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First, she tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his taut abs and hairless chest. I noticed her eyes linger for a moment, studying his fit body. Then she pushed him back into his chair and bent down to loosen his belt, unzip his fly and pull his jeans down before discarding them. Next she slipped off his shoes and socks, leaving him sitting there in just his jockey shorts. The look on his face was one of surprise with a hint of embarrassment. “Okay, go take a shower,” Angie said in a calm and even voice, as though nothing out the ordinary had happened. When I entered the lounge later that evening, I was delighted to see my wife and Jason entwined on the sofa together, watching a movie on TV. Jason had trapped both of Angie’s legs between his own, and his head was resting on her plump bosom. It was evident that Jason’s cock was mashed against my wife’s upper thigh, separated only by a thin layer of clothing. The thought excited me immensely, and made me wonder whether their bodies entwined so intimately together would provoke desire or sexual temptation. I certainly hoped so. After that night I knew I had set the wheels of desire in motion, so thought it best that I make myself scarce for a couple of days to let nature take its course. If what I witnessed on my sofa the previous night was anything to go by, then I was sure that my wife and Jason would soon be taking their relationship to the next level, without any encouragement from me. I packed a change of clothes that Tuesday morning before leaving for work. As soon as I arrived at work, I called Angie and told her that I had a big job on outside of town, so I’d be stopping the night in a hotel and finishing the job the following day. It was a lie, of course, but I arab felt this was a necessary step toward achieving my goal. I’d be leaving the lovebirds alone for two whole days and one night. I was certain that would be sufficient alone time for them to cuddle up and indian loose control of their carnal desires, maybe a bit of foreplay or perhaps even have a good fuck session to break the ice. Chapter 2 Black Invasion I returned home Wednesday evening with the weight of anticipation bearing down on me. I was certain that my wife had at least indulged in a little foreplay with her young lover. The difficult part would be getting her to spill the beans, so to speak. But when I walked through the door the sight that greeted me could not have been more shocking. The first thing I noticed was the smell of cannabis hanging heavy in the air. Then, a second later, I clocked a black lad sitting on my couch smoking a joint. Next, and most shocking of all, was a second black lad. This one however was naked from the waist down, with my wife kneeling at his feet and noshing on his large ebony rod. 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