” “No,” she said. “You’re not gonna put your dick in my pussy after it was in my ass.” She sighed. “Just keep going, but be easy.”“A...e you sure.” “Yes I’m sure.” I did as she said and started to easily go back in forth in her ass. It felt weird at first, but as it loosened up a little it started to feel great. It was so tight, it gripped my cock, and every time I went into her, she would squeeze her muscles and grip it even tighter. I could hear her tone start to change, from discomfort to. She told me she wanted to watch me fuck her best friend. This happened years ago, long before we were married. We were still in high school and she had a friend who was on the a bit on the wild side. We had been drinking and just hanging out playing card games. At one point, my now wife (let's call my now wife Carrie and her friend Jessica) went off to the bathroom and Jessica and I kept on talking. I started to feel her foot on my leg, she started running her foot closer to my inner thighs.. Then I worked the lather into the dark black, woolly triangular patch of pubic hair just above his penis, and followed the almost invisible “happy trail” up his firm belly to his navel. I dabbed his pubic area with light, brushed staccato touches that drew his kinky black Negroid pubic hair into a wild, soapy jumble of peaks. Below his penis, with the most delicate and gentle loving touch, I lathered his firm, soft, deeply wrinkled scrotum and all the wiry little kinks of shiny black Negroid. I raised my head. ‘Let your legs down, love. I’m an old-fashioned guy.’ She relaxed, and I slipped back up beside her. ‘There’s no need to try to make more of yourself. You’re totally gorgeous already, stunning, different… what can I say? I’m so glad I chose that restaurant tonight.’ I bent over and kissed her gently, and she wrapped her arms so tightly round my neck that I felt faint. Tears were trickling down her cheeks. I kissed her wet eyelids and slipped my hand over her crotch, stroking.