More followed, some from interested black men, others from cucks. A few quite a distance from our home but none less intriguing. The one from “J...hn” stood out the most. Not least because he lived relatively close to us and seemed to tick all the boxes.My wife was, at first, unsettled about just how easy it would be to arrange a real meet with this man. For me, he seemed perfect. None aggressive but direct with a horny eagerness to get into Kathy’s married knickers. Her first. Suzy just sat there and watched me in only her bra and panties. I slowly unbuttoned my work shirt revealing my hairy chest. I’m no Adonis but not bad either. I try to get some exercise and eat right which is hard on the road. I don’t have six-pack abs but I don’t have a pony keg either. But Suzy only seemed to be interested in one part of my physique. Her eyes were glued on my swollen crotch as I dropped my shirt to the floor and started unbuckling my belt. Seeing that she was obviously. Gently lowering her leg I stood up and our eyes met. Biting her lip, she ran both hands down my chest, over my stomach, along my shaft and off at the tip. Then she turned to face the wall, and looking back over her shoulder, arched her back and angled her butt up towards me. Not needing a second invitation, I ran the tip of my now throbbing cock over one cheek, and found my way to her pussy, pushing the tip slowly into her. Letting out a moan, she moved one hand down from the tiles and nestled. Lara turned back to face this stranger, now less stranger and more something else, and found him removing his own shirt. She moved forward and was suddenly pressed against him, her naked breasts hard against the coarse hair of his chest. He rubbed against her, making low, choked sounds deep in his throat. The feel of his curly hairs against her breasts was exciting, and she shivered as he kissed her bare shoulders. His head lowered and his mouth opened wide and then closed on her right.