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This is the fifth chapter in the series "Helping the Elderly." It is written without recaps, so please read chapters 1-4 to fully understand the plot and its characters.

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Tracy came up to bed. She was washing her face as Jim lay "working" on his laptop.

He looked up to ask, "So, how's Harry's condition? Did your work with him help?"

Tracy knew Jim was most likely watching her massage and have sex with Harry a few minutes ago via his "hidden" cameras, but she couldn't know for sure. She became suspicious of his question as a result.

"Yes. He's a lot better after his treatment." Tracy admitted. She thought it best to keep her knowledge of Jim's cameras a secret.

"I remember him saying something about having a friend with a similar condition. Has he said anything about this to you?" Jim wanted to move this along. He couldn't wait to see his wife pleasuring another black man, let alone two of them at once.

"No, not yet. I guess I can have this friend of Harry's over so I can help him. I don't know who he is though. I don't think I have met him." Tracy knew it wasn't any of Harry's friends like Roger, Jeremy, or Wallace, otherwise he would have said as much. It must be another friend. Someone she hadn't met yet.

The next morning, Tracy was making breakfast for Jim and Harry in an old cotton pair of shorts and a tank top. Harry entered the kitchen.

"Harry, you were talking about another friend who had your condition? Is it someone I know?" she asked casually, serving Harry a steaming plate of eggs.

Harry smiled and picked up his fork. He was happy she was thinking about his conversation and the prospect of fucking another black dick.

"No, his name is Anthony. You haven't met Anthony. His wife and mine were friends and we used to do a lot together- movies, go out to eat, baseball games." He began eating, watching Tracy's round ass in her shorts.

Harry was telling the truth about the nature of his relationship with Anthony. His old friend did not, however, have a "condition," other than the pretend condition Harry also suffered from. Harry enjoyed showing Tracy off to his friends and secretly had plans to get her involved with more of his friends over time.

Tracy turned from the stove. "Oh, I see. Well, if I can help him, he's welcome. We have that massage table just for that purpose." She smiled at Harry.

She was eager to get back to the reason she and Harry had become friends, which was her sincere desire to help elderly people get along better in their lives. In fact, she was thinking about touching base with the senior center to discuss Harry's progress. She hadn't returned two calls left from Mrs. Collins, who handles the volunteer schedules at the center. She probably needed to reconnect.

After breakfast, Jim quietly retreated to the den to watch Tracy and Harry's latest video that was recorded with his new camera set up. Now he was on his way to work, and running late. He wasn't sure how he was going to get anything done professionally knowing that his wife would be catering to the every need of older black men. He wanted desperately to see her with this other man who needed help, but knew he needed to continue his current approach, which in his mind, was slow and more secretive than he would like.

Since Harry had come into their world, Jim had never had so many amazing orgasms in his life, and ironically, his sex life had never been better, even though he was having less face-to-face sex now than he ever had in their marriage. He was almost exclusively masturbating by himself.

After breakfast, Tracy cleaned up the kitchen and went to her bedroom to change. She dressed herself in yoga pants and a sheer, pink T-shirt that Jim bought her. She was braless just like Harry liked.

She joined Harry in the living room as he sat watching a morning cable news show sipping coffee. Tracy sat below him, on the floor, and began painting her toe nails in a pink shade to match her shirt.

After painting her nails, Tracy began to tidy up the house, as part of her normal routine. She did some dusting. She picked up odd clothes and dishes that were s**ttered about. She started vacuuming the kitchen. As she moved into the living room, she noticed Harry watching her. He had been watching her going about her housewife duties. There was something about her domestic side that turned him on. He was smiling at her and his stiff cock was jutting out between his parted robe. He finally had to start stroking his cock to the sight of Tracy shaking her body all over the house.

Tracy immediately noticed his condition, so she went to Harry's room and grabbed the massage oil before returning to him. She crouched on the floor and began to work on his legs as he sat on the living room sofa.

"You poor thing! Here I was picking up the house when you needed treatment! I'm sorry."

Tracy had his foot in her lap as she worked the oil into his leg. Harry was stroking his cock above her, staring down at her perfect breasts as they moved under her tight, see-through shirt.

Tracy finished his legs. She scooted closer and put both oily hands on Harry's thick shaft. He let her take his cock from him.

"Baby, your hands are working wonders," he offered as she was beginning to work on his cock.

Suddenly, the house phone rang.

She quickly wiped off her hands and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Yes, he's right here. One moment."

"It's Anthony." Tracy passed him the phone.

"Thank you, darlin'."

Harry took the phone. "Hey... yep, that was Tracy..." he began speaking as Tracy moved back to the floor between his legs.

She pushed he knees apart and scooted herself right up against the couch. She resumed stroking him with both hands.

Tracy could only hear Harry's end of the conversation as she stroked his cock.

"...Like you wouldn't believe... Oh yeah, we had dinner last night. He's totally fine with it...I know...I know."

Tracy began servicing Harry orally as he spoke. She plugged her mouth with his fat, smooth cock head and bobbed her head up and down. She let go of his shaft and held both of his balls in her hands. She began sucking noisily while massaging his testicles. Harry was watching her play with his cock enthusiastically as he spoke with his friend.

"I think you should. Let me ask..." Harry cradled the receiver against his shoulder.

"Do you think you could swing by and pick up Anthony? He lives in a retirement community about five miles from here."

Tracy removed her mouth with a slurping sound, released his balls, and resumed stroking him with both hands.

"That sounds great! Just let me know when," without waiting for a response, she lowered her head onto his cock again.

Harry finished the call and watched Tracy work her magic on his dick.

Her mouth was sealed tightly around Harry's responding shaft. She bobbed her mouth up and down, letting her spit mix with the oil. Not one to neglect his balls, she leaned forward and took each one into her mouth, massaging and kissing each .

After sucking his testicles, she scooted herself up and wrapped her breasts around his thick tool. She started moving them up and over his cock head. Harry put his hands on her shoulders and helped the bouncing blonde find a good pace.

"That's it, Tracy. Your tits feel amazing." He loved how her breasts wrapped completely around his giant member. Only a girl with enormous breasts could manage this kind of tit fuck.

It was easy for Tracy. She simply smiled and did her best to keep his thick, dark cock between her massive, creamy tits. She dutifully pumped her torso up and down in the black man's lap.

Harry watched Tracy's delicate pink fingers as they dug deep into her supple tit flesh, holding her warm orbs around him.

Harry was close. "Push them in a little tighter, darlin'... like that... yep, a little tighter... that's it... UNGH!"

