I pulled the skin all the way back and started sucking his hard rod.Jack left my nipples and took my jeans skirt off my body; he then spread my legs w...de open and buried his face between my thighs. He licked my clitoris, sucked on my pussy lips and my anal rosebud with his tongue.Andy pushed the back of my head until I gagged on his cock down my throat. I really loved that feeling and encouraged him more by stretching my neck back. I could see Jack taking his jeans off and could see his cock. I had always talked with my mates about pussy, about banging some pussy on a Saturday night. And now I stood before a man who talked about my arse as his pussy. It just seemed incomprehensible to think of me – Gary Walker, football hero, city executive, athletic stud boy – as a black man’s pussy. I thought of my best mate Ben and what he would think if he knew I was now pussy meat, and my face burned in crushing defeat.Dennis turned around towards Lewis and I saw a sly smile of delight creep. I didn’t find myself in my usual panic. Normally a guy would have known clearly my feelings on that! One guy in the past had found my hand stinging him across their face for a similar thing!The unusual sensation of feeling his hand on the edge of my short dress and stockings had a powerful yet delightful effect. Never would I have guessed I would feel stimulated by the apparent eroticism of being touched as a woman by the hand and fingers of a man. Having my thin, tight dress and silken. He knew only that he had to get away from the influence of Roger's voice. On he ran through the mean streets of the dingy neighborhood until he tripped and fell in a heap outside a darkened doorway. Ken crawled into the doorway and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that.