I suggested to Jules that we go and explore the rest of the facilities and we made our way to the hammam. A hammam is the steam equivalent of a sauna.... In a sauna which uses dry heat. Jules and I undressed and proceeded to enter the hammam itself. We lay down on the therapeutic beds and cuddled body to body while letting the stem cleans our pores and our skin.Jules used the opportunity to play with my sopping cunt bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then withdrawing time and again. I was going. She looks at me. God! Did she notice it? Is she looking at it! I immediately change my sitting posture, and then look straight into her eyes again. This time our eyes meet. She takes a sip and shakes her head to put her sparkling blonde hair in order, her slender fingers take care of those remaining unruly hair. Her movement accentuates the bust-line, seductively caged by the white top that she is wearing. She quietly sits and looks at me again, a look that seems to suggest a struggle inside. We each picked one out and when I read what my wife had written, I was shocked but that soon turned to excitement, it read ‘Spend time with a really well hung black guy’ with the condition that I would be there to share the moment and for safety. Well! I did had second thoughts about arranging this but the more I thought about it, the more exciting I found it, how long had me wife had this fantasy? Anyway, it just happened that I was friendly with a black guy who went to the same gym as me, he. His hands ran up my stocking cladthighs and over my smooth bum, I flinched and groaned as he took melike a bitch.That's how he first took me; my head down in the pillow and my ass upin the air; pussy splayed and inviting. Although he took me severalmore times that night, me on my back legs around his neck; me on topand the reverse cow-girl too. Hey I had learnt just how to be a goodlittle whore by now. I knew how to please a man with my mouth, myhands, me ass, with whatever he wanted!I made him.