She opened her mouth and closed her eyes while Steve seductively fed it to her, coated in the taste of his wife’s pussy. His cock was standing rigid... He did not care about fighting it any longer, he couldn’t even if he needed to. Reaching down between her own thighs, Rebecca pressed down on her swollen clit, through her panties, attempting to control her state of arousal. She welcomed the strawberry in her mouth, taking time to suck off her best friends juices before biting into the delicate. "What was on your hand?" What do you mean?" He was all innocence. It was a gamble but he figured the question indicated was hooked and he was reeling in slowly rather than risking breaking the line with too crude or smart a comment."I could smell something on your hand."Ginger tried to look puzzled. "What did it smell like?"Now she blushed again. How to describe it she thought. She knew what she thought it smelled like but wasn't going to say "my pussy". She had her suspicions and wanted to try. I also admitted that I wanted to see her fuck those big, black men, but I wasn’t sure that she would do it.She just looked at me, smiled, and said, “Well, Ed, you’ve started something now. I’ll never be satisfied with your little dick anymore; not as long as I have Ben and Wendell to fuck me.”We had a great cookout by the pool, and those men fucked Averee three more times each before we called it a night about 2:00 am. I could hardly believe the stamina of those men. Their last loads of cum,. Only a B cup but I still like them. My phone had an incoming message.Daniel. I'd love it.I sent the picture of my bra, regretting it almost immediately. If this weekend was going to be truly daring, then I had to do something that I hadn't done before. I had just sent my son a picture of my bra covered breasts so I had to do more than that in a few days.The weekend came and I had no idea what to do, I was so nervous I couldn't cook. It started with my being afraid of what I would do. Then.