” That was all she said before my tongue found her love button and gave it a wet lick. She stopped singing and just enjoyed having my mouth cover he... swollen nub. “Damn! You sure know how to please a woman…hmmmmmmm.” I continued lapping at her juicy slit until I reached for my glass of wine. I raised the rim of it to her moaning lips as she drank down half of it and I drank the other. I set the glass down and hooked my hands in the fold beneath her knees and pulled her ass towards me until. ..Please...Mistress." I moaned out. "Trust me, Michael...Friday night is going to be soooo special and memorable. You're going to love it...you are soooo ready!" Denise orchestrated. The next two days were filled with discussions and fantasizing about what Friday night would hold. Denise had worked everything out with Derek. She was setting it all up and I found that extremely erotic. My wife was planning and directing my first sexual date night with her black boyfriend, Derek. On Friday. It was so wicked . . . so naughty yet he was so gorgeous. I suddenly felt grown-up . . . no longer a young girl anymore and my cunt was telling me how wonderful it felt. As I shook with desire, I wondered what his long cock would feel like taking the place of his rapidly moving finger that was fucking me to ecstasy. He felt me up for a while longer, making sure to keep my nipples rigid with his tongue and my pussy on fire with his magic fingers. Then he knelt up beside me and reached up my. 'But there is no 160 Marble Road.' I tried to look on in disbelief and stutter 'What, Where, I don't know what to do, I was told to be there at six-thirty and now I don't have a way to get back home.' The handsome guy said 'come on, i'll let you use my phone.' We started to walk towards the house. When we was in side I played like I was searching for the phone number 'I don't seem to have the number with me,' I said lamely. 'OK,' he said, 'I'll get us something to drink than you can tell me.