Syrupy cum erupted powerfully from Harry's cock, splattering over Tracy's forehead and eyes. But she was used to it. Like a trouper, she kept pumping, squeezing her tits tight around Harry's bucking shaft.

He spurted several times, his pale spunk quickly glazing over her face, neck, and the tops of her tits. His warm cum formed a runny pool in her cleavage. Harry slid his sperm-slicked cock out of her cleavage and held it by the base. He clubbed it against the front of her slippery tits, making sure to smack directly on her nipples. This caused him to ooze a few more thick lumps of cum onto the tops of her breasts.

Harry loved tit-fucking her.

"I don't think I will ever get tired of that. You do wonders for an old man like me, Tracy." Harry shook his dick off onto Tracy's chest and sat up straight.

Tracy rose and headed to the nearest bathroom to clean up. She was a mess.

As she mopped-up Harry's load, he spoke to her, raising his voice so she could hear, "Poor Anthony. Same situation as me. The nurses can only do so much to help his circulation so he suffers. We go to the same doctor. Not many physical ther****ts will help people with our problem the way you do, Tracy. You are a life-saver."

After cleaning herself, Tracy was still in house-pick-up mode and found herself in Harry's room, picking up around his bed, thinking about what he was saying. She can't imagine how any professional ther****t or nurse could treat a man like Harry and not realize that he needs the kind of therapy that he does.

'Just look at how much Harry ejaculates and how often he needs his legs and penis stimulated' she thought.

She began thinking about what other kind of ailments he would have to endure if she didn't perform her daily therapy on him. His legs could become numb, leading to a fall. What if he didn't ejaculate for a while and his balls filled up? She soon began to feel guilty and needed to talk to him.

"Harry, I've been thinking about your need of medical treatment."

Harry sat up. Tracy had a serious tone in her voice. He didn't like the sound of this.

"Okay, what's on your mind, darlin?'"

"Don't you think I should be more appropriate toward you? That maybe I'm being a little too unprofessional when I help you with your condition? Or the way I dress, don't you think I should focus more on helping with your treatment and less on my own needs and wants?"

Harry took a moment to think about what Tracy had just said before responding.

"Well, when you wear sexy clothes and use your body to help me with the circulation of my...penis, you are doing more than any ther****t could do. The doctor said it is important for me to have my blood circulating throughout all my lower extremities. The sexual part of what you do is about the only thing that could stimulate circulation in my penis. You need to wear sexy clothes because it helps me, Tracy."

Harry paused and looked intently into Tracy's eyes to convey his sincerity, then continued.

"Seeing your sexy body gets the circulation moving through my old body parts, and that's a very good thing for my health. I am lucky to have you and that you are so willing to help me in that area. This has been more helpful than any ther****t could ever be."

Tracy smiled and looked down sheepishly.

Harry concluded, "It makes me feel happy, and much less guilty to know that you are able to get something out of our relationship and that you seem to enjoy sex with me."

Tracy smiled again. "I'm glad, Harry. You make me feel so good. I can't imagine not being able to touch you the way I want to touch you. That would be torture!"

"You can always have access to my body, angel. You are doing more for me than anyone ever has, and I thank you."

Harry and Tracy were holding hands as they spoke. Tracy was standing at the side of the bed.

Satisfied with Harry's reassurance, she changed the subject.

"How bad off is your friend Anthony? Does he have the same issues as you?"

Tracy was wondering how the experience would differ from Harry to Anthony and whether Anthony would need his penis stimulated in the same way as Harry.

She couldn't help but think back to last week when she had helped Harry and his friends all have orgasms and how sexy she felt. She wondered if Anthony's condition was as bad as Harry's and if he would make her feel as sexy as the other men did. She was looking forward to helping another man.

"His condition is worse than mine. His nurses haven't ever fully treated him. Most they do is give his legs a rub-down, but nothing beyond that."

Harry had been bragging to his friend Anthony about Tracy. Anthony didn't believe a word Harry said. He couldn't wait to see the expression on his face when Tracy picked him up. He'd make sure she'd be wearing something sexy.

"Why don't we go pick up Anthony right now so you can start helping him?"

Like Jim, Harry was also turned on by the thought of Tracy having sex with another man. There was something so sexy and yet so innocent about Tracy and how she handled a dick that drove Harry crazy.

"I'm ready when you are!" Tracy was excited.

"Darlin,' since you're going to be helping with his circulation why don't you put on something sexier for us."

"You're right, Harry. Let me change." Tracy had the perfect outfit in mind.

After several minutes, Tracy returned, proudly showing Harry her outfit. She had her hair pulled back in a neat bun. She wore a small, thin, white tank top that left her neck and shoulders exposed, but the real highlight of the shirt was her bulging cleavage. The tank top would probably get her in trouble if she wore it in a public place.

Completing her outfit, she had a pair of black short-shorts that barely covered her ass and a pair of zebra pumps.

Harry was still getting dressed so Tracy put lotion on her smooth, toned legs. Her pink toe nail polish was perfect with her outfit.

Finally, Harry and Tracy were ready to get Anthony.

Tracy pulled up and parked as Harry directed her. Just as he'd described, Anthony lived in a semi-supervised senior home; in the non-supervised section. This consisted of several small apartments made to look larger by the way the front was designed.

Tracy opened her door. She hesitated a moment, self-conscious about her slutty outfit. Looking from right to left, she exited the car.

"He's just right up here." Harry pointed at the door at the end of the concrete walk they were on.

Anthony had lost his wife some time ago and his family had arranged for him to live in this community as they were moving out of state and could no longer look in on him.

Anthony was expecting Harry and was sitting by his front window watching for him. He had heard a lot of bragging about how he had met this perfect white woman who was into older black men. Anthony said it sounded like a scam, but Harry's story just kept getting more fantastic by the day.

He didn't think Harry's report had one scintilla of truth in it. Either the bitch was far less attractive, or much older, a prostitute, or an escort or something, but he did not believe the story Harry was telling him. There was just no way a hot white woman was giving herself to that old black man like that.

Looking out the window, he watched an expensive import sedan pull up. A white woman carefully got out. She was very shapely and attractive, but judging by the way she dressed, he thought she must be some kind of hooker. What was she doing here? She walked around her car and was helping someone out of the passenger side. Anthony's jaw dropped when he recognized his friend Harry.

"That ole dawg," he said with a chuckle.

As he watched Harry walk arm-in-arm with this sexy white woman up to his door, Anthony realized that Harry was telling the truth. Now he found himself thinking back to all the bragging and trying to remember what Harry said and what he could expect from this woman.

