When that ended due to her health he sought other means of taking care of his needs. Like a lot of straight men his curiosity brought him to some web ...ites and to a local cruising spot. I met him there one afternoon after a two week e-mail exchange. That meeting more than three years ago has grown in to a friendship and an understanding that we take care of each other’s needs in private, have become good friends in public and share some hobbies and interests and I take care of his sexual needs. He was there. To let him know I didn't mind I told my wife to lay there and let me take a look at her and walked towards the window. She had her eyes closed and a smile on her face. " You are so gorgeous and sexy" I said, opening the curtains a little more. I told my wife to open her legs wide for me, then walked over and slid two fingers all the way into her. I knew he had to be watching again so I moved to the side a little, giving him a better view of my fingers moving in and out. I was sure. Black guys or guys in general don't turn me on, women do. I get the need for the taste of cock now and then and I will do anything to please the guy I'm with. Well, anything orally that is. But your being black is one of my fantasies. You have no idea of the power of black cock do you?" Why do I turn you on?" Well, it's not size. You told me you were seven inches, which I think is a perfect mouthful and more. It's more the fact that I am crossing one more line, one more barrier in life that is. She imagined it was his hand as she applied a bit of pressure onto her crotch, the heel of her hand pushing into her hot mound through her tight jeans. Without even thinking she found herself undoing the button on her Jeans, and slowly pulling the zip down, and then slipping a hand into the waistband of her jeans. As the film droned on in the background she continued to massage herself. Her fingers reached down along her panties, the heel of her hand pressing firmly onto her mound, gently.