But then again why not. My fantasy scene was always the same thing, over and over, and it would make any married man smile to know that his wife's ho...ttest fantasy was the two of them with a random hot Black or Latina chic! Especially my husband.....As the Host leads us through the corridor to the back of the establishment, my mind is racing, my heart is beating faster with each step, and my pussy is wet, really wet. I grab my husbands hand and briefly brush against his crotch, it's rock hard.. Dylan whisperd for me to lie on my back, when i was getting comfortable, he started to give me the most wet and sloppy blow job i have ever had, even to this day! When my cock was all wet and dripping, Dylan got up and turned around on his hands and knees, he told me to get his ass all wet so it wouldn't hurt. So i spread his cheeks and spat a couple times, then rubbed my cock in it and slowly pushed my big pink bell end into his ass, when my tip went in dylan let out a massive moan. When i. ”I couldn’t believe what she was saying, and what I was doing. I mean I’m not gay, right.“You like that idea. “I can tell, because your getting close.” She said. “Pick up the glass.”I was hoping I wouldn’t get off, because in some way it would mean I didn’t like his cum in my mouth. She was right though, it was going to happen and it was happening so quickly. I picked up the glass and with everyone watching I shot a stream into the glass. On my second shot I even let out a little grunt though. . Bitch ... Yes..."The bitch would be Dubert's companion from the evening previously, a long legged blonde who worked one of the local clubs. Wolfgang had spent a week watching, making his plans and waiting for the best opportunity. He had little doubt that Dubert was under surveillance by the German Bundespolizei and so the risks were not small. Killing the man would be the easy part, getting away with it would be more problematic. Until recently that might have made a difference, perhaps even.