”We did the formalities.Sam really was a striking guy. He was around 6 feettall, well built without a trace of fat and probablyonly about 27 or ...8. The most striking thing, apartfrom his glistening white teeth was his wonderfullyblue black skin. I assumed he was of Caribbean originthough his accent was pure British. Jake was more ofyour traditional Londoner. Again he was over 6 feet andwell built. A little heavier than Sam but he had a welltrimmed beard (more a stubble) and a shaven head. To which I would always reply "Do you. Get yourself some." Yeah ok. You'd be so mad if I did!" No I wouldn't. As long as you were honest with me about it."She'd always roll her eyes and tell me "you're gross, get lost!!"Until one night! We went to a wedding, it was an outdoor wedding. Very nice and very rustic. I was in it. So I couldn't be around my wife the entire time. Which is no biggie, she a social butterfly she talks to everyone. It was open bar, so the drinks were flowing. The only. Still erect, Roman lay on top of Janet and entered her slowly, filling her completely with a single deep thrust. The urgency of his lust snatched her breath away. Taking his thickness completely, she thrust back at him, knees pulled up, heels hooked on the backs of his thighs, and they slowly rocked together. His thusts became short and more urgent, more push than thrust, since he was buried so deeply inside of her already. Then he withdrew. He slathered some lube on his cock and some on. He pointed my cock upwards and started licking my balls and then up to the head of my cock and then engulfing it. He was good and knew what he was doing.He was quite vocal, telling me that he wanted my cock and was going to make me spunk like I had never done before - a tall order given my track record! I don't know what was going through my head but I really want to cum in his mouth and know that he had drunk my seed.A while later he stopped and whispered that it was my turn; so I stepped back.