"You don't need one anyway."As I got dressed, I anticipated the evening ahead, aware of my increasing excitement. I suspected that it was not normal t...o be so sexually aroused at the prospect of my wife having sex with another man, but normal or not, that was the reality. In fact I was so excited I conjectured that even if there had been no pressing need of Ray, I would have had to invent a reason to involve him. I glanced across at Clare as she stared at the mirror and pursed her lips. She. ”“It doesn’t work that way, Bill. We’re going to be doingthe opening for you.”I don’t think he heard me. He was watching Kayla dancingby herself and she was really getting into it. Prettyeasy to do when JB is playing “Get Up Like a SexMachine.” Wow, if she ever got out of public relations,she could make a fortune as a dancer. We were both enjoying the view when she finally noticedus. She just played at first. She pulled her skirt upjust a little. . so how did get to know one another?” “He asked me out,” she disclosed. “He’s asked me out a few times and when our conversations became serious about cuckolding I thought why not. We had lunch together a few days ago and I told him about us and... well... he said that he would love to have the chance to oblige you.” “Oblige me?” Sal kissed him again and gave his bulge another squeeze. “Yes, oblige you, by fucking me and making you a cuckold.” Jack felt the jealousy hit him like a. "Hi," she says, and I can tell she's nervous.I smile, "Hi yourself." Sorry I'm late," she shrugs.I shake my head, "If twenty minutes late makes you look like that, you should always be late." And then the words are out there and I want to take them back.Until she blushes so beautifully and slows, shyly smiling and quietly saying, "Thank you. You look nice too."Oh fuck! She thinks this is a date!? I am so not ready for this!!"Uh ... where'd you get the chair?"I grin. This I can handle. "Follow.