We arrived at Rob's. The first thing I noticed was that he lived in the 'poshest bit' of the area we live in. He had a BMW on the drive and a space ne...t to it for another car.John knocked on the door and it was quickly answered by a slightly overweight man who I would imagine was in his late 40's. He let us in quickly and showed us to our seats in the living room. It was a nice house with a big sofa with one of those corner sections. He asked if we'd like drinks. Being a 20 year old pissed up. Both men were sitting on the couch with Anita sitting between them. Worst of all, my sweet wife was fully naked in the middle of those giant black guys…The youngest, called Wilfred, had his huge hand taking care of Ana`s breast. He was touching her nipples and Ana had her eyes closed, breathing heavily through her open mouth…The second guy, called Ramon, had his hand trying to enter between my wife’s closed legs, directly to her sweet pussy lips.Ana finally surrounded to his wishes and spread. He begs me again, pleading with me to fuck him. I give in; slowly, I start to push the head of my cock into his tight-rimmed arsehole. The both of us groan out, I’m slow until I’m at the hilt. Once I’m fully inside, I begin to thrust lightly. I’m still stroking his cock. All I can hear is him panting, begging for more. I thrust harder, taking him deeper. Each time I know he’s nearly going to orgasm, I slow down. I do as he has always done with me. Moving deeper, grinding into him, I stop. He was left alone in the living room, bent over the couch, his legs spread and his hands behind his back. He was afraid he'd said too much and made his mistress angry. where was she? Why did she go away? He shouldn't have said anything; he should have taken the pain- tears welled in his eyes at the thought. He kept standing this way for what seemed like hours; he didn't dare move in case she came back. he wanted her to come back so much, he wanted to know she wasn't angry with him for presuming.