She had strategically and suggestively leaned against the wall and smiled at me. I told her we were going to get into trouble but I moved closer to he... anyway. Her eyes was on playful with fire and her hands was on my jeans pulling at the zip. I also reminded her I was married but she was so insistent. I kissed her and started undoing her jeans and pushed them down until they fell down completely. I looked into her eyes and told her this was a bad idea. She smiled and at that moment I knew she. "You bought ithere last week, didn't you?"I nod dryly and she says, "I thought I recognized you," then I break outin a shy smile."Now, are you going to tell me what size shoes you wear?" Nine and a half," I all but whisper and only then remember I should sayeight and let her work out the conversion herself.I don't dare move I don't dare make a sound and when I do finally sit downon the bench it sounds so loud to me I think everyone will just bustthrough the door and see me trying on women's. There was no other possible explanation. She panicked. She ran to the phone and dialed his cell. She had to stop him. She had to get him back. He couldn't just leave her. She had to explain -- try to make him understand.The phone rang and finally she heard his voice. It was his voice mail."Brent, it's me. Please call. I need to explain. Please, Brent. You can't leave me. Please talk to me and let me explain. You need to understand. It was just a job. Call me. I beg you. Call me." She set the. The lucky bastard fingered her tiny anal ring, until it was relaxed and stretched enough to let him feed his thick cockhead into her asshole.Everyone stayed still while he did this. Once he passed through my wife’s sphincter, she moaned very softly. Then, everyone started fucking again.Both black guys fucked Anita in that position for almost twenty minutes.Simon came first and when his cock was too soft to stay in, he fell out.I noticed my wife’s asshole was slightly open; so I got on the bed.