.A husband who loves his wife can't let her be used like that by a black man. Impossible. And yet, not taking into account the video-clips who are 90%...acted, or fake, I can't deny that some of the amateur, homemade movies seem real life clips and most of the stories on forums and blogs can't all be false. I have to face the fact that some men do, let their wife, or encourage their wife to cuckold them. I still don't understand.Then I compare my couple to the "cuckold's" couple. Ooops. Damn ! My. She was inside, waiting. Time ceased to flow for me, but I could feel the universe spinning around my grip on the round handle. Insect dots hung about the porch light. My eyes flew out of my head and looked around 360 degrees. Darkness had surrounded the porch. Yellow street lamps lent a wicked color to the black tarmac. It could have been a dream. Because when I dream of that moment, I remember the question that changed. It didn't matter what I was. I needed to know who I was. No, I needed to. "We resumed kissing, our tongues twining together. I grabbed a handful of her small and pert breasts and squeezed. Her little nipples were rock hard against my palm. As I played with her nipples, tugging on them, pinching and rolling them between fore-finger and thumb, I was enjoying the sounds I was getting out of Meg. It was incredibly arousing to hear her reactions to my touches, and her soft moans as I played with her breasts. I kissed down her neck and chest, taking one of nipples into my. I got up and showered, then walked downstairs; no clothes of course. Nonetheless, I still couldn't believe it when I went into the kitchen and saw my mother sitting at the table, naked as a jaybird."Morning, Mom," I said.Mother smiled at me and said, "Good morning. How are you on this fine day?"I took another close look at her and I realized something. She looked happier than I'd seen her in a while. I wondered if it were the orgasm, or the thought of having someone else in charge.We sat eating.