She was about an inch taller than I was at five feet eleven inches, and from what I remember from what she told me one night at work seven years ago, ...weighed one hundred seventy five pounds, and she didn’t look like she weighed any more or less. But here’s the thing: she didn’t look like she had an ounce of fat on her, she was a workout freak, working out on her home gym four nights a week after work. She was a year younger than I was. The first thing most men would remember if they saw her. Jerry was now naked and got out a couple of wine glasses from his bag. He popped the cork asking if I would like a drink of wine, I replied sure.Jerry was a classic Irishman with pale skin and bright red short hair on his body. A nice firm ass for a man near fifty with a slim body shapes his body was showing it all well with the back glow from the bathroom light and large mirror. He was walking over toward the bed now sporting a beautiful hard-on out of his well trimmed red pubic hair. I. First, I needed to be tested. If this guy was fucking as many women as he claimed there was a real risk of contracting some STD.Second, either way I needed to avoid sexual contact with my wife until I was able to sort out the facts of the situation. I wasn’t going to cheat so that left masturbation as my only outlet.Third, I needed to prove whether the allegations were true or false. If true I’d go one way—after my slut wife—if false I go after the big-mouthed SOB who’d started this rumor. . As she left, her boobs brushed against my arm and she gave me a big smile. Bobbi was one sharp looking gal and put together that will make many a guy do a head turn. By the time Bobbi got back to my office everyone was gone for the day. Bobbi sat down and we went over schedule options and worked out one that would work for her. Had nothing planned for the evening and casually asked her if she would care to join me for dinner. With a big smile Bobbi accepted my offer. .