Charles loved his wife. More than anything. And he was sure she loved him. He couldn’t help but notice, though, how her black lovers brought out a different side to her. She never danced for him like she danced for them. It had been years since she slid between his legs, kneeling on the floor, to suck his cock as he sat on the couch. What was it about those guys? And why did he like watching it so much. Perhaps even more than getting the blowjob himself?