Or, to be accurate – in the days that followed, that comment and thought took root.Until now this thing had mainly been Claire’s interest, and I�...d played along to aid her pleasure. But now that Claire had asked this question, I couldn’t stop myself wondering what it would be like to see my beautiful wife on her back … her legs spread wide … and some big black stud stuffing her full of his over-sized black cock while she squealed and moaned as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm.Unable to. Her nipples are dark and pointed and he longs to suck on them. Instead, he watches her pinch, roll and tug them between her thumb and index finger, much harder than he thought women liked it.Her other hand slides down her body and back underneath the belt of her black office slacks. She doesn’t unbutton or unzip them. With the fabric still so tight and tense, her hand shows up as a moving bulge, which is somehow even hotter than seeing exactly where her fingers are going and what they are. I blinked sticky eyes to see the view of the sea. A cloud covered the sun, hiding its warmth and its late afternoon glare. Birds circled fishing boats that had their sails up. Swift boats were returning to the beach, under a healthy breeze. Seagulls would chase after the boats all the way to shore, looking for discarded fish.Aberdeen and I both liked the hide-a-way; it gave privacy and a memorable location for our first attempt at getting her pregnant. A bed might have been better, but the. I flipped through only to see that she tracked her periods and other activities pertinent to everyday life. Then I came to a page titled Romance written in large letters and then a line struck though it. ROMANCE: What a joke, what kind of romance can I expect from Mike? That’s not fair, he was romantic, but after all these years of marriage, I guess the thrill is gone. I know he loves me but a peck on the cheek in the morning and a pat on the butt at night is not enough to show your love. Is.