He told my hubby to go get the others he'd get me ready.Whem I asked what "ready" meant he told me to think about it.Soon we were joined by the other ...hree black men and I wa s being held by my wrists as I heard my hubby say that I was all theirs for awhile. I was afraid now and wanted to run but it would be no use. I had told my hubby about a fantasy I had of doing a black man and I never imagined he would allow it to happen but to be a gang-bang of four! My nipples were hard and I was told to. I was loosing control as I felt his hand sliding inside my top and reaching up to my breast. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kiss my son and hug him tightly. “Please, Ed! Don’t do this,” I said. But he could sense in my voice that I was not serious. I wanted him too, my hands were on his body, sometimes pushing him away and sometimes pulling him closer to me. I totally lost it when he put his lips on mine. His hand was inside my top, now cupping my right boob through my bra. He was squeezing. By the time I got home my husband was home. It was pointless trying to clean up and I walked into the living room with spunk in my hair, both David’s and Sam’s and Ray’s spunk was running down the inside of my thighs.I moved to sit in the sofa as my husband looked at me, as I sat down I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs, my knickers had long gone.“Look at your filthy wife’s gash, I’ve fucked two black guys in a car park, both had their massive dongs up your dirty wife’s hole at the same. My small flaccid penis was completely contained in all of Peters hand as his fingers touched my anal hole with an electrifying shock of pleasure. It led me to make a small leap to hold my legs to the sides of Peter and my arms around his neck as if I could actually fly to and up on him. I wanted to feel Peters cock penetrating my ass once and I tried several times, helping out with my own hand, to let me engulf the hard cock of Peter, but the position was just not suitable so I just kissed the.