Mom was a bit nervous throughout dinner, but I had repeatedly assured her that everything would turn out just fine, and to try and relax ... enjoy her...elf in the meantime. Since we were eating outdoors, and with the hot-tub next on the agenda, I had chosen to wear a skimpy white bikini that barely contained even my medium sized breasts. I figured by putting them on display, Steven would no doubt take whatever opportunities he could manage to look at my tits, though I had also convinced mom into. I couldn't accept that. I liked her better free than simply another part of me.And so I let her go. Once and for all I let her go. I drove down a busy strip of our city on that Saturday night, all by myself, crying my eyes out once again, but finally resolved. Finally sure about what I was supposed to do, what I had to do.And then the dog turned around and chased his tail again—I changed my mind again. I loved her so deeply, so strongly, so completely, I couldn't bear the thought of not having. "I'm a bit shell shocked at the moment, Steve," I said, justifying my rude manner.I didn't get a wink of sleep during the night. The film in my head kept re-running the same clip of two people having strenuous sex.Two people who I had loved and trusted.Two people who had shat on me.Next morning I sought out Steve and made my apology for my abruptness of the previous day, and told him my marriage was over and why. His face was impassive as he listened to my story. "I'd kill both of the bastards,. I had the signal to go ahead. So, I directly asked her if I could kiss her.She was flushed and nodded with her eyes. Next thing, I know my lips were over her lips and my hands on her waist. It started off as a soft kiss but turned into a passionate one very quick. I grabbed her ass and pulled her on my lap.I hugged her tightly so the boobs were pressed against my chest. Our breaths were getting heavier and we were kind of biting each other lips off. Our tongues were wrestling and saliva was.