Like many people who participated in the National Guard, I joined in order to get more education opportunities and a slightly higher monthly salary.
Since I didn't get into college, my family with a tight living could not send me to a computer school, so I had to join the National Guard to receive their free computer training.
As for carrying a gun to the battlefield to fight, that is something I have never considered.
Since the end of World War II, the National Guard has never participated in battles again, and their role is to participate in work such as fighting natural disasters such as floods.
Occasionally they were sent to fight to quell the riots, such as going to Los Angeles and Detroit to suppress civilian riots there, but they never went to the battlefield.
Apart from the aviation team, they did not participate in the Korean War in the 1950s, nor in the Vietnam War and the First Gulf War.
So, I signed up for the National Guard for my computer training courses and for my future job as a computer technician.
After joining the Guard, I have to attend the monthly meetings, participate in the two-week summer camp activities and freshman training courses.
Every month I have to undergo routine training and inspections, and my life is very regular and comfortable.
Later, I met Erica and fell in love with her. I tried every means to please her and convince her, so that she could realize that she should live with me in the future.
Unexpectedly, just when I thought things were not going well, she actually agreed to my courtship.
We got married soon and lived a peaceful and happy life.
But, not long after, that idiot Bush won the presidential election, he brought our country into an unwise and unjust Iraq war and forced me to follow the National Guard on a long road of war.
After being sent to Iraq, the letters sent from home were still filled with enthusiasm and optimistic words, but as time went by, the letters from home came less and less, and the words became increasingly cold.
My salary in the Guard simply couldn't meet the family's expenses, and even Erica's salary wasn't enough.
In a letter, Erica complained to me that the power at home had been shut down due to the failure to pay the electricity company's bill in time.
In another letter, she told me that she had been driven out by the landlord because she could not afford the rent that blocked the house, and later, with the support of her parents, she rented back the apartment.
Our lives are getting worse and worse. My teammates and I are sent to this deserted desert, like the Army, the Air Force and the Navy, but we cannot get the same salary as them.
The letters sent from the United States are full of pessimism, and many families are struggling to survive.
Of course, there are also some Bush fanatical supporters (none of them is on the front line, and their son or daughter is not on the front line) who will say: Stop complaining!You voluntarily apply to join the National Guard.You should know that joining the National Guard means obeying the call at any time to go to the battlefield.
This is true, I agree completely.
But since we are on the battlefield like the regular army, why are our salaries different?
I was just joining the National Guard for computer training, so I didn’t want to patrol the streets of Ramadi with a submachine gun, nor was I killed by the cold guns of terrorists hiding behind the windows.
Forget it, I have said enough complaints, so let’s talk about my own affairs.
Suddenly, the pessimistic and complaining letter of home no longer comes.
I know my family’s life has not improved, but I do not hear any complaints about being out of power, air, phone, or being kicked out of the room.
Then, I was hit by luck and didn't know if it should be considered good luck or bad luck.
One day while patrolling the suburbs of Ramadi, our squad was attacked by a car bomb.
The bomb injured one of my legs and I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Six weeks later, I was taken to Laguada, waiting for my flight to Kansas City.
I decided not to tell Erica about my coming back to the United States and I wanted to surprise her.
My flight arrived in Kansas City at about 11 am and I called a taxi to take me home.
When I was almost at the door, I saw Erica go out and drive her Honda Accord away, so I asked the taxi driver to turn around and follow her.
The taxi driver turned to look at me and said, "You are kidding, right?"Tell me to follow that car?Just like in a movie?
That's right, I just want you to follow that car and follow.
We followed Erica until she parked her car in front of a bar restaurant called Blakey.
Watching her walk into the bar, I paid the fare, took off the tweed bag's luggage and walked to the back of my wife's Accord, trying to open the trunk and put the luggage in.
However, the trunk was locked, so I had to carry my bag into the bar.
I saw Erica sitting next to the bar, a man standing beside her talking to her.
The man took out his wallet, took out something from it for Erica to see, and said something to her.
Erica nodded, and the man turned around and waved to a man sitting at another table.
The man stood up and walked up to them. After saying a few words, the man also took out his wallet and showed Erica what was inside, as if it was an ID card.
Erica nodded again.
Looking at everything in front of me, I kept thinking about some difficult questions in my mind.
First of all, it's Tuesday afternoon, why doesn't Erica go to work?
Second, Erica was wearing a sexy short skirt and a shirt with a low neckline. Her plump breasts were almost exposed, as if she was saying to the men: Come on, come and fuck me Ah!
It is impossible for a serious woman to wear such clothes to work.Third, her makeup was very thick, her hair was also in a strange shape, and she even wore a wig.
In a nutshell, she dressed like a wandering oriole.
