She hated hers about as much as I disliked mine, and that mutual dislike seemed to animate her even more. She waved her arms wildly with every stateme...t, but odder still, she kept brushing my chest with her hand and grabbing my thigh. After about the third time, she just left it sitting there, squeezing to make her point. I glanced over to see if Dee had noticed, but she was still receiving her lessons in the game. I noticed, though, that Mark had moved himself quite close and kept brushing her. The next day we headed to San Francisco, where we stayed at a small apartment in the middle of the city.San Francisco was great. A terrific city I'd always wanted to visit, and now, here I was. And I barely got to see any of it.We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, I saw a tiny bit of Fisherman's Wharf, we had dinner at the House of NanKing – which was awesome by the way – and that's about it.And I was over the moon about it. Why? Because we spent the rest of the time in bed. Well, not just bed.. She came several times and for the first time I could remember I had more than one orgasm myself.The sex was great but I still couldn't get my head around the change in my wife. When I first saw the pictures of Charlene with those boys so many emotions ran through me; shock, disbelief, anger and a gut wrenching sense of betrayal. The woman in those pictures was so unlike the woman I'd known for almost twenty years. Charlene was the poster child for normal, demure and reserved behavior. Our sex. I am angry with my self for what happened. What we did is wrong.Me: there is nothing wrong with it mom plzMom: no way we are not doing this anymore.I left the kitchen immediately and came to watch a movie on tv. After some time she came to watch a serial. Mom tried to speak with I didn’t listen to her. I was angry and I thought to my self I have to seduce her again. Asked can at least sleep in your lap. She said ok.She was watching a serial and I was lying down on the sofa with my head on mom.