Later, I was able to disengaged from her, and started looking for my wife, but she was not in the living room dancing. I went from room to room lookin... for her and finally ended up outside a bed room door. I placed my ear to the door and heard a feint voice saying, “That’s it baby, suck my cock.”I recognized the voice, it was my friend that I assumed was dancing with my wife. Was my wife in there sucking his cock? I had to know. I slowly cracked open the door and peered in only to see my wife. Herbody reminded me of the girl from Dr. No, UrsulaAndrews. And her ass, was well, art. Nikky was ALWAYStan and wore pinkish lipstick. She hadn’t changed much.So we sat, her drinking a Corona, I a Guinness ExtraStout (it may have been a Sam Adams). We smoked whiletalking about the lack of possible hookups and how weeach wanted something wild when she said, “I’ve got areally wild idea, and I’m game if you are.”I thought she would suggest doing something at the. She slipped on a tee shirt without a bra and then pulled on a pair of white panties proceeded by a pair of cut off denim shorts.“Maybe I will bring you back some beer, that is if you are a good boy!” she said sniggering as she left the room.I looked at the ties and there was no way I was getting free from this situation anytime soon, I guess I would just have to lay here and wait.I heard the slamming of the door and wondered just how long I would have before round two.I lay there totally. “You admitted nothing?”“Correct. I said that the DNA tests were conclusive and that Rachel is not my daughter. I do agree with you, though. Carla is convinced that I’m Rachel’s father, and that has me thoroughly confused.”“That’s what has all of us confused. You, me, Jamie, and the attorney at his firm I use for appeals. We all agree that her deposition indicated that she really believes that you’re the little girl’s father. But all the evidence weighs against it.”“Except that I slept with her.