’ Both men laughed at the ludicrous amount of the stakes they wagered on their nightly game of backgammon. Ian stood up. ‘Well, I think I will tu...rn in, too.’ Nigel lifted his glass to his mouth and emptied it and handed it to Bertie. ‘Yes, I suppose I should, too.’ Bertie collected the glasses and locked up the liquor cabinet. ‘Good night, all.’ — Ian was awakened by the Muezzin from the local mosque calling the faithful to Morning Prayer. He felt exhausted. He hadn’t slept well. It seemed. I hadn't seen her yet, and I was curious to see what the fuss was about.Well, hot dang, she was worth the fuss. I hadn't fucked another girl since just after college -- it's been a decade, my Lord, I'm getting old -- but even I had fantasies about this girl, pretty much as soon as I saw her.After staring at her body from a distance for a few seconds, I glanced at my husband next to me. We were strolling up to the gathered crowd, where the late afternoon block party was just underway. Paul's. She'd been married a couple of times and had sworn off men. Since I'm bi she considers me inoffensive. Di tells me it's the birthday of her friend and it'll be fun.Di is always fun. I always relax and laugh around her. So , of course I agreed. I rode a bicycle over as it was only about 12 miles. I brought a bottle of grey goose, her favorite. After putting my bike in the garage, I gave her the grey G. She told me she'd met this woman who came in for a bra fitting. Her name is Mary, and then. I made sure those eyes never went hungry. Boobs? Buns? Taut body? Killer legs, all the way up to my neck? Yes, yes, yes, and U Betcha; the best that money, surgery, and a daily workout regimen could create! I dressed to show everything off to its best advantage, too. My Bobby works hard all day, the latest wunderkind of the investment banking world, hauling down that nice six-figure income with which to pamper me. It was my mission in life to be the biggest, best trophy a man could ever hope.