My role would be to take a photographic record of this erotic event.Can you imagine the scene, my naked wife kneeling on a blanket in the Swaziland fo...est? My recent cum was oozing from her recently fucked cunt and creeping down her leg the moisture was glistening in the sub tropical sun. Her bare 38C breasts pouting outwards, her nipples still fully aroused from the recent fuck session, her long brunette hair hanging tousled to her tits. Next to her I stand a white man, naked in a black man’s. So we often slept in the room with one another to get a quick feel, or to finger one another, or simply get off. The day of the Super Bowl everyone was so heated and caught up in the game. I am a very smart mouth person, which my best friend cannot stand, so we got into a few spats that day. Of course our friends stopped to look at us to see what it all was about. My best friend always win our fights, it’s her way of controlling me or the situation. And I let her because it’s a turn on. We. We were both so excited; it felt as though it was our first time together. It wasn’t long before I was lying there wearing only a lacy pair of white panties, Bill eagerly pleasing my tits with his hands and mouth. He was dressed only in a t-shirt by now, enjoying the sensation of my hand lightly sliding up and down the shaft of his enormous hard cock. At this point, Carla Jean came in, wearing a beautiful blue see-through nightgown. We could see her breasts, round and full with already-hard. Is that anger or something else?“What the fuck are you doing?” He repeats slowly as if I simply hadn’t understood him the first time.My mouth opens and closes as i try to come up with an answer that wouldn’t be unbearable to actually say out loud.“I was beating off okay” I say loudly “now let me go and get out of my room.”His right hand pushes hard into my collar and his left hand reaches down between my thighs. He slaps the dildo that is still almost all the way inside of me.My whole body.