My parents weren’t exactly a big help. They have never been the nurturing type. And they certainly weren’t going to protect me now that I was grow.... My ass was on the line and I was on my own. Things looked grim, until I met this guy named Campbell. I don’t know why but the first time I saw him I knew he was different. Not that he looked it. At five feet nine inches and 150 pounds of slim, dark-skinned African-American male, he didn’t seem anything out of the ordinary. Just a twenty-something. He just stood there staring at her not sure what to do. "I think she wants to see your cock" I said. Without saying a word he stripped off his clothes and started rubbing his cock close to my wife's face! She rubbed herself faster not taking her eyes away from his cock next to her face. She started to tense then said "I'm cumming oh fuck I'm cumming". I couldn't believe my wife was cumming in front of a complete stranger with his cock only inches from her face! The closest we ever came to this. I was then lying at length upon that very couch, the scene of Mr. H....’s polite joys, in an undress, which was with all the art of negligence flowing loose, and in a most tempting disorder: no stays, no hoop..., no incumbrance whatever. On the other hand, he stood at a little distance, that gave me a full view of a fine featured, shapely, healthy country lad, breathing the sweets of fresh blooming youth; his hair, which was of a perfect shining black, played to his face in natural side curls,. She gave a naughty smile and rubbed my flaccid cock.I called the room service and asked them to send a pot of tea. Meanwhile, my wife went to the toilet and I put on my clothes. The door bell rang and the waiter came inside with tea. I asked the waiter whether they had massage facility in the hotel. The waiter said that the hotel did not have massage facility but if I so desire, he can get a male masseur from outside. I gave him some money and asked him to arrange for the masseur at around 9.00.