Fourth, why did she come to the bar during work?
Fifth, what are those men saying to Erica?
Why did she check her ID card again?
These questions were like messes lingering in my mind, and I couldn't figure them out no matter how hard I decided. I really wanted to rush to her and ask them clearly.
Just as I was about to throw the bag in my hand and walk towards her, a voice suddenly came out in my mind and said: Calm down, Ted, sit down in a dark corner, observe carefully before talking.
So, I quietly found a corner that was not easy to find and sat down with a bag.I want to see what can happen.
After chatting with the two men standing beside her for a few more minutes, Erica stood up and walked out the door, and the two men followed her out together.
I also stood up with my bag and walked towards the door, and saw the three of them walking to the door of the Black Oak Motel across the street.
I quickly left the bar door and followed them to observe.
Through the hotel's large glass window, I saw Erica take out a key from her handbag, open the door to Room 104, and go in with the two men.
Now, all my questions seem to have answers, Erica’s clothes, her makeup, transactions in the bar, checking men’s ID cards and having the keys to a motel room, all of which show Erica is just prostitution.
My first thought was to rush to the hotel across the street, kick open the door of the room, and kill the slutty man and woman inside.
However, at this moment another voice said in my mind: Don’t be so impulsive!Perhaps in addition to the five questions you just thought of, there are also questions sixth, seventh and eighth that need to be answered.
It's Ah, things don't seem that simple now, I need to understand every detail carefully.
So, I restrained my emotions and did not rush to the hotel across the street, but returned to the bar and sat on the bar stool that Erica had just sat on.
The bartender was an older man who brought me a beer and returned the money I handed him back.
The first glass of wine given to active-duty soldiers is free.
He said.
It turned out that he was an old soldier who participated in World War II and the Korean War, so we talked about the differences between his army at that time and my army at that time.
During the conversation, I pretended to be very casual and asked: Do you know the woman who just sat in this position?
Oh, if I could go outside the bar and talk to her, maybe I would know her.
As he said that, he laughed, and in the sense of the Bible, you should understand what I mean.
Does she come here often?
It's about four times a week.Why do you ask this?
I seemed to have seen her somewhere, but I couldn't remember it.
I don't know Ah, my friend.I don't know what she did before doing this job.
Do this job?
It's Ah, she's a prostitute Ah.Many bars are unwilling to let prostitutes take on business, but I don’t think so.In fact, her job here will also help my business.
Helpful for your business?
Oh, it's Ah.She is a very coquettish woman. She is said to have great time in bed, so she has a good reputation.Many men who want to have sex with her will come to me to wait for her.I always drink a drink while I wait. Isn’t this helpful to my business?
Oh, then she shouldn't be the woman I know.The woman I know is married and has children.
Her name is Jackie, it should be her. Didn't you see her wearing a wedding ring?
Jackie?No, right?The woman I know is Susan.
Well, the name is Ah, friend.Jackie may be the name Ah when she was visiting customers.
After a few beers, I left the bar with my bag.Walking across the street, I stood outside the hotel and looked at room 104 for a while, then called a taxi and went home.
My pickup truck was parked in the parking lot behind my apartment and it seemed Erica had used it at least once a week.
However, she obviously didn't want me to know that she had used that car, so she tried to park the car where I parked before I left.
I walked to the car and found the spare key to my door where I was hiding in a hidden place below the car.
I threw the duffel bag in the back of the car, then opened the door with the key and entered the room.
The room was still the same, and everything changed no longer when I left.
I walked into the bedroom, took off my military uniform, found a pair of jeans and T-shirts from the closet to put them on, and then walked around the house, hoping to find some clues.
The drawers of the bedside table are stuffed with a variety of sex toys, lubricants and three large boxes of condoms.
Erica's wardrobe hangs over 10 extremely sexy underwear that I didn't have when I left home.
In the cabinet, I also found several pairs of high heels with very high heels, which I bought after I left home.
In the kitchen drawer, I found a daily schedule book and I saw the following: Jules at 7:30 at Best Weston, Marriott Smitty Hotel / 7:00 pm (to make sure with Gale) Steve / Should I come to stay overnight?
There is no plan for the day in the schedule.Just as I was looking at the schedule page by page, the phone rang.Instead of answering the phone, I listened to it and started recording.
Erica, my dear, I am Gale.At 7 p.m. on Friday, I arranged a bachelor party, and a total of 15 men were sure to attend, with a total price of US$2,500.There are no special requirements, just have high heels, nylon stockings and a gentle smile.Oh, by the way, I want to explain to you that they are all black people, but black people are no longer a problem for you.Call me if you have any questions.goodbye.
After hearing this call, my lungs were almost blown up!
