That sound alright with you Bo?”“Any time sweetie, any time.”“Clint is also helping me when things cross into Downtown, so he might want to ge... involved also.”“Sounds good to me. In fact, I think it might even be a good idea for the three of us to go out together sometime. Let others see us together, like a team.” I told her about my date at Smokey’s, and she said it sounded like a great idea. Before I knew it, she had brought Clint in on a conference call, and we decided that since it seemed. You see I live in a block of flats with a secure entry and whenever I've got a package on the way I need to make sure I'm awake and ready to let the deliveryman in. It's a pain but it does allow for some rather risqué moments. Risqué moments which have through the lens of the imagination given rise to the most pleasant fantasies.Only two days ago I was waiting for delivery of my brand new glass dildo and a fresh bottle of Swiss Navy silicon lube. My last one had about three squeezes left before. To her this shouldn’t be a big deal. I stuck my hand between her legs. Oh god it was so wet. Without asking I started rubbing.She looked at me and demanded to know what I was doing. I smiled and said, “I thought it was quite obvious. Do you want me to stop?”She didn’t respond and I continued rubbing. Her eyes rolled back. She started moaning really loud. I took off her skirt. Removed her soaked panties. Started licking her wet pussy, I stopped for a second to take off my jeans, so I could rub. This man looked like a mountain of black muscles to me.I could see Lloyd's eyes scanning my half-naked body imagining what it was going to be like screwing me."This is my wife who is about to get her first taste of black cock." My husband introduced us."My pleasure." Lloyd said with a smile.What my loving husband did not know was that when he started bugging me to fuck a black guy I had stopped taking my birth control pills. Knowing my body I reckoned that right about now my garden should be.