I could see the goose bumpsacross her butt cheeks, as she waited for this black man to touch herbackside. Marcus took his large black index finger and...ran it up anddown my wife’s soft butt crack. Barb’s buttocks pushed back toward hisfinger searching for his touch. “Barb, pull your pretty white bunsapart and show Marcus your butt hole, baby. Show it to me!" My sweetwife reached behind her back, and slowly open her buns for this largeblack man. I could not believe it!! She would never let me. " She looked over her shoulder and batted her eyelashes at me. "Shall we retire to the bedroom?" Nope. I want you right here." I nibbled her ear and kissed her neck, then pushed her jeans and undies down her legs and helped her step out of them. My own jeans and boxers quickly followed. We were both more than ready. She leaned her arms on the counter and pushed her butt back, moving her leg apart just enough for me to have easy access to my target. I was already dripping lube as I eased into. "Because one day in the future," Bee chuckled, "You're going to be mywife!" You sound very confident that I'm not going to turn you down," Ilaughed.Bee chuckled and called. "That's because I know you want nothing morethan to be the next Mrs Rahman darling!"Hoping I was doing the right thing while I was joking with Bee I wasquickly slipping out of my jogging bottoms, slippers and sweatshirt.Pulling open the cupboard I removed my outfit and quickly slid theskirt up my nylon covered shaven legs. She quickly dropped me at home then went to Jon’s school. I am sure Thia looked like hell since she was in hurry. Fortunately Jon had called at the beginning of the 9th inning. I swore we had to come up with a better plan for whatever was going to happen between us.Since I was riddled with guilt, I slept poorly. The upside to that was that it was easy to get out of bed. Easier than most mornings anyway. I was dressed for my early summer morning walk by 6AM. Since no one was planning to walk.