The most difficult part was dragging the dress down, it was a snug fit, magnifying every curve on her. I knelt in front of her and grabbed the dress, ...just between her legs, I caught her scent, clean and sweet, it's a smell I've always loved. I thought the veins in my neck were going to explode, I almost buried my face in that lovely crotch, but I knew if I did, I'd be lucky to get out alive, and I'd never hear from her again. The dress finally hit the floor, and I looked up. Not the black lace. “I’ll give you twenty, but you have to leave your top off,” he said.She raised her eyebrows. “For how long?”He shrugged. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll hold your top until you pay back the twenty.”She agreed. She handed her top to James, who sat there with a gleaming smile on his face.The stakes of the game went higher then, with the ante upped to ten cents. Soon, I was out of pennies. My husband looked over at me, a big grin on his face. All the guys were grinning.“OK,” I said with a. He growls and brings his hand out of her jeans and spins her round to face him, his hand still toying with her nipple as he pulls her closely to him. She moans as she feels his cock tip rub against her waist, she reaches down and pushes his jeans down to his knees. She grazes her lips over his before dropping to her knees and kisses his cock tip, both his hands now gripping her shoulders as her tongue dances over his erect cock tip. She closes her mouth over the tip and suckles, swirling her. He was soon between her legs and I was once again treated to the sight of my wife being shagged by a stranger. I could hear the slurping noise as his dick went in and out Trish’ cunt. The slurping noise of course caused by her being full of the black guy’s sponk. It didn’t take him long, he was soon moaning as he added his sponk to my wife’s cunt. They pulled Trish’ coat together but didn’t bother fixing any other of her clothing. They were just going to leave when the white guy said. “I think.