I began to fantasize about what it would feel like in my pussy or even in my asshole…I was getting myself horny and the bastard smelled great too…... knew he was a black man, a very huge one…Then, my skirt was pulled up slowly until it barely covered my cheeks. I soon felt his hard cock he had taken it out of his pants, now was pressing between the crack of my ass. I could feel every vein and the shape of his cockhead like a big mushroom. I wondered if that bastard was going to fuck me right here. My other, older friends never bothered to do that.But life seemed pointless at that point so after the initial storm calmed down, I've decided to dress some baggy clothes, put a cap and go for the evening service at the church, talk to the priest I've known since I was a c***d. When I arrived there, I went directly for the confession booth and waited for the service to end. The priest came into the booth and I've started to talk to him about what happened. As soon as he realized who I was, he. He even told my wife that he had a friend that was also interested in hooking up with a hot white married babe like Anita. Worst of all, I realized that if my wife had wanted to go out and fuck a black guy, there was absolutely nothing stopping her... I could see Ana was turned on by the affair her friend was having. Finally I just came right out and asked her if she wanted to fuck a black guy too. She blushed and then she tried to explain me that we both had good sex together and I always. I few more drinks were had then i suggested we get a taxi home. good idea Jane said cos she was dripping and wanted his cock inside her. home we arrived and again Jane said you entertain whilst i change, i told Karl that Jane had bought some new crotchless pants and bra set and she looked amazing in them, Karl said to me had i bought some underwear for him?? i said no mate why, Karl replied that he wanted to see me in some black laced knickers, i said Jane had some, he said go put them on and.