When Wendy returned I asked her to dance. Once on the floor we talked about everything that she had been doing. She told me how she had a buzz after t...he drink and just let things go too far. After a long conversation she knew I was not mad and that I had really liked the Idea and was getting turned on thinking about it. Then I said it “Do you think you might want to ask Gary to go back up to the room?” Wendy just looked at me like you can’t be serious. All I could say was “ I think you really. .” Most of those weekends had started like this, with Jack stripping her once she got to his place and screwing her ragged. The rest of the time she mostly wore one of his dress shirts, mostly unbuttoned, and mostly getting fucked in every conceivable position and room. “Yes, yes, yes...”Jack lowered his face to the nipples that Helen was presenting to him, licking first one and then the other. “That’s the kind of weekend we are going to have, isn’t it?” He slipped a finger into Helen’s ass and. I told him my husband was a photographer. When I said that he looked surprised. “Jeez,” he said, “Asher, damn, I should have put two and two together. You’re Gary Asher’s wife.” My eyes must have been as big as saucers. “You know my husband?” “Yeah, the ad agency I work for hires him from time to time.. I worked with him on a couple of projects.” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. We walked back to our cars saying very little to each other. We gave. People dressed up like Eskimos, and Jack Frost nibbling at her nose... her ears, her neck, her toes and anywhere else that she would let him! Yes, Cindy loved Christmas, and believed in showing love and goodwill to all men; well, all men over the age of consent that is! Looking about in awed amazement at a myriad of lights, baubles, tinsel and Christmas figures of every kind, Cindy heard the faint sound of bells jingling, and noticed seven little chipmunks standing shoulder to shoulder in a.