The bell rang and I got up in a hurry, hoping that I could slip out the door without him seeing me. “Wait” he said, as I stopped among a crowd... of people. “I really need to get home early tonight” I said, feeling extremely angry. Mr Fields burg stood up and walked to the door, closing it and turning back to me. “I need to talk to you” he said, looking at me with his dark blue eyes. “Okay” I said, standing up straight and waiting for him to say whatever it was that he wanted. The theater, now long gone, was a place where we would go after a nice dinner and some drinks and I could get my wife to show off and then let men get close and touch her and play with her. I can't tell you how much of a thrill that was. I remember the first time like it was yesterday. It was one of the hottest days in the summer and my wife wore a short and low cut sundress and some nice heels. We had consumed several drinks when I suggested that we check out the theater on our way home. I was. It might start in my mind but ends up as a hard-on in my pants. I would like to do something about it other than masturbate.My wife isn't like the older women I seem to read about in the stories. The ones who just can't get enough. Has a bunch of young studs take care of her. Mine is one of the mature older women who keep themselves neat, clean and still pretty modest. Because of past illnesses she doesn't have any sex drive any more. She tells me that that part of her life is over. Her life is. I can't believe how peaceful this place is."Just at that moment, four giggling kids jumped into the pool simultaneously, making that "peaceful" comment somewhat dubious. Sitting in our poolside lounge chairs beside their landing zone, we were caught in the back splash."And I've had a chance to have fun!" she said, laughing as she shook the droplets off her hair.Just then Ralph and his wife walked up, with a stranger in tow. Ralph introduced us to a potential investor in the firm's IPO, a fellow.