Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a ...black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come. .. where a "J" was leaning on my car. 'Thought so.'"Well ... come on. I decided to walk." I grabbed her by the arm and hustled, really muscled, her out to the veranda where we surprised the first "J". I grabbed her with my other hand and we were off. One girl in boots, the other in slippers. I hummed a little ditty as we splashed through the drying mud on the way to the store."What is that tune? I'm sure I've heard it before." Said like twins the world over.I sang the words."Oh, what tangled. The crowd watching our wild sexual antics like two performing porn stars. I half closed my eyes as my partner worked his trouser covered cock into my seriously aroused slot. Without even knowing each other's names, my dance partner pulled my hair gently, raising my head toward his. He kissed my neck and ran his tongue along my ear and whispered."I want to fuck you! I want to drive my cock into this cheating slut pussy!"I squirmed with unabashed lust, as his trouser clad snake pushed my tight. I threw my head back and shot my load on his chest and my chest. It felt good being able to cum on someone. I thought it was over until you laid me down on the floor. He put some pillows behind my head and back.I didn't know what he was gonna do next. He cupped his hand and scooped my cum off of my chest and off of his chest and started rubbing it on his cock. The remaining cum he rubbed on my tight ass hole. He told me he wanted to do me bareback and asked if i trusted that he was clean. I.