I told them no, it was something I needed to do alone. Sandy gave me a strange look, but didn't ask me any questions. I kissed Tiffany and Sandy walke... me to the door."What are you up to Mikoli?" I promise to tell you when I get back." I kissed her at the door and left.I drove to the steakhouse where Tiffany worked. I knew the owner would be there at that time of day. We had graduated from high school and college together. I knew him in high school, but we had not associated with each other. I squealed and shook it off me onto the floor while the disembodied cock kept spurting, splash after splash. Then it just stood there for a few seconds, dribbling and slowly deflating before slipping out of view. A squeak and a click told us that whoever he had been, he was already elsewhere.This had all been obscenely slutty fun but the total strangers jizz on my hand was over a limit for me, a bit like suddenly sobering up from a wild sex trip. I gestured to Mike to pass me my shoulderbag & I. He let me pull my head up as more came out into my mouth. I spit it out in my hand. "No, swallow it for me sweetie." I gave him a look that said, "for real?" and he said, "Do it." So I did. It was so salty and tangy and gross! Thinking it was over, I got back in my seat and started to buckle, but his hands grabbed the base of my shirt and started lifting it up. "What now?" I asked. "You've gotta let me explore that amazing body," he replied. I started to tremble again, embarrassed of what he. We were out at a local club dancing and Karen had noticed a blackman looking our way. She always dresses very erotic and that night she was wearing a black mini dress that was very low cut showing off her 38D breasts and her 5" spike heels that seem to make her legs a mile long and very shapely.That night we were fucking and she started telling me her fantasy of making love to a blackman while I watch. Well, at first I was shocked but the thought of watching a black stud fucking my wife really.