It felt almost like the "correct" way of doing foreplay but I had no idea why!She bucked her hips as I gleefully devoured her clitoris. She put her ha...ds on my stomach and began to tweak my nipples, just as I was doing to her. Her groans got louder and higher, as I quickened my pace, savouring her juices as I devoured her tenderest of areas.She squealed, louder than any other noise she had made and her body tensed. I felt her pelvic muscles quiver and she held her breath, exhaling slowly. She. Even while sober she admitted she would love to try a black cock if the opportunity presented itself and that her biggest fantasy was getting triple teamed by three black cocks.Now, some men would feel inadequate or insecure if their wife had such fantasies. Yet, it was my fantasy too. I didn't want to fuck other women, and had no interest in having sex with men, black or white, but for whatever reason the idea of watching my wife submit to her fantasy was an amazing turn on.Coincidently, in. What was she doing? Was she mad? She wasn’t sure. A tap came at the door. ‘Enter!’ she called, harshly. He entered slowly, looking around her chambers, feeling the pleasant warmth of the fire. He risked a quick glance at her, her face white, eyes cold. She pointed with the crop to indicate where he should stand. ‘Do you know why you are here?’ she demanded, despite being unsure herself. ‘I don’t know, Ma’am. I just obey.’ An idea suddenly took shape in her mind. ‘You are here to be punished. .. cock!" She finally managed to answer. With his fistful of hair, he slowly pulled her head back again. "Do you love it?" He asked."Yes... I love it! Oh God... Please... fuck me..." She pleaded.Charlie started really slamming her from behind after that. She was responding to every thrust with a guttural grunt. Her beautiful tits were swinging and jerking violently and she seemed to love it. She was totally submissive to him. I had never seen this side of her before. It was mildly disturbing.