his bulging biceps glistening under a restrictive tank top. India Summer cooed, “Meet Towering Tony!” As Harold fumblingly adjusted his glasses, Towering Tony proceeded to de-robe, unveiling his majestic member.
“Omigod,” India Summer squealed, her nipples hardening visibly. “It’s like a gear shift!” She snatched a cucumber from their vegetable caddy, holding it alongside Towering Tony’s towering tower. “It could double as a bathtub plug!” she quipped.
Harold chuckled nervously, mentally prepping for the impending proceedings. The couple huddled on the couch, clues of their white wife BBC training sessions. India Summer prepped Towering Tony’s tip with a sensual tongue-lashing. Harold fidgeted, his Fleshy Ferret stirring.
Next, their neglected Netflix service flickered to life, broadcasting their BBC training session. India Summer’s bountiful bosom bounced as she rode Towering Tony’s Pontiac Trans Am of pleasure. She moaned deliriously, “Oh Tou-Tou! Its huge hit hurts-hurts.”
Harold grabbed a can of air freshener, spritzing it onto his stiff salami stick. “You’re doing great, honey!” he exclaimed. India Summer lunged forward, engulfing Towering Tony’s colossal cannon into her cavernous cave. The rhythmic rumbling relaxed Harold’s bundled bundle of nerves.
After an hour of intense intercourse, Towering Tony spilled his spicy spaghetti sample onto their sanitized sofa. India Summer sighed blissfully, cuddling her creampied crottch. “Thanks for the BBC adventure, Towering Tony!” She giggled, “I’ll recommend you to our other cuckold couples!”
Harold splurted a spurt of spunk onto his shameful under-shirt. The couple smiled insidiously, plotting their next BBC training session. Their peculiar predilection changed their ordinary marriage into a freaky, fun, fort-building fest.
The End
