My first wife had a bisexual boyfriend. I did not object and I was not jealous. When my wife was away, her boyfriend came to our house, or I went to his, and he fucked me so hard that any time I think about him, I can feel his thick c*** penetrating my a**.

The things I most remember about him are how often he wet his jeans, his dark eyes, his smooth black curly hair, his luscious voice and that c*** like a lounge candle, hard as steel, straight as a rod. It spent hours erecting, sliding into my a**, pumping a load, deflating for a few minutes, slipping out and then erecting again.