I let my fingers drop either side of her lips while rubbing her clit with my thumb. He was now fucking my wife through my fingers. God this man was bi... and hard. Her buttocks were now clenched and he was pumping wildly. She groaned more and more and then let out a huge scream as her back arched up and she shook with extreme pleasure. At that moment he pulled out and left his 10 inch manhood pulsating in the air. He looked at me. He wanted me to make him cum. I took it and felt what my wife had. She came hard and moments later Bill erupted inside her in a loud thunderous climax. She collapsed on top of Bill and kissed him deeply tasting Trevon's cum on her husband's lips. "Next time I want to watch him fuck you in the ass," she whispered. She felt satisfied and happy for the first time in years and she knew that their marriage was stronger than it had ever been. "I love you Bill." "Next time?" Bill asked playfully. "How about now." He'd just cum but he was still horny and wondered how. You are probably wondering what would make a woman perfect in my eyes. Well first off I don't go for the perfect Barbie doll type. I like my women natural in the truest sense of the word. She must be attractive and somewhat in shape. She doesn't have to be athletic, but she must be presentable.With all that said I do have one kink and through the many girlfriends I have had I have never been able to find a girl that meets my expectations in the bedroom that is until I found Cindy. I like my. The eye shadow dark and dusky, from the time she had lived in Paris. What she would give to still be there. She stood up, and picked up her knickers, stepped into them, she pulled them up, adjusting the gusset slightly. The black silk was flimsy, and minuscule. Next, lace topped, hold up stockings, six denier. She sat on the bed, and fastened the buckles on her heels. Eight inch Christian-Louboutin peep toed back heels. Her favourite. The red heel and sole shouted designer, expensive. She.