”“This is just too funny!” Bethany laughed. “I can’t wait to see what happens when she has to pay up.”“Too bad it’s not a bet like whe... I used to play strip chess!”Or like the Olympic bet Suzana had made with me! I smiled at that fond memory.Bethany laughed hard, “As uptight as she is, I don’t think that girl gets naked in the shower!”“Well, she’s got a body I’d like to see naked in the shower,” I declared.“That will happen about the same time you can buy a real light saber!” Bethany. Dave, now, was sometimes stumbling over the pavement, as he was trying to walk slightly ahead of us, and look back to see the amazing view unfolding: my wife was now showing about seventy-five percent of her tits all the time, and all her pubes on every forward step.His cock was standing proudly out in front of his trousers now, leading me to think he wasn't wearing underpants, which turned out to be true.I decided then that there was no place for caution, and reaching forward with my left. " She whimpers again. I keep teasing her entrance, running my finger into her wetness and spreading it up between her cheeks. " Please, John, please." " Please what?" " Do it. Fuck me again. Please." It is my turn to groan. " First..." I got down on all fours and buried my face between her legs, lapping her, swallowing her wetness. She twitched and I grabbed her hips to hold her in place. I turn onto my back and push up under her, pulling her crotch onto my face. " Gotta taste you again. It. She was getting fucked by a black man she had never met in the back of a dirty bookstore in the Deep South with an audience consisting mostly of more than a dozen horny white men watching every stroke. There were also two other black men in the room. They were enjoying the show, too.This wasn't exactly her fantasy. But it contained some of the most exciting elements of her submissive fantasies.It took her a moment to adjust to the violent fuck from behind before she could concentrate on sucking.