"This is the night for it, if ever." He reached under the couch and came out with plastic bag containing a vibrator and a tube of something called Aph...rodisia. It all looked new. He handed it to me, with devilish interest on his face, "Here, use this to put on a little show." I was happy to oblige. I had my own vibrator at home, I knew just what to do. John didn't move, so I nestled into him, slid down so my head was on his leg, his cock against my cheek. I lifted and spread my legs. I started. He knew that Mandy was on the verge of cumming too, and had to wait until then, otherwise the Bantu watching would think him weak. He clenched his jaw as he fucked into her, pressing his cock downward against her clitty.He slid his hand down beneath her, stroking her belly, then sliding it in between her legs to manipulate her clit. She gave a loud gasp and redoubled her own pounding movements, sending her ass slapping back against his thrusting cock-rod.Then she came, arching her back and. The it hit me. My pants were wet. I unzipped my pants. My underwear was full of cum. I couldn't believe I have shot my load while watching my wife get fucked. I got up and slipped away. I parked down the street and waited for him to leave. A few hours later he left and I came home. Ann was in bed. I slipped under the covers with her. I reached over and put my finger on her pussy. She grabbed my hand and pulled it away. I told her she seemed very wet and asked her if she was having a sexy dream.. I kept flashing back to our first, frenzied coupling against the wall in his apartment, how overpowering and shattering it had been, and I trembled from wanting him so badly. Still, I refused to rush it. Kneeling nude in the lush carpet, I spent a long time licking his cock up and down, sipping his warm pre-cum each time it spewed from the tip. I planned to eat his shaft just until his cock was as hard as I liked it for fucking, but I ended up giving him a full-blown head job, plowing my lips.