Fed by the NFL gang-4

Python was next. His coal black namesake hung in a long bow out from his loins. He was so tall Eve could easily bend down to give it a kiss.

“You like to suck, honey?

“Hmm, yes. I’d like to work on that.” She gave him one of her sweetest smiles.

She went over to Donk. I heard her breath intake as she sized up his monstrous penis. It was the closest thing I’d ever seen to the proverbial “beer can” tool. At least nine inches long and fat as a beer can. I could see my wife lusting for it.

“I want that in my pussy,” she commanded.

“You got it, darling.”

I couldn’t believe how raunchy my wife was acting to these near strangers. She must have been extremely horny to turn into such a slut. She gave Jamal a big kiss.

“I won’t forget you. Or you,” she said, turning to me. “Now, who’s first?”

Six men offered their services. Precum dripped to the floor. She ended up taking Jamal first, right on the carpet in front of us. I’d seen this before. She licked his cock for a short time and then spread her legs for him to enter her. It slid in like someone had greased the way. They fucked for about a minute when I watched Eve’s first climax. It was soft, but trembling. I knew she would want a lot more.