Pulling on the terry-cloth robe he carefully sauntered out to the patio for a cigarette; remember to keep his shoulders back to the nipples jammed int... the terry cloth. With coffee cup in hand Jean, as he thought of himself when dressed, lit her first smoke of the day and enjoyed the pinks and blues that splashed across the eastern sky, chasing away the bight starry dots that clung to the fading indigo blue of the night. She loved this time of the day when dressed and alone in the out of. Because since we met I have longed to share some kind of private moment with you. John walked over to the parlor, and sat himself on the couch, his eyes found mine and he motioned that I should sit next to him. Slowly and with great effort I made myself sit next to him, trying desperately to control my breathing as my heart fluttered within my chest. As I sat down on the other end of the couch, he moved his body toward mine shuffling to get closer to me. His hand slowly stretched up and pushed. But seeing her there in our marriage bed, looking like the girl next door from a Playboy magazine centerfold on her back, taking all comers was such an over powering thing that I just couldn’t help myself. And the fact that Terry had fucked my brother, and was about to let two black brothers use her body was this voyeur’s true wet dream come to life. And I watched as my wife reached out with both hands to guide Shamoo’s monolith right up to her bald shaved bubbling cauldron. Her eyes almost. Again I came as his knot teased my clit before being buried inside me. Again I felt the tell-tail twitching and the knowledge that he too was cumming. He finally withdrew and I just knelt there shaking all over. “Untie her Adele” said Maria “I don’t think she has to be tied any longer”. The belt holding me down was removed. “Now Rachael, dogs have remarkable recovery powers” said Maria, who was obviously well versed “you can have a shower or the dogs will continue to pleasure you”. I struggled.