About six months ago she woke up one morning and realized that she no longer loved me and just didn’t want to be with me any longer. Since then, day...by day she grew to like me less and less until it turned to almost downright hate. She could no longer live like that so the only answer was divorce. She was leaving me and this house and didn’t want any reminders of what was. She needed a clean break and wanted nothing from me except half of our meager savings and the equity in the house.I tried. We drank some beer and talked a bit. Esther started talking about the girl. She asked me if I liked slender girls in general, and soon somehow our conversation was on how I would like to have sex with the girl. I told her a line about how I would kiss the girl and whisper in her ear."Don't give me that--I know guys. I'll bet you'd like her naked on her hands and knees in the middle of the living room, waiting for you to give it to her from behind." I was definitely taken aback--I can't say it. This is what I had wanted for so long.I was slowly sliding down the car seat until I was laying flat on it and CJ was on top of me. He was sucking on one nipple and pulling on the other with a his fingers. I had one leg next to the seat back and the other on the car floor and CJ was between them on top of me and we started dry humping slowly at first and then madly, wildly. I could feel his hard penis pressing against my pussy mound. As he pressed down, I raised up against him. Oh, it felt. So we did. There were about six white wives having sex with numerous black guys. The husbands sat by a nearer bar drinking a beer, as they waited for their wives to finish their business there…Anita made a joke about how I would rather have a beer…I just gave her a smile; but reminded her that I loved to watch…At noon we went out to eat at a nice place recommended by Jamal. The black guy wanted us to meet him at night at a local club; my sweet wife told me she was in the mood for sexy.