After seeing Erica's actions at Blakee Bar and listening to Phil (the bartender) introduction, I knew that my wife had really become a shameless prostitute, but I never thought she would prostitution to 15 black men at the same time.
My sweet, young, innocent wife has changed so much in just 8 months since I left home. It’s simply incredible!
Although the facts are already here, I still can't believe it.
In the corner of my living room, Erica made a small family bar. I walked over and poured myself a glass of wine, and sat at the bar waiting for her to come back while drinking.
Finally I heard the sound of Erica's car. I looked out of the window and saw that her Accord was parked downstairs in my house.
As soon as she got out of the car, a car followed her car and stopped at the downstairs of my house. A tall black man walked out of the car.
Erica stood by her car and waited for him, then walked upstairs toward my house.
What should I do?Keep sitting here and waiting for them to enter the door and give her a huge surprise?
But if that happens, I have to wait patiently to listen to her talk a lot of nonsense to explain why she brought a black man home.
I could even imagine a scene like this: Oh my God Ah, baby, are you back?
She screamed and ran over and threw herself into my arms.
The man stood in panic at the door, and Erica would try to pretend to be fine and say: This is Bill, my dear, he is here to repair the trash bin.
And I hope I didn't notice that the man was wearing a straight suit instead of work clothes and didn't carry a tool box in his hand.
No!
I don't want to watch their clumsy performances!
I'm going to hide and see what they're really going to do.
I quickly put away the glass I was drinking and turned around and hid in the bedroom.
The large closet in my bedroom is very spacious and it is easy for me to hide in it.
I hid behind the closet door and could hear them, but couldn't see them.
I just hid it when I heard the sound of them entering the door, and I also heard Erica say to the man: If you want something to drink, do you know where to find a drink, right?
The man laughed and said: Alcohol can stimulate our senses, my sweetheart.I want to enjoy the full amount of what I paid Ah!
Speaking of this, what do you want?
This time I'm going to have a full set of things, including oral sex, anal sex and overnight.
overnight?Then how do you explain to your wife?
Haha, I don’t have to explain anything to her. She has gone back to her parents’ house and will not come back three days later.If the price you offer is right, I will stay here for three days.
I'm very sorry Ah, my dear, I have other dates unless you want to fuck my pussy with someone else's semen.
Oh, this is a good idea Ah, I'm not against trying that taste.But, after all, what should we do now?
If you want full service and overnight, the cost is more.
Oh, okay, my dear, you have to give me a discount, right?I often take care of your business, shouldn’t I give me a discount today?
No, my lover, I have to rely on this to pay all the bills in my family. It’s not that I am full and willing to do this.Also, I know you very well.For others, overnight means a blowjob, a sex, then a blowjob, a sex, and then I can sleep until tomorrow morning.He woke up in the morning and had sex again, and he said goodbye.However, if you want to stay overnight, you won’t let me sleep. You will keep fucking me all night long and ejaculate in my mouth, vagina and anus.I did this for you, of course I have to get the corresponding reward!
OK, okay, if the cost is high!However, I have paid so much and have fun.
How can I enjoy myself?
It's nothing special, I just want to do it with you in your house.I want to fuck you on the floor of your living room, fuck you on the sofa in the living room, fuck you on the kitchen table, let you stand under the shower head and fuck you, let you sit on the toilet and raise your feet and fuck you, that's all.
Erica laughed and said: Is it on the kitchen table?Ah Haha, then come and fuck me now, my sweetheart.
Then, I heard the sound of the chair moving, and then a low moan came. I heard Erica say: Do you know what I like about you?Dear Rick.
The man laughed: Is it my money?
Of course I like Ah too, but what I really like is your magnitude!God Ah, why are you so big and thick that you are full of me?
The moans grew louder and I happened to see a little bit of the kitchen from the crack in the door.
I saw Erica lying on the dining table, her legs spread apart, being carried on her shoulders by the man.
One of her high heels hung on her feet, swaying back and forth as the man's penis twitched.
The man took off his coat, pants and panties, but was wearing a shirt, tie, shoes and socks.
Suddenly, I felt that the scene of his dark skin contrasting with Erica's fair skin was so exciting. Such a black and white match can only be seen in pictures and videos of pornographic websites.
The moans of men and women having sex, the bangs of flesh and body collisions kept coming from the kitchen, and my blood was boiling.
A few minutes later, the man said: Get ready for Ah, my dear, I'm going to cum.
Then, I heard Erica shouting loudly: Don’t cum, don’t cum inside, pull it out quickly, you are not wearing a condom!
Forget it, baby, I won’t wear it this time, okay?This time I want to give your uterus a semen bath.
no!Rick, if you cum in this time, then don’t think about fucking me again in the future!Now you pull it out immediately, bastard, pull it out quickly!