The couple approached slowly as Tracy helped Harry shamble up the walk. Anthony became mesmerized as they got closer. 'Man, that girl is bouncing and jiggling up a storm!' He began to feel something happen in his groin area as he watched Tracy sway up the walk. He wasn't one to masturbate, so his dick was not exactly getting the same amount attention as Harry's. Still, Anthony recognized that age old tingling. He was getting a hard-on.

They were almost at the door and Anthony still couldn't believe it. "Jesus, Lord, God above, have mercy," he said aloud. He had never seen a finer woman, either on TV, or in real life. Anthony felt his stiffening cock over his pants and moved toward the door in anticipation of the knock.

Before Harry could touch the door, Anthony opened it wide, completely ignoring Harry and focusing entirely on Tracy and her hot body. He stepped out of his apartment and onto the porch.

"My goodness, who is this here?" Anthony held his arms open and put his hands on Tracy's hips as she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Her scent was scintillating. Anthony brought her in close, letting his hand slide onto her ass as Harry introduced him.

"Nice to meet you, Anthony. I've heard a lot of nice things about you!"

Tracy smiled and looked the old black man up and down as he finally shook Harry's hand.

"Are you ready to go?" As Harry asked the question, Anthony closed the door behind him, then locked the dead bolt. Harry and Tracy hadn't even made it inside Anthony's apartment. He was ready to go.

Harry continued, "I guess that's a 'yes'."

They made their way down the walk, Tracy helping Harry and Anthony following behind, studying every inch and curve of Tracy's plump ass in the tight shorts.

Upon reaching the car, Tracy helped both elderly men into their seats before slipping into the driver seat.

"So, Tracy, Harry tells me you're a volunteer down at the senior center?" Anthony addressed Tracy from the back seat.

He sat up so he could peer over her shoulder. Anthony looked down at her broad cleavage. Her soft skin jiggled slightly with the motions of the car.

"Well, yes. I don't report to the center in person. I just phone-in and give them an update on Harry's condition every week...except, I missed last week."

Tracy adjusted her rear view mirror to see Anthony's face, but she found his gaze not meeting hers. He was staring at her breasts.

"I didn't know you did that." Harry interrupted.

"I've called twice. They barely remember you." She looked over at Harry. "They didn't even know you had a medical condition." Tracy wore a look of concern.

Anthony looked at Harry and raised his eyebrows.

"How could they not know about our condition, Harry?" He was worried the gig was up before he'd even have a chance with Tracy.

Anthony used the conversation to introduce what he and Harry had talked about over the last several days: Anthony had the same condition and needed the same treatment as Harry.

"Well, I don't get out that way much, in fact, I haven't updated my records since I joined about fifteen years ago, before my condition set in. That's why it wasn't part of your volunteer paperwork."

"I think that's awful. Maybe you two need to update your records." Tracy offered.

"I'll be sure to call them when I get the chance." Harry reassured Tracy.

Harry's answer put Tracy at ease. She was now concerned about Anthony and wondered how he was getting along without any treatment. She liked Anthony so far. At seventy-one, he was younger than Harry. He was shorter too. Anthony seemed to be about five-foot eight and was a little round in the belly, but not fat. He was balding and had a kind face. He seemed to really like Tracy too. He kept rubbing her shoulder as she drove the car.

Tracy took the two old black men back to her house. She was trying to visualize what helping another, different man would look like. She and Harry had a unique relationship. One-of-a-kind, even. She and Anthony would be a lot more professional. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what Anthony's penis would look like.

Tracy began thinking of how a professional ther****t would ejaculate a man who needed therapy like Anthony. Would they wear gloves? Would they be dressed in an apron? She also wondered if Harry should be present.

As the two men chatted about old times, Tracy worked out what she was going to do when she got back home.

"Here we are!" Tracy pulled into the driveway and helped the men out of the car. As the three walked in, Tracy offered,

"Harry, why don't you watch TV in the living room while I work on Anthony's circulation?"

"I think I will lay down on the living room couch and take a nap, if that's okay, darlin."

"Okay, that will be fine. I'll text Jim not to wake you if he should come home."

As Harry sat on the sofa in the living room and turned the TV on, Tracy led Anthony to the spare bedroom where Harry stayed and set up the massage table near the end of the bed.

Anthony watched her tentatively from the doorway. He was keen to see what Tracy had in store, but also a bit nervous. He wasn't sure what to expect. He watched her tits sway in the thin tank top, observing the visible outline of her nipples and wondering what they looked like underneath.

She moved around the table, locking various pieces in place. Tracy noticed him watching.

"Please make yourself comfortable, Anthony," she said with a smile, then turned to the table, bending to get a stack of folded towels under the bed. "This is where I treat Harry, so hopefully it will work for you too," Tracy said, sorting through the towels as she was bent over.

"I think it'll work just fine, Tracy," he replied as he watched her.

Anthony shamelessly stared at Tracy's ass in the tiny black shorts. Her ass was large and round. The shorts hugged her body tightly. The bottom curves of her pale cheeks bulged out of the shorts indecently.

He leaned slightly closer. The smooth shorts were puffed out slightly between her legs. Anthony confirmed that he was indeed staring at her camel toe.

Tracy found what she was looking for and rose.

"Anthony, here's a towel to cover yourself with. Please get undressed while I change," she offered pleasantly.

He took the towel from her. "That sounds fine. Thank you."

Anthony was smiling, but he didn't want to get his hopes up. He watched Tracy leave, thinking how surreal this whole thing felt. He closed the door and removed everything except his white briefs, then wrapped himself in the towel.

In her bedroom, Tracy slipped out of the lewd outfit. She stood naked considering her options. Tracy thought wearing a swim suit would be a better idea than stripping down to nothing like she does with Harry. She felt a swimsuit would be both practical and safe as it wouldn't stain from the oil as much as her clothes would.

She couldn't get naked in front of an old man who needed therapy; it wouldn't be professional.

With her mind set, she selected what she considered one of her more modest options. The floral print bikini was mostly light blue and would only be "modest" on a less-endowed woman. For Tracy, the top stretched to capacity as she hooked it across her back. She stepped into the bottoms and pulled them up, checking her ass in the mirror. The bikini bottoms technically covered her pussy and ass, but as soon as she started moving or walking, they immediately rode up, revealing each round cheek.

She decided to put her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way. Barefoot and bikini-clad, she returned to the spare room.

Tracy knocked on the door. "Ready?" she called out. Anthony had been waiting, trying to remain patient. He heard the knock and felt his cock stiffen. He nervously blurted out, "Come in!"

