I despaired at my appearance,how I'd never look good enough to do that slinky number justice.The self-pity didn't last long. The pull, the need to wea... that liquidsilver, was too much. I got the shower running nice and hot, and Istepped inside to take care of business. The too-warm water woke me up,reminded me I'd only look as good as I made myself. After taking a fewsecond to get acclimated I lathered up my armpits and grabbed a razor,then got to work. There was a lot of neglect to take care. I launched the video app and played the first movie. Becky watched over my shoulder, providing narrative at times. I had a hard time believing that my little Becky could take such a large cock totally inside of her. Watching the two fuck gave me a raging hard on. I played the second vid, it was when Rob was fucking her doggy style. Becky took my hard cock out of my pants and jacked me while we watched. I was facinated watching that big black cockhead split her pink pussy lips and disappear into. There was a moment of silence. I almost started to worry that my wife was afraid to have that conversation."Are you sure she's not listening?" my wife almost whispered."She's too busy ignoring my hard cock," I laughed.Christine's eyebrows shot up and she gave me a mean look as she pulled my hard cock down and caught it with her teeth. She gave me a look as she threatened to bite me. I caressed her cheek and grinned."That's mean," my wife exclaimed as all of that was happening. "I'll make the. “What?” I manage. “Well…” You move back up next to me, looking into my eyes again. “What would really turn me on..” Your hand is still in my lap, your fingers making absent minded circles around my now purple head. Your fingers move as though you’re playing with your hair. Round, and round, so gently that you don’t even seem to know you’re doing it, but the feeling is so intense I can barely hear your words. “What would really turn me on is to meet you at the weekend. Then we’d really have time.