Barely covered. I could see her nipples and areola through the lace. I could see that the bra was more for sex appeal than support. She stepped closer...and reached into my shirt pocket. Her fingers came back with her credit card. ‘I keep it inside the right cup. Would you put it back, kind Sir?’ I watched my hand reach for the card and just as it touched the card she dropped it. My eyes and hand followed it to the floor. When I stood back up with the card in my hand, she held the bra out to me,. I posted an ad on craigs list looking for tall, athletic, well hung black men (I know she likes these types). I weeded out the candidates and decided the best one was a guy who was 6'0, 9 inches, and 190 lbs, 32 years old.We agreed on a plan, and put it into play.I took my wife to the Asian market, and after a few minutes I took our baby for a walk outside, leaving my wife alone with the black guy who had just arrived. I texted him the coast was clear, and sent her pic at the market. It is. He asked what I had in mind for extra credit and said it had to be something to do with biology. I told him I could give him a blow job. He smiled and told me I needed to be naked. I stood up and slipped off my clothes and walked around his desk. He spun his chair to meet me and I got on my knees between his legs. I opened his pants and started sucking on his 7” cock. After sucking him for a few minutes he grabbed my head and started fucking my face. Finally, he held me tight and shot his load. Travelling light this time only carried my spinning outfit with artificial lures rather than carry a heavy bucket for live minnows, tackle box, metal stringer and lunch box with me. It only took forty minutes to make the walk to my favourite spot, snap a spoon on to my line and start casting out thirty or forty yards then retrieve the spoon hoping its spinning flashing movements might tempt a fish. The only thing it hooked after a few minutes was underwater weeds which I had to pull,off the.