He turned, eyebrows raised heavenward. ‘This is it. The last one. Right?’ He pursed his lips. ‘Sure thing.’ I sighed as the door clicked shut...behind him. I was exhausted. The drive hadn’t been too unpleasant, it was the weight of Nigel’s expectations that crushed my bones. I looked again at the photo, wondering why I hadn’t seen this man’s face before. Was he new to the game? Or just that good at staying to the shadows? Either way, it didn’t matter. By this time tomorrow, he’d be dead.. I laughed as we headed for the trails. Once we were on the trails, it didn’t take long before my husband’s hands were all over me as we walked. We stopped a few times and kissed as his hands were massaging my breast and bottom. Eventually he pulled me off the trail and to this secluded area and started kissing me harder. He then told me to face a tree and wrap my arms around it. I was laughing and argued while he pulled my arms around the tree. Smiling he pulled out a pair of handcuffed and. “Thank you. Don’t look bad at all yourself.” I said flirtatiously.“What nationality are you of?”“Your parents from the Caribbean or South America or something?” he asked curiously. “Well, my dad is mixed with Black and Puerto Rican and my mother is Japanese.”“Damn, you got a United Nations mix of things going on. I like that though.”“You sure you ready for this?” he quickly changed the subject. “No doubt about it. Trust me. I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a long time.” I reassured him. For. His stomach was cut enough to wash cloths on, and his cock was nestled in a trimmed bush of blond hair, and what a cock it was. Even soft it looked big, and considering his size, it seemed out of place. He turned me around and softly kissed my lips, then got a little rougher, pulling my face into his. I opened my mouth and gladly accepted his invading tongue. As we stood there kissing I felt his hands roaming over my body, starting with his initial landing point, my ass, he worked his hands up.