Turning fantasy into reality was a dangerous game and the outcome could have been very damaging to our relationship. It then dawned on me that my wif...e’s fantasy had also become my fantasy. I enjoyed our meeting with Darren as much, if not more than my wife did. The sight of watching a stranger with a thick black cock invade my most sacred, protected space was so taboo, but excited me beyond belief.Over the next year, we met with Darren every few months with each meeting as exciting as the. ”“I DID NOT,” came from behind my bathroom door.Coming into the room, having changed into her suit was Cassie, “Hi Mom, why are you home already?”“I was tired, it was Friday and I started thinking about that pool we have that I hardly ever have a chance to get into. Richard, would you mind in I joined you and your sisters for a swim?”“No problem, Mom,” I casually remarked.“Mommy,” Cassie said, “Why don’t I help you pick out a bathing suit for you to wear?”She grabbed Mom’s hand and ushered her. “Ria, that was amazing! Thanks!” I told her. She smiled.She leaned on my shoulder and rolled her fingers on my tummy and groin. I cupped her perky breasts again. “Touch me down here, Sandeep,” Ria said, placing my hand on her pussy. I made her lie down and parted her legs. She was moist and ready. I licked her up and down from her anus to her clitoris.She softly pressed my head whenever she wanted me to lick harder and moved her pussy to meet my lips. I chewed on her clitoris and put my tongue. She doubted if Gina had the slightest idea why she suffered and what she truly felt."You look a bit pale, honey," Angique said, her black eyebrows knitting with concern.Alicia smiled shyly, squirming in her chair. Angique had dressed conservatively today. She even wore trousers under a jacket that gapped enough to show the black silk camisole underneath. She looks almost businesslike, Alicia thought. Almost, for the camisole didn't hide the unhampered quivering of her nipples — and the heels of.