Cara was just finishing up shower, having left me trying to catch my breath after some of the most intense fucking I had ever had. I lay on the end of... the bed watching her towel down her glistening ebony skin, her amazing bountiful curves keeping my attention the entire time.A lot of her friends didn’t approve of us being together, what with me being a white guy from the UK. We only get to see each other a handful of times a year, and the rest of the time we spoke daily online via Skype and XH.. All my mind could focus on was that ass and those legs.She disappeared into her room slowly slinking along the door and looking over her shoulder seductively as she disappeared out of sight. I followed her through my erection leading the way and stepping through the door catch my breath at what I see.Lying across the bed is my aunt; she had discarded the nightshirt and panties and is waiting on me expectantly. She had angled herself so that she was sprawled across the covers, her breasts. She would move her hips against him and get him moving again.Whatever they were doing you won't be part of it. That bed is no longer your domain; your wife has someone else in there now with her.After a while you will feel too tired to stand there and you will climb those stairs to get into bed. Not your bed of course; the spare bedroom that she will have prepared earlier for you. She will also have left a clean shirt for you and a change of socks and underwear for next morning. There would be. "Indeed," she agreed, climbing off the bed. She crossed the room and opened the door. "Aren't you coming?" she asked."Aren't you going to get dressed first?" I gasped."No," was all she said as she stepped out into the hallway.For a long moment, I just sat there stunned. Keep in mind that this was the early eighties, long after the 'anything goes' of the sixties had past.I leapt to the door and stepped out into the hall. At first I couldn't see Jess, or anyone else for that matter. I sighed with.