On top of my towel sat a pair of panties. I reached out to them and held them up in front of me about head high. I studied the thin black material onl... for a second before I saw the message written upon the steamed mirror. "Put them on." The message was simply worded, but complex in content. "Put them on?" I contemplated. I thought about ignoring the message and getting dressed. Then I considered the two glasses of wine that my wife had with dinner and figured that she was feeling a bit. But Sheila insisted, saying she had not seen my dick; but she was sure that I was stroking it inside the balcony.She then asked me with a giggle, if I was imaging fucking her…I stood quiet, because I did not have any idea about what to say.Sheila laughed, saying she liked men younger than her old husband, Peter; since the poor guy could not fuck her as she deserved.I just looked at her with mouth open in amazement.She suddenly reached out and ran her fingers on my hard dick through the thin. I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked in the peephole and saw my boss standing there1 I was shocked.My husband was in the bedroom. I opened the door, my boss entered and said, “I want to see it live.” I didn’t know what to say. Along with him were a couple of his buddies. I was frozen. I told them that my husband cannot see because of the operation, but he can hear very well. They promised to be quiet and watch.Now I too was super-excited. There were four men in the room, including my. This time I knew he was really going to fuck me like a real slut.The huge black man told me to bend over and I panicked, asking him to fuck my cunt, not my ass.He laughed heavily and told me that he would enjoy my wet pussy first."You want this beauty black cock inside your married juicy pussy, little slut?" Yes! Yes! Please ram it into me hard!" I answered wildly.With that he started working his mammoth member into my eager cunt, with each stroke it went deeper and I buried my face into the.