“Did you enjoy that darling?” I asked him. Somewhat lost for words, my hubby just nodded dumbly and looked slightly embarrassed, like I’d caugh... him jacking off or something. “You like watching those lovely black cocks in my mouth and body don’t you?” Another nod. “You’d love to know what they taste like too wouldn’t you” Yet another one. I gestured for Matt to lie down on his back on the limestone tiles of the kitchen floor. “Your turn for a special treat darling” I said. I sat astride. His house was not huge, but it was really sweet and had a great pool with a pool house and a guesthouse.We started to unpack our stuff and Steve said, "Damn, I forgot to pack the steaks!" Oh Steve, I even reminded you!" You go on in, I'll get them."Brad had said to just go in the house and we were even a little early. I walked in and put my stuff in the spare bedroom. I took off my shorts, top, bra and panties. Then I put on my new bikini. It wasn't a minikini, but it was damn close. It was so. .." I thought for a second, then common sense took over. No way in hell that was my Katie. No diet regimen, no plastic surgeon could have peeled nearly two decades off my ex-wife. The more I watched her, the more differences I noticed: no birthmark on her butt, she was definitely shorter, and Katie was something of an introvert. She might have taken that stage in high school with enough beer in her, but she wouldn't be walking straight, let alone dancing like THAT.I found myself staring at her. He wasn’t letting go so I had to swallow it all down. After he released me I said Randy. Strike three.“That’s two outs,” Jennifer said. “Stand up babe and let me help you out of your shorts.”I couldn’t believe I was being stripped in front of all these people I didn’t know. I was so embarrassed. I stood and felt her unfasten my cut-offs and slide them down my legs. I lifted my feet one at a time so I could step out of them.Then she said, “This thong has to go too.”I felt her pulling it then I.