One of them told me I had a hot sexy wife and she looked great in stockings, and they hoped they would get to see more as the evening wore on. They as...ked me if she dressed for sex. They were cheeky, to say the least, and Margaret was being a bit bashful. Nevertheless, during the evening they gave her plenty of attention, dancing with her often. She would come back to the table and sit with me a while, then one of them would get her to dance. She disappeared for a short time and when she came. " Angela, my wife, was talking about John Garfield, my best friend. "What do you want for for your birthday?" Angela asked me as she was getting ready to go to her office. My birthday was just two days away."I would like nothing better than a divorce." I spoke as I adjusted my tie, "As per prenuptial you will have to walk away with what you brought into this marriage - nothing."She looked at my reflection in the mirror and found no smile floating on my lips. "You are serious, aren't you?" Damn. Brittany head swung violently as Kevin slapped her hard across the face."Shut it bitch," he growled. "Do that one more time and I'll gut you like a fish." He pulled out a knife and waved it menacingly in her face. Brittany whimpered, tears trickling down her cheek."Good girl. Now, if you want some food, you'd better give me a damn good blowjob." He pulled out his erect cock and slapped her with it. Brittany opened her mouth and Kevin shoved it deep down into her throat."ACKGOGKKKC," she. If I’d have picked either the chocolate or the cola flavour the sight and thought of one nut-brown cock in her white pussy and a black one pumping her mouth, would have surely pushed me over the edge a little too quickly for her liking. No, on this occasion I was meant to keep up, she wanted endurance tonight, I felt like I was in competition, and that blew my mind!Stood to the side of the four poster I planted my lips around the raised mound-de-Venus, my tongue lapping the wetness that was.