” I moan out, and I feel his teeth scrape my nipple. I can feel wetness already dripping between my legs, every pass of his tongue sending a line of...fire to my pussy. Suddenly he pulls back, and I whine is disapproval. “I believe you said there was something else that pretty mouth of yours could do?” He says, and I smirk, slowly sliding off of him to the floor in between his legs. “Oh, so now it’s a pretty mouth?” I ask with a giggle, my words dying in my throat as he starts to undo his pants.. As you say, "I fantasize about my wife being with another man while I, husband watched. In my minds eyes, she's sitting on my lap kissing him and pushing her pussy down on my cock, I whisper to her I have a surprise for you. I smile and holding her arms tightly as I say come on in and a tall, mature black man walks in , I look at my wife and she said are you sure of this? What do you expect that is going to happen with this...and you'll not be jealous in the morning? With the black man. "Not that it matters, but his name was Steven." She made a small nervous grin."Anyway, one of the reasons Steven broke up with me was 'cause he said my pussy was really gross. He said my vagina was really ugly; he called it deformed, and then he told me I stunk. He said I had 'an abnormal and foul-smelling cunt', those were exact words." I could see what a difficulty time she was having telling me about this. I reached over and gently squeezed one of her hands.She continued, "Needless to say,. His chest was thick and muscular, and covered with course, crinkly, hair. He was smiling, but it was an evil, leering smile; a smile of triumph.She stared, wide-eyed, as his hand gently stoked her bare leg. His touch was hot, but she shivered. Fear or anticipation?"Comfortable, Your Highness?" he asked, his hand resting hotly just above her knee, inches away from her exposed pussy. Growling through the gag, she tried to squeeze her thighs together, petrified that he would see the moisture.