I have a black eye. A shiner. I don’t know why they call it a “shiner.” It doesn’t shine. It just hurts. Who gave it to me? Well, a well-built African American named Jerry hit me just to the left of my nose and seriously bruised my left eye. I’m lucky he was an inch off or he would likely have broken my nose. It is pertinent that he was just beginning to fuck my wife, Julie. Is that language too coarse for you? Okay. He was starting to shag her; screw her; bang her; have sexual intercourse with her. Don’t let that fact lead your mind to the wrong impression. I guess I’ll have to explain.
It took many, many years for my wife to accept the fact that a man could truly love his wife and enjoy the thought of her having sex with another man. I brought it up in our fantasies during foreplay, we read erotic stories about hotwives, we even saw some amazing videos of wives having sex with other men; BBC being the one that would cause her to get instantly wet between her gorgeous legs and her pussy to open up wide. Getting to that first sexual encounter was a feat of monumental and painfully SLOW acceptance on her part.