It was a week later when Ken asked if he could bring home a guy he work with for supper on Friday night. I said sure and that I would love to meet som... of the guys he worked with. Well when Friday night came about Ken walked in with what had to be a 7 foot tall black man, my panties went wet right there. Ken seen the look on my face and said "Susan honey, this is Ron, well his real name is Rondell but he likes to be called Ron. Ron this is Susan my wife. Susan aren't you going to say hello, or. Pulling me tighter. I felt the tell-tale pressure, the sensitivity, the tingle that told me I was on the verge of cumming. I couldn't fight it. I didn't want to fight it. I wanted to fill her. I could feel Heather's arms around me and her nails raking up my bum and my lower back. I felt the pulse that signaled my orgasm. Almost immediately Heather yelped as she felt that first shot of hot sticky cum inside her. Her arms linked behind my back, pulling me tight and almost squeezing the breath. I’m wondering what that change was. I know he was your secret fantasy, just like Kurt is Kara’s fantasy and Kathy is mine. I told him it was OK, by the way.”“He insisted that both you and Kara had to tell him it was OK, and mean it. But you were both such good friends to him, that he couldn’t do it. I don’t know that he ever asked Kara. But as he said, you two were treating me so well that it made no sense. I did everything I could to entice him.”“Why?”“Curiosity? Variety? An itch? I’m not. I wasn’t going to move; she could move. She sucked and sucked. She got up and weaved around as I stood there in soaked shocked agony. That was the most frightening arousal I’d EVER experienced in my short career as the breeding livestock.The pee was not coming although I felt like I was going to explode. I staggered out to the loading dock, stood there on the edge, waiting for relief, trying to wipe my face off.Lilly came out and hugged me from behind, her head to one side. She was still not.