I didn't want him to see my cock. I had seen a video booth section it was dark inside.(Never been inside one figured it was a good place to hide until...my dick went down or so I though!")I entered the hall inside it was dark stepped to the corner to let my eyes adjust. There was a change machine put a couple dollars in the machine. The booths were wooden sliding doors with the covers of a super 8 that was showing inside the booth. On the top of the booths, they had red and green lights. Several. Had she? She didn’t think so. She couldn’t really remember right now standing so close to him. She really wanted him to kiss her. God, he wanted to. But reason overcame desire. After all, he was technically engaged, and like it or not, he was faithful. He put his hands on either side of her face instead and pulled back slightly. He didn’t miss the look of disappointment on her face. ‘And…you’re so very unattainable and forbidden right now,’ he breathed. He sounded so bitter…and so sad. She. ”I’m sure my face turned bright red. I couldn’t talk. My mouth was full of cotton and even though I was already sweating I somehow managed to start sweating more. Did the whole gym see my panties? Was this the first time that they were visible? How many people think I’m gay? Somehow I managed to reply with a lie to cover it up “No man, I ran out of clean boxes at my girlfriends and grabbed a pair of hers so I wouldn’t have to free ball at the gym.” That was good enough right? Surely. That was a wrap. She was in our bedroom, and we devised a plan to introduce her to a black cock. We both agreed that the best way would be to suggest a Threeway, and ease into it with blowjobs.I'll admit a part of me was reluctant. I mean my Robin was a wholesome, conservative woman, who was used to a 4 inch cock, and that was the biggest she ever had. Plus I remembered all the horror stories about white wives going black. But being drunk, I was thinking with my little head.We both walked into.