As Tracy entered the room, Anthony's eyes popped open wide, almost jumping out of their sockets. He almost came in his underwear when he saw her body wobble and wiggle in her bikini.

Tracy had on a small, floral-print bikini that pulled her large breasts up and together making them bulge out. He noticed how smooth and pale her skin was. She was too good to be true. She was barefooted and was carrying two bottles of some kind of oil.

"Are you ready, Anthony?"

"I am ready!"

Anthony could hardly contain himself he was so excited. He smoothed the towel over his legs anxiously.

"Okay. Before I start, why don't you tell me what medical problems you have regarding your circulation. Harry told me a little, but I wanted to hear it from you."

Tracy spoke with confidence as she knew her "technique" was very effective on Harry, and if Anthony had the same condition as Harry, she should be able to help him quite a bit.

He swung his legs up onto the table and lay back. "I have problems with tingling in my legs and...other places. Sometimes my legs and between my legs feel like, you know, like they're falling asleep. The nurses don't want to help because what I need is steady rubbing and they feel like that is too much like a massage; something that a physical ther****t would do."

Tracy moved to the table, standing over him. She put her hand on his exposed chest to console him.

"I haven't been able to get a recommendation to see a physical ther****t, and I can't afford to pay out of pocket for a ther****t a couple times a week, so I'm stuck." He looked up at her. From this angle, her breasts loomed before her and looked monumental, sitting high and heavy.

Anthony was convincing. He had Tracy's sympathy and her attention.

Tracy regarded him as he lay below her. "It sounds like I can help you with that." She cleared her throat. "Here is what we will do." Tracy was sounding like an authority now. "I will need to massage your legs and feet, your hips and your groin area." She put her hand on Anthony's waist and they both looked. The waistband of his briefs was visible under the towel. "Which means that you will have to be naked under there. Is that ok?" She asked, touching his hand lightly.

"Doctor's orders," Anthony said.

Tracy turned away politely, indicating that he should remove his underwear at that time.

Anthony sat up and unfolded the towel. He slid his underwear off with some degree of difficulty, given his growing erection. He tried rewrapping the towel over his jutting hard on, but couldn't get it to stay. Finally, he simply pulled the entire towel from underneath him and d****d it over his standing cock as best he could.

"Okay," he said finally, laying back and leaving the towel tenting up over his now rock-hard cock.

Tracy turned around. She had expected some degree of arousal, but was a little surprised to see the imposing bulge twitching under the towel. She did her best to be professional and tucked his towel up to expose more of his legs. She wanted to comment about the fact that he was already hard, but didn't feel as though she knew him well enough for that.

As she put massage oil on her hands and moved to the bottom of the table, she couldn't stop glancing at that erection. Tracy's hands began to work on rubbing and pulling his twisted and gnarly toes, but her eyes stayed on the tented towel. It wavered slightly as it stood tall, not as big as Harry's by any means, but still looked big and fat even while hidden under its shroud.

Anthony had his head propped-up on a pillow and was watching the show. Tracy was standing at his feet facing him as she massaged his dry, ugly toes. He had never had a foot massage and was enjoying the attention. He was mostly staring at her heaving breasts as they seemed to be crawling out of her top. He had never seen such a perfect body, and her face was angelic. Feeling her hands caressing him aroused him more than he could remember being in years. He found himself hoping that he would not cum before she moved onto another part of his body.

In the nearly silent room, Anthony heard Tracy begin to hum quietly. He found it quite relaxing. The only other sounds were occasional sighs from Anthony and the steady, slick sound of her oily hands on his feet.

Tracy worked his old feet with firm fingers, trying to get as much circulation in them as possible. She found she needed to rub them and press into them with several applications of oil because they were so dry. After about fifteen minutes on his feet alone, they began to become softer and slippery.

Anthony's feet never felt better, now they tingled from more attention than they had received in his entire life. Tracy stayed in the same position as she applied more oil to her hands and began working his ankles and calves. She was leaning forward, reaching over his feet to access his legs. Anthony let his feet fall to either side of her, watching her breasts. They had become slightly shiny from perspiration.

While trying to act casually to not draw Tracy's attention, Anthony tilted his right foot slightly, pressing it gently against the outside curve of Tracy's dangling left breast. It was the "side-boob" portion that wasn't covered by her bikini top. He pressed his oily foot into her supple flesh, feeling its spongy softness.

He held it there, watching. When she didn't notice (or care), Anthony did the same thing with his left foot, tilting it to press into her right breast. He used the insides of his feet to slightly press Tracy's hanging breasts against each other.

Tracy was working hard on Anthony. She could tell his tense muscles were in need of a lot of work. As she moved her attention up his legs, still standing at his feet, her breasts were making regular contact with his feet. She was working with such focus that she didn't even notice the incidental contact that was happening. She treated the session much like she did Harry's when she first began to help him.

After rubbing down his feet and ankles, Tracy focused on his calves. As she took each one into her hands and lifted his leg up, her breasts would drag across Anthony's toes and the tops of his feet. The contact felt exquisite. Anthony couldn't believe how aroused he was. He tried to calm himself down, but his erection wasn't about to go away with her around. As far as he could tell she wasn't teasing him on purpose, but the effect it was having on him increased the pressure he was feeling in his groin.

Tracy noticed that Anthony began to squirm slightly. She made eye contact with him, smiling as her hands moved up his legs. She leaned over more, reaching up to his thighs above his knees.

Anthony felt his erection surge. Tracy smiled at him and his cock throbbed. He felt the course cotton of the towel drag over his sensitive cock head. His balls tightened and suddenly, he could feel a surge of pre-cum ooze from his tip. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

Anthony sat bolt upright, blurting out, "Tracy, I'm afraid I need to go to the bathroom." He clutched the towel over his bobbing erection as she let go of his legs.

Tracy saw the wet patch appear right at the tip of the tented towel. "Okay, it's right there." She pointed to the door.

With dexterity she didn't expect from the old man, Anthony practically sprinted into the bathroom. She wondered if he'd lost control of his bladder, or if Anthony was unable to hold his urine due to some medical condition . When she heard him grunt, then begin swearing loudly in the bathroom, she thought maybe he was having pain in his groin area and needed that massaged right away.

Once inside the bathroom, Anthony tossed the towel aside and roughly grabbed his cock. After only one, single stroke his cock opened up. Cum spurted wildly as he turned to the toilet to avoid splattering the wall.

"Ungh," he grunted, gripping his dick tightly and aiming it into the toilet bowl. He pumped it as he began firing thick threads of semen into the water.