I'll add 5 US dollars to you, so you can let me cum inside you?
You bastard Rick, hurry up and pull it out!hurry up!
Oh shit!
When I heard the man curse hard, I quickly lay down to the crack in the door and looked over there.
The man reluctantly pulled out his cock that was about to ejaculate, moved it hard for a few times, and ejaculated the semen on Erica's stomach.
I have to admit that the man's very thick cock made me envious, but now I am more concerned about what Erica will do next.
She scraped the semen from her stomach with her fingers, then put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them.
You're not just Big Ah, Rick, your semen tastes good too.If you still want to ejaculate in my body, then ejaculate in my mouth.
Good Ah, now I'm cum in your mouth, so can you cum in your pussy when your husband comes back?
Oh, when my husband comes back, when our lives return to what we are, when we are no longer as poor as we are now, then I will no longer have sex with other men for money, I will do it for happiness.Then I will find a way to date you and let your beautiful big dick enter my body for free.
Rick was very happy to hear her words. He helped Erica get up from the table and stand on the ground, and then walked into the bedroom together.
Erica asked Rick to go to bed first, and she went to the bathroom to clean her body.
I hid in the closet and watched them, carefully not daring to make a sound.
It seems that we still have a chance to save our marriage, although this opportunity is small.
Now, I know why Erica is prostitution and knows that she has paid too much for her family.
Although I am still very annoyed and angry about her prostitution, I can also understand that she cannot do this in order to survive.
Maybe others will think of other ways to make money, but everyone’s living environment is different, opportunities and opportunities are also different, so everyone’s survival path is also different.
I don't know when and how Erica started prostitution, but I felt a little comforted when I saw that there was no emotional entanglement between her and those clients.
But just now I heard her tell Rick that even if I get home, she will still maintain sexual intercourse with him, which makes me feel that our future in marriage is bleak.
Rick sat by the bed and took off his remaining clothes, then leisurely moved his enviable big cock.
That dark and thick cock is not only much longer than mine, but also very thick.
It is no exaggeration to say that even in its current weak state, that guy is as thick as a beer bottle.
A few minutes later, Erica walked out of the bathroom, she had stripped off all her clothes but was still wearing high heels.
She walked up to Rick and knelt down, reached out to hold the thick cock, and looked up at Rick and smiled.
Let me see what I can do for this thick and big black guy now.
Erica said in a charming voice.
She held the big cock with both hands, placed it on her lips and licked it. She then held the glans with her lips and sucked it gently, licking and eating the liquid that oozed out of her urethra.
Then she licked his penis again, then licked down to his scrotum, and opened her mouth wide and held one of his huge testicles in her mouth and sucked.
Looking at the scene where my wife's beautiful and fair face was buried between two thick chocolate-colored thighs, my penis was swollen and harder than a stone.
Soon, Erica hardened Rick's cock again and pulled out a condom from the bedside table.
Erica used her fair and small hands to put a condom on Rick's thick and long black cock, then pushed him down on the bed. She straddled him, holding the big cock that was towering towards the sky in her hand, and sat down, and then put it into her vagina.
Then, Erica moaned loudly as she slowly sat up.
Oh, oh, it's so comfortable.If I were a rich woman, if I were not a poor housewife, I would definitely pay you to enjoy your big cock.Come on, baby, fuck me hard, fuck your white bitch!
They had sex wildly for about ten minutes, and Rick shot the second wave of cum in the condom.
Erica rolled over, rubbed the condom on Rick's cock, tied a knot in the condom, and threw it on the floor.
Then, the two lay on the bed, hugging each other, kissing and stroking each other's bodies.
Why don't you let me ejaculate into your body?Don’t you know that it is very exciting for a black man to shoot semen into a white woman’s body?Since you said you made love with me for money, why not accept the extra money I paid you to not have a condom in your body?
Because I can't let my husband come home and see a pregnant wife.
It seems that you are not an open-minded person.
At least not on this issue.
Erica replied.
But you can also have an abortion.
No, my lover.A woman may suffer from infertility if she has abortions too many times.I also want to have children for my husband, and have many children.But I don't want to give him a black baby.
Now is the critical moment!
I originally wanted to take a good look at how Rick's thick cock was inserted into my wife's tight and small anus. He paid for the full service, but now I don't want to wait any longer!
Since she said that she would still have to maintain sexual intercourse with this black man after I came back, what would it matter if she had a black baby for him?
Thinking of this, I angrily pushed open the closet door and walked out. The two people on the bed looked at me in amazement...
To be honest, Erica, even if you have a room full of black kids, it won't make me feel sad, because I will never be able to live here again.
Erica's face was filled with shock and horror, and I continued: Hey, Erica!goodbye!
