I tried thinking of my friends, but it was too difficult for me to arrange. Finally, I met two black men who had come to our city for studies. I used ...o meet them often. Of that one man became close to me. One day I invited him to my house.I had asked my wife also about having sex with other man for which she initially scolded me but later neither said yes nor no. So I thought it is a yes. Even I wanted to see my wife being fucked my another man, I wanted that thriling experience.The day came. I stopped Mom when she got up and suggested a run around the property at the same time. Or, at least as much of a run that they allow us before becoming really demanding. We raced into the bedroom and put on our running shoes, put our hair into ponytails and returned to the patio door. The dogs started jumping and running around us as soon as we stepped out onto the patio. We didn’t stop, though, but continued out into the back, moved to the path and set off at a comfortable jog and slowly. “Brad,” she said/moaned, “It’s so good to see you.” She pulled her head back and then slowly, softly kissed me on the lips. It was a friendly, warm, brotherly kiss, and then it lengthened for a second, grew some heat, and then was dust.“Can I come in? We need to talk, big guy.” I had said nothing to this point, and I just nodded, opening the door and pointing with my chin. If she took offense at my non-offer of help, she didn’t show it. She just bent down, grabbed her suitcases and followed my. I knew she was close to cumming again and so was I. It hit me. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Annie chimed in with her own announcement just as her orgasm hit. "Ahhh, fuck! My pussy's never cum like this before! Fuck meee!" I kept ramming into her pussy for as long as I could. I wanted her orgasm to last until she was worn out. I have, what I have been led to believe, is a pretty unique ability to stay hard for a long time even after orgasming.So I take advantage of that "skill" as often.