I went to the kitchen for another beer and when I returned a few seconds later the black guy was behind Ana, grinding his groin into my wife's ass che...ks, as she just bent forward slightly encouraging him.His hands were still on her waist but they soon started moving up the sides of her body. As I watched expecting my wife to move away or slap his hands, my heart almost had a stoppage as the bastard cupped both her boobs through the dress.The black stranger pulled my wife up straight using his. A lot. Because soon I could feel every part of my cock coated in and being milked by her mouth and throat flesh as though she wanted nothing more in the universe than to pleasure me and make me cum. I tried like hell to hold back. I tried not to think of the curious feeling of my swollen glans as it slipped up and down inside her tight throat. I tried not to think of the warm saliva that coated my cock like a wet electric blanket set to "high". I tried not to look at the erotic sight of. I moaned as an orgasm ripped through me causing even more juices to squirt from my pussy and drip onto the leather seats of the car. By this time Will’s cock looked like it was going to burst through his jeans! We arrived at the supermarket and I pulled my dress back down, I wondered if anyone would notice the damp trail my juices had left down my inner thighs. We went inside, I was already getting a few admiring glances from guys as we crossed the car park. There were a group of teenage boys. That reversed the deflation for sure. I stared at her face as she stared at my shaft and when it erupted she squealed an odd little noise. I watched in amazement as she dipped her fingers in the pearly stuff on my belly and put them up to her mouth, smiled at me and then left. I stayed holed up until she called me for lunch. Nothing was said about the momentous happening.Two days later she just outright asked if she could see me do “that” again. When I looked puzzled she explained that she was.