Country Cooking

"How's the produce looking?" Will asked, as Shanequa returned in the side by side.

"Big," Shanequa said, grinning toothily. Will chuckled, as Shanequa entered the living room of the home they shared. The kids were in school, Shalonda was in college, so it was as good a day to play as any. But because Will had work to do on the ranch, Shanequa paid Wilbur a visit today instead.

"We having lunch, or you want dessert first," Shanequa asked teasingly. Will wasn't precisely a cuck, they'd long since determined -- more a stag male, dominant in his own right. He would have made a good husband in his own right, but for the unfortunate accident. And he was man enough to share her and still be a proud man, which earned him Shanequa's unending adoration.

"Dessert, of course," Will said. Shanequa sat on the dining table, at the head of it, and Will sat on the chair. He tugged off her short shorts, pulling her panties to the side and exposing the puffy lips of her sex, and her thick clit. There were drops of Wilbur's seed dripping down her asscrack, and she was filled to the brim.

Shanequa sank her hands into the rugged Will's well-coiffed gray hair as the elderly man started to eat her out, his tongue brushing up the crack of her ass. Then he suckled at her clit, the thick flesh throbbing in his hungry mouth. And finally, he ate her pussy. His tongue burrowed inside her, time and again, prodding through sodden flesh, soaked with her and Wilbur's combined juices. After long moments and another orgasm from Shanequa, the seed soaking in her womb gradually released under the forces of gravity, yielding until they were subsumed into the belly of her husband.