He asked for ID while I fumbled with my wallet. With X's marking my hands I moved in eyeing the bar. I had been drinking and smoking weed with my frie...nds so I did not need anymore drinks to get me over my fears. I had made it over the biggest hump of walking into a gay bar as a barely legal curious boy. There is a couple of guys turned to each other rubbing legs then one man sitting by himself. He was much older, late 40s I imagine skinny with a pencil thin mustache. Honestly he reminded me of. He looked Les in the eye as if to say, ‘Yes, your wife was giving my cock some attention.’ Lindsay brushed down the hem of her skirt, before looking up at him. She had a sheepish, ‘I’ve been caught’ look on her face. Les didn’t need it spelling out that they had been kissing and petting. Clive was a red blooded male; he was black as well. His hands would have been all over her body. Clearly he had been fondling her breasts and his hand had been up her skirt; no doubt the encounter with her. He told me that there was no way he could come right out and ask his best friend if he could have sex with his wife. I showed him our computer and he typed an e-mail to my husband at work. The note was short, "Do you really want this to happen with me and your wife?" and he hit the send button. I knew Jim should be returning to his desk soon, so we waited. While we waited, Bob admitted that he had always been attracted to me but had been afraid to try anything. I didn't have the heart to tell. You liberated me from her.”“No, I didn’t,” I protested.“Yes, you did,” she insisted, firmly, “she wasn’t used to anyone standing up to her, particularly me, and what you said and did gave me the courage to do it. Now, less than six months later, I’m independent, I have control of my own life and my own body, and I’m going off to spend Christmas and the new year with my Dad and his new family. My Dad who that so-called mother kept me away from. You did that for me, and I’ll always be.