1. Me a whore for black gangbangs


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: BDSM, Group Sex, Interracial Sex, Author: loadmans4u_slutpam, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Ben suggested that maybe he wasn't fucking me for the same reason I wasn't bothered about having sex with him and that he was shagging someone else, especially being away so much. The more I thought about it the more I became convinced Ben might be right. If that was the case it would be excellent, if I could find some evidence, blame him and tell him I wanted to find a lover. Trying to catch him out became imperative, a Halloween party was coming up at a time he would be home and I was desperate to go with Ben. My husband returned from his latest trip, dumped his bag in the spare bedroom, emptying it before coming downstairs, putting his briefcase in the study. We had dinner, him telling me about his latest trip, discussing jobs that needed doing in the house, just a perfectly normal married couples evening. We went to bed and I waited until he was sl**ping before going and checking his suitcase, completely empty, even the pockets, absolutely nothing. I crept downstairs into the study, lifted his briefcase on the desk, tried to open it and found it locked. His keys were in the kitchen. I fetched them, sure he kept the key on there but it was missing. I had to get it open, I knew there was a second key, I'd been with him when he bought it and he would have kept it, probably putting it in the desk or filing cabinet. The filing cabinet was noisy to open it would have to wait until he was out. The following afternoon off he went to play golf. I went into his office and searched ...
    the desk but couldn't find it, the cabinet was packed with files, many obviously not likely to contain the key but I went through them. Finally at the back of the bottom drawer I found what I was looking for, a plastic folder, containing envelopes all neatly labelled, with duplicate keys. The best part of two hours had passed, I didn't think he'd be back for a while, but hurried to search his briefcase. Paper, pens, PDA, a mobile phone. I scrolled through the messages mostly business, but a lot from someone called Angie, though nothing particularly incriminating singly, some referred to various trips and it was possible to infer she'd been with him. I moved onto the compartments in the lid and struck gold. Two packets of Viagra, one unopened, the other containing one remaining tablet. The chemist label dated when he'd last been home and he certainly hadn't fucked me in that time. I took them and put every thing back where I'd found it. I'd read Viagra had other uses and spent some time checking on the internet, to be sure. The dosage and instructions on the pack left no doubt, he was using it to shag some tart, fantastic I'd got him. That night I went up to bed before him, and was laid on the bed, using a vibrator when he came up shortly after. He knew I had, and used toys but rarely had I used them in front of him. He looked surprised, and I told him I was doing it because he never fucked me. He said something about being tired and might not be able to perform. I pulled the ...
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