I felt like the third wheel, no involvement, watching my beloved wife and this black, handsome stranger with a larger cock, rut and mate with deep des...re, and, it seemed, deep love. Was she lost to me? Would she ever again be satisfied with my loving, to which she had become accustomed, and perhaps bored? I was definitely hurting here.Then, Anthony entered his dirty talk faze. He looked into her eyes."Fuck me, you dirty whore! Raise that ass and make your cunt slam my cock. You're nothing but a. “Was that a little too much?” playing coy. I lowered my head and ran my warm tongue up the length of her slit to catch the excess water. Her hips thrust up against the pressure of tongue and she breathed heavily. I let this game of hot and cold continue for a bit, letting cold water course over her and then lapping it off her pussy.The first ice cube had dwindled down to nearly nothing by this time, but I still had one more plan for it. “Would you like a popsicle to help you cool down?” She. I think my roommate must have though I was sick since I had to excuse myself to go down the hall to the bathroom so many times. She probably felt I had food poisoning. I couldn't tell her I was so horny I had to go and masturbate almost continually to keep from going crazy.Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday found me back in my normal school and swimming routine. This was a good thing, as I didn't have much time to daydream about big cocks. I still thought of Peter in the odd moments, but I felt I. His dick hoped it would be a camisole day, but his head hoped it wouldn’t be. He hadn’t touched a woman, never mind had sex, in so long that, if it was a camisole day, he was afraid he would at best embarrass himself, at worst get fired, that he would get an erection, or be unable to stop himself putting his hand on her ass or boobs.Sophie decided that, since they weren’t actually at the office she would dress a little more casually, so she put on some casual, loose-fitting slacks and a loose.