How could….?’ She wondered aloud as she stared incredulously at pictures of herself riding Stan’s enormous black cock, and doing so many other u...lady-like things’. It was quite obvious to her that she was finished. Should any of these photos become public, she would lose everything she ever valued. Just as she was about to look questioningly into Stan’s face, Fix as though on cue, clicked the play back button on the cam-corder. ‘Stanford, get back in here this minute you bitch!’ The sound of. “Time to turn over Ma’am, do you desire the towel?”To my surprise, I heard Andrea in a nervous voice. “NO Idon’t need it” as she turned over and laid on her back. Zimba hung the towel under the table and dipped his handsin the oil again. It was at this time, that I realizedthat my cock was as hard as steel. Here was my darlingwife, laying on her back stark naked in front of a blackstud with a loincloth on. The loincloth now seemed toslightly stand away from. He was 42. Had been actively bi since his late teens. He was more of a top which suited me fine. And he had never had any experience being watched. The flea market has a large wooded area that surrounds it and everyone tries to park in the shade during the warm summer months. I was no different. Reaching the car I unlocked it and popped the hatch back. We sat and talked more then I reached over and rubbed his cock. He jumped and thinking we might get caught stopped my hand from stroking him. I know that skating comes first and will for a long time to come. That means I’m in second place, at best.”“Do you love me?”“That’s even more complicated. I do, but I also know I’m in second place to your first love, skating.”I could have been mean and told her that her first love was herself, but I don’t think she was ready to hear that, at least not yet. A few more tears ran down her cheeks.“Katt, «älskling»,” I said gently, “you have to work this out. I like being with you, and I’m not just.