What book store?We had a part of another drink and talked a little; sort of deciding how the evening was going to end. I’d had my mind on getting la...id from the beginning (of the evening) so ‘who’ didn’t matter; it was that the ‘who’ had changed in what appeared to be a very pleasant way. I told her that I’d come in a cab and that, if she was interested, we could go to my place then, I’d bring her back for her car the next morning… simple plan. It was my turn to be forward and open and wanton. Not the good ones and the precious memory stuff, just the everyday stuff we stored as the kids got older and never got around to selling or taking to the tip." Not a problem," I said. "When do they need it?" As soon as possible," Jan replied. "Could you drop it off at the Church Hall tomorrow, someone is supposed to be there all day. Now can you please let me close my eyes and suffer in silence?" she pleaded.I left Jan to 'recover' or fall asleep whatever she needed to do and set up the ladder. But to keep my wife interested I went along with it. My wife was the one that didn't care to do another guy to begin with but she seemed excited when he arrived. We went up to the bedroom ,he and I got naked sitting on the bed , my wife had a teddy , garter belt and stockings looked hot as hell. We both were as hard as a rock , it put me at ease when I seen his cock was only 5" and thin. For the first time in our marriage I sat there watching my wife on her knees sucking some one else. I. She wasn’t blond, bony and plastic like so many mass produced Barbies. Although she was born in New York, her Italian heritage shown through as if she had just stepped off a ship from Milan. Her light brown eyes were a captivating contrast to her rich, long black hair that curled ever so slightly at the ends. She had full, red lips with a smile that could warm the coldest and dreariest of days. Describing her body as sexy and sensual would have been like saying a Stradivarius is a pretty good.