So Damned Wrong Book 2: A Multi part Hotwife Story

Had it really only been four months since we’d first met Davin, my sister’s black co-worker? April, May, June, July … yeah, I guess it was four months. But in those four months, his presence had bit-by-bit intruded into nearly every corner of our previously very normal All-American marriage and family life. He’d progressed from a one-time acquaintance to a basketball team-mate to being a regular guest and Uncle Dav to our kids. And that’s not counting how his relationship with my wife had developed. With such levels of mutual attraction between them, inevitably their friendship had developed into something much, much more. Until finally I’d given Pip her wish of a one-night pass of freedom to sleep with the man she lusted after. And now here we were, Dav had now bedded my wife on more than one occasion. Giving her nothing but pleasure with his oversized cock. Giving me a bewildering mix of angst, jealousy and lustful excitement.