This hampered our sex life also. We were without sex for months. I understood the needs of my wife’s. I started finding an alternative who can give ...er satisfaction. I tried thinking of my friends, but it was too difficult for me to arrange. Finally, I met two black men who had come to our city for studies. I used to meet them often. Of that one man became close to me. One day I invited him to my house.I had asked my wife also about having sex with other man for which she initially scolded me. You can't walk like this..." I ran into a cactus," I complained."You step on it?" Luke asked, lifting my other foot to inspect it too."I see splinters, but..." Sat on it," I admitted, and then laughed at myself, and the idea of actually sitting on a cactus. Luke gave me a small smile and then stood up, lifting the flashlight again. I almost lost my balance when he placed a hand on my shoulder and forced me to lean forward so he could shine the light on my butt.I frowned."Hey..." You sure did.". That was also happening when I saw girls showing on TV, and even when I was looking at photos in my magazines. I dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real, but knew I could never get up the nerve to do it. I looked longingly at the photos in Escort magazine of Aunty Jayne's amateur photo seminars, with a few lucky balding blokes grouped round with their cameras watching Miss Donna Ambrose pose topless. I knew I could never do that, because just looking at Her photos in Escort or Peaches magazines. I could see she didn’t like it. But watching his movements i was wondering he wants to get wild. And i was right. He then slapped on her chubby thighs and kissed there. It was like he was making love to her but in a wild way. He started fingering her bushy vagina. I saw her face, she was enjoying it. He then got on top of her and started stroking her. A strange fellow was fucking my sister. They both did the same for another 20 min. I was watching outside the window and my penis was also.