.”“You would not have to stay very late. Just a little fun would be nice.”Joy took out her phone and spoke for a few minutes.“It seems that Wi...l likes the idea very much. He says he'll leave work early and pick up some wine to go with the meal. If we want him to buy anything else on the way I'm to call him back.”As soon as we were home the 4 k**s stripped out of their clothes and headed for the pool, yelling and laughing. Joy and I looked at each other.“What do you say, Joy? A quick dip before. Maybe I did know this mystery woman. That slightly guttural, hungry sound in her voice… the need she showed, maybe I had experienced her be- Whoa! Damn… she was getting my cock really hot. I stopped thinking about the guessing game, and settled back, to trying for a little self-control. My mystery partner pumped her hips back and forth on me for a little longer, and then paused… her pussy shivered around me and there was the softest, slightest moan, like a sob. I let a long breath out of my. But still, I felt that they could not understand, or respect, a white man that gave his wife to black strangers. Jim was confident and in control. There was nothing weak or sissy about him. And truthfully, while it excited me on some level to be shamed and humiliated myself, I could not abide Jim being disrespected. And I knew, he would not tolerate either of us being disrespected either. I hoped these two young men understood that, or it would be an unpleasant evening. “Cindy, don’t you have a. "Truth or dare" he said. "truth" i said being a smartass. He laughed and asked, "do you love me?" I could tell even in the darkness my irish face was beat red. "yes." I said...nothing was said for a few seconds and he responded with "my turn." "Truth or dare" i asked him and he reponded with "dare." "I dare you to either lay with me in my bed or let me lay down on the futon with you." "just lay down here with me," he said. We both started to get under the covers and our heads resting on the.