It felt like I had been sucker-punched every time I remembered the look he gave me when I confirmed I was planning on breaking up with him. ‘I am so...stupid!’ I reproached myself. ‘How could I have let myself fall for a guy I knew that I couldn’t live happily-ever-after with?’ The truth was I couldn’t have controlled it if I tried, and I knew it. Steven was perfect. In every way… except one. The tears continued to fall, and I finally cried myself to sleep. Not surprisingly, it was my turn to. Rick was a great fucker and she slammed her ass back against him, wanting to do all she could to make their fuck the best it could be.From just outside the door, Diane watched them. Anita wore a look of savage intensity, and Rick looked more handsome than ever as he fucked her. Cunt-juice ran into the crotch of her shorts as she watched, and Diane danced her legs together, trying to bring herself some sort of satisfaction.Oblivious to the fact that they were not alone, Anita and Rick went after. I talked my wife into having sex with a black friend about 15 years ago. We first met at a restaurant that was convenient to all of us and had a drink and sandwich. She was wearing a summer like dress and wearing no panties. When he arrived I met him and I sat on one side and that left him next to my wife. Small talk ensued and he was nervous as were we, but my wife took his hand and placed it on her leg so he could tell she was not wearing panties. He like froze, looked at both of us, so I. On arriving at the theatre I went to the bar and got a glass of white wine and also ordered and paid for another for the interval, I had time before the show to relax and drink my wine, I noticed a few of the guys eying me as a single woman and trying to get a peek into my blouse between the buttons where there was a small gap but I didn’t bother to adjust it as I was to a certain extent enjoying the thought of being the focus of what I suspect is a male sport of being mesmerised by the bit of.