I got so hot watching her that I started jacking off again right in front of her. She watched me, and I watched her, and we both got more excited by t...e moment. Then she started talking to me."I've been reading your stories Ben. Are you picturing me getting fucked by a black cock right now?" "Is that what gets you hot? Having your wife balled by a big black cock right in front of you?" I couldn't believe it. She was talking dirty to me, using my fantasy, and we were both getting off. "It does. .. 7.5 inches... Oh god. Keep going," I said.She gripped my balls as her tongue drifted downwards."Mmm," She simply said as a trail of saliva drifted as she sucked my balls. "Big ones too."She turned around on all fours. I stuck it in, caressing her right cheek. I penetrated her slowly as she looked back. Her juices felt so good. Everything about her felt so good."Ugh! Ugh! Fuck me, papi! Fuck me!"Every time she called me "papi", I smacked her ass. Her ass had marks on it now. As I was fucking. “You have such beautiful boobs,” he said, and moved on to suck on other boob. “Thanks… keep sucking,” I replied. After a while, I pushed him back into the couch. He sat down, and watched me taking off my skirt. I was wearing red panties. “Let’s get more comfortable,” I said as I took off his t-shirt, and then running my hand on his bare chest, I sat down on my knees in front of him. I undid his jeans. “This is like a dream,” he said looking at me. I smiled as I tried to take off his pants, and. ..” She started speaking, but I cut her off.“I need to know,” I said. “Was it good?”She hesitated, staring at me keenly, trying to measure my intention and guess my reaction.“It was incredible,” she admitted.“Would it have been as incredible if I had stayed?”She grinned, which seemed odd to see with tears still running down her cheeks.“No,” she said, breathlessly, “it would have been even better.”“You wanted to cuckold me?” I asked, getting to the heart of it.“Yes, I did. But you left.”“Would.