She introduces herself and tells me that the guy is her husband and how much they love the club scene, dancing, etc. She compliments my wife on how pr...etty she is and what a silly man I am to be sitting here when the hotness is out there. Is she flirting with me? We talk for a bit more, watching our spouses dance. He's being pretty liberal with his hands and my wife's body. Dancing close, a little grinding here and there, etc. They then come back to our booth and sit down. We chat for a bit and. .." I started tospeak stumbling in my words.He quickly turned around watching me come towards him, his mouth dropped."Oh my dear...you didn't drink the whole beaker did you my..well deargirl," he said.I sadly nodded up and down, "Yes the whole thing..it wasn't my fault itjust smelled soo lovely and tasted like drops of heaven..and.," he cut meoff hugging me tightly."Oh this is going to be hard to explain to your mother..and father...crap...um, don't do anything stupid," he said reaching for his. It wasn’t long before I saw my wife take all of his 10” into her mouth and the head of it was clearly seen in her throat and his balls were resting on her chin, and she was massaging his ass-cheeks, holding him in place. He had a hand of his on each side of her head and slowly fucked her mouth and throat, gradually picking up speed, as he talked dirty to her, something she liked when I did it. “That’s it bitch! Suck that black cock, like the black cock slut you want to be and soon will be!. I might have to enlist help to keep you satisfied.” Yvette mumbled in her sleepy voice while continuing to stroke me.“What type of help do you have in mind” I asked puzzled by her statement. Yvette always made it her routine to grab my dick whenever she wanted to express herself which normally consisted of her telling me not to share it with anyone whenever I went to hang out with friends. But now her angelic face was looking up at me as she ground her breast into the side of my arm.“I don’t.