Just as I was walking away I heard a man say “Hello cutie “I knew that I recognized the voice right away. But, I didn’t know who it was. Then, I...realized exactly who it was.”How much for a good time?” He asked.”Depends on what you are looking for?” I said back to him.”I’m looking for the works.” He replied.”Hey, are you Rita?” He asked.His name is Paul and he was my ex-husband’s best friend. He was even my husband’s best man at our wedding.”Yes, it’s me.” I said.”Get in my car.” He said as he. They started kissing and I felt pangs of jealousy go through my body as my cock strained against the cage. While they kissed, he started taking off his clothes.As he walked to the bed I could see his massive cock swinging back and forth. He sat down on the edge and as my wife walked towards him she looked at me nervously but with mad passion in her eyes! Her lips parted as she started to drop to her knees but he stopped her and brought her body to him, kissing her as his black hands roamed her. And to her credit, nikita had a seductively formal way of dressing as well. She wore a sari and a blouse like all most indian alright, but there was a slight difference to what she did with what she wore! She would wear her sari dangerously low, several inches below her navel, and that only meant a hint of the crack of her ass was clearly visible as she turned or bent down to do something. Her blouse, though containing her enormous breasts, would be so loose that those things would jiggle. She sighed but did not reply. “Or do you want to get fucked really hard ….”, I said, as I pushed my cock in deep with one big thrust. “Oooo fuck yesssss…”, she said, “like that…”, she continued. I removed my cock, letting it rest at the entrance of her pussy then I thrust it in hard a second time. “Yesss…”, was all she uttered. As I removed my cock again, my hand came up. I let my hand fall firmly onto her arse, just before I pushed my cock in again. “Oooo…yesss…spank me hard”, she said..