I don't knock 'em. Great to talk to--have dinnerwith--see a show. But you don't have to let 'em take any liberties.That's when they get possessive and... bossy. Keep 'em at arm's length andyou get them at your mercy. But when you feel that old crotch-fevercoming on you and need something up inside there to scratch it where ititches,--that's where faithful old ever-ready Bozo steps up and fillsthe bill for mama."All of a sudden with a shuddering jolt I realized that this whole thingwas serious. I'd. Not so bad for a good housewife… Next up was Anita. My sensual wife walked out onto the stage bouncing to the beat of the music. She unbuttoned her shirt to where her large nice boobs were just about hanging out. She took off her tight skirt throwing it behind her. The white blouse barely covered her exposed bald pussy; since I still had in my pocket her soaking wet red thong…All black men went crazy right there. Then Ana moved up to the dance pole and played like she was running her mouth up. Then once we get in the room I see it is a monitor bank of the security cameras in the park. And yes, there is one pointed in the direction of the couple. But now they are on the grass near the water and she is sucking his cock. The cameras are Pan Tilt and zoom cameras so he can zero in on the action. He does and he tells me to drop my pants like I did in the woods. I do, but still very unsure about this. I am having a hard time getting hard now. There is a little fear because of what is about. We are celebrating our moving in with a few drinks and a BBQ. When I say a few drinks, we have in fact been imbibing since the early afternoon and are both in what could be termed ‘high spirits’. As I stand in front of the BBQ, turning the steaks over the low gas flame, my wife, who is prone to get a little frisky when drinking, leaves her glass of red on the table, gets up from her chair and moves behind me. “How’s it going?” she asks, putting her arms around my waist, nestling up to my back..