She wasn’t making any eye contact with the guys who were watching. She stopped and stood up, I noticed she now looked at the guys as they looked at ...er beautiful body. She smiled. Then lowered herself onto my cock. The guys crouched down to get a better view of my wife riding my cock. In the heat and situation I wasn’t going to last long and was soon flooding her pussy with my cum. Instead of rolling off me she leant back wards holding my cum in her pussy. The two guys moved closer and my wife. She added something like “what would your mother think if she knew what you had done” but still didn’t rush off. At that point, I figured we had reached the point of no return so I just walked up behind her and turned her around. I had a hold of her hand and placed it on my hard cock, but she said “this is a very bad idea and it is not going to happen”. I told her how I had always dreamed about her and how hot I thought she was. I told her I was no longer a k** and that I wanted her. . We've been out of touch since going our separate ways, in a way since she said she'd make a go of saving her nearly decade-long marriage to Charles. Charles had messed around on her after six-and-a-half years together. With some "hood rat," Anita's words. In Billy's mind, this was folly: Anita was an attractive woman still in her early 40's...plump bosoms, nicely round ass-cheeks atop her short, athletic legs. Jamaican descent looks with bright smiles that appeared often, unless Anita was. Sign the fucking statement and thank the Dean you’re not facing prostitution charges. If it wouldn’t look like prostitution, I’d say blow jobs all around were in order.” The Dean looked at me strangely. “What’s your last name, Mark?” I told him, and he wrote something on a notepad. Maybe he wasn’t thinking of Bozo. They signed, we left. Sylvia called me. There was a show in her dorm that night. Only dorm residents and one guest per girl, if approved by the senior resident, were invited. I was.