There were times that she looked directly at my knees after – the knees of my slacks or stockings. She knew that, sometime during our little ‘meet...ng’, I’d either be bent over his desk getting fucked good or, kneeling to suck his thick black cock. On several occasions, the evidence of a blow-job would be dripped on my blouse; a few other times there was a blob of cum left in my hair that I missed. I came to dread the visits, from the one black guy, to my little office. The paper or letter. He made a wry face and asked, "Does this help?"I shrugged and said, "Not much. A little. Once you have had a few the taste isn't quite as bad. He made me buy some wine too but I haven't tried it yet. I don't know what it tastes like."He put my beer down and went over and got two more of them out of the refrigerator and brought them back to the table. He opened them and handed me one of them. He took a sip of his and made a face. I smiled and said, "Yeah, it's awful. But it's better than. Damn slowly.Soon I could ride it. I felt how much it splitted me, but it turned me so fucking on. I sitted on it carefully and moved up and down."Lay down on your back", she said. I did as she asked me to do. She went over me, ankled my legs up, slided quickly inside my hungry butt, and she started to fuck me rough. I had to to take breath very fast, cause that dick just killed me. So I moaned lightly. She moved her upper body down, pressed my legs beside, and started to kiss me horny. I kissed. It was incredible to see their bodies close the gap between them, their chests press together, their hands pump the other’s cock and their mouths meet. My husband is kissing another man went through my mind as I squeezed both pairs of balls. Momentarily I felt a surge of jealousy for he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much in my opinion, but that passed as I got more into what they were doing. The jealousy vanished and was replaced by excitement. I watched their mouths grinding and their.