I walked silently to have a closer look and then I saw them: he was fucking my sweet wife against the garage door, completely out in public, for anyon... to see.Her skirt was up around her hips, her panty-less pussy available for immediate viewing as the huge black fireman thrust into her very hard, fast and repeatedly. Her straps had fallen down, exposing her tits, so all she was basically wearing was a red band of cloth around her tummy, every other part of her exposed to the night air.I did. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this full. The last few inches started to hurt and instead of taking the whole thing I began to bounce up and down slowly. The feeling was indescribable and I was lost in my lust and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge cock. I felt his arms on my shoulders applying pressure and pushing me deeper on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so full and going deeper on each bounce. I was lost in the. So much pain, so much heartache.Wiping away a tear, I head to the bedroom where my days ensemble is already picked out and waiting. A beautiful black lace trimmed purple satin set, comprising a bustier, a deep suspender-belt and high-hip lace panties. My stunning slip lays next to my seamed stockings, also lace-topped with pretty black and purple detailing. Truly, is there isn’t anything worse than undies that don’t co-ordinate? Over the top a simple black dress, button up front with small. "Banzai pointed to my back and complained, "Damn Jack, how many of those pain pills did you take? You have a fucking piece of metal from the door sticking out of your ass."Jack began to squirm around and I ordered, "Jack, stay on your belly and lie still. You don't want to pull that out."Gunfire masked Jack's reply as the fucking towelheads had moved to the now missing roof access door. I was pissed and decided to end this firefight in the biggest hurry I could manage. I pulled two grenades off.