'Ashley,' I type. 'If there's something you want to tell me, you cantell me privately and I won't tell anyone, I promise. But the way youasked about m... leotard yesterday, the way you seem interested in ourdiscussions about ballet and fashion... Ashley, and I don't mean this in anasty way, I truly don't... But do you wish you were a girl?' I grimace asAshley pauses before replying.'Sometimes,' Ashley types, and I smile sadly, understanding exactly howhard it must have been for him to type that. Then, as I moved around the table delivering drinks or whatever, they followed the cue from Harold. The first was still tentative but they quickly became bold with their hands moving up my legs and under the teasing skirt. I parted my thighs as the hands moved from my bare butt-cheeks to my pussy covered by the wet thong.Harold placed his cards face down and handed me his drink. I gulped down some bourbon as his hands grasped the strings of the thong and pulled it down my thighs. I used one. As time was passing, I noticed several black men were entering the room; but none was leaving.I approached the bartender and told him I was going in, just to check on my wife. The guy stepped aside, smiling…So I opened the door and saw my gorgeous wife was spread wide onto a wooden table, being fucked hard by Samuel.The other black bastard, Wilfred, was sitting on Ana’s face and he was rubbing a huge black cock at least ten inches on her red lips.Meanwhile, both her hands were holding other two. .still my cagedcock wept profusely! I pleasured her for hours until my tongue wasaching and I was running out of steam. I think she would have gone onlonger but realized I was flagging. Somewhat reluctantly she pushed mefrom between her legs and hiding a look of gratitude at the pleasure Ihad given her said haughtily."I think it's about time you got some work done sissy........" Oh and do your makeup....you look like a slut," she smirked.So I was left to tidy the bedroom after first redoing my.