He splashed me a few more times then rubbed his smooth but strong hand against my excited little pussy. “All better now?” he asked caringly as he ...tood up. “Yep,” I answered. I could see him getting stiff through the green nylon swimming trunks, and being eye-level with his manhood, I took the liberty of pulling them down. He smiled nervously and turned to look down the end of the trail to see if anyone was coming down it. “Don’t worry, people don’t come here often at this time of day,” I. He was still finger fucking her pussy and working her clit with his long black fingers.My naughty wife suddenly tensed up, grabbed his hand and screamed out in orgasm, spraying his hand with her warm cum.Barry looked at me and smiled saying: “She is one hot white bitch”.Anita freed his cock and started squeezing and stroking it hard.She begged him almost crying in tears:“Fuck me again, Barry, fuck my asshole with your big black cock…”My wife bent over the car and looked at me sitting inside.She. From the bulge in Stan's pants hetoo was getting in the mood.The women put a strapless bra on Bob and stuffed it with inserts. Theypulled a white, high-rise panty girdle up and followed that with a pairof nylons and then black patent pumps with pointed toes and heels aboutfour inches high. A wig was pulled on his head. It was black andalmost waist length. Make up quickly followed including lipstick. Theresult was more comical that feminine. As a final stroke, each man wasgiven a little. It occurred to me that I had the perfection weapon. Whenever I slap him, it is out of frustration and because I don't know what else to do. It is because he has me cornered, mentally. I need to let out steam, and I want him to feel the pain that I feel. But I don't really want to hurt him physically. "So what did you do?" "I planned it. I bought some handcuffs. Put them in a hidden but accessible place. The next time we had an argument and I felt my temper rising, instead of slapping him, I.