Today, I masturbated again for a long time while reading the rest of my wife's diary. What a bitch !! I have no doubt that you will do the same when you think of her."This Wednesday evening, Edouard has to come back later than usual because he is attending the meeting of the union council of the building. As I know they have to deal with the renovation of the exterior facade and the possible replacing the boiler, the meeting may last much longer than other times.After having dinner alone, I sit in the living room with my tablet. I strike "Mature Woman", "Young Arabs" and "Cité" and start the search. I cannot believe the number of dating sites that display me classified ads with more than evocative titles: "Mature bourgeois looking for young beur 20 years", "Libertine 55 years old seeks young rebeu", "Cougar seeks young hooligans cities ”,“ Mature nympho seeks black or well-hung Arab ”,“ Docile and submissive 55 years old seeks young Arabs for candaulism plans ”,“ Husband offers his wife to a group of Arabs ”,…It is a revelation to discover that many women of my age seek out and maintain extra marital relationships with young people from the cities when it is not their husbands who are doing the research for them. I, who had believed myself to be abnormal for a few weeks, have finally discovered that I am no exception. This confirms to me, since some husbands are accomplices in these meetings, that it has nothing to do with love. It is purely physical and sexual, cerebral and perhaps animal! I am really reassured and, since Edouard has not returned when I go to bed, I make myself come for a long time with my sex toy.The next morning, after having thought about it for a long time, I decide to send a message to Mohamed but making sure to act as if I was speaking to his mother "I will spend this day around 5:00 pm to leave you a copy of the file. If you are not there, I will leave it in your mailbox ”. Receiving no response, I tell myself that Mohamed may have moved on and that having fucked me twice is enough for him. If so, then I won't have to wonder about my behavior anymore.Once the car is parked in the parking lot, I head for the entrance to building C, which I now know well. As I push open the door to the hall, I come face to face with Mohamed. He doesn't seem surprised at all and tells me - Hello, my mother hasn't come home from work yet. I answer him - I leave you the envelope with the copy of the file or I put it in the mailbox?He has a sly smile and then says to me - I'm not going back up there and the box is not locking. We will leave it with the concierge and he will give it to my mother when she comes by. He asks me to follow him and we walk together towards the concierge's lodge. He knocks on the glass door, a powerful voice answers us - Yeah, it's open!Mohamed opens the door and lets me in before closing it behind him. In front of us is a solid black man who must be nearly two meters and a hundred kilos. He has short cropped white hair, a big flat nose, dark eyes, a beard of at least three days and his djellaba perfectly outlines his enormous belly which almost gives him the air of a pregnant woman. He looks at us without saying anything and it is Mohamed who speaks first - Hello Mr. Sissoko, I'm coming to see you with Madame as you asked me the other day.I'm a little surprised at what he says because I don't know what to do with the building concierge.The old man answers him - It's perfect Mohamed, you can leave us now.The young man finally takes the envelope from my hands and walks towards the door. The concierge follows him, closes the door and locks it with the key. I really wonder what I am doing here but the man impresses me and I remain without reacting. He comes towards me, takes me by the arm and, without rushing me, leads me towards a curtain held out at the back of the room. He pulls the fabric aside and here we are in a new room which must be a bedroom. He said to me - It is the room of the night porter who replaces me from 8 p.m. to 6 a.m. I live on the first floor with my wife and my children.then he continues - Sit down! We need to talk !Intimidated, I rest my butt on the edge of the bed as he pulls a chair up to him and sits down right in front of me. He observes me carefully, the iris of his eyes is as black as his pupil. He has an almost animal face and I can see that he has big tufts of hair in his ears. I cross my legs and hug my arms across my chest. I do not lead off!He finally decides to speak - You know, I've been the janitor of this city for over forty years. Little young people, I know them well; I saw them all grow up! They're wankers but they're not mean!Not knowing what to say to him, I nod and he continues- I know all their tricks! And I watch them so that it does not degenerate. Should not become the zone in this city, as it is elsewhere!He pauses, his eyes descend to my chest and then my legs before coming back to plant mine. He resumes - I know everything that is going on in the city of Morocco, in the parking lot, in the hall, on the stairs and especially in the cellars!I still don't see where he's going with this and I'm about to get up to leave. He guesses my intention, puts a hand on one of my knees and says - Don't move little lady. This is where it gets interesting!He seems satisfied with his effect and continues- The other day, I was making a round in the second basement and I saw you enter this cellar with Momo and his friend Djamal. I stood behind the door for a while and heard you. It was hot! They made you squeal!Before I can answer anything, he goes on - I know the place well. They regularly take girls, young and old, there. They call it "Their girl cellar"! Once you got back to your car, I cornered them both for explanation and Momo showed me pictures. He told me you were a hell of a jerk!I manage to reply - No, it's not what you think, they have me… He cuts me off and starts me- Do not worry ! I will not send the photos to the social service, it is none of their business! Yes, I checked with Madame Dahoud to find out who you were. So that's where he was coming from! I'm starting to understand his interest!Still looking me straight in the eye, he begins to pull up the bottom of his djellaba while remaining seated. He smiles at me - Yes, I see you understood! I keep it all to myself and you can return to the city as you wish. But we're going to have a little fun together.His djellaba is now raised high enough for me to discover the penis hanging between his legs. It looks like a huge black pipe all deflated but with impressive dimensions. The pink of his circumcised acorn contrasts with the blackness of his shaft, his purses dangle below, it looks like a sort of big sleeping animal.He spreads his legs and says to me - If you have enjoyed with these two young people, you will see how much better it will be with me. Come on, come closer! I saw in the photos that you suck well!This big guy loathes me but I can not take my eyes off his penis. A gentle heat invades my lower abdomen and my pussy begins to get wet. All the efforts I have made in recent days to forget my hugs in the cellar with the two young Arabs suddenly vanish. I think back to all those ads I read on the internet, to all those women who clearly dare to display their desires for sex and lust. Yes, in an instant, I forget the woman that I am to think only of the bitch that I am becoming. I want that cock, I want it in my mouth and deep inside. I want it too much!Without saying anything, I kneel down in front of Mr. Sissoko and I know perfectly well that by putting myself in this way, I mean to him that I am his, all his. I just take his penis in the mouth and my hands take hold of his shaft and his scholarship.I close my eyes to better feel in me the pleasure of breaking the taboos that I have always imposed on myself. I suckle it, I stroke it, I knead its purses, I suck it in, I swallow it and little by little his cock grows as if the pipe was filling with water without being able to empty itself. It is now difficult to swallow it whole because it is so big. I feel like I'm going to suffocate so I force myself to breathe thro ...

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