With a final huge thrust she began to squirt and I let her drench my face. It took Sharon a few minutes to come down from that incredible climax. I he...d her as she wept. I dried her tears as she sobbed that she'd never before felt so good. Then, she disentangled from my embrace, smiled and said, "It was too good … we can’t just quit now," and she grabbed ahold of my stiff cock. "Oh, yes," she said, "this is exactly what a woman wants ... it's a perfect size. It will fill me, but I can still. "I, uh, guess so. If you're sure?" My problem was, Rachael is a stone fox and I hadn't been with a woman since Susan left us, over two years ago. I just hoped I'd behave myself and wouldn't do anything stupid while half asleep. I really loved Rachael, as my best friend and pal, and didn't want her mad at me—or thinking that she couldn't trust me.Brusquely, Rachael said, "I'm sure. Do you have any better ideas?"I didn't, so we got everything stowed and cast off. Since we would be going upstream. When she showed up on the scene she still walked the same as she always walked. Waiting for class she still passed the time staring at her phone like she always did. When she got annoyed at my dumbfounded stare she could barely contain her irritation, and spoke flames at me just like she always did. She was the same old Carmencita Ibanez I had had the misfortune of falling for.Only... the upper frontal part of her coat had been carefully cut out, and whatever she wore underneath it had. I could not have planned this any better that it was playing out.The next thing I knew, the two black guys picked up my wife and placed her on the couch. One was still face fucking her, and the other got between her legs and started to rub his cock up and down the opening of my wife’s pussy. What really surprised me was that I did not see any negative response from my wife, and she seemed willing to continue to allow this to happen.The white guy was standing beside her and grabbed her arm, and.