As I went to meet her in the driveway, Ana was bent over gathering her luggage from the trunk when I saw how swollen and red her pussy was. She turned...round and walked with slow steps.As we got inside the house, my sweet wife started telling me how her weekend had transpired.It started as her boss, Leon, a huge dominant black man, had requested her to be white whore he would train to teach his two nephews how to treat and control a submissive white slut. Those young black guys had not been with. My cock was rock solid but my denims came in handy.My mom was carefully observing my behavior standing in one part of the street and was generally aloof from the crowd. She called me inside and asked me to clean up. By the time I was done, my wife had dressed up for a girls meet up a couple of blocks away and had left. My mom was in the other bathroom. She called me in and said ‘You had fun today, didn't you?’. I could only manage a smile and tried to deflect, ‘Yeah. It was nice meeting with. ." she barely audibly got out."Please, Trish. I told you; call me Steve. We don't need to be tooformal around here." Sorry, miste- Steve..."She knew everyone knew who she was and what she had done, and sheseemed to be in constant shame of it. She wasn't under any obligationto stay in the job, so I had a theory that she was, like the rest ofus, wanting to have a connection to others who had gone through theexperience she had and to be able to share in it."Don't worry about it. And don't be shy. " How do you know she will want to?" Even as down as she was, she couldn't stop drooling when she looked at you," she teased."I'll let you decide what's the best way," he yielded. "Uh, Troy won't be happy if you participate."She let out a long sigh. "The problem with Troy is that he's ready to look for a wife, but I've barely started having fun. It's a problem of expectations." So, what is your official status with him?" I've told him he is just one of the guys I'm dating. He doesn't need to.