"UUUUHHH FUCK!" he cried, now able to release his orgasm. His head swam with pleasure as he spurted into the water. It almost sounded like he was peeing. "Ahhhhhh..." he groaned, shaking and trembling at the intensity of his orgasm.

'Damn. What a waste,' he thought as he watched stream after stream splatter into the clear water. He pictured Tracy's tits and her beaming white smile, while cumming in volumes into the toilet.

"Hah," he sighed, shaking off the last drops of cum. He cleaned himself off, then wiped up wherever his sperm had missed the toilet and flushed it.

Anthony retrieved the towel and was slightly surprised to find his cock was still very much erect. He was so turned on by Tracy that he wasn't about to allow himself to go limp, not if he could help it anyway. Just the thought of having that fine white woman's hands on his cock was enough to keep him hard.

Tracy watched Anthony return to the table.

"Everything okay?" she said smiling.

"Oh yes, just fine. I'm ready now."

Tracy helped the old black man get back up on the table. He had placed his towel back on his lap and waited for her to resume.

"I should let you know that I am experiencing a lot of pressure in my groin area. I may need that worked on before my legs."

Tracy had to get herself mentally ready for massaging his penis. Despite the fact that she knew his condition "required" her massaging his penis, she was trying to work on his entire body.

"Well, I haven't got that far up your legs yet, are you saying that you are experiencing pressure..." she looked at him, then nodded her head in the direction of his penis, her eyes wide with implication,"... there?"

"Oh, most definitely, I am, yes."

Anthony was sitting up on his elbows now and watching the hot, white woman move closer to his groin.

Tracy thought about how she was going to approach this. She was thinking that she could easily just massage his penis until he was "relieved," then go back to his legs. He shouldn't take very long, not with her newly acquired and frequently utilized penis massaging skills.

Tracy stepped around to his side, facing his hips. Anthony watched her hands move to the towel. She simply lifted the towel from his body, revealing his stiff, dark hard on. She casually put the towel over his feet.

Anthony watched her eyes and facial expression as she gazed at his exposed cock.

Tracy was in awe of Anthony's penis. It was uncircumcised, jet-black, and it had lots of veins wrapping around it under the skin. It was thick, but not as long as Harry's. It stood erect and looked painfully hard. She looked intently at every inch of it and then down to his balls.

His testicles sat on the table between his legs. Two large lumps held in his loose sack. They were easily the largest she had ever seen. They both lay on the massage table several inches away from his body within his large, sack-like scrotum. They were definitely larger than Harry's. She thought how those will need extra attention during his therapy.

He had very little pubic hair, all of which was white and grew just above his penis. She liked that his penis was smaller and more manageable than Harry's. It would be a lot easier to handle.

Tracy kept her eyes on his cock as she grabbed the bottle of oil and drizzled it onto his member generously. She greased up her hands too.

Anthony was having no trouble keeping himself hard for Tracy. Even after just having an orgasm in the bathroom, his hard cock never deflated. She was so hot, he felt he could stay up for her all day, if need be. Now that he had gotten his initial orgasm out of the way, he could focus on the experience better. His cock felt effortlessly hard and it wasn't flagging any time soon.

Tracy's eyes moved back to his balls. She badly wanted to fondle them. She had never had balls that big in her hands before, but she resisted the temptation and began to squeeze his groin muscles just to the sides of his balls instead. She kneaded and gently pinched the muscular areas all around his crotch without touching his penis or testicles.

Anthony was still on his elbows to watch. His main focus was on Tracy's tits that were pressed against his right leg as she worked his groin muscles. Now, from his angle beside her, he noticed her top would lift slightly away from her bulging breasts. Through that small gap, he caught a glimpse of Tracy's dark pink areolas. She moved and the gap opened wider. He could see the bump of her thick nipple. They were starting to come out of her top. He was hoping they would slide out as she continued to rub where his leg joined his torso, but was distracted when she accidentally touched his sensitive balls.

Tracy was moving her hands all around his groin area, but still purposely avoiding his penis. She continued her stare at his exceptional testicles and scrotum until she could resist no more.

Tracy lifted her hands from his legs and applied a fresh coat of oil to her hands. She rubbed them together until her hands were warm and slick. With both hands, she scooped his huge balls off the table. She began gently and tentatively rolling them around within his scrotum

'This is so sexy!' She thought. They had a substantial weight and she could even feel their slight texture beneath the thin skin of his soft ball sack. She wanted to ask him about them, but thought it inappropriate on the first session.

Anthony was in heaven. Tracy seemed infatuated with his balls. Her nipples were starting to come out as she gently caressed his testicles. Touching his balls wasn't something that any of his other women ever did. He was instantly turned on by her attention to this area of his body. This excitement was heightened even further as he watched the expression on her face: she was obviously thrilled by the experience.

Anthony was reminded of what Harry had once told him.

"It's not just that she will stroke my cock and suck it. It's that she enjoys it as much as I do. She gives off a very innocent vibe, but she has a freak hiding in her."

Although he didn't believe what Harry was saying at the time, Anthony knew what he meant now. There was nothing like it. An innocence combined with an obsessive desire. It was very, very sexy.

Tracy loved the heavy, oblong feel of Anthony's testicles. They seemed to roll off her hands and move on their own. She isolated one and sat it in her palm, then did the same with the other. She held them separately enjoying the feel of each in her hands. She fantasized about raising the coal-black orbs to her mouth and wrapping her lips around each one, but restrained herself. Instead, she handled them gently as she began slathering a generous coat of oil on each one.

Anthony's cock bobbed in unison with his heartbeat as she played with his balls. It was now aching for attention and had issued a fresh stream of pre-cum that slowly oozed down the side of his thick shaft. He was getting very worked up.

"Oh Tracy. That's helping quite a bit," he commented as she manipulated his testicles. "I didn't realize how much I needed this." Anthony was breathing deeply and was extremely aroused by Tracy's massage. His balls were tingling pleasantly and radiated with warmth from the oil.

Tracy looked up at him with her deep green eyes and smiled.

She gently placed his balls back on the table, between his legs, and moved her hands to his cock. Anthony watched her thin fingers stretch around the base of his shaft as she took him into a two-handed grip. He loved the look of her hand as it attempted to wrap itself around his thick, hard, black cock. Her hands looked pretty with their pink nail polish and he noted her diamond wedding ring. He loved the contrast of black and white, especially when he saw it on his dick.

Tracy began to familiarize herself with this new black penis. She moved her hands up, then down, trying to gauge his thickness and how tight she should squeeze. She let go of his base and wrapped both hands around his shaft nearer to the tip, by his head. She stroked down, then up, finding his penis slid easily in her hands that way. She gradually discovered that she really enjoyed the more manageable size of him. It will be a lot easier for her to stroke and to get him to orgasm.

