We had both done a couple lines of crystal earlier and once again. When arriving at the club.2 dark skinned African guys had sent a girl to ask my wif... to come and hang out with them for the evening. They figured I was her gay friend but of course they approached her only after I was off in the restroom. ...When the girl found out I was her husband she tried to resend the offer but I assured her per my wife's pleas she was ok to sit and talk with them.Both guys were very tall. Both dark black. So when he turned the big one-four I decided to take matters into my hands. I waited till he was in bed and I heard him beating himself off. I thought, what a little perverted he is.I open his bedroom door and walked in. There he was looking at some slut's photo and pumping his cock. I have to say I was a bit surprise by the size of it. It must have been a good ten inches and it was thick."Budmizester," I said, "how can you walk around with that thing?"Poor boy he turned red and quickly covered. Yes, Ruthie already knew that. She wasn't sure how to proceed. Hartman broke the silence."So ... this is what you were doing right after you had that disappointment with Mrs. Peters?" I guess it wasn't right after ... maybe I started a couple of weeks later."Ruthie then told the story from beginning to end, starting with how everything started when she overheard a conversation not meant for her ears. Hartman pointed out that what the conversation did was give her the idea of using the bath. I found myself flirting with her very easily. Then it happened.She went too far. She squirted me with water. Got me wet. At first, I didn’t like that. But then I said, what the hell, and squirted her right back. Good move. Seeing her T-shirt cling to body — showing off her ample breasts — was a treat beyond measure. She looked at me in shock – at first. Then I noticed the look in her eyes change from shock to lust.‘Look at what you did’ she complained. ‘Look at what I did? Who stated it?’ She.