This story is being told from my perspective, five years after moving back, and I’m now married to my ex-husband’s ex-best-friend.I met Clark, the...man who would become my first husband, in a bar. He had also moved back to Savannah two years ahead of me to begin a career with a large paper company. It was fortunate that we went to different high schools, and with the two-year age difference, he hadn’t heard about my reputation of being a slut, starting when I turned sixteen years old.I’m not. I could not believe my ears; but, before I could react, my sensual babe put her thumbs on the straps and pulled her bikini thong down to her thighs.Leon whispered as he got a nice sight of Ana’s shaven pussy lips.Worst of all, I noticed she was getting wet by the minute, as she stared directly at this man’s hand, stroking that hard black cock…He then waved his other hand to Ana, ordering her to get closer.My wife walked just a couple yards and she dropped down to her knees, very close to hat. "There was a long hesitation. I thought that it was all over ... that there would be nothing else even though I could hear the machine twirling quietly. Actually, I now think that she was gaining courage.After a few seconds her voice again, softly ... shaking ... and with the obvious sound of road noise. Obviously. she had recorded this on her way home from her parents. As I listened spellbound in the dark Christmas silence there would be obvious lapses, the tiny recorder being turned off then. I wanted Bill to see my girl, seemingly alone, tied down, blindfolded, and dripping wet. I wanted him to dream of sliding his hard, black cock deep into my girl’s pink, blonde pussy. Chapter 2 I gave him maybe five minutes, and then came around the corner with my dick out, raging hard. My beautiful angel was spread on the bed, swaying her hips to the music. Her pussy was wet, and just slightly open from arousal. A waiting invitation, but I wanted to tease her. I wanted to show her off. Her.