The door to the bedroom was slightly open and the sounds from my wife having sex with someone other than me, was quite clear now. I tried peeking in t...rough the door but the view of the bed was still blocked, so slowly and carefully I pushed opened the door and looked in. The scene before me left me dazed and also turned on for some reason. There was my lovely wife Anita, completely naked on her hands and knees in the middle of our marital bed with a giant black man behind her, pounding her. That had felt like torture, like dying and waking at the same time. He could kill her and revive her in the same touch.He was planting himself between her. His head stroked the sensitive lips, pushing past them in to her. He filled her completely, burying himself within her to the hilt. They moaned together when he was safe inside her.Two fingers pushed her lips apart. He forced them deep into her, making her taste herself. They delved in deep, touching every part of her mouth. He removed them. ” And began to loosen her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. I swiftly followed suit. “Great minds think alike I see,” she said with a chuckle as she looked at our matching thongs. Both had quite visible, large wet spots. “Let’s save the last mystery for a bit.”“What delicious suspense,” I replied as I followed her to the bed.We lay together, touching, kissing, fondling, caressing, tasting—we explored our desires and each other. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I’d never felt. In the back seat, Katie and Paul were melting in similar ways over our child.‘I love babies,’ I murmured, not for the first time, tickling Maria under the chin. Finn smiled at me, briefly glancing away from the road.‘That’s fortunate,’ he joked, ‘since you’ve got one already to take care of.’Laughing, I cuddled Maria closer, and Katie and I decided not to switch babies again until we’d made it to the picnic and gotten out of the car.Almost as soon as the car stopped and we began to get out,.