My wife Morgan was beautiful. Yeah, I know many men think their wife is beautiful as
well they should. Morgan or Mo as most of her friends and family call her, has a wholesome
beauty that is amplifies by her constant cheery smile and attitude.
Mo and I got married young. I was nineteen and Mo was just barely eighteen. I had a
job driving a delivery truck and Mo worked as an assistant to an office manager for the
same company I drove for.
Like a lot of young couples we didn’t have any money for extra things. Just keeping
our old car going, putting a roof over our heads, and food on the table took every dime we
earned. It was a struggle but we didn’t know it at the time. We were young, healthy, and
in love, so nothing else mattered to us.
After a hard day’s work, we hurried home to get naked and get into bed. That was
something that didn’t cost anything and we didn’t have to budget it. It was also something
that Mo and I both loved. We started long before we were married and fucking just got
better and better.
I was aware that Mo wasn’t a virgin when we did it for the first time but neither
was I so I didn’t pry. The fact that some other boy had popped her cherry didn’t bother me
because whoever was fucking her before I came along trained her right.
Mo came to me already an accomplished cock-sucker. In fact, Mo loved to suck my
cock and most of the time she could get-off while sucking me. She could also cum from just
breast play.
Mo’s nipples were super sensitive. Her 32A tits were cone shaped chest-jewels. Her
nipples were large, puffy, and just right for sucking. Because she didn’t need a bra she
seldom wore one. Once we were talking about someone we knew that had her breasts enhanced.
I asked Mo if she would want her boobs made larger if we could afford it.
“Hell no,” Mo said. “If we had that kind of money I’d want a better car and some
hair removal electrolysis. I hate shaving my pussy when the stubble comes back. Why? Do
you want me to have bigger tits?”
“No,” I told her. “I think your tits are perfect just the way they are. You don’t
mess with perfection.”
Since we didn’t have money for movies and clubs we used a neighbor for
entertainment. Of course she didn’t know we did. At least I don’t think she did.
Mo and I discovered by accident that the woman who lived directly across the alley
from our apartment liked to entertain men and she didn’t close her shades. Her bedroom and
our bedroom were perfectly aligned. We would turn out our light, pull up the shade, and we
had a perfect view. Mo and I could actually lie on our bed and watch her getting laid on
her bed.
Her name was Ashley Allen. Mo found out her name from Mister Kim the Korean man who
owned the grocery down the block. Mister Kin was a gossip and made it his business to
know everything about his customers.
“Did he say she was a prostitute?” I asked Mo when she told me what Mister Kim
said.
“He said she was but only part-time,” Mo said. “Her main job is at a used car
dealership. She’s a salesperson.”
I thought it strange that they said she was a part-time hooker because there were
different men in her apartment almost every night. She seemed to be a full time whore to
me.
Ashley Allen was a nice looking woman of about forty. Of course to Mo and me that
seemed as old as dirt. I will have to admit she had a nice body. Larger than Mo in every
detail. Ashley had curves everywhere. Buxom, I suppose you would call her.
“Earl, do you like her big boobs?” Mo asked me one night as we lay watching Ashley
being fucked by a short fat man.
“I like boobs, period,” I answered truthfully. “Big ones, little ones, and anything
in between. But,” I quickly added, “I love your knockers, Mo. I love how they fit in my
mouth. I love how your nipples stand up proudly when I play with them.”
“Boy, you got out of that one,” Mo said laughing. “How much did he pay her? Could
you tell?”
“Not sure but it looked like two bills. Hundreds, I guess.”
“Wow,” Mo said softly. “Imagine getting two hundred dollars just for fucking for a
few minutes. That’s almost like stealing the money. Talk about easy money.”
“She had to work for her money a few nights ago when that big fellow did her,” I
said. “That sucker was in the saddle for nearly an hour.”
“That ain’t work, Earl,” Mo said poking me in my ribs. “Ashley sure looked like she
was having a good time. I could tell she had a bunch of orgasms. It’s too bad we can’t
hear what they say.”
A few nights later Mo and I were lying in the dark watching for something to happen
across the alley. We played with each other until Ashley’s bedroom light came on.
“Well that’s a first,” I said as Ashley led a black man into the room. I couldn’t
help but notice that Mo was suddenly breathing harder than usual. She sat straight up in
bed and stayed that way the whole time the black fucked Ashley. Mo’s eyes never left the
screwing couple.
I reached over and cupped the closest tit and the instant I touched Mo’s nipple she
had an orgasm. That was even faster than usual for her. Even in the throes of her climax
her eyes stayed glued to Ashley and her friend or customer. We never knew when Ashley was
fucking for fun or for profit because at times she seemed to be doing both.
Mo and I watched the couple across the alley for nearly an hour and I was more than
ready to hop on Mo and get going but she pushed me away. The instant the black man
finished fucking Ashley, Mo attacked me. She got on top and rammed her pussy down on my
hard cock and she was soaking wet.
“You certainly seem to like watching her get fucked by a black man,” I said when we
stopped to catch our breath. “You’ve fucked a black before, haven’t you?” I was guessing
but it was an educated guess. “I think you liked the experience, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Earl,” she said looking at me seriously. “Do you want to hear about it?” I
told her I did and this is the story Mo told me.
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