My wife moves her hands under the top of Laura and they explore her back. Laura moans and moves her body into my wife’s. My jeans are getting really...too tight now and I get up to remove them. They look at me and smile. Laura says that it looks like I am up for it. You want to go first asks my wife and Laura nods. She pushes me back in the chair and smiles. Her hands are on my legs, moving up and down. Then she grabs my shorts and pulls them down. I lift my ass to help out. Without any. I could see it now, the young Carole Bouquet in "Cet obscur object du desire" .... "That obscure object of Desire." How appropriate. She liked the way I looked too, thank goodness. "Nicky, you're so tall! You look just like your photos!" We kissed, one on each cheek, very European. I had a limo waiting, I know it's cheesy but it gave us a chance to relax and talk and I wanted to set some rules. New York is a great city, I said, but some parts are dangerous so don't go out wandering around. " Why did you join?" I suppose I wanted to follow in the footsteps of my relatives," I said."I'm not sure if I've told you about them, but military service sort ofruns in the family with us Caldwells. My grandpa, Mom's father, was in theNavy in the closing days of World War Two. He served on a destroyer escortin the Pacific but didn't see actual combat, though, as far as I canrecall. My father was with the Army in the late 1960s in Germany, and thenthere's Uncle Rick, of course." Who's he?" You. "He hung his jacket up and slipped his shoes off, then took the two steps to take me in his arms and kiss me. His gentle hands held me tight to him. My hands in his hair. He could have taken me, there and then. I broke off the kiss, taking his hand and leading him to the study. "Tell me about your day," I asked him. I took two cut-glass tumblers from the shelf, opened the ice-bucket, freshly filled, and put two cubes in one, and half filled the other one. I took his favorite scotch and poured.