She started touching herself more and more as the years went on. At first it was innocent, but after a while she could hardly do it enough to satisfy ...herself. She found her mind wandering more and more when she was really involved, and she often found herself thinking about Nick. She liked to pretend he was touching her, kissing her, and it was enough to drive her over the edge. It was one of those days, and Kate was in a particularly horny mood. She'd been sitting by the pool in the back yard,. If the neighbours could only see me now, eh? But they can't. Only you can see me, on my back, and my hand moving down my rounded tummy, and playing with the lace along the top of my knickers.I slide a fingertip into the band, and close my eyes. I wish it was your fingertip. I wonder how it would feel for your cock to be slipping in, feeling the soft lace, and throbbing hot against my smooth skin. But it's not time for your cock just yet. Perhaps later...Fingers. Probing, teasing, wriggling. Later that night Erin and I had wild sex for the first time in weeks. She later confessed to me that she always had a fantasy of being made love to by a black man. She had asked me if I’d ever be turned on watching another man make love to her and I replied that I wasn’t sure. I’d read stories on the internet about fictional couples getting involved in interracial parties where the husband always watched. Thos stories turned me on a lot but I never considered watching my own wife making love. Marshal just smiled nervously and turned down an offer a strangeman had just made him to go home. When another stranger offered to buyhim a drink though, Marshal accepted, wondering what it would be like todrink.After a little bit, the two boys found themselves sitting at a tablewith two men talking to them. Marshal felt embarrassed but tried not toshow it. He took slow sips of his drink, talking pleasantly with theguy who seemed intent on him. Though Marshal wasn't very comfortable, hedid.