I had been trying and encouraging my wife to engage in my fantasy in the hope she would fuck some guy . she did for a while go along with the whole ...idea in bed but then got very board with it I still kept wishing thing would change . June 2014 was the turning point for us we met this black guy by pure chance at the complex we were staying at we talked and had a few tighter when he left I could see she was interested I asked what she taught of him and with a very stern look she asked if it. I could not believe how much I wanted to thrust deep into her pussy and take her. Suddenly, I pounced on her, driving her back to the pillows, my hands still gripping her ass, the length of my hard cock grinding into her jean covered pussy. She let go of the headboard, grabbing my ass, holding me against her, as I humped her, practically fucking her through her half opened cut-offs. No longer were we playing games. This was drunk, raw, animalistic lust. Letting go of her ass, I grabbed the. Reaching her fingers out to him she tenderly traced the muscles in his abs, along his torso to his sides bringing him back down to her level once again resuming the kiss he had broken. He felt her body softening and yet felt it straining at the same time, wanting more of what he was giving, responding to his every tender command. He broke the kiss softly and slowly began making his way down over her chin to the hollow of her tender throat, his hands untying the ribbon at the front of the gown. As she began to moan her breath became quicker, but she pulled away and demanded that he “show me your asshole.” At this point whether her color was blush or excitement was subject to debate, but sighing he turned, placing his knees on either side of her shoulders, straddled her and began to kiss her pussy (happy that she couldn’t see his complexion). “Satisfied?” he murmured into her. She whimpered a yes as he continued to enjoy her lovely wet recesses. Then she touched him sending a shock.