’ She insisted. I leant back resting my hands behind me on the table. Michelle tipped the bottle side on and dribbled a small amount of the oil over...the thick purple head of my cock. With a delicate touch of her finger tip, she dabbed a little and lifted it for me to try. It was indeed a very strawberry flavour, sweet at first with an oily, but not unpleasant, aftertaste. “Quite palatable. I wouldn’t mind to rubbing it all over your tits.” I offered. “We’ll see.” She replied her attention fully. He made me cum as quickly as I had made him. We both had sucked cock and tasted cum. After that, there was barely a time together when we didn’t give eachother wonderful, explosive blowjobs. I grew to love his cum, on me and in me. The way it felt on my face and chest, so silky, so sticky. I loved it. It was one one of those times, in his bedroom, that things changed in an instant. Me, laying back on his bed, him between my legs sucking my cock. All I heard was, “Hey Tom” as his bedroom door. Our sex lifehad never been better, we had gone from hopefullyhaving sex once every couple of months, to five or sixtimes a week.I new what had finally awakened the woman inside mywife, and I not only accepted it, I was completelyturned on by it. I wanted my wife to be well fucked bya black stud as much as she did. We discussed it, wefantasized about it, we played it, we did everything wecould other then taking the final leap and allowing herto do it.That is until about two months ago, our kids. Every eye was looking at the curtain. Then it opened and a woman Terri had not seen before glided across the stage and moved to the beat of the music. She was beautiful. A blonde. And, thought Terri, she appeared to also be an American.Juan confirmed her suspicion. "She is from your country. Her name is Carol and she's been with me about two years now. She's a friend of Pat's, her husband's in the Navy." Like the other dancers, it didn't take long for Carol to shed her dress.She was truly.