Seeing is believing.Jolting my thoughts back to the present moment, I noted that Irene was finishing her sermon by the beach. Yes, the two kids were v...ry bored by now - and unless I missed my guess, so were the other kids in the audience behind me. The 'I do' part would perk up their attitudes, I thought. Sure enough, it did.Finally, Irene Bailey instructed Barry, "You may now kiss your bride." He obeyed his instructions with as much grace as possible - I've found it very difficult to kiss. I was talking dirty and calling her names. At first she was startled by my language but soon got into it. Then we were fucking like mad. We climaxed together in just a few minutes to a huge orgasm. After resting a few minutes my erection had not subsided. I was still hard as iron. I moved off of her and grabbed a pillow. I rolled her over and shoved the pillow under her. This way she was very accessible from behind. In the past she never really liked this position. I slipped two fingers in and. You should try it; your sex life will never be the same. Speaking of which, ol’ buddy, I need to get home. She’ll be waiting for me.”On the drive home my mind wandered. How would I feel about someone, no, not someone, a black man, fucking my wife Candy?Later that evening Candy and I were in bed; a “for couples” XXX video playing on the DVD. I had forgotten about my conversation with Larry until a scene in the movie appeared where a blonde woman waved goodbye to her husband on his way to work. ” She pressed the flush handle.We snuggled in our bed. Helen ran her fingers through my chest hair. “I meant what I said in the bathroom,” she said. “You introducing me to enemas and anal play has strengthened the trust I have in you ... in us and in our love. Before last week I considered that part of my body taboo ... filthy. I didn’t want to touch it and if someone else wanted to touch it, it was perverse for them and disgusting to me. No longer. If I can trust you with my rectum ... what.