So it was seven days to go. But then my husband got important work at his job, and he couldn’t make it. Although we were planning it for a weekend, ... was ready to postpone.But he was, “Honey, why don’t you have a mother-son bonding experience, and later we can go alone,” with a wink.“Yes, that’s a good idea. Maybe we can do that.”I asked my son what he wanted to do. He had a list of activities, which I didn’t look forward to doing. I wanted some me time. But he was looking forward to it. Then I. “Talk to her, I can’t say no to you, but I will still refuse to do it if she isn’t whole heartedly into it.” He nodded solemnly and I left wondering what I was getting myself into. That night I got home from work late and exhausted. When I walked in, Scott and Cindy were sitting on the couch talking. Scott jumped up when I came in the door, “She said she wanted to try it!” It took me a few seconds to remember what he was talking about. When I did figure it out I pointed to the bedroom door.. And I rob him of the opportunity to show his love and trust by accepting me. Somehow I feel confident that he will accept me for who I am. So I tell him everything. How my relationship with Mike had grown far beyond experimentation. How our experiences had left me shaken, doubtful about my sexuality, but oh so excited. About how I believe I had "loved" Mike in a way that was very close to the love I had felt also for women. About how my grief for him is so very much deeper than that for a. At that point we will find out how broad his sexual interests really are. Will he enjoy letting me suck his cock? Will he be willing to fuck me? Maybe we can turn him bi and I’ll get to fuck him. The possibilities are endless.As Thomas finished up, I left and drove to a nearby neighborhood tavern. I planned to give my wife and Thomas two hours together alone before returning home. I looked forward to hearing my wife describe what the two of them did, and then enjoying her well-fucked pussy.