That was really stretching it and a blatant lie to myself. Even, in my denial though, I could feel my sense of insecurity. Deep down, I knew his Black...Cock was bigger than my little pink penis. And if His Black Cock was bigger than mine and he’s somewhat feminine, what must a really Muscular Dark Black Man have for a Cock. I know that doesn’t make much sense, but it’s what I thought at the time. I tried pushing the thoughts from my mind but they would just come back immediately. I could not. I was wallowing in the sheer sexual bliss that I was in as I sighed again. I pushed my boobs harder into the black hands that were enjoying them.I had no idea that my husband had come over to see why I was sighing, the first time that I knew that he was close was when he said to Phillip, "Her tits are soft aren't they?"I froze and gasped as I opened my eyes, Kevin was sitting at the table and watching Phillip feel my boobs up.I knew this had to stop but, I didn't want it to. It appeared that my. I tried to roll over to face my new friend, to repay some of these sensations, to kiss those full sweet lips but she held me firmly her leg now over my hips “Be still. Just enjoy.” She whispered as she ran the tip of her tongue around my ear. Her hand was now firmly massaging my breasts, first one then the other, smooth firm strokes from base to nipple, each culminating in a firm almost painful tweaking that made me gasp with pleasure. Her hand dropped and started to caress my stomach,. ’ That was all the encouragement I needed. And just then I heard the doorbell ring, causing him to smile and he kissed me once, getting changed extremely fast into some jeans and a t-shirt –which let me get a small look at his muscular body– and rushed off. From my spot on the bed I could hear the door open and him greet his friends. I had seen him slide the remote into his pocket and right now he was just letting me grasp the idea of his terms, and to even work me up for what was going to.