I realised that I had a young man who knew a little about controlling his ejaculation. I dragged my eyes away from his cock and slowly moved them up h...s body to look into his eyes. He must have been able to see the passion of my arousal. I was biting down on my lower lip as my fingers brought me closer to the edge. I nodded to him and my eyes switched back to his hand on his cock. He managed only a few strokes before his hips lunged forwards and he came. His first spurts hit the mirror in front. Her lover didn't even turn to acknowledge me or break stride. In between her lustful grunts, she panted, "How do you like your surprise?" This is what she had planned for me all along. She wanted to make me a cuckold. She wanted me to see her fuck another man, a 11 inch dicked black man. At first I was surprised and angry, then I was surprised at how turned on I was. I was watching my wife receive a fucking like I've never thought possible. This cock had equally impressive balls that hung. They’d been going at it for some time and it should last most of the night. He’d brought beer and smokes, his greasy old sleeping bag, and a disc player. Remnants of donuts, half eaten bags of chips, manga magazines, were strewn about the room. The equipment did the work here, he was management. He switched back to the party room. Satisfied, he ruffled his raggedly cut hair, switched on a flashlight, and went back to his comic. Awakening from a doze, he checked the screen. Angrily, he realized. After that, I wore a white flowing skirt with no underwear, I also put my see through vest top on again with no bra. As I was walking up the stairs with him behind me, I bent down to pick something up, flashing my sex at him. I heard him give a quiet moan and continued up the stairs. Then that night, he was stood in the kitchen making dinner. It was pretty hot and I had a jacket over my vest. Once I started to sweat enough that my vest became even more see through, I took it off. My nipples.