I remember one weekend when it all started, I was lying on the sofa watching a cartoon that I wasn’t paying attention to. I was watching the rain, h...oping for it to clear up, when Manju came down the stairs, jumping the last three and landing so her miniskirt flew up around her belly-button, exposing her pink knickers and beautiful rear-end to my wild eyes for a few teasing seconds. Oh, how I wanted to spank that behind. Manju took up her usual spot on the floor and began playing with her new. The gigolo had convinced her for a fuck. He made her sit on his thigh with one leg raised and squatting with her other leg.He had his wrist under her hip, supporting her weight, rubbing her clit with gentle touches while dexterously fondling her boobs with his other hand. I knew what my pretty wife was thinking. She was fantasizing about Benoy with her eyes closed and her back turned to Manik.He rolled a ribbed condom on his dick and positioned it a Shimona’s pussy entrance. With only one push,. She smiled naughtily, held my hand and said, ” I have a surprise for you.” I asked her what it was, she just said, “Close your eyes, let my hand guide yours.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.She started moving my hand over her thighs on top of her clothes, then she moved it towards her navel and gently near her breasts. I could feel the warmth of her body beneath the texture of her clothes. I started caressing her nipples and realized that she had taken off her bra.I opened my eyes and. "She's waiting for you," was all he said and put down the phone."Who... who are you talking to?" she asked, the first trace of apprehension creeping into her voice."Your evening's entertainment," he replied."Peter, I can't..." Of course you can, Lynn. It's what whore's do, especially beautiful Black whores."Despite her trepidation, her entire body tingled from the infusion of the racial overtone."He's nearby so you shouldn't have to wait long." What do you want me to do?" she asked."Pleasure.