After saying that, I rushed out of the house.
Since I didn't get into college, my family with a tight living could not send me to a computer school, so I had to join the National Guard to receive their free computer training.
As for carrying a gun to the battlefield to fight, that is something I have never considered.
Since the end of World War II, the National Guard has never participated in battles again, and their role is to participate in work such as fighting natural disasters such as floods.
Occasionally they were sent to fight to quell the riots, such as going to Los Angeles and Detroit to suppress civilian riots there, but they never went to the battlefield.
Apart from the aviation team, they did not participate in the Korean War in the 1950s, nor in the Vietnam War and the First Gulf War.
So, I signed up for the National Guard for my computer training courses and for my future job as a computer technician.
After joining the Guard, I have to attend the monthly meetings, participate in the two-week summer camp activities and freshman training courses.
Every month I have to undergo routine training and inspections, and my life is very regular and comfortable.
Later, I met Erica and fell in love with her. I tried every means to please her and convince her, so that she could realize that she should live with me in the future.
Unexpectedly, just when I thought things were not going well, she actually agreed to my courtship.
We got married soon and lived a peaceful and happy life.
But, not long after, that idiot Bush won the presidential election, he brought our country into an unwise and unjust Iraq war and forced me to follow the National Guard on a long road of war.
After being sent to Iraq, the letters sent from home were still filled with enthusiasm and optimistic words, but as time went by, the letters from home came less and less, and the words became increasingly cold.
My salary in the Guard simply couldn't meet the family's expenses, and even Erica's salary wasn't enough.
In a letter, Erica complained to me that the power at home had been shut down due to the failure to pay the electricity company's bill in time.
In another letter, she told me that she had been driven out by the landlord because she could not afford the rent that blocked the house, and later, with the support of her parents, she rented back the apartment.
Our lives are getting worse and worse. My teammates and I are sent to this deserted desert, like the Army, the Air Force and the Navy, but we cannot get the same salary as them.
The letters sent from the United States are full of pessimism, and many families are struggling to survive.
Of course, there are also some Bush fanatical supporters (none of them is on the front line, and their son or daughter is not on the front line) who will say: Stop complaining!You voluntarily apply to join the National Guard.You should know that joining the National Guard means obeying the call at any time to go to the battlefield.
This is true, I agree completely.
But since we are on the battlefield like the regular army, why are our salaries different?
I was just joining the National Guard for computer training, so I didn’t want to patrol the streets of Ramadi with a submachine gun, nor was I killed by the cold guns of terrorists hiding behind the windows.
Forget it, I have said enough complaints, so let’s talk about my own affairs.
Suddenly, the pessimistic and complaining letter of home no longer comes.
I know my family’s life has not improved, but I do not hear any complaints about being out of power, air, phone, or being kicked out of the room.
Then, I was hit by luck and didn't know if it should be considered good luck or bad luck.
One day while patrolling the suburbs of Ramadi, our squad was attacked by a car bomb.
The bomb injured one of my legs and I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Six weeks later, I was taken to Laguada, waiting for my flight to Kansas City.
I decided not to tell Erica about my coming back to the United States and I wanted to surprise her.
My flight arrived in Kansas City at about 11 am and I called a taxi to take me home.
When I was almost at the door, I saw Erica go out and drive her Honda Accord away, so I asked the taxi driver to turn around and follow her.
The taxi driver turned to look at me and said, "You are kidding, right?"Tell me to follow that car?Just like in a movie?
That's right, I just want you to follow that car and follow.
We followed Erica until she parked her car in front of a bar restaurant called Blakey.
Watching her walk into the bar, I paid the fare, took off the tweed bag's luggage and walked to the back of my wife's Accord, trying to open the trunk and put the luggage in.
However, the trunk was locked, so I had to carry my bag into the bar.
I saw Erica sitting next to the bar, a man standing beside her talking to her.
The man took out his wallet, took out something from it for Erica to see, and said something to her.
Erica nodded, and the man turned around and waved to a man sitting at another table.
The man stood up and walked up to them. After saying a few words, the man also took out his wallet and showed Erica what was inside, as if it was an ID card.
Erica nodded again.
Looking at everything in front of me, I kept thinking about some difficult questions in my mind.
First of all, it's Tuesday afternoon, why doesn't Erica go to work?
Second, Erica was wearing a sexy short skirt and a shirt with a low neckline. Her plump breasts were almost exposed, as if she was saying to the men: Come on, come and fuck me Ah!
It is impossible for a serious woman to wear such clothes to work.Third, her makeup was very thick, her hair was also in a strange shape, and she even wore a wig.
In a nutshell, she dressed like a wandering oriole.
Fourth, why did she come to the bar during work?
