That was not the idea anyway. The idea was to relieve our hunger for a good fuck. And when I realized I was about to finish, I stopped sucking her boo...s and looked her straight in her eyes. She was having her eyes closed and was enjoying the moment. And when she realized her nipples felt cold with the morning breeze hitting my saliva on them, she realized I was done sucking them.She opened her eyes and looked deep into my eyes and realized I was about to finish. She sat back down to the seat. "I don't want to risk giving it to you." I'll risk it," she said dramatically."I won't," I replied.She left and went back to our room. She seemed to be really upset. But her level of distress couldn't come anywhere close to mine. I just couldn't figure her out. I gave her anything and everything that she asked for. All the way up until I found out she wanted me dead, we had what I thought was a great sex life. I was attentive to her, Shit I was too good to her. What more could she have. Gavin’s picking her for VIP tour duty. The assignment made her feel like decoration, meant to appeal to the mostly male visitors eyes and egos. While Melissa certainly didn't consider herself beautiful, she knew that compared to the other grad students, she was at least adequately presentable, when she dressed up. Something about Archeology seemed to attract either geeky, crunchy-grainy backpackers or overweight misanthropes. Neither group made good candidates for cleaning up well enough to. This left my wife lying on her back on top of the other black guy with his cock still up her ass. He was giving her slow strokes as she was still coming down from her orgasms. Her legs were down now splayed open on the outside of his. He reached under her arms and grabbed each breast and began caressing them and pinching her nipples. As her breathing slowed and became more regular she began responding to him. She raised her arms up over her head and reached behind his head and began caressing.