It's interesting and can be fun. Do you work on stuff?"I climbed in the passenger side and buckled in. "I've done some work on my bike but not a lot. ... mainly let the shop take care of most things."Gretchen started the SUV and opened the garage. "You're a biker babe? A macho biker babe, I bet." The grounds were much more covered in plants than I had noticed when we pulled in last night. She must have a nice contract with... I looked at her suspiciously. "You do have a yard service, right?"Her. What a member! It was at least nine inches, tapered at the top but widening to a swollen solid shaft. Looking back to appreciate it fully, I also took in his large dangling balls, full of sperm I wanted inside me.I could have worshipped and loved his cock for hours, but he said: “We’re here to fuck, honky”. A little abrupt, I thought, but he was right after all. Quickly I stripped, joining his on the bed, briefly licking and sucking his black majesty.Finally it was time to try to take him. "Now you can feel it better, or even suck and kiss it, if you like. Go ahead. I want you to."He leaned forward and kissed the mound of flesh that had been revealed to him, then took her nipple in his mouth and gently sucked it. She reached behind her, and pulled the zipper down all the way, and her dress went to the floor. His eyes got wider at the sight of her in only her panties. He had seen her naked a few times, but not this close,and not without someone else close by. She saw that he was. As much as she still loved me I noticed my wife became less and less interested in having intercourse with me. What titillated her about our marriage now wasn't the act of coitus with me, it was the act of cuckolding me. She not only wanted exclusive sex with her lover, she also wanted and perhaps even needed me to be there when it happened. It was important to her for me to be an observer to her interracial mating. I could see it clearly in the way she searched for me in the room while she was.