' But you finally jump; you take the plunge, so to speak, anyway. That's how I felt. It surprised me at how easily Mara adapted to Omar's company! Onc... again, seeing the two of them together in front of me in the hotel room, smiling, chatting excitedly, a little nervously, even hesitantly (for a moment, or so, but no longer); it was undeniable that my wife, of only two years at that point, was about to "have sex" with this older African man from Zambia, who had two wives, and nine. She gripped the steering wheel and looked over at the entrance of the parking lot as she wondered where he was at. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine his body against hers. Kay opened her long over coat revealing her lack of pants then wriggled down lower in the seat and spread her legs as she thought about his gear shifter rubbing against her slit. Her hands slid down between her legs and began to massage her clit. A flash of lights and a loud rumble from two chrome stacks brought her. ‘You better make this a fucking night to remember.’ As he took to the motions once more, he realized that he had every intent to make this unforgettable for both him and this perfect woman, this perfect stranger. As he danced through the night, he forgot the person who he was and the skeletons in his closet, and fell into the person he was trying to be. ——————————————- Turning the GPS on to find the fastest way to 15th Avenue, she began the trip back home, a short trip drawn out by her. He keeps talking about how wrong it is for him to live off me, and how he wants to help, and he hates it when I keep telling him he has to study and learn instead.After dinner he was at it again, the same thing, and I let it get to me. The idea of his being nothing but a manual laborer, which is all he could possibly handle now, just sickens me. The most brilliant man I’ve ever met consigned to schlepping garbage or sweeping out office buildings for a living? I can’t stand the thought.So after.