And on the few occasions that she'd tried, it was half-hearted and I didn't enjoy it and neither did she.But things had changed since then. A lot. She...was now servicing really potent men with very large penises and very heavy loads of semen. And not just any men, but black men - who need release, and more frequent release, and in more ways, than men of other races.My wife interrupted my thoughts. 'You know that I like what I'm doing, and I know that you like it too.' She wasn't wrong about. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi hard cock , grabbed a handful of her thick luscious dirty blonde hair and guided her head to my cock , she squatted down her hand reaching for my growing penis as her mouth opened and her tongue flicked at the head. Her eyes looking up as she tries to take my thick shaft down her throat. Her head moving backwards and forwards gagging as her mouth takes all of my eight inches. God she is good at this . Being aware of where we are i pull out and tell her. " I'll help you look, I suppose," he promised."Good for you," I said."God, it's good to see you again," Wilson said, "So when do we get started." Hell Wilson, you got to learn to relax, then you have to teach me how," I said with a laugh."Okay, tonight we relax," he said. "You have to know where to go?" As a matter of fact I do. We are going out tonight," I said"Do I have to dress?" he asked."Well you can't go naked, otherwise you can wear most anything," I said.We went to the Railroad Bed and. I started wishing he would barge in on me one day and have his way with me. The more and more I dressed over the summer, the more and more I'd want him. I finally started to wonder if my friends were right. Whenever I was with him, he always wanted to be close to me and was kinda touchy with me. After a few months, I was told my parents were going to be gone for a weekend. That's when I decided: have Mark over, dress up, and show him the night of his life.When the weekend finally arrived, I was.