Pulling on my pants sans underwear, I reflected that my aging wife had never been so aroused, even during our all night marathons of years past. Brie...fly I pondered the serums longevity, by quickly dispelled my doubts in favor of a wait and see posture. A quick trip to the head to comb my thinning hair and wipe my leg and we were off, hand in hand. En route I queried about her treatment. “They asked and the price was right,” she quipped enthusiastically, and planted a gentle kiss on my. She turned to me, raised her face up and gave me a big kiss on my lips. I put my arms around her, opened her mouth with my tongue and started sucking her mouth as we kissed. My hands found her tits; her nipples were hard and she was rubbing my cock, trying to open my pants. I took her blouse off, and started sucking her tits. Boy, her nipples were hard. She was moaning and rubbing my cock, and it was trying to burst through my pants. I reached down and unzipped my pants so it was free of its. As I finished the tune, she got up from her table, and walked up to the bandstand. She whispered to me “Room 308. Seven fifteen,” and she walked out of the room, towards the Ladies room. I glanced at my watch. It said six. I walked over to the bar, and requested a glass of ice water. Even when musicians are allowed to drink at these functions, I always make it a point to drink only water, or tonic. I don’t want the guests or members of the wedding party to think that I am giving them less than. They stopped occasionally to kiss passionately and Matt’s hands wandered all over his wife’s naked body. Thirty yards short of the post box Matt pulled Karen into a side street and into a shop doorway. He took the letters from his pocket and handed them to Karen and said, “Take off your coat, walk naked to the box and post them. Whatever you do, don’t run.” Without hesitation Karen shrugged off her coat, took the letters and walked quickly to the pillar-box, slipped the letters through the slot.