"Yeah but you will find it easier to go to that gym next time, than you would to walk into a crowd on a street corner. Then one day it will be as easy...to walk into crowd on the street corner, as it is to walk into that gym," I said."Jeremy could I have a draft please, make it a Michelob," Osborn said. She didn't look anything but angry. That she would get over I knew.After dinner, and the one beer we headed out in different directions. I went home and cued up some porn on the computer. Yeah it. I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. A part of me said I didn't want to go any further, and that I didn't want another man putting his hands on my wife and that I sure didn't want another man's cock in her pussy."I'm ready to call Antwan now," my wife suddenly said interrupting my thoughts.I smiled as my dick became very hard at her words. My addiction to interracial sex held too much sway over my head now and it seemed my wife was in the same rapture. She was already standing up from. "Hi," her voice was not the high pitched parody of a voice that many girls effect. It was natural, rich, and... sexy for lack of a better word.I was confused. Granted, there was more than a couple of people in the place, but there was no need for her to be so close. I tried to step back. For a moment, I could note that she wore a short, logo tee shirt, cut short enough to move over her tummy when she moved, but covered it to the waist of her faded hip buggers when she stood still. Then, she. ' Fuck it' she thought as she peeled down her trousers and unhooked her bra. She caught a glimspe of herself in just a thong in the wall mirror her curvy behind sticking out. Her body was pulsing with anticipation as she positioned herself face down on the firm plinth, her already electric clit by the pressure of the bed beneath her. Unaware that he had returned she was shocked at first by his oily hands stroking her back.... 'Whereever it hurts we can massage' he spoke for the last time. .