You two just sit in the back seat, and enjoy yourselves--at least, 'til we get to the hotel room, that is." "Are you sure you're okay with all this?" Henry asked me. "Of course I asians am," I said, "It was pretty much all my idea. Basically, I'm just tryin' to make my wife happy. She's always fantasized about fucking a black guy." "Damn it, Carl! You didn't have to tell him that," my wife chided me strongly. Then Sally turned back towards Henry and said, "And Carl here is about to become a cuckold tonight, for the first time ever. And he has always fantasized about watchin' a black guy fuck his wife." Sally finally turned back towards me and said, "So there! Now we're even." And with that, we took off for the hotel, while Henry and Sally openly petted in the back seat of the car, as I was watching them in the rear-view mirror. While they were both French-kissing, Henry was running his hand up and down Sally's stocking-covered legs and thighs. And of course, Sally wasn't wasting any time either. I noticed that she had her right hand up under Henry's shirt, and was actively feeling out and massaging his chest. And by the time that we all arrived at the La Quinta hotel parking lot, Henry's groping hand had worked its way up under the front part of Sally's dress. And at that point, even though I couldn't actually see Henry's hand anymore, it was easy for me to tell that he was busy japanese fondling Sally's pussy, up under her dress. And as Sally continued French-kissing Henry passionately, she had her thighs spread apart, and was intentionally giving him full access to her pudendum. Of course, my dick quickly became fully-erect inside my pants while I was watching my wife and Henry in the rear-view mirror as I was driving. But unlike my earlier spontaneous erection under the cocktail table at the bar, this erection was a totally appropriate one, considering the situation. And so I wouldn't have been ashamed to actually let my wife or Henry see the bulge at the front of my pants. But ironically, that didn't really matter, because upskirt not only was my crotch hidden from their view by the front seat of the car, but they weren't paying any attention to me anyway. I almost felt guilty when I finally parked the car in the hotel parking lot, and the two "love birds" in the back seat had to take a break from their romantic embraces, so that Sally could go check in at the front desk and get the room keys, while Henry and I--and our respective crotch-bulges--patiently waited outside in the car for her return, before we all made the long trek together up the noisy, metal, outdoor staircase to our second floor hotel room, where the "sex games" could finally continue. After the three of us entered the room, I turned around to secure the hotel room door with the dead bolt. And by the time I turned back around again, Sally had already managed to quickly pull her dress up over her head, and then take off her thigh-length, black fishnet stockings. Sally was now standing there, dressed only in her sexy-looking black-lace bra, and her white, cotton, little-girl-style panties (a.k.a. full-coverage women's briefs), that didn't compliment her bra at all. So her very plain-looking, white panties looked completely out-of-place. But then Sally didn't care. Because those were the only types of panties that she really liked to wear, and she had been wearing that same type of panties ever since she was a small girl. Besides, Sally later discovered that she was prone to yeast infections. And so, in her case, shiny sexy-looking panties made out of non-porous materials, like nylon and satin, were a definite no-no. And so were pantyhose. But, believe it or not, what struck me strangest about seeing my wife wearing only a bra and panties, wasn't the fact that the look of her panties didn't compliment her bra at all. Instead, it was the fact that Sally was even wearing a bra to begin with, because that was one article of clothing that--due to the small size of her breasts--she really had no need of. And so she seldom wore a bra. And I knew that the only reason why Sally had chosen to wear that black-lace bra (with those heavily-padded cups) that night at the bar was to make her breasts look much larger than they actually were. I also knew that Henry was just moments away from most likely being disappointed when Sally's bra was finally removed, and he discovered just how small her breasts really were. Meanwhile, Henry had already pulled his shirt up over his head too, so that he was now bare-chested. And he had also unbuttoned and unzipped his blue jeans, so that his underwear was now visible through the "V"-shaped opening at the front of his pants. She asked. Hmm, she was looking at lingerie. As he filled her throat and mouth with cum, she used it to wash away the shit. Ryan disappeared for a few seconds then came back. He’s running the investigation.” Laura said nothing. “Daddy, I’m glad you’re smiling. Then Capt. Corbin ordered Lt. Stuller being the only male to barricade in the ship upskirt in case the group does not manage to save the invaded drone. She moaned, her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her hard, hot nipples. Surprised, but undaunted, Megan was in pain and gasping for breath, but still ready to fight, when Rachael added, “How was that asians for vanilla and docile, you bimbo?” Chapter 27 When I was just about back to normal I put my hand on my pussy and instantly had something between a mini, japanese after-shock orgasm and an average orgasm. 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