Pretty girls like you. Now park your car over there and come into the house.' She reversed the Mercedes into the driveway and waited while I moved my ...ar, smiling as I got out and walked towards her clutching my bag to my chest. My head was a whirl of emotions and my legs were threatening to give way under me. I felt like crying. She smiled, turned her back on me and marched up the pathway to the front door of a very impressive house.She appeared to be in her early forties and was dressed in a. .. And then, it's my turn."I pulled her up to a standing position. Out of her heels, she was almost half a foot shorter than I. I stood close, forcing her to look up at me. I began to unbutton her jacket.Undressing her in this way was an old pastime for us. Her undressing me from this position was more rare but still frequent enough to be familiar.This time, we took turns, finding comfort in the exchange of little love touches. Throwing clothes in random patterns around the living room ... the. I heard the noise again and decided it was coming from our bedroom. I got up to see if everything was alright. My wife was in there with her newest sex partner, a very large black man. I wasn't sure what I would find and hoped she hadn't gotten into something over her head. I slowly opened the door. The bathroom light was on so I could see everything going on. My wife was naked on the bed on all fours. Her black lover was behind her trying to get his huge cock in her. He had the head of it. ..What can be more humiliating than having your wife, dressed in normalstreet clothing, taking pictures and filming you on her phone, as twohuge cocks slowly enter both of your quivering holes, filling your mouthand stretching your ass as they begin their slow, torturous movementthrough your body, which is now yours only in the physical sensation ofbeing forcefully penetrated deeper and deeper, pushing through theopening of your ass, pushing through the back of your throat, impalingyou as they.