Chapter Thirteen
The Sweetest Worship
With eyes growing accustomed to the darkness, Brad watched as the muscular black stranger who had just made love to his wife departed. The man left the bedroom quietly, yet with what appeared to be a little swagger, and then he crossed the rest of the apartment unseen. Eventually Brad heard the door to the hallway open and then shut behind him. Naked and erect, aroused and yet wildly unsatisfied, Brad finally looked over to his smirking wife.
“Well?” she wondered. “You did finally want to see your darling wifey get f****d, didn’t you, instead of just listening from the other room? Are you glad I let you watch?”
“Yes!” Brad breathed. He licked his lips, gazing into her calm, faintly smirking face. His poor p***s stood straight up in its purpled agit