"Anthony, I'm going to stroke you so that you can feel some relief," she said flatly, already pumping his cock steadily. Tracy had no idea that he had a massive orgasm in the bathroom.

"That will be fine." Anthony was told by Harry to play-down the sexual and play-up the therapy part of the massage. Anthony was doing his best.

Tracy had worked her grip more firmly around Anthony's penis and was stroking him faster. She was pulling his foreskin down and exposing his hidden head with each down stroke. She figured it wouldn't be long before he had an orgasm. She looked forward to providing relief to another old man in pain.

Tracy wasn't paying attention to her bikini top and both her nipples were beginning to pop out. Anthony looked on lustfully as she continued to stroke.

She pumped him dutifully and the room was once again filled with the sound of slick skin-on-skin and an occasional sigh from Anthony. She began humming again softly. As the minutes ticked by, Tracy began to realize that he wasn't going to cum as soon as she first thought.

Anthony, having just had an orgasm, was holding out, which wasn't too difficult as he never found it very easy to have a fast orgasm, especially one after the other. Even with such a hot, busty woman like Tracy, it would take a while for him to cum. He was thoroughly enjoying her therapy. Tracy didn't know what she was in for. This would not be a simple jack-off session.

Tracy focused on his thick member. She began to vary her technique. She pulled and pushed on his thick member using all the recently acquired skills she used on Harry with such a high degree of success.

She moved one hand to his balls, still stroking with the other. She gauged his reaction as she massaged one ball, then the other, then both, though with some difficulty with only one hand. His cock throbbed pleasantly, but he didn't seem any closer to cumming.

She went back to using both hands and tried varying her stroke. She tried fast, then slowed down, pumping deliberately and firmly. She lightened her grip and let her hands glide over his shaft. No change. She tightly squeezed his head and stroked the bottom of his shaft. He sighed, but wasn't squirming.

She tightly squeezed the shaft and stroked the head. Pre-cum continued to flow over her hand, mixing with the oil, but she didn't feel him surge or grow harder.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of stroking, she asked, "Do you have a problem having an orgasm, Anthony?" Her hands never broke their motion, churning up and down his unrelenting shaft. "No, not usually." Anthony kept his response brief because he didn't want Tracy to know that he had just masturbated some twenty minutes ago and was still "regenerating" his ability to cum.

Tracy began to take it personally. She had never had a lover who did not orgasm quickly, especially over the past two weeks, and now she was faced with someone who may not be as attracted to her as the others.

She saw this as a challenge.

Although she hadn't planned on having a sexual relationship with Anthony (Tracy's warped sense of sexuality had escalated to the point where jacking a man off wearing a skimpy bathing suit was no longer sexual), she found herself challenged to double her efforts to expedite his ejaculation.

"Would it help to show you my breasts?" She asked with a pout.

"Oh, well, that would be a pretty sight, Tracy. I would like that."

Tracy looked down. The tips of her darker areolas peeked up at her. She was slightly surprised to find that her breasts were nearly uncovered as it was and wondered whether exposing herself to him for visual stimulation would even be enough.

She released his cock. She slipped her hands inside the cups of her bikini top and released her enormous breasts. The thin top slipped off and tucked underneath her soft melons.

Tracy nonchalantly held up the oil and drizzled the slick liquid over her mounds. She set the bottle down and rubbed the oil to a sheen. Anthony watched her, entranced. She acted as though it were a routine, but Anthony found this display incredibly erotic.

Tracy met his gaze and smiled. She proudly thrust her tits out before her as she resumed her stroking, now with more vigor and purpose.

'This won't take long now,' she told herself. "Let's give him a little show..." She exaggerated the pumping motion, purposely bouncing her tits as she stroked.

Anthony watched her with his full attention. She jerked him off intently, her green eyes bright with focus. Her full, bare tits fell and recoiled with each stroke, slapping heavily against her forearms. They wobbled wildly and Anthony was hypnotized.

Tracy steeled herself, resolved to give this ailing old man a the****utic orgasm. She simply had to get him off. Other nurses and ther****ts had left him in pain. It was her duty to relieve him when no one else could.

Up and down she jerked him. Her hands moved in an endless stroking pattern. She tightened her grip and locked her elbows. She used her entire upper torso to stroke Anthony's thick cock, really putting her weight into it.

Another ten minutes of stroking and Anthony's cock was still rock hard and in her hands. It felt hot and heavy. Each time she stroked down, she felt the skin of his cock grow taut. Even now, she felt his firm heartbeat pulsing in his shaft. Could he possibly be swelling even bigger and harder?

Tracy was concerned that he may develop abrasions from the now thirty-minute jack off session that she was giving him. Say nothing of the fact that her hands were getting tired.

She decided to reposition him on the table.

Tracy released his cock. "Let's try to move you a little. Slide down to the end of the table and lay down with your legs off the edge from the knees down."

Anthony complied and scooted himself down, letting his legs dangle. Tracy moved from standing beside him to between his legs at the foot of the table. The sight was one of the most exciting he had ever seen. Tracy stood, topless, between his legs and began applying a fresh coat of oil to his cock.

She placed the bottle out of the way. As Anthony watched eagerly, Tracy moved her torso over his engorged penis. It bobbed against her chest and she captured it between her soft, full tits. Anthony felt the warmth of her bosom engulf his stiff member. It completely disappeared between them. Tracy was about to give her second tit-fuck of the day.

"Oh Lord!" Anthony replied.

Tracy wrapped her tits around him and held them, shaking them slightly. His shaft felt stiff and slick in her cleavage. She played with her nipples a little so they'd be nice and stiff, then clapped them together around his dark tower, spreading the oil generously. His dark skin flashed in and out between her pale breasts.

Tracy's huge breasts were large enough that she could use her hands to hold Anthony's cock between them and at the same time push them up and down in a fucking motion so that she was fucking his cock with her tits without him having to move an inch. She began pumping her upper torso against his cock as she held her tits together with her hands.

"Is that comfortable for you, Anthony?"

"Comfortable? Uh, yes, you could say that." He watched his dark head poke against her neck and chin, sitting atop her alabaster cleavage.

Anthony was still having a difficult time believing a woman as hot as Tracy was now giving him the sexiest tit-fuck he had ever experienced.

This feeling was something he had never felt. His dick was totally surrounded by tit flesh. Slippery, warm, and soft, her tits were the sexiest he had ever seen, or felt.

