She wiped a finger across the wetness and licked her finger off. I was shaking a bit as she reached down and ran a finger across the head of my cock. ... Then she knelt down in front of me and took me in both hands, lightly stroking and teasing me.I had to ask her why she was doing this, why now? She replied, “Well, why not? There’s some things I want to try that my husband won’t do and I want to get them out of my system. Besides, I think I’m going to enjoy this as much as I know you will. I. There was a break in the wet kissing noises and I was pretty sure I heard a belt clasp clinking. In less than a minute, I heard him groaning and then I could hear the sound of wet mouth on hard cock."Oh, shit, that is good," he said. After a few minutes, the sucking stopped. It sounded like they were kissing and then I heard "the zipper's on the side." I could hear clothes coming off. I was standing, naked, with my ear to the wall, trying to get everything. She suggested the bedroom so I had to. While at the gathering, my Uncles were sitting around in the backyard talking and reminiscing about Grandpa and, of course, drinking. A flask was offered to me along with some encouragement, telling me it would put hairs on my chest. I took a sip and it burned my throat as it went down. I loved it!It got late and mom came looking for me, telling we were leaving. When we got in the car, she obviously smelled the alcohol on my breath and made it crystal clear that I was not to be drinking,. Ben had known a few husbands who genuinely wanted to reach that level of ecstasy but very few wives would take that step with a male of Ben’s ethnic origin. He knew quite a few white cuckolding males who had achieved it. The child would be white and easily passed off as the offspring of the husband. However, Ben was black. His child could never be passed off as belonging to a white husband’s. Ben was therefore very excited to be on the verge of achieving his goal. Jan had told Richard what.