Fed by the NFL gang-2

“Tell you what, Jamal. I’ll get Eve to perform her strip act. It’s a classic. She starts in a long slinky gown and gloves, and slowly strips to her nylons and garter belt. It’s quite a tease.”

“Perfect! After a hard week and a half on the track, we’ll be in the mood for just that. Oh, and Tom, one more thing. While we’re at camp the next couple of weeks, we’re not gonna be having any sex. No chance. I’d appreciate it if you and your wife could hold off too until next weekend. It will be a lot more fun for all of us.”

I agreed. Jamal was always right about such things.

As the week dragged on, my promise to Jamal became harder to keep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the weekend. Pictures of my wife being taken by big black males filled my thoughts night and day. I grew so horny I couldn’t sleep. I knew Eve was becoming hot, too. Playing with each other in bed at night only made it worse.

Since our marriage Eve and I enjoyed kissing and fondling each other most nights, even when we didn’t have sex. She tickled my balls, penis and ass while we french kissed and I kneaded her clit. It was one way we showed affection.