The dressing was just what I did, evenings were always rather easy but the weekends much more intense.A typical weekend would start Friday evening whe... I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into the clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish, just the usual smart/classical styles, the nicer, smarter clothes were saved for Saturday and Sunday.The main difference was that by the time that my sister. The thought of having to take the bus everywhere did not appeal to me at all. The thought of sitting around for twenty minutes for a bus to come was not my idea of fun. All that changed one day when I had to catch a bus to get across town for a very important meeting. When I got to the bus stop, the bus that I needed to get on had already arrive, but there was no sigh of the bus driver. I waited a few minutes before I knocked on the door to see if anyone was on the bus. Well about a minute. . and... and there's some black guys coming home with me... and... and they want you to be... undressed when they get there." You reluctantly told your beautiful wife, and you felt so jealous when she agreed.On the way home hearing their trash talk about you and your wife, and what they were going to do with her, made you feel so inferior and humiliated.Then as you arrived home, your heart was pounding even harder, as you knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing that you could do. I wanted her to suck it but was hesitating to ask her. To my surprise she asked me to take 6-9 positing. She was above me with my face just below her pussy lips and she started sucking my cock.I was enjoying her sweet pussy and the juices that were oozing out of it. After some time she asked me what’s my favourite posture. I said its butterfly position. She said it was her favorite too though she liked doggy style much. I was sitting on the bed with my legs stretched straight.She was sitting.