I lie back on the bed dizzy with desire and he follows smoothly, so that we end up lying on the bed together, I on my back and he at my side still str...king my breasts and belly for a while. He rolls over, putting one knee between my legs, his hands either side of my body, leaning down to kiss me deeply. Passion blurs my senses and I can feel his mouth moving down over my neck, working lower to my breasts, his tongue gently teasing my nipples. I am too overwhelmed, too weak with passion to move. He's done it for me before -- since he's the one that originally helped me pick out my sweet Hummer. He's always lusted after it and would drive it whenever I let him. (My family's rich, his is poor.) So Mark pulled up in his battered old pickup and there I am sitting in my "broken car" waiting. As he starts to get out of his truck I motion for him to wait. Standing up on the seat of my car he gets this great view of my naked body. Yeah I planned it that way. We were way out in hell-and-be-gone. The white girl was riding the black girl’s cock. It was so fucking hot to watch. I got so excited and let out a very loud moan and came on my hand. I also blew my cover. “Wanita, somebody is over there. Who the hell is watching us?” “Calm down Bridget. Just keep riding me. Who cares who is watching. You’re so fucking hot. You’re driving me crazy. Your pussy is so fucking wet. Come for me!” “I think some fat guy is watching us. I see him masturbating over there. Who the fuck is over there?” . I also had no problem with her husband calling his k**s. Things were great for the first three years, we had our first daughter together, we were happy even though we occasionally argued and fought (the usual husband and wife fights).She started working in retail, she would tell me all the details about her job day to day. Then she started telling me about this guy she works with, and it sounded like she likes him. I ignored it, and thought to myself she couldn't be cheating on me or even.