“Have fun Bobbi, I know I will,” she said as she rubbed each of their crotches. I walked to the window and watched as my prim and proper legal sec...etary wife got in the cab of a pickup with two 20-year-old black guys. I was devastated and didn’t know what to do. “Lets me and you Wayne go out and have some fun,” Jeff proposed. Wayne was the other white guy. I told him I didn’t feel comfortable going out dressed, let’s just stay in the room and fool around. Jeff suggested we just ride around for. Sarah knew her hand couldn't hold me in place if I truly resisted, so she simply leaned back and used her substantial weight to push me down towards the floor. In a mere moment I was on my back with Sarah's full weight on my face. I could no longer breathe, let alone move."That, slave, was a huge mistake," Sarah said, her voice a mix of anger and amusement. "I guess you need more training."Sarah shifted her weight slightly, just enough to allow me to breathe without any chance of being let. John is tan skinned, dark hair, dark eyes, okay looking I guess. His friend William though is not at all what I had expected. First off he is black, no the darkest black man I have ever seen but still dark skinned. Then again compared to me everyone is dark. He was of slightly more then medium build, looked like maybe 6"2' or near that. I had never thought much about black men before but he wasn't that bad looking at all. Walking up to the two of them Jessica introduced me. After the short. What exactly could anyone find attractive about me. Sure, in my youth I had breasts to kill, an hourglass figure to envy, and the baby-got-back behind that many men drool over. But as I looked at the person in the mirror I could not help but wonder, what happened? Well that was easy. I started letting myself go after marriage, getting into that ‘comfy’ stage. The baby-got-back bottom was more like baby-got-too-much-back now. The hourglass had a few extra lumps and handles where there shouldn’t.