As I was about to turn and look into the room, I was thrown back against the wall when I heard what came out of her mouth next.“Mike, oh Mike. Fuck!...�� she said in a low, but still audible, voice.My blood ran cold from the shock of what she was saying. Why was she fantasizing about her friend, Mike? Right as I was going to force myself to storm in and interrupt her, I heard what I knew was a male grunting. Peering around the corner, I saw my wife on our sectional laid back with her legs spread. I was screaming, moaning, and swearing up a storm with my watery eyes closed shut hoping that it would help numb away the pain. My pussy felt so tender and bruised due to being forced to take on hundreds of thrusts by a huge thick black cock for almost 20 minutes now. At one point during Joe's hardcore fucking of me, I noticed that his thrusts started to feel really good.The moans and sounds coming out of me were the feeling of ecstasy! I finally opened my eyes and looked out the passenger side. He met me in the theater room in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and I asked him where his porn was, he asked if we weren’t going to wait for the others and I replied that there was no one else coming until tomorrow, the other people had called and said that they got a late start.He looked at me strangely and went to get his porn. All straight stuff of course, but I wasn’t planning on watching long. When he came back, we put in one of the selections and started watching. At this point, I decided. "Can you keep a secret?" Simple question and Paul merely nodded. Gary leaned into him and put his arm around his benevolent benefactor. "I have a fantasy about my wife. I mean it is a lulu to, would you like to hear it boss?" Again Paul nodded, "A little background is in order. When we was kids and fucking in the back seat of my old Toyota crown Becky would moan and groan some, kind of loud you know. She spread her legs easy then. Still I could tell she never liked it much – I don't know how I.