Mike arrived wearing a red Trump hat, which I thought was obnoxious and racist, but before I had a chance for a bro-on-bro conversation, he brushed past me to set up the grill. Susan followed close behind, with their five children in tow. She made an apple pie. I quizzed her on the ingredients, but she wasn't giving up her secrets that easily! I tried a slice. Delicious!

My wife had changed into a Stars and Stripes bikini, one I didn't even know she had. She was now prancing around the pool, passing out beers, flirtatiously bending over to give all the men a nice long look at her cleavage. Pete, the Korean accountant from two blocks down, tried to whistle appreciatively, but he couldn't whistle. The other men were more subtle, but I could see their little smirks and grins. My wife was particularly attentive to Mike, as I could tell from the multiple times her body would "accidentally" brush against him. I cracked open a beer and watched in delighted agony.

Mike looked a little amused when I brought some soy patties out for grilling. I asked him about the Trump hat, hoping that it was just an ironic gesture. "We need more white babies in this country," he said. I was floored by this speech, which could have descended straight from Hitler's mouth. Before I could formulate a sufficient reply, he asked me to pass the "girl patties." I sniffed and went upstairs to watch the baby.

My wife got out of the pool and came inside to rinse. I shut the bathroom door as she showered her wonderful naked body. "We have to talk," I said. I explained that Mike would no longer be acceptable as a guest in our house after this party, because I knew him to be a racist. My wife nodded, then shooed me out of the bathroom. For the rest of the evening, she stayed clear of Mike and began flirting with other men.

The party was a success. I read a slam poem about what the Fourth of July means to dispossessed and marginalized communities, both here and around the world. The audience was very polite, except for Mike, who audibly snorted and rolled his eyes. That said, the burgers were very good and I publicly thanked him for the burgers. Mike ignored me. His kids were fussing about the fireworks show. Finally, Susan said she would drive them down to the harbor to look at the fireworks. Our other guests agreed that sounded like fun. Mike said he'd join them after cleaning the grill. I went upstairs to check on our son again. He was fast asleep.

When I came down, Mike was just finishing up. He had gathered all the rubbish from the patio into a large black bag and hauled to the dumpster. As she washed the dishes, my wife watched Mike's thick muscular back through the kitchen window. The door opened and Mike went into the kitchen to wash his hands. As he toweled his giant manpaws, my wife suddenly turned to him and asked what he thought about her.

"What do you mean?" Mike said.

My wife shut off the faucet and leaned forward, her cleavage framed in the perfect scoop of her neckline. Her wet hands ran along her shirt, giving visible outline to her erect nipples. She drew closer to Mike, her fingers lightly stroking his chest, tracing down to his hips. Mike smiled.

"What do you think of these?" In a swift motion, she lifted up her shirt, showing her beautiful naked breasts.

Mike gasped. "They're beautiful." He turned to me. "Wow, tree man, you are one lucky son of a bitch."

I grinned painfully, my eyes shot through with fear. How dare she do this before my eyes! How dare she disrespect me like this.

"You can be lucky too," she said to Mike.

"But Susan--"

"But Susan." My wife giggled. Her fingers lightly danced to the tent Mike was pitching in his trousers.

"tree man, if you don't get a hold of your wife, I'm going to fuck her," Mike boomed.

And he did. In a moment, they were transported by crazy lust, pulling each other's clothes off and fucking right before my astonished eyes on the kitchen counter. I felt the protest rise to my throat, coming out only as pathetic mewl. I buried my face in the couch, crying tears of rage and shame as their moans grew louder and longer. I looked up, only to see the strong muscular Mike plowing with his gigantic member into my wife's willing vulnerable cunt. I beat the pillow. "This must stop! This must stop!"

Mike stopped for a moment, confused, but my wife gently encouraged him to take her from behind. "tree man won't do anything." Her mocking laugh filled the house, as I ran outside to plunge myself into the pool, hoping I would drown. But I couldn't hold my breath long enough to drown, so I climbed back out of the pool.

I returned to find Mike pumping away at my wife. Sopping wet, I collapsed into a useless heap and watched them ecstatically fuck each other senseless. Mike shot his load deep into my wife's pussy and she sucked him off. They showered and left to watch the fireworks.

I have not spoken to my wife since she returned.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3276224&forum_id=2#30862528)

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(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3276224&forum_id=2#30862534)

http://i.imgur.com/cRwciFM.png

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3276224&forum_id=2#30862742)

Either way... it was pretty obvious that it was a dirty pic. Simmer down.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3276224&forum_id=2#30867255)

Also lmao @ "The party was a success. I read a slam poem about what the Fourth of July means to dispossessed and marginalized communities, both here and around the world."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3276224&forum_id=2#30862780)

"tree man, if you don't get a hold of your wife, I'm going to fuck her," Mike boomed.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3276224&forum_id=2#30865013)

every word was chosen with incredible care

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3276224&forum_id=2#36362958)