Yeah, my wife went "shopping" one day for about four hours. When she got back home she had a small gift bag for me, in the very bottom was the motel receipt. She had been fucking a black guy that we had recently met, he turned out to be one of her best ducks ever. The whole situation was so fucking hot, she was soaking wet when I got her pussy later that day.
The black dude has mad skills. Spending a lot of time "downtown" rocking her world means you'll be very welcome when you need to get inside. And when she needs to have her world rocked again, guess who she'll ask for? Yeah, baby, she'll beg for your services!