It was the routine for another 5 days.But one night when I went there it was all quite as usual. As I picked up bra and panty, there was light in her ...ouse. I was frightened. Sheela came out of her home and saw that her bra and panty were not there. I was hiding just across the washing machine. She saw that the back door of my house was open. I thought that she would start shouting and will come into my house to look for her undergarments. But she just went back to her house. There was relief. Ralph was pounding me from behind and even though I was super wet, it took me a minute to get used to his thickness, which was a much different feeling than I was used to. I am pretty tight as it is, and his cock was stretching me pretty good. I moaned with pleasure as I continued to suck my husband’s cock as the couple continued to observe… As my pussy loosened up and got used to Ralph’s thick cock, he began to pound me harder. It felt good as I was really moist and I was not used to such. Who did she think she was? Things got really bad when on the 30th floor, another man entered the elevator. Unfortunately for my wife, it happened to be another black man ? who, I think; I had seen sign himself in as the recycle paper collector. The elevator was big and by no means crowded although the janitor?s trolley occupied a lot of space but I was getting furious with my wife?s bad behaviour. She was sniffing around as if there was a bad smell and I could see that the three black men. He could not stop. And every week or two he’d sneak her phone to see if there were any new pictures for him to grab. Most were of her posing in panties and bra, and to him these were almost as stimulating as the topless shots. He was deeply familiar with all her intimate apparel, and not just from these stolen images; for it was not her private pictures alone he filched. No; he had spent hours exploring her underwear drawer. Each item of her underwear, each pair of panties, each soft bra, had.