Helen felt quite proud of herself; considering her young age and (comparative) lack of experience, she seemed to have no trouble exciting her sexual p...rtners. “I must have a vocation,” she laughed to herself. Helen sat back on the sofa, wondering what was coming next; she didn’t have to wait for long. “You’ve done very well,” said Sandra, “now it’s your turn.” The three men stood up and, without a word, came over to her. One of them took her by both hands and lifted her off the couch. They all. But my sensual wife could not say a word; she was in shock.Tom told me to stay there with his black friends. They would not be long.Then he gently took Anita’s hand and started to pull her away.My wife tried to resist, but then she walked with Tom hand in hand, up the hill to his house. I watched as her firm ass swayed walking in the sand.Tom released her hand and he placed his own hand on her ass. His black friends just smiled. It was evident to me that they had seen many white wives lead up. I will say Niamh didn't help matters one little bit. She hung around us with a smug little smile on her face and I just knew she was daring Leanne to ask her about her morning. I was seriously considering threatening her with a bare bottom spanking if she got any worse.That evening was when all hell broke loose. It started when Eimile went out to the stable to visit her horse ... Let me start again and I'll try to lay it out just as it was given to me later on.It was after diner and most if not. Her robe fell away slightly on one shoulder. She moved one arm, letting that side fall away, leaving the arm and shoulder exposed, sweet patterns of freckles lined in patterns, firmer in development than before. Another movement loosened the robe away completely of the other side. Revealed were a smallish set of breasts, on each is smallish freckles, and rich tanned. Her breasts felt alive, larger, firmer, and more sensitive than ever before. He pulled her closer to himself, bodily lifting her.