It was obvious there had been a brutal fuck session in there.It was a huge turn on, seeing my wife naked with a black lad, covered in cum after having... been used like a piece of meat. I masturbated again that morning before leaving for work, with the vision of my well-fucked wife naked with the African teenager etched into my mind.--When I returned home from work that day, I found Victor lying naked on the couch with my wife straddling his head and riding his face. He was slurping and sucking. I may have to sleep with you on the nights when I sleep, for comfort."I chuckled and told her it was okay with me as long as she didn't snore too much. I dozed off in a few minutes with Joy breathing softly in my ear.I awoke the next morning with Joy sound asleep next to me. I got up and after my ablutions, fixed us some breakfast of "grits" and leftover rabbit.About the time the food was finished, Joy came walking into the kitchen. "Fred, it is work to try to get you regenerating. I am not. Another way Annie thought about it was music and dancing. A great dance song ebbs and flows, setting up those moments where movement can't be denied. The beat is undeniable, just like her clit being rubbed or pressed in rhythm. The best songs, in her opinion, build and build. The band or the beat is tight until it's incited to let loose and play more intensely to the point it, and all the dancers, are just holding on as the song takes on a life of its own.Their new sex paradigm made her the DJ.. ” Every man at the bar was staring at her. I waved the nearest man over to the table as I put a finger partially in her pussy; it was wet. Even as she resisted showing herself to the strange men, she was becoming aroused, as I had planned. When he arrived, I asked the man his name. “John,” he replied. I said: “John, sit down on he other side of my wife.” (We were not married, of course.) Moni tried to edge toward me. I took John’s nearest hand and placed it on her thigh and told him we were.