The sound of moaning reached my ears, so for a long moment I lay still and accessing the sound. At first it did sound like someone was in pain but ver...y soon I realized that it was actually pleasure that caused the long groan and deep sighs. Maybe one of the aunts Was getting busy with some guy? It was too much for me not to investigate. For years this had been a question and I couldn't pass up being the one who could answer if the aunts got fucked regularly or not. So creeping from my bed I. She was the one who tossed a baseball with me, and threw footballs more or less at me, when I was ten or eleven, like she was trying to make up for the father I didn’t have. She knew her way around a tool box too, having been independent for twenty some odd years without a man around the house. Danny still went over to her house when something needed fixing, but they usually worked on whatever it was together. Of them all, my grandmother was the closest to being my buddy. She never yelled at. Now the other black male moved closer to the couple, not touching her, but whispering in her other ear as they watched my wife and the black guy. I could not hear what he was saying to her, but I did notice her glance at him from time to time. I also watched as the other couple as hubby got his hand inside her blouse and was really working over her tits now.I moved to the other side of the car door, watching Cheryl as she was sucking greedily on the ten inch black cock sliding in and out of her. We have been together for some time now, andthe honeymoon period is well and truly over, but westill lead an active warm and loving sex life if alittle bit stayed at times, and definitely nothingadventurous.Back to my imagination I would never, nor could I evercontemplated an affair, I love Sally and would notwish to either hurt her. Saying that though, myimagination is forever seeking some form of sexualadventurism. Sally is not a prude by any means, butfor example she will not even sunbathe.