"Very nice," I agreed. "Now why don't you show me something you'd wear on a date?" I watched as she walked back into her room, and quickly adjusted my...elf. I was starting to get hard, and I was hoping it wasn't completely obvious. I took another sip of my drink and fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch. When she emerged a few minutes later, I forgot all about trying not to be obvious. She was wearing a white mesh thong and matching bra. As she walked slowly towards me, my eyes roamed over her. When I returned, my hubby was sitting with Stuart and his black friends. He waved me to join them. Stuart introduced them as Bob, Jeremy and Herron.I sat down next to my loving husband. We were drinking, flirting, talking a little dirty and, under the table, Victor was playing with me. He was touching my clit, driving me crazy and I was sure the black guys knew it…Suddenly Herron asked Victor if he was making me cum again in front of them… Before my hubby could answer, Herron asked me if I. You are me. There can be no moment when what is done to me isn’t also done to you and vice versa.“It is on that basis that I stake my claim to possession of you ... and all that you are, and on that basis that I propose that I indeed have the right to share you as I please. With whomever I please. Because we are one, a part of each other. Each woman or man who enjoys your body enjoys mine, too. Each person enjoys my body enjoys yours as well. What you experience, what pleases you, what excites. The taboo decadence of licking her soiled cunt was a turn on, but this was different. This was another man’s juices oozing from her well-fucked hole. That made it dirtier and even more taboo. I scooped up his cum and drew it to my mouth. The flavor was familiar yet different from my own and I liked it. I swallowed as my wife smiled at me and ran her fingers through my hair. ‘Oh god, Baby,’ Leslie cooed as I lapped another man’s cum from the depths of her well-fucked pussy. ‘Right there, Baby,.