I also explained that since she always used being seen by someone we knew as an excuse when I tried to get her to go out that way that she would do it...now that that wasn’t a problem. By the time we were ready for desert; she was getting more comfortable with what I did and excused herself to go to the lady’s room. A couple of minutes later, I noticed some of the men turning and looking towards the lady’s room. I turned to see my wife walking towards our table. You could clearly. Her stare accompanied by her standard comment that "He is so handsome!" started me knowing that my sweet wife had already selected a new black lover…Ana seemed captivated by that black guy in particular. I thought I could actually see her squirming in her seat as she watched and took pictures. The show actually was quite long. These guys were working hard and their flawless black skin glistened with perspiration. It was like they were working towards a massive group orgasm.I was just sitting. Butter soft leather wrapped around his erection, making him moan, biting his lips. The ache goaded him, demanding he push his hips forward. Rocking, restive, straining to stroke and touch; to soothe that need. His hands pushed the jeans farther down, let the biker’s cock spring out at him, bobbing there, veined and dusky, demanding to be touched. His fingers surrounded the chilled skin, stroking it, wrinkles pushed towards the head then pulled tight as the silky skin moved. The rider held. " He grabbed a tube of lube and slathered his cock with it and then got right up behind me and pressed his cock against where my asshole met the other guy's cock until I felt a slight pain and a stretch and then all of a sudden I could feel two cocks inside of my ass: one sliding in as the other slid out. I'm not going to lie: it hurt, but it was so exciting that I came right then and there. I started spraying the guy whose dick I was riding right in the face. Without hesitation, he opened his.