Hmmm just how much of our love life has my wife discussed with her sister?” I wondered. “So you have come back!” I stated rhetorically. “I ...have been dreaming of your thick black cock!” She had never dated a black man or even been kissed by one and all the jokes she had heard about size she had dismissed as stereotypical bullshit. She had however walked in on me once or twice when we all lived together, I guess in curious effort to find out. Sitting on her haunches she licked and began to. .. I was lucky enough to live only 25 miles from the gay capitol of Britain and working near by as well gave me lots of opportunities to check out the scene and to see what's happening in the bars, clubs, beaches, toilets, and alleyways without being on the scene myself, I sometimes drove my car there on week nights and take a nice walk along the coastal paths and sit myself on the beach near the two piers, I would just sit there and watch all the gay activity going on under the pier, I worked. She looked dreamily into my eyes…body swaying to a tune she was hearing in her head. Gone was the plaid shirt, jeans and hiking boots she sported in our previous meeting…this was purely indoor wear, sandals on her otherwise bare feet…a long light blue skirt that extended well below her knees and an untucked silk blouse covering her braless torso..Julia’s smile was dazzling, hypnotic…unlike the last time she WAS THE ONE IN CONTROL…AND REVELING IN THE KNOWLEDGE…“I so enjoy you being happy. You will all have a number according to your line in the queue. The first guy is number one, second guy number two... Then when you have all finished. My wife will shout out the numbers of the guys she wants to fuck. However, there will be no condoms involved so if you are opposed to that you may as well not touch her unless you want to drive yourself crazy. Understand?” They all nod and I have never seen grown men move into an orderly queue so fast. I walk around to the passenger seat and.