So she can imagine she's fucking some semi-stranger.But here's my secret, a secret I haven't even told Lucy. Like a lot of guys, I kind of get off on ...the idea of my wife fucking other men. I know that puts me in some category of wimp/cuckold to some people. I don't know, it just appeals to me.Of course, we've never done anything like that. But I can't say the thought hasn't occurred to me. I don't know if it has occurred to Lucy. I never asked her. But I've got a plot going now. I've been. .only able to watch. She worked herself up to a fever pitch and then stopped several times never allowing herself to orgasm. I could only stand watch with my dick jutting out from my body swaying and quivering each time she bit her lower lip. For what had to have been half an hour she kept me motionless, dead in my tracks watching her cunt ooze juice down her thick ass thighs. Streaks of her lube and the pattern of her fishnets teased my tongue. Her happy squeals seemed to be farther away. I could have a great time with her, I love the idea of a bit of race play, messing with the idea of slavery, checking her teeth, taunting her about breeding her, putting a collar on her and whipping her butt. I imagine forcing her down between my legs, fingers gripping her corn rows as those plump lips tease my swollen clit. I force myself over the edge, moisture dripping from me and leaving a damp patch on the sheets. I could certainly enjoy breaking Chantelle but ... I know it sounds racist. Getting up, I took her hand and into the bedroom we strode.I suspect Rosemarie had never seen such a large and tall bed. I asked her if she would like a few minutes just to look around and she was pleased to say yes. I showed her the private bathroom, and where she could find clean towels.She looked into the walk in closet. She laughed, it was bigger than her cubicle. She looked into the drawers of the dresser. All this for one person seemed a bit over the top for her. And then she asked a.