There were times when I went to bed while she was on the phone and I would wake up in the middle of the night and still hear her talking to him. Once,...unbeknownst to my wife, I masturbated in bed while listening to her soft voice and laughs talking. It is an indication of how strong my interracial addiction was that it excited me to hear my wife talking with a black man she wanted as a lover.It was a great time. My wife Anna became so bubbly and wistful. Antwan must have been very funny because. Suddenly, with a surprise that would normally have made me jump nearly out of my skin, his tonguetip licks out and gently caresses my ear; then he nips gently at it with white, even teeth.I hear a soft sigh; then I realise that it is I who sighed.His hand has slipped from my midriff to rest on my hip, stroking gently at it, as his other hand on my shoulder turns me even more toward him.I sense what is coming, and I try to resist -- to no avail. Not only do I not manage to resist his kiss, my. My hands slid to her ass as we pulled each other closer, the friction on my erect cock felt fantastic as she squirmed at the first feel. Unfortunately the doors opened at my floor and we had to part. We walked the short distance to my room hand in hand like young lovers all my nervousness gone after our ride in the elevator. Once inside my room we were straight back in each other’s arms kissing passionately and exploring the parts of each other’s bodies we could reach. I start to pulled her. "All right little girl, you can either get picked up while having dinner at Elizabeth's Italian, or you can come with me to the Inn. I'm going, with or without you," I admitted."What do we do, if we both get lucky?" she asked."I guess we play it by ear. I will tell you this, it wouldn't be the first time I did it with another people in the room," I replied thinking back over the last few years. I definitely did not plan to tell her how it happened."Alright, let's go back and watch the news on.