.. a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my a...s as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they did feel my ass and boobs up.Herbert. One night we'd been drinking at home and I confessed my fantasy to her. She thought about it for all of two seconds before smiling and turning on the computer. I was so happy that I failed to notice just how hard I'd gotten just telling her what I wanted to do. She asked should I put on something sexier to which I could only reply yes they deserve a treat. She put on a little French maids outfit I had recently bought her. It showed off her tight little ass and pushed her tits up making them. Each woman came twice before the men filled their pussies with cum, and finally everybody collapsed onto their backs. “Well,” Scott said, catching his breath, “that was different.”“Good-different?” Cathy asked from the next bed.“Oh, definitely.”“It was a win-win,” Carl said. “Watching you guys inspired us, and I'm sure vice versa. And all we did was watch. It's not as if we did anything really wrong.”“You mean you wouldn't touch me if you could?” Susie teased.“Um...” Carl was flustered. “If it. He touched it, warm and smooth, slightly tanned. He smiled and took another picture, labeling it with his findings before putting it away. She cringed away from his hand, her mind shying from the thought of what he was doing. If he was going to rape her, she wished he would just do it so it would be done. And if he wasn’t, she wished he would go into his wife and leave her the hell alone. She swore at him again, making sure he knew what she thought of him. He wasn’t as kind this time, and the.