"Wow you look hot, Bridget," I said."You don't look so bad yourself," she replied as I finished tucking thesheets under the mattress and turned round ...to see Bridget and anotherFrench Maid in the mirror. I was just about to ask Bridget who the otherFrench Maid was when I woke up.On the following weekend's shopping trip I found myself going shoppingwith all three of my girls. We had been to the pub for lunch and I donot recall what happened exactly that afternoon save that picked a veganoption. It took a lot longer to make them than to eat them, though we did try to savor what could not possibly be mistaken for a delicacy.We turned in after the 11:00 news. His family would be here in the morning.Graduation was no big deal to Jeff, but it was to his family so he gathered the appropriate level of enthusiasm to make them happy.I watched the way he did it and his attitude. It wasn't a task he resented. It certainly wasn't something that was expected. He did it because it gave him joy to. When I exited the booth there was a bored guy checking his phone while my big dicked partner was saying hi to another gent at the end of the hall as he exited. I walked to the other side and entered a (fully functional) booth and searched for a good gay movie (for some reason, even though there might be a half dozen booths going strong in the place with guys having sex, the gay movie selection is pretty weak here.) The guy from the end of the hall wandered by and I nodded him in. In no time. Turns out, she was having the exact same ebony fantasies, hiding it from him, ashamed, lying in order to hide her lust for black sexuality. Come to find out that his wife not only had dreams and fantasies of being a nasty slut wife, but she always would rub her slack, loose pussy to thoughts of seeing her little dicked husband dressed like a tramp with a black cock in his mouth and a black cock in his fuckhole at the same time. My job was easy. All I had to do was set it up so that they could.