I sure it will be late. Ok, honey."They left!My wife just went out with another man. A big black man and I did nothingabout it.I was both excited and ...depressed at the same time.I went into the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of wine.I watch some TV but could not concentrate at all.I just kept thinking about what they were doing.I was getting a little tired so I finally went up to our bedroom. I touchAnn's side of the bed. She was gone. I missed her. Her presence, hersmell, her.Her. . I’m sure it said as much on the back of the magazine. In bright, bold slightly lurid colours. The paper was so glossy and shiny. I was surprised just by how heavy the magazine was and how realistic the colour was. I was shocked and surprised and instantly drawn to the intensity of what I was looking at. Well-dressed and well-groomed beauties – men and women. Threesomes, women kissing, the big cocks, pudenda, penetration, sperm!The sight of a hard, veiny cock ploughing into a shaved ‘cunt’.. Can you imagine? So it ended up being only her wiping off their cum then fucking the only guy left standing while the other two watched, rather then a foursome. She’d also been with another girl before, and loved it, but she wants to tell you about that later so I’ll not say any more about it now. She’d admitted to me several times she was very curious to be with another girl and a guy at the same time because of all the “possibilities” she could imagine. She’d said if the situation ever. Mr. Watanabe flickered the lights to announce our presence, and all eyes turned to us as Mr. Watanabe introduced us in short, staccato bursts of Japanese. At the end of his introduction, we were treated to a polite round of applause, and then Mr. Watanabe ushered us each to a bedroom. He instructed me to shower and put on a kimono, which lay on the bed.Mr. Watanabe returned after a few minutes, and confided "Mr. Mori, the most senior of our members, has done you the honor of selecting you. He.