She flung her arms around my neck. I heard her whisper, "If you only not my son." She said it so low that I don't think she wanted me to hear it. I to...d her if there was anything she needed, not to hesitate, and act on it. I wiped away her tears and kissed her on the forehead. It was a couple of nights later that I was in my room fast asleep. I was sleeping on my back wearing only my briefs. I guess my mom took my advice, because I woke up feeling a tickling sensation on my stomach. Opening my. I slid up and down along her slit gathering her natural moisture, then moved up to the top of her slit to her clit. As I circled her clit her hips started moving up and down. She moved out of the kiss and tilted her head back and started breathing heavy. She took her hand away from my shorts and struggled out of her shirt, then slid her pants off. I then removed my shorts. “I told you I missed this she said.” I placed my hands back on her breast and vulva, and her upper hand went back to my. I'm frozen and speechless now. I see other people looking at my wife walking with the black man on the way to his room and they know what is happening just as well as I do but I'm dumbstruck. My brain is going 1000 miles and hour in 50 different directions. What is she doing? I thought this was just playing around or a joke? I never intended for her to go have sex with a black man. The bartender brings my beer as I watch my wife get into the elevator with him. She really did it. I'm now realize. This man, whom she had seen at least three times, was the only attractive guy, on the entire airbase – all day – that did not leer at her features. He simply smiled at her and continued walking with the older gentleman, the pair strangely seeming like Mutt and Jeff from the back. ‘Really?’ Elijah was surprised intellectually despite the fact that she looked like a nude model without oversized attributes. She was slim, yet ample, with slow flaring hips and B’s to die for. ‘Really…?’ She was.