It couldonly have been a few seconds, but it seemed like a lifetime before itregistered that the woman was Missy who was actually my wonderfulhusband ...Chris."Oh, wow. That is incredible. Wine now!"Missy handed me a glass of cold white wine and I gulped at it. I couldnot tear my eyes away from this vision. "My god you look incredible. Ihave been on edge all day wondering and ..... and I did not expectthis." I take it that you approve. You have a choice. Knickers off up on theworktop or go. She cried on my shoulder as though her heart were breaking. I cuddled her and stroked her hair for what seemed a long time. Finally, she regained her control. She looked up at me. “Thanks, Mike. I’m sorry to cast a pall over such a lovely evening.” “Shannon, in your shoes I’m sure I’d be in even worse shape.” She grinned. “But I’m not wearing shoes.” “OK, in your stockings then.” I grinned back at her, happy that she found some humour in the situation. “Let’s go back to the living room and sit. Carrie was in a frisky mood, but I begged off, stating i had a headache. I know what you are thinking, guys could care less about a headache if sex is involved. But I wasn’t lying. I did have a slight one. I sometimes get them when it is going to rain. She was very understanding and rubbed my temples for a few minutes.The real reason was, is because I wanted to save myself for this evening. I was going to try and make this a very romantic night. Cook for her. Light candles in the bathroom and. Each of them was pedaling at a rate that Erica determined, and that was displayed on a display at the front of the room, visible to everyone. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they worked away at their pedals, their naked breasts swinging from side to side. Who were these women? They were all employees at my office. Cruises, such as the one we were on now, were once-in-a-month affairs. Each time, my personnel department would select ten women for powering the boat, and they had strict.