Fifth, what are those men saying to Erica?
Why did she check her ID card again?
These questions were like messes lingering in my mind, and I couldn't figure them out no matter how hard I decided. I really wanted to rush to her and ask them clearly.
Just as I was about to throw the bag in my hand and walk towards her, a voice suddenly came out in my mind and said: Calm down, Ted, sit down in a dark corner, observe carefully before talking.
So, I quietly found a corner that was not easy to find and sat down with a bag.I want to see what can happen.
After chatting with the two men standing beside her for a few more minutes, Erica stood up and walked out the door, and the two men followed her out together.
I also stood up with my bag and walked towards the door, and saw the three of them walking to the door of the Black Oak Motel across the street.
I quickly left the bar door and followed them to observe.
Through the hotel's large glass window, I saw Erica take out a key from her handbag, open the door to Room 104, and go in with the two men.
Now, all my questions seem to have answers, Erica’s clothes, her makeup, transactions in the bar, checking men’s ID cards and having the keys to a motel room, all of which show Erica is just prostitution.
My first thought was to rush to the hotel across the street, kick open the door of the room, and kill the slutty man and woman inside.
However, at this moment another voice said in my mind: Don’t be so impulsive!Perhaps in addition to the five questions you just thought of, there are also questions sixth, seventh and eighth that need to be answered.
It's Ah, things don't seem that simple now, I need to understand every detail carefully.
So, I restrained my emotions and did not rush to the hotel across the street, but returned to the bar and sat on the bar stool that Erica had just sat on.
The bartender was an older man who brought me a beer and returned the money I handed him back.
The first glass of wine given to active-duty soldiers is free.
He said.
It turned out that he was an old soldier who participated in World War II and the Korean War, so we talked about the differences between his army at that time and my army at that time.
During the conversation, I pretended to be very casual and asked: Do you know the woman who just sat in this position?
Oh, if I could go outside the bar and talk to her, maybe I would know her.
As he said that, he laughed, and in the sense of the Bible, you should understand what I mean.
Does she come here often?
It's about four times a week.Why do you ask this?
I seemed to have seen her somewhere, but I couldn't remember it.
I don't know Ah, my friend.I don't know what she did before doing this job.
Do this job?
It's Ah, she's a prostitute Ah.Many bars are unwilling to let prostitutes take on business, but I don’t think so.In fact, her job here will also help my business.
Helpful for your business?
Oh, it's Ah.She is a very coquettish woman. She is said to have great time in bed, so she has a good reputation.Many men who want to have sex with her will come to me to wait for her.I always drink a drink while I wait. Isn’t this helpful to my business?
Oh, then she shouldn't be the woman I know.The woman I know is married and has children.
Her name is Jackie, it should be her. Didn't you see her wearing a wedding ring?
Jackie?No, right?The woman I know is Susan.
Well, the name is Ah, friend.Jackie may be the name Ah when she was visiting customers.
After a few beers, I left the bar with my bag.Walking across the street, I stood outside the hotel and looked at room 104 for a while, then called a taxi and went home.
My pickup truck was parked in the parking lot behind my apartment and it seemed Erica had used it at least once a week.
However, she obviously didn't want me to know that she had used that car, so she tried to park the car where I parked before I left.
I walked to the car and found the spare key to my door where I was hiding in a hidden place below the car.
I threw the duffel bag in the back of the car, then opened the door with the key and entered the room.
The room was still the same, and everything changed no longer when I left.
I walked into the bedroom, took off my military uniform, found a pair of jeans and T-shirts from the closet to put them on, and then walked around the house, hoping to find some clues.
The drawers of the bedside table are stuffed with a variety of sex toys, lubricants and three large boxes of condoms.
Erica's wardrobe hangs over 10 extremely sexy underwear that I didn't have when I left home.
In the cabinet, I also found several pairs of high heels with very high heels, which I bought after I left home.
In the kitchen drawer, I found a daily schedule book and I saw the following: Jules at 7:30 at Best Weston, Marriott Smitty Hotel / 7:00 pm (to make sure with Gale) Steve / Should I come to stay overnight?
There is no plan for the day in the schedule.Just as I was looking at the schedule page by page, the phone rang.Instead of answering the phone, I listened to it and started recording.
Erica, my dear, I am Gale.At 7 p.m. on Friday, I arranged a bachelor party, and a total of 15 men were sure to attend, with a total price of US$2,500.There are no special requirements, just have high heels, nylon stockings and a gentle smile.Oh, by the way, I want to explain to you that they are all black people, but black people are no longer a problem for you.Call me if you have any questions.goodbye.
After hearing this call, my lungs were almost blown up!
