“Ruth,” he grunted, his hand stopping high over his head, “this is wrong, honey.” “Don’t stop, please… feels so good now,” she answere.... Masking his longing with the need to make amends, and breathing hard for the arousal, Brad hit her again. A slap, and a moan, a slap, and a moan… then his hand stopped and was lifted no more. Ruth felt her Dad’s hand resting down there, his fingers pressing lightly on her pussy, and gave herself up to the pleasure spreading up to all of her body. Her head fell. We had a nice dinner and some drinks... a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they. I got off the bed pulled up my boxers and walked out of the bedroom across the landing into her bedroom where she looked at me all flushed, again she said she was sorry and i said it was ok, don't worry about it. My cock was still hard and i asked her how long she had been stood there as if i did'nt know, she replied with "long enough". I asked in a nervous voice if she liked what she saw but she hesitated in answering, i asked again "mum" did you like what you saw, suddenly a quiet, nervous. Her pics are on my profile. We had lives together 6 years before we were married and she had told me she had fucked black men before we had met and I think a couple after. The thought of her taking a big black cock in her tight little white pussy has always turned me on. This is what I fantasize that happened on our wedding night. I had made a deal with her that if we got married she could fuck all the black guys she wanted as long as I got to watch. She suggested a black guy she worked with.