What is your problem?" she asked, reverting to an accusatory tone."My problem is very simple, Sarah. We don't make love any more. We have sex once in ... while, but we don't make love," I said emphatically. "You are clearly unhappy because you spend most of the time I'm around you complaining about things which are irrelevant, unimportant. You are genuinely discontented." Nonsense!" No! It most certainly is not nonsense! Whether you choose to accept it or not, it is a fact!" I couldn't have been. At that point, Ana called me and allowed me to enter.I saw that black cock was still hard and ready for more. My wife sent me back out to the hallway as the black guy positioned her onto all fours and got himself behind her toned body, ready to fuck her. I stood there outside; watching with the door open just a crack.Round two did not last as long, when I saw Ana tensing her back in an intense orgasm and her black lover grunting as he filled her stretched cunt again with his warm seed.I thanked. Seemed like a hand but not a hand rub my thighs. It stroked my thigh up and down until it found its way to my pubes. It twirled strands of hair until they tugged painfully. The air felt so cool. I felt what seemed to be a finger stroking the lips of my vagina before pushing in. That can't be just one finger as I felt myself open a little to the penetration. One finger stroked the insides of my vagina while the another flicked my clit. I wanted to be scared but my vagina betrayed me and. It felt so good.Next he was running another cold washcloth over my body. The water replaced the clammy feeling of perspiration and cooled me as it dried.I still felt like shit, but I did get back to sleep.Jeff woke me some time in the morning and I was sweating again. He had ginger ale and ibuprofen for me. The latter was a good idea because I was starting to ache all over, which I told him."I called the campus hospital and they said the flu's going around. Sorry, but you seem to have joined.