I told her my wife was away to visit her mother, so I had decided to have a drink and relax a bit. After she heard the word 'wife', I noticed her face... looked disappointed.I told her I didn't mean to offend her. I just thought to give her a drink because I wanted to and because she was so stunning. I told her I was not giving her sexual advances because I was no longer capable of having sex or giving pleasure after my operation. With this information, she got sad for me and asked me what I would. She was beginning to be more seductive when she started saying how much she liked giving him head too. What she had fantasized him doing with his big cock and now that she was on the pill she wanted his cum inside her. She was telling him that I didn’t mind and he would watch if you were okay with that or even join in making it a three some. She seemed to be getting worked up from what he was saying as she started rubbing at her breasts. I was also getting worked up as well and started. I finally got the chance to see her entire body. Those jugs of her resting high on her chest and jiggling as she lay down, eyes still wide open. Her softly rounding belly, curving down to that pussy I planned to use very shortly.I took my hand and ran it over her tits once again, before slapping it, seeing the beginnings of my handprint form as she jumped from surprise and pain. I laughed, taking a small bit of sadistic pleasure from her response, before I moved my hand to her other one to. I went to bed, as usual in a drunken stupor, but then suddenly I was wide-awake and sober.I sat up and across the room sitting in the armchair next to the window was a stunning looking woman."W-who are you," I stuttered, she just smiled at me.There was something about her; she was no ordinary woman, she shone with some inner radiance. My first thoughts were that I had reached that stage when you start to see things, pink elephants that sort of thing, I almost giggled."Hi Chris," she said in a.