”I thought. Finished packing. She and I did a double check to make sure we had everything, then we hit the parking lot, breakfast being the immediat... goal. She’s looking at Chattanooga on my iPad while we drive.Out of the clear blue – “So what am I to you, Jay? Be honest.”“I’ve always been honest with you.”“Okay. You see us in bed?”“Honest?”“Yes. I wanna know.”“Says the girl who’s been in my bed two nights in a row.”“You know what I mean.”“Okay. I’m male. Being this close to you, of course I. Devika was nowhere near the bushes. I walked around the yard and didn't find her anywhere on the property. The crowd of dancers was dwindling. For the first time I could see the neighbor's car without having to stand on the garden wall to look over the crowd. I went back into the house through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen. There was a tall black youth at the sink filling a cup. He was filling it from a small glass bottle. He didn't seem to notice me until I opened the basement door.. I’m sure he must of known before, but couldn’t or wouldn’t say it. Open mouthed, tongues interwhined for extended sessions. Kissing seemed to heighten his arrousal. Although he wouldn’t admit it for some time, he later confessed that kissing gave him a sort of long mini orgasm. He felt on edge the whole time, as if one more deeper kiss could send him over the edge and make him cum. Even without being touched. What an incredible, amazing feeling and experience that must of been. I was so. He’d had none, but I was the only one in the room not freaking out at the time. To see me like this was pretty rare, and it probably amused my husband to no end. If anyone was watching us right now, they would probably wonder why my husband was so gung-ho for me to go spend time with another man, and all I will say about that right now is that my husband and I are pretty open. Spending time with members of the opposite sex does not set off our jealousy alarms at all. No… our jealousy buttons.