Both back doors opened and the one man knelt down and started to eat Anna out, the other man got out and walked around to where we were standing. Anna... pulled the man up, he had his pants down, his dick standing proud. His hard dick slid easily into my wife’s wet pussy. The man started out slow then picked up speed. After a minute I realized this man was fucking Anna really hard, almost like a grudge fuck. He was pounding away on her and showing no mercy. Anna was holding him tight and moaning. She was braless.A couple of high heeled sandals completed her sexy outfit.Standing beside my wife at the bar, I noticed a hand was running its way up the back of Ana’s thigh and underneath her skirt. I looked to see the owner of the hand and saw it was a young black guy.I did not say any word, just waiting to see what he would do…I was also interested to see what Anita’s reaction would be when she would notice that this was not an accidental touch and it was not me touching her. Now this black. But, that proposition lingered for the entire party. As the party progressed into the night my girlfriend continued her assault on the bar...one martini after another. By the time people were leaving the party, I, along with another male friend, had to carry her up to bed. The last time she drank like that she was out cold for 12 hours! Finally, the last of the guests left. I headed up to bed. I was disappointed as I passed Lena's bedroom to see that she appeared fast asleep. Dejected, I. Whenever that was I woke you up to move off me this morning." I bet I can resurrect it," she said, rising and straddling my legs."Cheryl!" Oh, relax, Uncle Randy. I won't put it in, even if I do get it up." She lowered her body until she could stroke her clit along the underside of my shaft held in her right hand. When she finally gasped, threw her left arm around my neck, and buried her face in my shoulder while she came, it was still as floppy as a Mylar ribbon.Far below us and a little to.