Now I had to go from girl to girl, each of them squeezing and touching my butt. The consensus was, definitely nice and definitely better than the beef... guys on the posters on the walls. One of her friends commented that if they had Playgirl Magazines to look at instead of Playboy they could actually compare me to the models in the magazine. My wife, already slightly drunk, told them that I actually had a subscription to Playgirl magazine and that she often caught me reading the new arrivals. Later she got into flirting like “ennaku unna romba pidichiruku but age difference tha.”, with this i started a bit adult conversation. Soon ended up in phone sex. I start like kissing, smooching, milking her breast but before i could start about intercourse she stops it(may be too hot to handle). I decided to give her a nice fuck. But where was the big question. So i planned it at one of my office in main area of Chennai.(of course am a business man, but still worked outside to learn). I. She said that was a good answer andasked for the phone. I brought it to her and she dialed a number of one ofher lovers whom she had kept fucking after ourmarriage. She whispered to him and I heard her say thatshe would bring her husband along. She hung up and toldme it was a young black guy who mowed our yard and hewas a wild fuck.We arrived at his apartment and I met a very nicelooking young black man. By the way, Marci was about 36and I was 42 years old. He must have been in his early20s,. My eyes roll back. The waves of pleasure build. ‘Look at me!’ you say bringing me back to you, to your eyes, so caring, so beautiful in their color, a greenish blue that reminds me of mountain lake in Colorado. You slip your fingers down towards my opening, gathering my juices as you go. You stop before penetrating and lift my chin with your other hand. You kiss me and open my mouth with your tongue as you slide your finger inside of my pussy. I moan but you muffle it with your mouth, your.