It was beginning to get late and around midnight, the crowd started to thin as people started to go to bed. Finally it was down to me, my wife, Anthon...y and a girl named Jennifer. Anthony and Jennifer were both single and had been flirting all night. We were playing music and dancing around when someone suggested another round of shots. Not wanting to be a downer, we all agreed to one more. Jennifer had been drinking pretty heavily all day. The shot must have pushed her over the edge. A few. ’ I tried not to laugh as their faces fell. They polished off their beers and headed off, thinking the rest of the night was definitely out of their budgets. ‘Touché, my little hussy,’ I said as we clinked glasses. ‘Can I afford you for another day?’ ‘Well …’ she said, feigning to ponder. ‘I suppose I could cut you a deal if you take me dancing.’ She knew I wasn’t much of a dancer. I would have chosen to jump off Navy Pier naked instead of dancing, but it was either the cocktail or that had my. After a few weeks to several months, she would completely change her attitudes to coincide with those of her current acquaintances, no matter if they paralleled mine or not. After 30 plus years of marriage, I had come to accept this and just tried to mitigate the problem as best I could. At times, it was a real struggle. I felt sure her sister and brother in law were preying on this part of her psyche.I am 6' tall and carry a little too much weight at 210 pounds, but I work out and am in really. After exchanging pleasantries and a few jars we loosened up and decided, after getting the nod from my husband to go for it. Marg and I went to the city shopping, leaving the men to have a few more drinks then meet us back at margarate’s house. Whilst out we called into a fantastic sex shop which sold all kinds of kinky things, with my nipples aching and my juices running I bought some sexy clothes which I knew would blow my old mans mind and hopefully get me the shagging of my life. On arrival.