...“Yeeeessssss...I am cumming you whore”, David said. He then fell on top of her. From underneath his black body, my wife looked at her phone and... waved at me. I disconnected the call.Most guys don’t understand my point. I absolutely love sharing my wife. I know she is fucking and sucking other men to please me mostly, but she admits, she gets alot of pleasure out of it herself.I did my chores around the house and must admit, wondered what my wife was doing. I showered and was watching. I made MUCH more there, but it wasn't enough but to go out 2 or 3 times a month, and stay within my means. I was raised by frugal folks, that insisted on saving as much as they could "for a rainy day." That was just one more reason for me to look elsewhere. I lived in a one bedroom apartment, barely more than an efficiency, and IT cost almost 1500 a month. A 2 bedroom would have run me over 2500 a month. I had a small car, and was paying over 4 dollars a gallon for gas. A hamburger and fries. So, I smiled, warmly, a little bashfully even. “Well… open it!” Kathie prodded as I held the paper wrapped box. I did open it. At first trying to be careful and not rip the paper too much… finally realizing that it didn’t matter, it all came off and I popped the tape holding the top box half to the bottom. I opened the box and there folded neatly inside what that same bright red Ohio State sweatshirt I’d seen Kathie wear for the first time in the Library that fateful night some. “I mustn’t say no!” I clamped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late. God, how stupid could I be? Monique grinned brightly. I tried to stand up, but right at that moment, their fingertips brushed over my crotch, and all I could do was suck in a whistling breath and contain the moan. The gusset of my lace panties grew damp. This wasn’t the game we used to play! “Jeffrey’s been dreaming of you ever since the first time we saw you.” Monique kept up her whispering. Fingers rubbed over my pussy.