Turns out, she was having the exact same ebony fantasies, hiding it from him, ashamed, lying in order to hide her lust for black sexuality. Come to fi...d out that his wife not only had dreams and fantasies of being a nasty slut wife, but she always would rub her slack, loose pussy to thoughts of seeing her little dicked husband dressed like a tramp with a black cock in his mouth and a black cock in his fuckhole at the same time. My job was easy. All I had to do was set it up so that they could. I had no words but lifted her up onto the counter, the new seat making us even in height, I lined myself to her and fed into her soft, wetness, easily sliding in due to her already drenched pussy. ‘Ohhhhhh’ she moaned as I entered her, or was that me, or both of us, each finally finding the pleasure we had been starved of. No matter who made the initial sound we were both cooing as we intertwined into one another. My pace steadily growing as she wrapped her soft silky legs around me. Moans. Each stroke makes her sigh, gasp, her slickness dripping down her slit to the chair. God, I am such a slut, she thinks.Suddenly he forces her knees open even wider then buries his face in her cunt, she is lost in the wondrous feeling of his probing lips and tongue, the achingly hot wetness lashing her folds, her clit so hard needing, lusting for his mouth. Bound to her chair, feeling so wanton, so vulnerable with her legs spread wide, wrists cuffed, a stranger sucking, licking, stroking her. The following weekend I planned to be away with friends on Saturday and this was the day of the massage from David. She said they would go for a run together late afternoon then he would give her a massage when they got back - she said he wanted to do it at his house and he had various sports massage oils, she asked again if I was ok with this and I said yes, no problem at all and gave her lots more encouragement to get to know him. Anyway when the weekend came the excitement of what she would.