First a little background, we've been married for 11 years, our sex life was good not great. We had tried other partners, all white men, but they seem...ed to not add to our sexual experience. Then, earlier this year, a black male that my wife worked with,began making sexual advances towards her. My wife had never been with a black man nor had she ever made mention of a desire to. So I was a bit surprised when she grew intent on having sex with a black. She did, and her experience was a resounding. We went inside and I told him to make himself comfortable and brought us both a beer.I sat down next to him on the sofa and I started making polite conversation. Now that I had finally worn him down to the point of coming inside my home, I wanted to see how much more I could coax from him.I had no idea.I was busy chattering away like a pissed off squirrel when he turned to me. "Where is your bedroom?" he asked.I stopped talking looking at him puzzled. I was talking about my new job, how I liked. Taking her lower lip between my two lips n chewing them at the same time putting my fingers inside her panty to explore her pussy this act of mine made her very comfortable and she tried to release from me. but I held her tight to me and continued caressing her pussy walls they were moist with the juices flowing. I liked her lips so much that I couldn’t resist the temptation to have a bite on them she left out a moan and tried to move away again. I got pissed on her repeated attempts to move. And, sure enough, he started massaging my shoulders, rubbing his hands over me, willing all of the tension from my muscles. He rubbed his gentle hands down my back, from one side to the other, back up to my shoulders, then down my back again. He’s not a professional masseuse – I’ve had therapeutic massages, and while they are sensual, they’re not erotic – but Bill’s hands were caressing me in a way that sent shivers all up and down my spine. I could feel the moisture building in my pussy, the.