In the darkness I heard some kissing and soft moans.I peeked around the corner. I saw Anita sprawled out on the main sofa with her date’s face burie...d between her thighs. My sweet wife’s pale legs were propped up over that black guy’s muscular shoulders. There was just enough light to see him darting three fingers in and out of Anita's dripping wet snatch while he masterfully pulled and tugged on her engorged clit with his tongue and lips.My loving wife was squirming and bucking and trying to. First, it was a new dress or lingerie, then a special dinner with wine, then dancing, and best, with all these ending on our marriage bed.Our sex, while vanilla, was again satisfying and sketches in the book, Joy of Sex, told us how to experiment for different flavors. The changing sexual culture swirling around us, however, also shook our marital bed with ideas of greener grass on the other side of the marriage fence, not just doing different positions together.We didn't talk about it. It was. You rest your head on my shoulder and I kiss the base of your neck, stepping forward into me you feel the press of my hard cock against your hips and a sudden jolt of excitement runs through you. I whisper to you how beautiful you are and how much I want to fuck you. You loosen your hands from mine and begin to unbuckle my belt. My hand reaches the back of your neck and the other grabs your ass. You pull down my zipper and my cock bulges in my briefs. You pull the elastic from my skin and slide. “Certainly wet…not sure whether you want another fuck or whether you are just leaking the jizz from the last one.”Finally finding some confidence Claire responded “Always ready to serve you, Dominus” although in truth her recent fucking had broken and depleted her and the last thing she wanted was his cock, or any cock back inside her until she was rested and healed.“Quite” he responded evenly as her turned his attention to her tits, roughly massaging and pinching them, before manhandling her.