“You okay?” he asked softly. Her nod was barely noticeable as he waited, fingers softly stroking.Like a cat he moved to her side of the couch, his...one knee slightly under the leg he was petting, the other just behind her hip. As his hand progressed another slow, soft inch, he leaned in and softly kissed her mouth. Her lips moved tentatively against is as he softly probed with his wet tongue.As his hand moved a confident further two inches up the leg of her pants, her mouth opened, and she. Her pussy was hairy but trimmed just how I like them and when I guided my cock towards it she begged to please be gentle, she had never had one near my size. I asked her if she had ever had a black one in her before? and she shook her head no. I told her I knew her and John were both going to want to see this , then as I rubbed the head of my black cock between the pink lips of her white pussy. I told John to come close I know he was going to want to see my 27y.o black cock going in his wife of. There was a knock at the door. With an election a week ago my door has been inundated with campaigners knocking on it. Assuming it was another one I ignored it and continued stroking my hard cock through my pantyhose. The knock continued so I put on my robe to go shoo them away. I opened the door and to my horror it was the dishwasher repair man. I had forgotten my wife told me the night before he was coming over. I felt trapped! I let him, somehow hoping he wouldn’t notice my hosiery. The meal was fantastic,and the wine was flowing,the two of them chatted away,i seemed to be left alone,only brought in on conversation when needed.The worse of this was the fact that her sister kept putting her hand under the table,and squeezing my crotch,and my wife was doing the same on other times.Soon we were in the lounge,the sisters abit drunk,the conversation was gettin heated and steamy,my wife left the room only to return with this posy pouch she had bought me,and insisted i put it.