So I went back to the bar and had another drink, feeling excited about thinking of what they were doing with her there inside.As time was passing, I n...ticed several black men were entering the room and none of them were leaving. I approached the bartender and told him I was going in, just to check on my wife and he stepped aside, smiling…Then I opened the door and saw my gorgeous wife was spread wide onto a wooden table, being fucked by Willy, while Sammy was sitting on her face and rubbing a. Traci must be up, but she'd gone to the dance at the middle school and hadn't gotten home until midnight.I figured I'd go in and say hi to her before I grabbed a shower."Mom! What are you doing here?" I live here, if that's okay with you." It's just... Are you sick? You should be at work." I'm fine, thank you. And I figured that if you got the day off, I should too."Mom playing hooky?"Uh, okay." And what would you like for breakfast? Your usual omelette with everything?" Sure. I'm gonna grab a. I'm washed with alternating waves of fear and relief. 'You've fucked this royal Dave. You are just another asshole.' I tell myself.Mr. Johnson says, 'She likes girls. Three way!' Yeah I'm a fuckin' horny asshole. My inner Feminist angels are clubbing Mr. Johnson, screaming... 'Molly is so vulnerable, don't you dare hurt her. Find her a job. Get her out of here.'On the other hand, her interest in women is a relief. Maybe she won't cling to me as the new boyfriend. 'Gotta find her a good woman.'. His hand slid through my disheveled hair and I opened my eyes as I felt his lips land softly upon mine. I closed them again as we shared a long gentle kiss; my trembling hands upon his hips as we kissed like lovers do.“Thank you,” I whispered as our mouths parted.“You’re welcome,” he replied. I didn’t have to open my eyes to see the smile on his lips.I returned the grin, my fingernails scratching at his hips; “So… anything I said… and anything I meant!” I opened my eyes and stared into his.