It would be the final straw if my Viking sword got rusty. I’d been walking for more than an hour. I had decided to spend the night at home and retur... in the morning. I should have accepted the offer of a piece of floor after the Halloween party. At least I’d be warm and dry. Now I was cold and wet and lost. My chances of finding a petrol station were poor. Perhaps someone would see me and give me a lift but there had been no cars and I couldn’t even see a lighted house. All I could see was the. ‘Fuck me, Billy!’ I heard the woman demand breathlessly.I slowly leant forward again until I could see the couple. I was just in time to see the man, who was now kneeling behind the woman, slide his penis into her and begin thrusting. He reached over her back, running his nails down it as they got into a rhythm. Thrusting his cock into her I suddenly thought, blushing bright red. My husband and I had never used vulgar words in front of each other. In fact, I never used vulgar words in front of. “I don’t mind” I said stepping further into his room, “I quite liked being watched” His eyes suddenly darted up to my face and I gave him a smile “I enjoyed you staring at my cock in the kitchen to”. “I wasn’t staring…” his voice trailed off and his eyes looked away again. “You like the look of my big cock?” I asked. He had no answer. “I like the look of yours.” I said, his eyes suddenly darted up to my face again, he saw my eyes locked on his lap and looked down, realizing his fly was wide. If I did not set it up, Marsha would not approach anyone on her own.As we were leaving in the early hours of the morning, I looked into one of the bedrooms to see two large black guys double-teaming a small blond. She had a dick in her mouth and cunt and was receiving a royal fuck. Right then I decided that on our next adventure, I wanted to see Marsha get fucked by some black guys.The first step was to meet with an interracial couple that ran a swingers ad on the Internet. Nate and Wanda were.