He was a short stocky gentleman of African descent. She had mentioned to me she though he was maybe gay, and she had also often noticed he had a consi...erable bulge in his pants.She knew this would pique my curiosity as I recently confessed my occasional desire to suck cock, not any cock, specifically big black cock. She also enjoyed watching this as she found it a huge turn on to witness my foray into this fetish. When he had invited us to his party she had mentioned she was glad he would meet. "Who is it?" Jay!" I answered. Unlocking the door, she was wearing only her panties and was holding a blouse covering her breast. She turned to walk to the bathroom as I took her arm and stopped her. She turned facing me. I took the blouse from her and dropped it on the floor. I looked over her body as she stood still and let me. I knelt down on my knees and slid her panties down her legs. I realized that the last couple of months I had taken her for granted. Suddenly I noticed again, how. “Come on baby, it’ll be hilarious. We’ll give him something to wank over! Maybe then he’ll know you’re onto him and quit it.” Claire sat on the bed, shaking her head. “But Scott, that’s just gross! Besides, the thought of someone watching me getting myself off is just weird. No-one’s ever watched me before – well, not that I knew of...” Scott sat down beside her, wrapping her up in his arms whilst tickling her neck with soft kisses. “Show me first then...” He whispered. Without giving her. Danny had already lost it by them. He couldn't even control himself so how would another man be able to control himself as well. On top of all this Danny was seeing the days before his visit getting closer and closer. Each morning Claire made a point of waiting until he was watching before putting a cross on the day to day calendar. Five weeks soon became four; four weeks soon became three; three weeks soon became two and two weeks soon became seven days. It was down to single days now; down.