.... drip.... The sting is for only a moment before the candlewax cools against my right breast; it's enough to make me wince, but not enough to stop..... Drip.... drip..... drip.... The left breast is nearly covered in cooling candlewax. I decide to cover my sensitive little nipples. "Oh shit," I gasp, as I assault my nipples with the pain and pleasure of melting wax before moving to drip down my stomach. By the time I'm done, my upper body looks like a splatter artwork of red wax. I drop. Slowly I began working my mouth down, down as far as I could go. I worked on him like this, shaft firmly in one hand, teasing his balls with the other hand, sucking harder and harder, taking his cock deeper and deeper till it hit the back of my throat.I developed a rhythm, my head bobbing up and down. With a fingertip I reached behind his balls and stroked that special little spot between anus and balls. He lightly touched my hair, pulled it out of the way. I thought I could have gone on. Then I offered him if he wanted to rest a bit before going back to work. Saying this, I just sat down at the edge of the marital bed.I looked at Mike as he walked over and sat beside me; his leg almost pressed against mine. I smiled and turned to face him, leaning in more closely and placing my right hand on his leg. Seconds later, that same hand was lightly squeezing his cock, which had become almost fully erect by that time.I was unable to wrap my hand around its girth while it was still. He is very sweet to me and takes good care of me. That’s why it is so strange that I was being turned on by this black man. I’ve always been faithful and never thought of cheating. And I’ve never been attracted to black men. In fact, where I grew up I hardly knew any. So when my husband started rubbing my neck I let out a gentle moan and I guess it turned him on a little because he kissed my neck. Well the next thing I know we are in the bed with him on top of me. My husband is average.