After seeing Erica's actions at Blakee Bar and listening to Phil (the bartender) introduction, I knew that my wife had really become a shameless prostitute, but I never thought she would prostitution to 15 black men at the same time.
My sweet, young, innocent wife has changed so much in just 8 months since I left home. It’s simply incredible!
Although the facts are already here, I still can't believe it.
In the corner of my living room, Erica made a small family bar. I walked over and poured myself a glass of wine, and sat at the bar waiting for her to come back while drinking.
Finally I heard the sound of Erica's car. I looked out of the window and saw that her Accord was parked downstairs in my house.
As soon as she got out of the car, a car followed her car and stopped at the downstairs of my house. A tall black man walked out of the car.
Erica stood by her car and waited for him, then walked upstairs toward my house.
What should I do?Keep sitting here and waiting for them to enter the door and give her a huge surprise?
But if that happens, I have to wait patiently to listen to her talk a lot of nonsense to explain why she brought a black man home.
I could even imagine a scene like this: Oh my God Ah, baby, are you back?
She screamed and ran over and threw herself into my arms.
The man stood in panic at the door, and Erica would try to pretend to be fine and say: This is Bill, my dear, he is here to repair the trash bin.
And I hope I didn't notice that the man was wearing a straight suit instead of work clothes and didn't carry a tool box in his hand.
No!
I don't want to watch their clumsy performances!
I'm going to hide and see what they're really going to do.
I quickly put away the glass I was drinking and turned around and hid in the bedroom.
The large closet in my bedroom is very spacious and it is easy for me to hide in it.
I hid behind the closet door and could hear them, but couldn't see them.
I just hid it when I heard the sound of them entering the door, and I also heard Erica say to the man: If you want something to drink, do you know where to find a drink, right?
The man laughed and said: Alcohol can stimulate our senses, my sweetheart.I want to enjoy the full amount of what I paid Ah!
Speaking of this, what do you want?
This time I'm going to have a full set of things, including oral sex, anal sex and overnight.
overnight?Then how do you explain to your wife?
Haha, I don’t have to explain anything to her. She has gone back to her parents’ house and will not come back three days later.If the price you offer is right, I will stay here for three days.
I'm very sorry Ah, my dear, I have other dates unless you want to fuck my pussy with someone else's semen.
Oh, this is a good idea Ah, I'm not against trying that taste.But, after all, what should we do now?
If you want full service and overnight, the cost is more.
Oh, okay, my dear, you have to give me a discount, right?I often take care of your business, shouldn’t I give me a discount today?
No, my lover, I have to rely on this to pay all the bills in my family. It’s not that I am full and willing to do this.Also, I know you very well.For others, overnight means a blowjob, a sex, then a blowjob, a sex, and then I can sleep until tomorrow morning.He woke up in the morning and had sex again, and he said goodbye.However, if you want to stay overnight, you won’t let me sleep. You will keep fucking me all night long and ejaculate in my mouth, vagina and anus.I did this for you, of course I have to get the corresponding reward!
OK, okay, if the cost is high!However, I have paid so much and have fun.
How can I enjoy myself?
It's nothing special, I just want to do it with you in your house.I want to fuck you on the floor of your living room, fuck you on the sofa in the living room, fuck you on the kitchen table, let you stand under the shower head and fuck you, let you sit on the toilet and raise your feet and fuck you, that's all.
Erica laughed and said: Is it on the kitchen table?Ah Haha, then come and fuck me now, my sweetheart.
Then, I heard the sound of the chair moving, and then a low moan came. I heard Erica say: Do you know what I like about you?Dear Rick.
The man laughed: Is it my money?
Of course I like Ah too, but what I really like is your magnitude!God Ah, why are you so big and thick that you are full of me?
The moans grew louder and I happened to see a little bit of the kitchen from the crack in the door.
I saw Erica lying on the dining table, her legs spread apart, being carried on her shoulders by the man.
One of her high heels hung on her feet, swaying back and forth as the man's penis twitched.
The man took off his coat, pants and panties, but was wearing a shirt, tie, shoes and socks.
Suddenly, I felt that the scene of his dark skin contrasting with Erica's fair skin was so exciting. Such a black and white match can only be seen in pictures and videos of pornographic websites.
The moans of men and women having sex, the bangs of flesh and body collisions kept coming from the kitchen, and my blood was boiling.
A few minutes later, the man said: Get ready for Ah, my dear, I'm going to cum.
Then, I heard Erica shouting loudly: Don’t cum, don’t cum inside, pull it out quickly, you are not wearing a condom!
Forget it, baby, I won’t wear it this time, okay?This time I want to give your uterus a semen bath.
no!Rick, if you cum in this time, then don’t think about fucking me again in the future!Now you pull it out immediately, bastard, pull it out quickly!
