The guys moved off of her and let Tim finish fucking her. Looking down, Tim watched as Sandy rubbed the guys cum into her flesh. Moaning loudly, Tim f...lled my wife with his spunk. Sandy pulled the young black man's face down to her's and kissed him deeply. "Thank you", she softly sighed. "No, THANK YOU!", replied Tim. Tim got off of Sandy and stood up. The guys watched my wife play with herself. She was scooping cum onto her fingers and licking them clean. The guys rubbed their cocks in the cum. Surprisingly, only a handful were obviously ones we had somehow shared in making. But a number of hers were very similar to mine in structure. Suzi laughed out loud when I found she had fantasized a few about Brad and found me intensely jealous, so I shared a few of mine about her girlfriends. What surprised both of us was instead of being jealous, it turned her on.Something about the way that felt didn’t feel natural. It took me about twenty minutes before I realized what it was.Over the past. Tracy pulled her legs up so that her feet were flat on the ground as he worked on the calfs, and her pussy was clearly visible with it's reddish blond hair lightly covering it. When he started on her thighs, she just opened her legs wider, and Terry noted the parting of her cunt lips accompanied that move. He could now see her clit and the hole below it, along with a trickle of juice flowing from it in anticipation of his hands. Terry moved up along side her. It was just all so dirty and I loved it. I didn't tell the maid to clean my room the next day and since I had to stay in Seattle for a total of three days I slept in that strange man's stains for two more days. That was the beginning of my fetish. I think I have to call it a fetish because I know it isn't normal, the fact that I like to be subjected to dirty men and dirty places. That's not to say that I am physically dirty, because I'm not. I shower every morning and wear clean clothes, but I.