I’m stroking you with a firm grip, you moan into my neck. I’m moaning, so soft and light you have to be near me, on me, or in me to hear it. I rub... harder, furiously faster, and OMG the feeling is so vivid. My legs shake, and my arm is cramping and my fucking fingers are going numb. I continue to polish my exquisite, pleasure switch……. The stranger is boldly watching us and completely turned on. He releases his now hard dick from his pants and begins to stroke it. I look over at him. Our eyes. His massive bull-like testicle began a steady slap, slap, slap on her ass. My sweet, petite, innocent little wife began to murmur obscenities that I’d never heard her say before. “Fuck me you son-of-a-bitch!” “Make me your white whore.” “Oh Fuck, yes, right there, YES, OOOOOOHGOD. I’M CUMMING!” The orgasm that crashed into her was more intense than anything I had ever produced. Her entire body quaked and for the first time, a frothy liquid gushed from her and covered the black invader. Otis. She insisted that there were no witnesses to her shameful humping. She would be horribly humiliated if any of them heard her sordid whining and groaning telling Mister Pillow what a good job he was doing to make her feel so good down there. The pink pillow was stained in memorable places and she loved resting her face in it when she dozed off because the scent of her sins was enough to keep her twat excited even though the humping was over and she was innocent on the outside but with her tummy. Joe would be working late through Tuesday. If she could slip into his bed very late Sunday night, they could have a relaxed and delicious time together Monday morning. The same could happen -- if she was very lucky -- Tuesday and Wednesday mornings. So, Friday and Saturday nights, she decided, would be devoted to her husband. She'd be there for him all evening, and the next morning as well. Maybe after that she could get away with spitting three nights.Incredibly, Pete almost seemed to approve.