His cock disappeared as Tracy pumped her breasts up and down upon the old black man. She was beginning to perspire as she worked on him. This was not something that Tracy had anticipated. A thick strand of blonde hair slipped out of her ponytail and fell across her left eye. She quickly tucked it behind her ear and replaced her hand on his shaft. She was really exerting herself.

She continued to fuck Anthony with her tits while he leaned up on his elbows again and watched her work.

Another ten minutes later and Tracy felt that his penis was growing hot, causing her breasts to feel friction, despite her use of oil. She needed a new approach.

She finally felt the need to ask, "Are you at least close?" She looked at him with an almost pleading look as she bounced her body up and down. She had lost track of time, but it seemed like over an hour of stroking and tit-fucking had passed.

"I can tell you that I have never felt this good in my life, young lady." Anthony smiled wide.

Tracy was having none of this. Her thoughts had returned to his balls. Maybe they held the key. He'd certainly enjoyed her handling of them before. Now, she'd try her mouth.

She released his penis from her breasts and had Anthony scoot back a bit on the massage table.

Using the excuse that Anthony needed relief, but also because she was horny after playing with this old black man's thick cock for nearly an hour, Tracy spread his legs apart and back so that his knees bent.

Tracy stood over him, her hands on his knees. Below her, his dark erection lay against his slightly bulging tummy. Between his legs, the two lumps of Anthony's testicles rested heavily. She moved her hands and scooped up his soft, loose scrotum.

Tracy hefted them, again impressed by their weight. She licked her lips and found her mouth was watering. She brought her face to her hands. Slowly and deliberately, Tracy puckered her lips and placed a warm, wet kiss on Anthony's right testicle.

Anthony was practically beside himself with excitement as the young blonde slowly kissed his black ball.

He made a hissing sound as he sucked air in through his teeth, exhaling with an, "aaawwwww."

Tracy pulled her lips away, tasting the massage oil from Anthony's sack. She gently but firmly planted several more wet kisses on his oversized ball. She moved her mouth to his left nut and gave it the same treatment, kissing it with her thick, red lips. She pecked at his heavy balls.

Her lips made a wet --SMACK- each time she pulled them from his dark, wrinkled scrotum.

But Tracy had had enough. She needed to suck on them. She gathered them carefully. His right ball seemed more prominent, but she had to attentively draw the smaller left nut out. She knew they were sensitive.

With his balls collected, she wrapped her hand around the base of his sack, moving the large spheres inside to the front for better access. She tucked the blonde strand behind her ear again and lowered her mouth to the top of his bulging sack.

She felt his more prominent, right ball inside, warm and squishy. She carefully sucked his large testicle into her mouth, avoiding her teeth expertly.

"Damn, woman!" He exclaimed.

Anthony didn't know what to say or do other than sit and enjoy this sexy white MILF sucking on his balls. He had fantasized about something like this, but never imagined it would ever happen.

Tracy loved the oil-flavored testicle that filled her mouth. She was slobbering all over it and sucking on it slowly. It was slippery and as smooth as anything she had ever had in her mouth. She held it there and used her tongue to probe its entire surface area. She tried rolling her tongue to push it further back to the beginning of her throat.

Now the room filled with the wet sound of Tracy's suctioning mouth. Once again, she began to hum as she worked. Anthony felt her moans and the humming noises she was making in his groin. He loved hearing the smacking and kissing noises coming from her. As she hummed on his balls, they tingled with the slight vibration.

She popped the right one out and moved her lips to the trickier left nut. She sucked on his smooth skin, drawing the concealed globe into her mouth. This one was more difficult to get in, but she eventually worked her lips all the way around it.

Tracy was in paradise. After spending so much time looking at his amazing balls, she was now finally able to enjoy them.

Anthony couldn't believe the sight. The pretty blonde between his legs had her thick, glossy lips sealed to his nutsack. He could see her cheeks puffed out as she sucked on his left ball. She was actually caressing and massaging his other nut with her fingernails. The feeling was hard to describe. It felt strangely luxurious to Anthony, like he was being treated to some kind of delicacy. As she nursed on his balls, he could feel them swirl, generating more cum.

Tracy felt Anthony's cock bob up against her nose, then fall. Her infatuation with his balls made her completely neglect his penis. With her mouth firmly around his left nut, she used one hand to massage his right nut. Her other hand wrapped around his cock, near the head, and she began jacking him off.

After several minutes, she let the testicle plop out of her mouth. She moved both hands to his meaty cock and held it against her chest like a prize. She used both hands to angle the impressive member toward her. Holding it steady at the base, she lined her lips up to his blackish-purple head. She held her lips against the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum mixed with the oil. She moved her hands to his balls and began sucking on the head with no hands touching the pulsing, black tool.

She sucked his cock head like she had each of his nuts, using her tongue to massage his broad tip. She closed her mouth around his flared knob as it appeared through the sheath of foreskin, letting her spit drool out and mix with his pre-cum.

Her saliva ran down around the shaft as she sucked more of his cock into her mouth. He was thick enough to cause her jaw to expand initially, but his length was such that she could nearly deep throat him.

Unlike Harry, Anthony had the kind of cock she would want to fuck every single day. Harry's was far too big for that. Tracy would get sore if she fucked Harry every day.

Tracy sucked, swallowed, and pressed her way to getting about seven inches into her expanded throat, leaving only about an inch outside of her mouth. Her hands continued massaging his nuts.

She instinctively relaxed and allowed herself to adjust to the black cock that was now filling her mouth and throat.

She couldn't do this with Harry, and she found it unexpectedly exciting to be doing this with Anthony.

As her throat accepted the thick foreign object, she felt her gag reflex flare up. She lurched, but fought to suppress it. Her eyes teared up and she felt saliva collect in her mouth. She swallowed around the wide shaft and blinked, feeling tears stream down her cheeks.

She focused her mind on massaging the spongy balls in her hands, instead of the thick tube jammed down her gullet. Slowly, her gag reflex quieted. She began fucking his cock slowly and deeply with her mouth and throat.

Tracy was working out the skills necessary to do this as she went along. When she was over at Harry's last week, with his friends, she couldn't get as much cock into her mouth due to the size of the men. Anthony was the perfect size. She could deep throat him, although it wasn't easy, and he was large enough that she still felt "full" from blowing him.

She loved his cock.

Anthony couldn't believe the sexual stamina and determination Tracy had. He had never seen a woman so eager to please a man sexually.

He responded to her blow job by pushing his crotch into her face as she moved her head down onto him. He began slowly as he heard the gagging sounds coming from her. After a few more gags, spits, and coughs, he began to fuck her face.

