He began fucking her. Deep and slow. Asking if she was okay. Fucking her with long strokes. Controlling himself. Getting her comfortable. Getting her ...ready for the real fucking that was to follow.Five minutes, then ten, then fifteen passed before he said, “Okay Dana, I have to do it. I have to fuck you. You’re ready and those are my orders.”She girl seemed uncertain but tried to nod despite having a rock-hard dick down her throat and two hands gripping her head.“Good girl. You’ll be fine. Are. I was still tired and went back to the bed, but was just resting and not sleeping. My husband was downstairs and then came into our room. “How about a massage?” “Sure, that sounds lovely.” At first, he just moved my pajamas out of the way and just rubbed my back and my lower back. “Get undressed honey.” I did as he said to do. I laid on my back and he went to the bathroom to get the baby oil. He poured oil on his hands and worked out the knots that were there on my neck. His fingers were. As I was drying, I noticed that my wife had placed some garments on the bathroom counter. I picked them up and noticed a hot red pair of string bikinis, a black garter belt and black silk thigh-high stockings. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. ‘You’re kidding right?’ I yelled out of the bathroom door. She walked over to the bathroom sipping her wine and began rubbing her hand down my hairless body. ‘My, don’t we feel nice and smooth,’ she said. ‘No, I’m not kidding and by the size of your. She's really, really pretty. I like her," she responded. Before she added, "How come you've never been honest with me about that... about your relationship with her?" What do you mean?" I tried to fend her off."You know exactly what I mean. You never said anything about living with her. How she started seeing black men, that you actually set her up, and encouraged her..." Wait a minute. That's just her version. I didn't set her up or anything. That was just something she did," I.