I walked into the house and saw the black guy in the living room, setting up his things while my wife sat on the couch in her robe. I kissed Anita and...introduced myself to this man, called Ronny.He was black, in his early thirties, handsome… but he looked gay.When I was done with my shower, I went back to the living room and saw that they have started the massage. I put on a movie and made some polite small talk with him as he touched my wife’s body.Anita begged him to focus on her neck and. You moaned with delight. You put your hands in my hair, that is long and blond. You guided my mouth helping me suck your hard cock. Keeping a good rhythm, I look up to see if you were enjoying what I was doing to you. You pulled me off, only to lay me down on my back so you could do the same for me. Starting at my neck kissing and licking my neck and then my erect nipples that were waiting to feel your lips on them. Giving each one attention. I let out a moan to let you know you were doing a. He must have been swimming as he had a rolled up towel under his arm. I watched him as he sat down on the river bank beside my clothes. Even now, over 50 years later, I can remember he was quite good looking and had brown curly hair. I suppose he was around 30 or 40.Had any of my friends been around that evening, I don’t believe he would have approached me in the way that he did. When I came out of the water he said “Hello” and, noting that I didn’t have a towel, he offered me his and, pointing. With the bedroom door wide open, I could see her but I was out of her line of sight, I watched and she didn’t move, then it struck me, ‘she wants them to catch her like this’. But no, not quite, she waited till she heard the key in the front door, before she twitched a muscle. I was a bit concerned the boys would see me, but they went straight into the kitchen, had they come upstairs they would have found their mother still pretty much struggling to get free. There was just no way either could.