The black guy pulled out slapping his wet cock against her pussy lips.He announced that her pussy was torn up, but he was not done yet.Then he asked A...a if she wanted to be ass-fucked. I heard my wife screaming a loud “yes”, as she got up and got down on all fours…Jamal found a jelly tube in the dresser and he lubed his own cock, as he crawled behind her spread open thighs… He grabbed Ana by her hips and easily shoved his thick hard cock deep inside her asshole.She screamed as he began sliding. I pressed back against him, wanting his hands and lips on me. This time, I put my own hands down to his crotch and felt his hard cock as well. I looked up at him for the first time. He was a nice-looking man, though a lot older than me, wearing a business suit, complete with trenchcoat and hat. "Let's get you out of these boy clothes," he said. He set about undressing me, taking everything off until I was naked in front of him except for the panties. I let him do whatever he wanted, my body on. “What’s that?” Penny asked.“Lubricant. I’m not sure how slippery you’ll be!” I grinned.“Just get it in me!” she giggled.I wasn’t going to make her wait. I got between her legs, positioned myself and with the help of the lube, buried myself deep into her in one strong thrust.“Oh!” she moaned.She wrapped her legs around me and I began slowly thrusting in and out. It felt somewhat different, and I attributed that to the mix of blood, the lubricant, and her natural lubrication. I leaned down to. It was just lust for an exquisite woman.Into this mix there came the sex with Susan, and over the next few days I wondered why that particular liaison impinged so little on my sense of guilt.As I thought over that event it occurred to me that on one level, having sex with Susan was disappointing and meaningless. It seemed to me to be a merely physical act. It was two people who liked each other enjoying some pleasurable sensations to round off a pleasant evening.We took off our clothes,.