Would I ever see him again?Many days and nights were spent thinking about that afternoon, the afternoon of lovemaking and lust...My loneliness grew an... masturbation was just placating me, but I needed to touch another and be touched.I had not heard from my boyfriend in months and so I moved on...I wanted to give another blow job.. a really good blow job..I had met other men, but I was not interested in any of themThey did not have my boyfriends touch or smile.One night I was working late and I. It was evident that she had not put on a bra. Her nipples were plainly visible poking out against the thin top. Edwin was amazed at his wife’s transformation as she sat there scantily dressed between the two men. He sat down on the recliner across from them and said, “Amelia seems to have become a little slutty.” Her pretty blue eyes looked at her husband, but sitting there between Mark and Tim, she remained silent.“I must say that I am really glad that you decided to join the club. Your wife. I whispered: “You tasted delicious. Sweet and I think you enjoyed your little pussy being eaten. Didn’t you?”She looked at me and smiled a little. Then she told me: “It was unbelievable Bob. You made me cum so much. I never did that before. I think I must have cum a dozen times. Yes. I loved that part.”I smiled at her and patted her thigh. She held my hand and I wondered if she was holding it as a way of showing me how much she loved what I did or to keep me from touching her body again. I. The man in front dropped his hand under her dress and he was obviously playing with her bare cunt, rubbing her clit for sure. I guessed both men were fingering her holes…A few moments later the music dropped and I saw them leaving the dance floor; but, instead of coming back to our table, they went out.I followed them outside.Both niggers dragged my sweet wife around a corner, down a dark street and they suddenly pushed her into a car.The inner light in the car was on and so I could see they.