She was the closest friend I had ever had, next to Karen. Often when people stop seeing each other, it isn’t that they fall out of love. They just f...ind someone they love even more. Sue and I had done that, had each married happily, raised families, and now were alone again. The circle of life. Here we were, holding each other and crying. “Jim, I know it sounds hollow right now, but it will get better. What you need is friends. Can I be your friend again?” I couldn’t speak. I just nodded. We sat. Don't like the sound of wife swapping... husband trading?... recreational sex... Yes, I would suggest a little recreational sex. Steve used that term. Knowing male egos, he would probably turn out to be all talk and balk at the thought of Roger and me. He didn't.After entering the room, Roger pulled back the patio's sliding doors, "Whoa what a view." Why don't you grab a beer and sit down, I'll take care of the stuff." Damn, knew there was something I always liked about you." That's it? I put. "I thought I'd shave my... my pussy." Trying to sound as casual as she could."Wow! Really?" I said before I could think, clamping my hand over my mouth as if I could have stopped the words in time. "Cool," I added for lack of anything else to say. I was getting really hard and had to adjust myself.A stream of justifications came out at high speed that went something like "I dunno, yeah. I mean, if I want to wear a bikini or... someday I might dare to go on a nude beach."We both chuckled at this. Got cleaned up, put makeup on did my hair and slipped into a new white poke-a-dots halter dress (photos posted). Also a white garter belt with thick straps. Black fishnet stockings, red panties and tan heels I drove to the truck stop and opened the door with my dress hiked up so all could see the tops of my stockings and garter straps. Did not take long when the sound of a truck air horn echoed and I looked across the paring lot. Saw an elderly man motioning me to come to him. Gladly hurried.