Tom released her hand and he placed his own hand on her ass. His black friends just smiled. It was evident to me that they had seen many white wives l...ad up that hill. I could see Ana’s face was pleading for me…One of his friends explained that some white couples usually found their way down to that secluded beach and Tom ended up fucking the wife…He added that his black friend would not harm my wife; but he would give her the fucking of her life. And he smiled as he said that white wives never. She hears footsteps on the front stairs and throws the door open, letting him and the entire neighborhood see her erect nipples peeking through the see through material.As he opened the screen door she pulls him in close, the heat from her skin a sharp contrast to the coldness of his clothes from the winter weather.She pushes the door closed behind him and kisses him wildly as she backs him into the door. "Gawd I've missed you" she groans pulling his shirt over his head and pushing her ample. Which I thought was odd. I went over on my own about mid afternoon the next day, dressed as she asked of me; Light summer dress with buttons up the front, no underwear, light tan hold up stockings with 4½ high heeled white court shoes, but with the ankle chain. I was not at all sure what to expect from my visit, suffice to say that I was totally taken aback by what emerged. Elaine was the name of the woman of the house and brown eyed dark brunette, maybe 3 or 4 years older than myself, but. I took a blanket to ward off some of the night chill and by starlight wandered down the path to the beach. I kept looking up at the night sky, and in doing so could feel some greater power of love infuse my body and soul.I sat just above the high tide line wrapped in the blanket. I shifted my thinking to Abby – beautiful, smart, eager, ambitious, loving, loveable Abby. I shook my head. I had done her such a disservice the past couple of years. Tears of regret formed in my eyes.She'd loved me.