Chapter 3 - Antiquing
For some reason, the sight of my naked wife—her breasts red with handprints, her p***y swollen from use, and another man’s c*m on her face—set me off. We weren’t even in the door, and I was stripping her of the little clothing she had left.
Lexi forced me to the floor as she spread her legs and sat on my face. I attacked her t**t as though it was a pot of honey, which it was in a way. My c*m was dripping out of her, and I couldn’t avoid it. As I licked and sucked her enlarged labia and c******s, she told me what had happened.
“He forced me, Hunter. I wanted to go with him, but he still didn’t give me a choice,” she said. “Oh, keep doing that. Nibble my c**t like that. It feels so good.”
“He brought me to his friends… oh God… they were all black guys. He told them
