I believed she loved me and didn't think she'd cheat. But thenagain, we were still new, and it wasn't like we'd agreed that we'd beexclusive. Could ... really expect that nothing would happen? After all,she was at a conference with a bunch of oilmen. And she was beautifuland extremely desirable.I kept looking at the clock. It read 1 a.m. I'd been in bed threehours without being able to sleep. It was stupid, but I decided to callher again. I'd say I was just calling to say goodnight. It. I took my time, slowly making my way towards the edge of the kitchen, when I heard my wife say," MMMMMMM OH my god!" When I finally made it to the edge of the kitchen, I focused my eyes and saw them over by the stove. My wife was on her knees, jacking her son off, saying," I cant believe Im doing this." Few minutes later,her son was groaning, as I saw her head begin to move, back and forth. From the sounds of her slurping, and him moaning, she was sucking him pretty good. " Oh yea!! mmm thats. She went to the bedroom to change. She came out in a sweat shirt and sweat pants. We met on the couch. I had a Diet Coke for her and lemonade for me waiting. She sat next to me and I put my arm around her keeping her tight to me. She snuggled in with a smile. She saw her soft drink. "How many of these did you get?" Five or six cases." I guess you want me to stay to drink them up." She chuckled."I plan to keep a never-ending supply. You're stuck." I like sticking to you." She grinned and I. There were times that she looked directly at my knees after – the knees of my slacks or stockings. She knew that, sometime during our little ‘meeting’, I’d either be bent over his desk getting fucked good or, kneeling to suck his thick black cock. On several occasions, the evidence of a blow-job would be dripped on my blouse; a few other times there was a blob of cum left in my hair that I missed. I came to dread the visits, from the one black guy, to my little office. The paper or letter.