You quickly put your cock back in my pussy, slowly pushing in my very slippery wet cunt. You slide all the way in, amazed that you're getting away wit... fucking this slut while she's sleeping, feels so good, hot n tight, you start gently slowly fucking her, ohh but it feels so good, n you want to go harder and faster, she's so wet she'll never notice... Your hips start fucking her faster, shoving into her unresisting body, a warm, curvy, squishy body for him to use like a sex doll to masterbate. I would not be unfaithful to Rob or go on a single date. But sex with another dominant black man and my husband is a very titillating scenario. Rob loved the idea too. Odd to some but its what we like to imagine. To keep our fantasy real we had chatted on line, read stories together, watched some porn (although I'm not that keen on porn it is all a bit false, one or two of the amateur ones were OK but some of those pictures spoiled the ones in my head, they actually arrested my imagination).. But...the story comes first. My apologies.After Valentine left, I was in complete shock. I became...something that wasn't me, to be honest. I was emotionally drained, I was reckless, careless, I stopped showering daily, I stopped going to school, I stopped just about everything. I began robbing liquor stores to support myself instead of being a productive member of society, and to say the least it wasn't pretty. I was a wreck, through and through, and to this day the only comparison I can draw. So, it would have been a mortal sin to cover them up. To add more spice, I asked her to adjust the front of her bikini bottom, which she narrowed down to the thinnest strip possible, just enough to cover her pussy. While I was capturing her beauty in full color, I saw the younger gentleman on the third row fumbling with his smart phone. I realized that he could have been taking pictures as well, perhaps to get a souvenir for himself. At first I was upset because I didn't want to see her.