Christine froze for a moment and took a short quick breath before nodding and whispering lowly, "Yes Sir, Mr. Dunn,” and she turned for the stairs. ...hristine slipped into the room and sat on her friend’s plush bed. She had slept there many times before, but now her head was spinning as she waited for Mr. Dunn to arrive. Thoughts and feelings flooded her mind and she reached the conclusion she had made a mistake and was ready to leave when the doorknob turned and in walked Mr. Dunn. Christine. ‘Ahhhhh… Mmmmm shit…’ I exclaimed, my eyes locked onto that pretty face as her tongue started to slide across the top of my cock, working around in small, circular motions around the slit and briefly brushing over it. Her hand went back to work on me, pumping up and down over the shaft while she licked over my tip, all the while staring up at me with a sensual gaze. Yeah, she was in fucking control here. She loved it and holy Hell so did I because that slow and steady tongue lashing was feeling. All of the sudden I realized that my wife was now officially going to fuck a black guy. She just laid there for a moment and regained her composure and then rose up and looked at me in shock. She looked lost for a second and then seemed to realize what had just happened."Oh my god, what have I done? I should not be doing this" she cried. "Honey I am so sorry, I did not........" No, No dear, it's OK, I set this up for you, for our anniversary." She looked at me in disbelief not sure what to. The smell of her arousal and the sounds of her rubbing filled the air. She would surely wake Timothy if she carried on, but she didn't care, the thought of him catching her just made her even more aroused. Out of nowhere, a feeling that could only be described as a wave, hit her. Her jaw dropped, her toes curled and her back arched, pulling her out of Timothy's embrace. Her mouth was wide open and she felt like she was screaming, but no noise escaped. She held this position for a few seconds.