I had fully accepted the fact from before Mara and I were even married, that my cock would never truly satisfy her as a woman ought to be satisfied; a...d so, with my penchant for masturbation already well established in my mind, it hadn't been difficult to step aside and let Mara enjoy a big, and beautifully black, cock!As we were getting ready to go back to our hotel room to take a shower and get something to eat, my phone buzzed. It was from one of the young African men Mara had fucked the day. I waited for her to put her arms round me, and that didn’t happen for a few seconds, so I glanced round. Of course, she’d pulled the goggles down to protect her eyes. But once she’d settled herself, her arms wrapped around me, I set off.Once we’d extricated ourselves from the tangle of streets of the inner-city, I chose to take the Manchester Road out of town. That’s quite a good road, though only two lanes and a fifty miles per hour limit. I turned off over the Ladybower Bridge, then through. I jolted up in the bed, ‘Oh John, don’t do that!’ I said. I don’t know why I said it, but I did. ‘I’m not going to be embarrassed, Claire, promise. Lay back down.’ His words were demanding but sincere, and I laid back down and closed my eyes again. I soon felt his fingers begin to probe me as before and his tongue was soon after that sliding up and down over my clit. I moaned and he said, ‘If you are turned on then it’s easier to get inside. Your inner lubrication is better than lotion or gel.’. “So when we were in college,” I began. I remembered that time to be extremely difficult to resist Koeda. “We shared the same bed and had that dance class for the program we were in and that’s when I truly realized that I was completely, undeniably sexually attracted to you. If you knew how many times I had to change my underwear daily from soaking though them your jaw would drop,” he chuckled next to me, “and when you danced in class I had to suppress my moans of ecstasy as I came so close to.