“Would you like to watch my man blow your man while I watch? And I could lick your cunt at the same time. My man is very good at blow jobs, especial...ly on a cock the size of your man,” she tells me as she tongue kisses me and I eagerly respond.“How about you Charles would you like that? He is very good at edging, he can tease and pleasure like no other,” Jan teases as she strokes his engorged cock.A few minutes later we had a small audience watching as Charles and I sit side by side on a bench. “And now, boys, it’s show time,” she said as she let her robe fall to the ground. The men carried her over to within inches of me and positioned her on her hands and knees with her ass pointing straight up in the air, “I planned the party, Tim, so you’d get a good show,” my wife said. I couldn’t believe how terribly aroused I got watching as one by one the six men paraded by, pausing just long enough to stick their dicks inside my wife and shoot a load. 'Why do you shave?' asked one sweaty fat guy, the manner in which he asked leaving no doubt about his fascination for my crotch, 'Because it makes it look ten years younger', I replied, emboldened by the warm feeling swilling around my belly, the whiskey was loosening my tongue, and my inhibitions, by equal measures.I enjoyed this part, getting to know the pervs, strutting my stuff, being as dirty as my photos, now in their cameras, which they guarded as living proof of my existence. I always. ’ she said, apparently with total sincerity. She then stripped the bed brought out new sheets, made the bed and slipped her robe back on. I decided to ask her some questions. She told me that she had been a slave for over thirty years having been enslaved at age 19. She had born three children by three different men two of whom were citizens. One of her sons had gotten in trouble with the law and had lot his citizenship. Her current position with the rooming house was her latest and she liked.