."They'd talked about that. Did it matter? She decided it did. It meant that every man who smiled at her tomorrow, every eye that followed her, might ...e remembering the way her nipples tasted, how her mouth felt on his cock. In the long run, isn't not knowing more ... interesting?She shuddered a little. "Are any of them black?"He smiled. "With the blindfold, as many as you like." Oh, yes, he knew her well. She accepted a fresh scarf, and with it the continuation of fantasy.The seven were. Rose grinned and cocked an eyebrow in question and said, “What do you have in mind?”Slyly he instructed, “Lift you skirt up to your waist and spread your legs a little so I can see your pretty pussy; and keep stroking me until we get back to the house.”She followed his instructions keeping him erect as they continued their drive back to Roger’s house. As he drove, Roger continued to massage Rose’s clit, whenever he didn’t need his hand to shift gears.They pulled into Roger’s dirt driveway and. It was a black guy, like Ana had said; but he was a huge and handsome black man. I confronted him directly, telling that I knew he was fucking my sexy wife from time to time.He admitted my wife was so fucking hot and he could not help fuck her. I asked him if he was fucking her in the ass; but he had tried; but his dick was too thick for Anita’s asshole; so she herself had asked him just oral and vaginal sex…His named was Vance and I accepted he could fuck my slutty babe; but under one only. She felt the eyes of a dozen men upon her and she dared not look. Being watched was thrilling but she was not ready to fuck a room of strangers despite her voracious libido. In recent years as she'd approached middle age her sexual needs had increased substantially. In her twenties and even her thirties she had rarely masturbated but since she'd turned forty she'd done so daily to augment the regular sex with her husband. The couch shifted under Trish and her pretty brown eyes met the hungry.