”Theo felt the warmth rushing to his face, and he hoped the lighting was dim enough to hide his blush. “You didn’t seem to mind all the others l...oking at you.”“Well, the ladies like to look, but none of them were really my type.” Raoul had a glimmer of a smile on his face.“And what is your type?”Raoul leaned over and whispered in Theo’s ear. “Well, you weren’t the only one sneaking a peek by the pool.”Theo could feel Raoul’s warm breath against his ear, and breathed in the intriguing scent of. He pulled the briefs off of me, and the fell past my knees to my ankles. He stepped closer and to the side of me, never losing his grip on me. His right hand stroked my cock from the base of my shaft to the head. His left hand was on the small of my back and inching its way toward my ass. It was so erotic. I was getting close. I stroked him a little faster, like it was a race to who would cum first. He was really moaning and he put his head toward my chest. "Feels so good," he whispered. I said. As I reached the top of the stairs I could see the door to our bedroom was open and heard a dresser drawer shut so headed that way, but then stopped just before entering at the scene reflected in the full length mirror at the side of our bed. Wife Sarah in only the clothes she was born in lay on her back on our bed as a black female I recognised as a friend of Sarah,s Fran Lewis was equally stark naked and suckling my wife’s right boob like a big ebony baby. I drank in the sight of this sexy. And yet we both wanted to, but she waited for me to lead her a little way further down the path.Then one evening I was ready to take another step. After laying there with my nightie open feeling her gently moulding my boobs and exciting my nipples, I whispered how wet this was making me, was always making me. She whispered back that it had the same affect on her. I opened my legs a little and she looked between them seeing the wetness on my pink panties. I took her hand and placed it to the.