Nancy and I both work and her job requires some travel while mine doesn't. Nancy was in New York and I was home watching the Raven's play the Bronco's...on Monday Night Football when the phone rang. I had been expecting Nancy to call so I hit the mute button on the TV and picked up the cordless. We exchanged hellos, made small talk for a minute or so and I got the feeling that something was bothering her."What's the matter sweetie?"There was a hesitation on the other end and then she said, "We. " He reached out a hand to her and cupped a breast in his strong fingers. It was as he had hoped. She was not wearing a bra under her shirt. He felt the beginnings of arousal."Did you miss your little wife, Clay?" She pulled away from him and modeled the outfit she was wearing, striking an obscene pose at the end of the demonstration, her hips pulled forward, her arms back, causing her breasts to strain for release from her blouse. Then she undulated her hips, sensually, suggestively,. The girl started sucking on his cock moaning and seemingly enjoying it. I wasn’t in the mood to finish and just closed my browser. Interracial was for some reason a turn off for me. I was weirded out for a while. first that a white girl would suck a black guy then later when - after much thought- i was forced to ask myself “Am i racist?” At this point in my life i had encountered many different races, Asians, Latino, Middle-Eastern and had made friends (and some enemies) with each race. I had. ‘Yes.’She worked the cock into my mouth a few times, then brought it back out and watched as I again eagerly attacked it with my lips and tongue. ‘That I would like to see, my little slut sucking on a real man’s cock.’I didn’t reply, instead I just kept licking the mushroom head in front of me. Her breathing had changed, and I realized she was getting turned on by the conversation and whatever thoughts it generated in her head. Foolishly, I thought that control of the situation might be.