As I approached our bedroom,I could hear the unmistakeable sounds of my wife moaning,and also the sound of flesh slapping flesh,my heart was going lik... a jackhammer as I peered through the not fully closed door.What I saw was so erotic,she was riding someone,i couldn't see his face,but I could clearly see a very large cock goin in and out of her pussy she would lift slowly up then all the way down again so you couldn't see all of it,but when she was at the top of her ascent there were a good 8. I told him where to go and he parked under the overpass for the freeway. It was dark there and there was no street light. I made some small talk and played with him as he pushed his seat back from the steering wheel. I opened his zipper and released his semi-hard cock and played with him a little more and then I leaned down and put my hand holding the rubber over the head of his cock and then pushing it down I let him into my mouth.He was getting real hard now and he softly moaned as I was. But her older children too were doing remarkably well. She was proud of the thoughtful, independent people they were becoming. Each one would make any mother proud, but together the three of them were a remarkable accomplishment. She had been a single parent long before the acrimonious divorce that had ended her fourteen year marriage to their father, the preacher, who felt his prayers more important than his obligations to his wife and children and his sometimes over-powering depression most. If I went up there now I would be somewhat calm, but she would be crying and possibly hysterical. I heard the shower start to run and decided I would give her time to clean up. I would go up fifteen minutes after the shower stopped.She was sitting on the bed in a robe when I went into the room. There were no chairs so I sat down on the floor and leaned my back against the wall and waited for Paige to say something. She couldn't meet my eyes and for several minutes there was silence in the room.