I'll add 5 US dollars to you, so you can let me cum inside you?
You bastard Rick, hurry up and pull it out!hurry up!
Oh shit!
When I heard the man curse hard, I quickly lay down to the crack in the door and looked over there.
The man reluctantly pulled out his cock that was about to ejaculate, moved it hard for a few times, and ejaculated the semen on Erica's stomach.
I have to admit that the man's very thick cock made me envious, but now I am more concerned about what Erica will do next.
She scraped the semen from her stomach with her fingers, then put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them.
You're not just Big Ah, Rick, your semen tastes good too.If you still want to ejaculate in my body, then ejaculate in my mouth.
Good Ah, now I'm cum in your mouth, so can you cum in your pussy when your husband comes back?
Oh, when my husband comes back, when our lives return to what we are, when we are no longer as poor as we are now, then I will no longer have sex with other men for money, I will do it for happiness.Then I will find a way to date you and let your beautiful big dick enter my body for free.
Rick was very happy to hear her words. He helped Erica get up from the table and stand on the ground, and then walked into the bedroom together.
Erica asked Rick to go to bed first, and she went to the bathroom to clean her body.
I hid in the closet and watched them, carefully not daring to make a sound.
It seems that we still have a chance to save our marriage, although this opportunity is small.
Now, I know why Erica is prostitution and knows that she has paid too much for her family.
Although I am still very annoyed and angry about her prostitution, I can also understand that she cannot do this in order to survive.
Maybe others will think of other ways to make money, but everyone’s living environment is different, opportunities and opportunities are also different, so everyone’s survival path is also different.
I don't know when and how Erica started prostitution, but I felt a little comforted when I saw that there was no emotional entanglement between her and those clients.
But just now I heard her tell Rick that even if I get home, she will still maintain sexual intercourse with him, which makes me feel that our future in marriage is bleak.
Rick sat by the bed and took off his remaining clothes, then leisurely moved his enviable big cock.
That dark and thick cock is not only much longer than mine, but also very thick.
It is no exaggeration to say that even in its current weak state, that guy is as thick as a beer bottle.
A few minutes later, Erica walked out of the bathroom, she had stripped off all her clothes but was still wearing high heels.
She walked up to Rick and knelt down, reached out to hold the thick cock, and looked up at Rick and smiled.
Let me see what I can do for this thick and big black guy now.
Erica said in a charming voice.
She held the big cock with both hands, placed it on her lips and licked it. She then held the glans with her lips and sucked it gently, licking and eating the liquid that oozed out of her urethra.
Then she licked his penis again, then licked down to his scrotum, and opened her mouth wide and held one of his huge testicles in her mouth and sucked.
Looking at the scene where my wife's beautiful and fair face was buried between two thick chocolate-colored thighs, my penis was swollen and harder than a stone.
Soon, Erica hardened Rick's cock again and pulled out a condom from the bedside table.
Erica used her fair and small hands to put a condom on Rick's thick and long black cock, then pushed him down on the bed. She straddled him, holding the big cock that was towering towards the sky in her hand, and sat down, and then put it into her vagina.
Then, Erica moaned loudly as she slowly sat up.
Oh, oh, it's so comfortable.If I were a rich woman, if I were not a poor housewife, I would definitely pay you to enjoy your big cock.Come on, baby, fuck me hard, fuck your white bitch!
They had sex wildly for about ten minutes, and Rick shot the second wave of cum in the condom.
Erica rolled over, rubbed the condom on Rick's cock, tied a knot in the condom, and threw it on the floor.
Then, the two lay on the bed, hugging each other, kissing and stroking each other's bodies.
Why don't you let me ejaculate into your body?Don’t you know that it is very exciting for a black man to shoot semen into a white woman’s body?Since you said you made love with me for money, why not accept the extra money I paid you to not have a condom in your body?
Because I can't let my husband come home and see a pregnant wife.
It seems that you are not an open-minded person.
At least not on this issue.
Erica replied.
But you can also have an abortion.
No, my lover.A woman may suffer from infertility if she has abortions too many times.I also want to have children for my husband, and have many children.But I don't want to give him a black baby.
Now is the critical moment!
I originally wanted to take a good look at how Rick's thick cock was inserted into my wife's tight and small anus. He paid for the full service, but now I don't want to wait any longer!
Since she said that she would still have to maintain sexual intercourse with this black man after I came back, what would it matter if she had a black baby for him?
Thinking of this, I angrily pushed open the closet door and walked out. The two people on the bed looked at me in amazement...
To be honest, Erica, even if you have a room full of black kids, it won't make me feel sad, because I will never be able to live here again.
Erica's face was filled with shock and horror, and I continued: Hey, Erica!goodbye!
After saying that, I rushed out of the house.
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