Once I was cleaned up I slipped into some nice ‘boy-shorts’ a camisole top, a pair of slacks that zipped up the back and a nice loose blouse. Noth...ng flashy or fancy just street clothes and the slightest touch of makeup.It wasn’t my fault that the slacks hugged my ass like a coat of cheap paint and accented the panty lines – or was it?I ended up being the only person in the waiting room; the receptionist was a little cold to me but, a beefy male nurse (an RN no less) gave me a warm smile and a. Erratic? Labored? Urgent? And it was - squeezing? Yes. Squeezing in rapid pulses. Rippling squeezes. Ripples that tickled along the hard shaft of my cock. Adding to the sensation I already felt. Multiplying it. So much that I felt how my cum rose and erupted. Shooting a stream of sperm out... to where? Into the air? Into the tube that surrounded my cock? Onto my stomach? I tried to concentrate on my naked skin but felt nothing land on it. Nothing warm that cooled off and became cold. It just. She was delighted, but then she told me that her slutty Boss Barbara would say a complete NO to her pleas…Then I told her I could go with her and see whatever we could do. My sweet wife entered her Boss’ office, finding Barbara sitting at her desk; a tall elegant man was there too besides her.The Boss was Barbara; an old slutty lesbian lady; who had taken advantage of my sensual wife’s body during a business trip they had shared some time ago.The man there was the infamous Carlo; an Italian. He surprised me by reaching up and massaging those black balls as he blew the big guy; who was holding my hubby’s head against his crotch with his strong dark hands.I was pinching and pulling at my nipples, giving them the harsh treatment I craved at this moment. I did the best I could as I continued masturbating my soaking wet cunt like a crazy bitch.Alphonse moaned with pleasure, begging my hubby to not stop.I knew this was it. This black man was about to cum in my hubby's mouth. Victor was.