Marsha and I have a very stable marriage now. Six months ago, I never thought this possible. She has three steady lovers - all black studs - and the... are a fixture in our marriage.Marsha has repeatedly let me know that she won't tolerate me being unfaithful to her. I have accepted that and have accepted that the marriage is only open in regard to her and her dating and sexing other men.I have pretty much accepted my husbandly role. I get a bit jealous occasionally, especially when I watch. ‘Well, well then, so I see that is the case young man,’ (she was my age) ‘but you must know there are a few rules. No kissing me on the lips, no touching my pussy with your hands, and anal sex costs more. If you break the rules, it’s over and you don’t get your money back. Hassle me and some very big guys will come in here and beat the shit out of you.’ Damn her little bullying-seductive speech had sorta taken the romance out of the occasion. I could see how most of the guys that I’d talked to. Yvonne felt her husband easing her nightie, which was concealing very little anyway, off her shoulders. It fell to the ground. She was naked.Yvonne lowered her gaze in shameful embarrassment as her husband led her right up to the men.Her gaze, while unable to look into the men's faces, was now directed towards their magnificent hard cocks. She lusted for them. She wanted them. She couldn't wait to be fucked and to suck those gorgeous, gorgeous cocks.Her mind was in a whirl. She heard her. " "Okay, okay, I'll leave you alone until we're home." The food was great and Derek was impressed with the club. I excused myself and headed for the ladies room. After I peed I went back up to the hostess station and introduced myself to Pam. "You probably don't remember me but I was here with Curtis, for lunch, a couple of days ago." "I remember you," she said. "You had on that sexy yellow dress, that is one dress I would like to have for myself. Where did you purchase it?" I looked her up and.