”“OK”.I selected my fooling around outfit for the evening. Silkblouse, long wrap around skirt that showed leg when Iwalked, fairly h...igh heeled shoes. No bra, no slip, nopanties. If we were playing strip poker, I couldn’t lose toomany hands. I felt free, sexy, naked, hot. “Tom, if tonightstarts off like last week did, you may have to wait a whileif I go to the parking field with someone. Will that be OK?”His eyes told the story – it sure would! He. "He kept playing with my breasts."What does that have to do with me Michael?" Just relax ... baby ... oh you feel good ... I can make it better."I tensed. I had no doubt about that ... just his hands on me did all kinds of things, made me hot, made me wet made me want him but he was Becca's lover not mine. I tried to move away from him."Michael why are you in my bed?"He sighed."I think it's obvious I ... I came here to fuck you..."I just looked at him and damn, I couldn't believe what I'd just. The night of the party, I was in a new town and had nothing to do so I stayed home, picked up some party favors and talked/texted my wife all night. I was talking to her as she was getting ready for the party. She was going as some scary character I do not recall. Her costume was simple, just a long white shirt and makeup. Nothing more. She did wear tight white shorts underneath, her sister was surprised that I was ok with her wearing such tight white shorts. Of course I was ok with. She did not know that Gary had a problem back then, but he did. Often, he got uncontrollable hard-ons that just popped into existence whenever they felt like it.This could happen from some stimulation, or it could happen by a dirty thought that rose up in Gary’s mind. Though, it was often a combination of the two. Gary would see a bare leg, or a pair of bouncing tits, or a skimpy skirt, or something to arouse him, and he would have an instant erection. Whenever this happened he would have to.