I explained to her how it felt screwing a black man and having my husband participate. This is what she didn't understand, how could my husband allow ...e to screw other men.After spending much time explaining to Maria, how much white, husbands' are aroused about the thought of their wife screwing another man, a black man. She became much more curious and I could tell that she really wanted to give it a try.We arranged for my husband and me to meet with her husband and had a long talk one evening. The time flew by quickly and she was feverishly moving about the kitchen, mashing potatoes and using the chicken drippings to make gravy. It was a meal her mom would make, some good home cooking and it always made her remember her parents when she made it. Would it be the same for her kids some day? Would they make this meal and know that it was a chicken recipe passed down from their grandmother?The meal was ready and she looked at the clock, everything was ready in time for his return. The. Instead, he just stared into her eyes, and firmly pressed his lips on hers. It was a sweet sensual peck for a moment. They parted their mouths, looked into each other’s eyes as if to be sure this is what they both wanted. Then without a word, they continued the kiss; this time it was deep and passionate. He took his time to nibble, lick and suck on her bottom lip slowly, to get a good taste of her soft moist flesh. Then gently he intruded his tongue into her mouth, naughtily brushed on her. He started realizing that she was enraged and justifiably so. “Ok, I will let you go now,” His voice simmered. “But we need to talk during the lunch break. I can explain everything to you. I mean everything.”Sujitha’s eyes were getting wet again and she wanted to rush into the conference hall without revealing her weakness to her erstwhile lover. She meekly nodded in acceptance and went past Sreedhar who kept standing there for a while.Both of them couldn’t concentrate on the proceedings any.