So the next best thing for me, was too pedal my frustrations off. Twenty eight miles of hard peddling against the ocean breeze is a workout. Less than...10 miles home, stopped up on the curve at a red light for a break for my stroll home. Fired up a bowl, chug some water, when this tasty looking middle age black woman comes walking up to the intersection.I pour some water over my head and down my chest as if I didn't see her. Let the water run off my face as I look up and she is standing there. She was right, the couple were cute, and the woman onscreen definitely knew her way around a cock. I felt myself getting turned on, but I was also terribly nervous. Was this really happening? Alicia would glance over at me from time to time as if to check my reaction. “Just relax,” she said. “It’s no big deal, we’re just watching porn. It’s something normal people do, remember?” I leaned back into the couch and threw my fate to the winds, and started watching the movie. It was very, very good,. "And just what can I do for my collar-slut this morning?" he whispered as he nibbled on her ear."Oh, how about a dozen or two screaming orgasms?" she panted."A dozen or two?" he arched his eyebrows. "I'm not sure you would live through that." What a way to go!" she shivered as he continued nibbling down her neck and onto the shoulder."As you wish then," he said as he kicked off the covers leaving them both naked to the air. "But first my collar-slut is going to prepare her master." Grabbing her. But other than that, totally faithful. Um, unless I've forgotten something.Anyway, June is a flirt. At neighborhood parties she's always hanging around with the men; the womens' talk about kids and recipes just bores her. And she loves to dance. I mean LOVES to dance. If my wife had it to do over again, she'd probably make dance a career. That's the one weird thing about our relationship. I don't dance at all. Well, hardly. Maybe a waltz now and then.So I've gotten used to seeing her dancing.