Booking a Black Dom for Your Wife
Once I got invited to visit a couple in Atlanta . . .
The plane taxied safely, and when the seatbelt lights turned green, everyone, including myself, grabbed our luggage out of the above compartment and began filing out into the airport. It was my first trip to Atlanta that spring, and it felt great that I was there strictly for business, which in my term, meant pleasure of the utmost variety.
I brought along a single carry-on luggage. I didn’t wish to travel heavy as I figured my presence would be merely for the entire weekend, or maybe an additional few days, depending on the hosting couple. They met me at the arrival lounge area; we knew what we looked like from our numerous correspondence, plus I had informed them what I would be wearing upon arrival, so they had no trouble spotting me.
Janet ran towards me and then launched herself at me, to the sight of several onlookers. She jumped into my arms and hugged me like we were old friends; I felt a little embarrassed but tried to keep things in stride.
Sandy shook hands with me and inquired if I’d had a wonderful flight; it was a good thing, too, because he had paid for my flight as he was meant to do.
“Yeah, it was a smooth ride,” I said.
“Let me help you with this,” Sandy indicated my bag.
Janet licked hands with me and together we made our way out of the airport. Sandy led to way to where he had parked their car. He got behind the wheel while Janet and I settled in the backseat.
“We’ve booked you a room in the Hilton hotel,” Sandy said as he started the car and reversed out of the driveway. “It’s in the downtown area, not far from where we live.”
“We figured it’d be the best place to have you while you’re in town,” Janet said. “Our kids are around, or we’d have loved to have you come stay with us. I know that would have been best for you.”
“It would have been, yeah,” I said. “But the Hilton will do, as long as you’re keeping me company.”
“For sure, you know I will, master Shango,” she cooed while caressing my thigh.
“We’ve got a 20mins drive to the Hilton,” said Sandy, looking at me through the rearview mirror. “Plenty of time for you and Janet to get to know each other, sir,” he added.
“You just mind your driving, honey,” Janet said. “I’ll be the one to make Master Shango happy.”
Sandy drove out of the airport grounds and cruised onto the North Terminal Parkway. He drove at a moderate speed, heading north-east. The ride was comforting and made more so with his wife beside me. We had begun kissing even before we left the airport behind us. Her lips tasted good, like vanilla ice cream. Her hand stayed on my crotch, squeezing my apparent bulge, while my hand slipped under her tank top to caress her flesh.
Cars drove past us along the highway, every driver that passed us was more concerned about their driving than bothering about what was happening in our vehicle. I undid my belt buckle, pulled down my zipper, reached into the crevice of my jeans and briefs, and extracted my black tool for Janet to apprise.
“Oh my God,” she marvelled at my girth. “It’s way bigger than I thought.”
The cat was now out of the bag, so all that was left was for the bitch to take me into her pretty mouth. I forced her head down on my pelvis and she got to sucking me. It was such a relief after the tiresome plane ride from LaGuardia, New York, down to here.
“Oh my God,” she marvelled at my girth. “It’s way bigger than I thought.”
The cat was now out of the bag, so all that was left was for the bitch to take me into her pretty mouth. I forced her head down on my pelvis and she got to sucking me. It was such a relief after the tiresome plane ride from LaGuardia, New York, down to here . . .
TO BE CONTINUED ON IR/CUCKOLD AVENUE
Have you ever the desire to book a Black Dom to travel over to come and spend quality time with your wife? Would you do it if given the opportunity?
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