I don't know if it its your ultra-white, homeschooled background or if its just something in your DNA that makes you such a wanton little slut but its...confirmed for all to see that white cock is just NOT on the menu for you. At the first chance you got you jumped at the arrival of some lean Hispanic meat and you just WENT FOR IT! Marriage was a instant decision for you. You love your husband dearly and everything went well but something was just "missing" from the whole experience, you guys. All of a sudden, she came close to me and sat on the bench where I was sitting. She had “Hello”, replied her and then the conversation gradually started. I came to know that her name is Shalu and she is here, cause her BF is suppose to reach this place, but its already 2-3 hrs late as per the scheduled time. We talked on many matters then reached the topic of sex. I notice her to be very open in this subject, that too in a place like and also to a stranger. My inner thing had started to swell. I could not stop her as she unbuttoned my blouse and rolled up my tee shirt to reveal the swell of my breasts and she tugged at my erect nipples until I was moaning and pleading with her to use me. She tugged down my jodhpurs to my knees and grinned when she saw I wore no underwear. My thighs were glistening, shining in the sunlight flooding in to the hay loft. She teased me, rubbing herself against my nakedness. She felt good, her curves evident in her own tight jodhpurs and crisp white. Later on, replaying the events in my head, I decided to never again denigrate the phrase ‘sloppy seconds’. This ‘second’ was hot, juicy, slippery, but not ‘sloppy’ at all.I thanked them, saying, “This has been a marvelous evening. Karen, you took me places I’ve never been before. Izaak, you are a lucky man to have such a fine lady. You two are quite a pair.”I kissed her and left the room. I gently closed their door behind me.I found my clothes just where wife Karen had folded them. While.