Here I was, in the moonlight, lying with my tits out of my dress, my skirt hiked up around my waist, having a black man not my husband going down on m..., and I loved every minute of it. I imagined myself a wanton slut with other men watching us, playing with their meat, lining up for a taste of my pussy. I moaned and stroked his baldhead, secure in the fact that my snoring husband was off in another time and place, and I reveled in this adventure. His fleshy lips were manipulating me into. "She pulled her lips off for a moment, staring up at me and smiling."I love doing it for you. I love to hear you groan and feel your hands tighten against my head when I take you all the way. I love the way your cock tastes, the way you hold my head and take control. Fuck my mouth baby, fuck it good and let me make you happy."She kissed the tip and licked the helmet, daring me to push her lips back down on me.The three glasses of wine she drank before and during dinner added to her libido. The party was nearing the end for it was well past midnight and most of the family had left just leaving the dozen or so close friends to finish off their drinks. I had a few myself and had greatly enjoyed myself dancing with J's work friends, a nice bunch of attractive girls. I had lost track of J but I wasn't worried too much but I decided to go and look for her and tell her things were wrapping up.She wasn't in the hall or in the loos so I went outside to the car park, still she was nowhere. Lydia and I panicked simultaneously and broke free to run squealing into the living room. But by then it was a game, and we girls lost as most of our clothes were ripped off us.I was so worked up I didn't care any more. Lydia was parked on the sofa with both feet touching the floor, her skirt pushed up over her waist, panties nowhere near and her legs wide open. She was beautiful, a natural blonde as it turned out. Frank was eating her pussy and eventually worked his way up to her nipples. She.