Which was fine by me.But I want to go back and mention the husbands. They typically are pretty much ignored, but I was always fascinated to know more ...bout these married guys, and especially why they were so cooperative in letting their wives fuck other (black) guys. Of course, I cannot speak for every guy that came our way, and who'd let their wife fuck one of those very well-endowed black guys, but I do know that nearly all (maybe 98+%) of them mentioned, in one way, or the other, the 'size. “I love you,” I whispered in his ear.“Then fuck me, idiot.”Laughing, I raised my pelvis upwards and pushed it in again, feeling a surge of ecstasy. “Fuuck,” I moaned. The feeling was amazing – his rectum tightening around six-and-a-half inches of my sex. I did it again, and again, slowly and slowly. This was good… this was fucking amazing. I thrust, moaning, gasping, as my sweat spilled onto Saahil. Then I hugged him from the behind, biting and sucking his neck, not realising that he had been. The girls sat on the couch and I opened a bottle of wine. I handed them their drinks and started the movie. I was a lucky bastard sitting between these beautiful women. We keep it pretty cool in the house so we handed Allison a blanket to make her more comfortable. Soon after the movie started, I felt a hand rubbing my crotch. Allison was smiling at me. She was getting me so turned on that I had to excuse myself and leave the room to calm down. When I came back, I noticed my wife was still on. She knew that her mnd going round ib circles like this could only lead her to trouble. She had to do something, anything, just to get her mind off Mike and what was probably a very innocent offer of company that she was just blowing out of proportion more and more with each passing moment.Making a decision, one she thought she'd regret later, she grabbed her phone and sent Chris a text. Fancy taking me for coffee she sent. The reply was almost immediate. "Not today, but I can come over.