My appetite for eroticism to some is strange. I am a voyeur and having a vivid imagination and pretty wife I am highly aroused watching her flirt with...other men. I even encouraged her to get a boyfriend. Of course this hurt her feelings.One day I was sitting at my desk in our den reading impregnation stories and didn’t hear her approach. I was startled when she wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her breath on my neck and her breasts pressed against my back as she looked over my shoulder.. That news from her had just put a big smile on my face as I knew I can now fuck her more often and in a 5 stars hotel room everytime. I asked her if she want to have lunch with me and have our usual ‘catch up’. She say no to lunch as she is catching up with her girlfriends, but she gave me her room number and told me to meet her there around 5pm and be ready to stay the night. We went our seperate way and all the way home I can’t stop thinking what I am going to do to her. I arrived at the. One of the salesmen a black man had me take a seat. I hadn't realized when I set up the appointment that it was a real estate company owned and operated by black men. But I wasn't concerned except for the fact that I thought it wouldn't help my chances to get the job. When I finally got to be interviewed By the owner Mr Jones I found him quite attractive and he seemed genuinely interested in me. We had a pleasant interview and about a week later he called and offered me the job.I was excited.. "I don't do anything in moderation," Crystal smiled, which was likely the most accurate description of her personality.Pam laughed, "So I see."Crystal poured an equal amount in her own cup and she said, "Let's go out back; sunset won't be for another hour or so." Sure," Pam nodded as Crystal took her hand and led her outside.Taking her prey by the hand had two purposes: one, to see how the woman reacted (if she allowed it, she could be either submissive or too polite to pull it away... which in.