I told the truth. My body shuddered as they moved closer, their cocks now pressing against my hips and torso. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed hold of a cock. I paused again, took a deep breath, and knocked. “Jewish housewife…Park Slope…unhappy marriage…ready now.” I hit send before I could give myself a chance to back out. I couldn’t remember a time in the past two years when I hadn’t come home before 8. My chest heaved as I sobbed over the computer. Am I taking the kids to school tomorrow?”
I felt a slight pang of guilt when he mentioned the kids, but I battled through. I looked down at his not-yet-erect cock – it was bigger than my husband’s when hard. My prospects did not look good. It was a man, to be sure, and big and black like I’d expected, but he was wearing absolutely nothing. Maybe there was a better option out there.
