He told me that both his mate and he were horny. They would have some relief with my sensual body.I asked where my husband was. Jackson laughed and to...ld me that the other colleagues were entertaining my loving Victor at the golf club; until he and Peter could enjoy my company…Peter then pulled my legs apart; pushing them wide open he started to kiss the inside of my thighs, up and down, back and forth…I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan, as Jackson took my hand bringing it up to his hard. Friday evening I hurried home to get cleaned up so I could get out of the house before Mr. Insatiable arrived. After tossing all my dirty work cloths in the laundry room I headed to the shower. The door to the restroom off our bedroom was closed so I hit the master bathroom shower. As I was drying off I opened to door to unsteam the mirror. My wife called to me that she had laid me some cloths out. I said thank you babe. I lathered my face to shave and as I started I felt something cold touch. Finally she asked, still laughing, "Um, is that how you're supposed to do it?"I put on a contemplative look, like I was judging fine wine. "Yeah, I thought it was pretty good, if what you're looking for is something aggressive" I laughed and then continued, "Of course there are times when you'll probably want to kiss more tenderly."I got up to load some paper into a printer that had run out. Then I walked up to her and we shyly put our arms around each other, then we kissed more like lovers,. My name is Livingston Brookes. Don’t call me Livy, either. I hate that name. I seem to start out here hating a lot of things. I’m really not like that. Just as many people loved me as loved Talbot. I’m a bit like him in a lot of ways. I’m tall, athletic and smarter than he is. The biggest difference between us is that I’m black and he’s white. That doesn’t matter to me. There were only nine black kids in our high school and I didn’t care for most of them. A white family adopted me when I was.