Tracy was determined to take it.

Anthony sat up and grabbed her ponytail and eased his cock deep into her throat. Sexy noises were coming from Tracy as she allowed the thick meat to penetrate her with greater force and tempo.

Tracy was feeling high from all the deep-throating. Her head swam, but she was determined to meet his thrusts, pushing her face forward as he drove his hips into her. She was slobbering everywhere. Bubbles and streaks of her spit ran down the cock, into her hands as she rubbed his balls. She felt drool dangling from her chin and smeared warmly across her broad tits and stiff nipples. She sniffled. Some was running out of her nose. It was an oral fucking, not a blow job, but she absolutely loved it.

Anthony had never experienced this before. He looked down. Tracy's head was bobbing in his lap. He had one hand on the back of her head and the other gripping her ponytail. The base of his cock and his white pubic hair were frothy with oil and Tracy's saliva. Her bare tits swayed and smacked against each other in a sexy clapping sound as she met Anthony's thrusts into her mouth.

Tracy was in her zone now. She had a rhythm and her mouth and throat had opened wider than she thought they could.

He grabbed her hair and really began giving it to her. She loved every moment of Anthony's urgent thrusting.

He wanted to test her a little. She could take it, right? He had to find out, so with his next thrust, he jammed a little harder with his hips and held her head down for about five seconds, keeping pressure with his grip on her hair. She tried to pull back, but seemed to get the idea when he didn't let up. He felt her grip on his balls tighten slightly. Her throat throbbed, opening just a tiny bit wider. She coughed and he felt her spit splatter on his balls and inner thighs.

He stuffed the last inch or two between her lips. He felt his cock head slip deeper down her throat. It slotted home in her ribbed esophagus.

In that moment, she blinked her tearing eyes up at him and made eye contact, almost as if saying, "I can take it." He felt her squeeze his large balls gently as he stared down into her green gaze.

Without much warning, he recognized the familiar feelings in his head and penis. That extreme sense of euphoria that takes over when you're about to cum. He was overwhelmed by it. His balls tightened, as did his grip on her hair. He couldn't let up now.

"Gah...Gggggoooodddd! Daaaaamnnnn!" he blurted out as he shot cum down Tracy's throat.

Tracy had been looking forward to swallowing Anthony's semen. He began grunting and she felt his cock swell, somehow growing even thicker. It bucked against her tonsils and she felt a warm surge flood the back of her throat. She felt his balls jumping in her hands. She realized they must be emptying into her mouth. She closed her eyes and took his load.

Anthony sprayed his cum deep into the blonde's gullet. For Tracy's part, she only felt the thick warmth spread down her throat and into her stomach. As he held his cock deep in her throat, she didn't even taste cum. She gaped her mouth and waited. Anthony's dick surged and throbbed. He shook her head gently and swore loudly, punctuating his profanity with grunts.

Finally, the pulses of his spurting black dick weakened, then stopped. His hands released her head, flopping onto the table at his sides. He'd loosened several more strands of her golden hair, which dangled on his thighs.

Tracy blinked her eyes open, moving her hands from his balls to the base of his dick. Anthony had laid back, his head on the pillow as he gazed up at the ceiling absently. Tracy moved her mouth up to his cock head and rolled it around with her tongue, now tasting cum abundantly. Given the size of his testicles, she figured she must have a huge load of cum swimming in her tummy.

She made sure to slurp slightly on his head, extracting any cum that was left. It was thinner and sweeter than Harry's and made her want more.

Anthony lay there, panting, as the blonde nursed on the head of his dick.

"Wow! Tracy! Thank you, sweetheart. That was special." He lifted his head and began petting her soft blonde hair as she looked at him with a proud glow.

She liked Anthony. She liked his penis. She could do more with it than with Harry's monster.

"I loved it too, Anthony!" she said sweetly, holding his cock against her cheek. She jerked it gently a few times and kissed away any cum that bubbled out. She placed his flagging dark tool on his belly and carefully stood up.

Tracy needed a moment to collect herself. She needed to drink some water and wash her face from the sloppy fucking her mouth just endured. Her throat felt raw, like it had just been fucked by a large black cock.

When she returned from the bathroom, she responded to Anthony.

"Well, I very much enjoyed myself and I hope it relieved some of your pain. How are your symptoms?" She had a concerned look on her face.

"Your massage really helped, Tracy. The soreness and stiff muscles I get are gone, for now." (Anthony needed to create a reason for her to continue her massages).

He really owed Harry one. This was a gift, pure and simple. Tracy was as rare as they come. He was thinking how he couldn't wait to fuck her.

She felt great that she was able to take care of two elderly gentlemen who really needed her help. Anthony was a nice change from Harry. His penis was more manageable and she liked how it felt in her mouth and throat.

Tracy was very attracted to Harry, but his enormous penis was too much for her to handle sexually on a day-to-day basis. Anthony's was perfect. His was big and thick, but much easier on her body than Harry's.

Tracy showed Anthony the pool and checked on Harry who had fallen asleep watching TV. Anthony swam around naked in the pool for a bit while Tracy made them all lunch.

Later, Tracy took Anthony home and made plans to pick him up at the same time the next day.

Tracy was taking a nap when Jim came home that evening. Rather than wake her up, he decided to go into the den and check his messages on the cuckold site that he belonged to.

When he double-clicked on his browser, he noticed it wasn't closed, but only minimized. It was open to a page that had the pictures he posted of Tracy.

In that moment, he realized that she had been on his laptop, looking at the site.

He sat back in his leather chair and put his hands behind his head in thought.

He couldn't tell whether she had accessed his remote camera program, but he had to assume that she had.

He felt anger, then shame and embarrassment, then he became aroused at the idea of Tracy knowing about his cuckold interests and keeping this to herself. 'Did she approve?' He concluded that, at the very least, she wasn't outraged. This train of thought very quickly led to an erection.

Jim opened the camera's recorded file and played the events of that morning.

He stroked his penis as he watched Tracy massage, then sexually please the strange black man.

It was no wonder Tracy had needed a nap. Watching his beautiful, shapely wife work so hard to help the eager, old black man to achieve an orgasm was intense and extraordinarily arousing. She was totally focused on her job. Watching her on his laptop gave him the impression he was watching her on a porn website.

He thought how thrilling it would be to upload a video of her to a website and read the comments of those who watched.

The next day, Tracy dressed to pick up Anthony. Her mid-thigh length skirt had a blue and beige pattern that matched her cream-colored, low-cut tank top. She painted her toe nails a burgundy color for a sexy contrast.