She hated fish.However, as much as she hated fish, she loved her husband. She'd entertained passing thoughts of illicit summer affairs and hot, passio...ate sexual encounters while her husband blissfully floated his raft down the Russian River. She'd dreamed of chasing her own form of "spawning red." She sighed. It would never happen. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that deeply-tanned construction worker or that unbelievably sexy road crewman, fishing season was. Remember?”“You got that for me?” His voice was husky.“Truthfully, I got it because I loved it. I had no intention of wearing it for you, but I confess I did plan to let you see it some time or another. You had teased me, and I wanted to be able to tease you.”“Well, you’ve teased the crap out of me with it,” he sighed. “Wow. Want to know something crazy? It makes me want to dance with you.”“We can dance later,” she whispered.He held up a finger.“Be right back,” he said.He left, turning toward. ’ ‘Hardly! It wasn’t a ploy. It was the only portrait shot I had. You could have warned me.’ ‘Honestly, I didn’t have a clue what he wanted or I would have told you. He just asked to meet. And when Eric Balfor ‘asks’, you don’t say no. He doesn’t ask twice. We had one shot: today.’ ‘I think I’ve blown my shot for today.’ ‘What? Balfor’s a windfall – and I’m not talking about the cash. Just having his name on your client list is setting you up for life!’ ‘No, Mike. The girl in the portrait.. I had no idea what to expect but nevertheless was quite excited by the idea that maybe this was going to become some kind of 'Gangbang' situation with a string of studs lining up to fuck the few wives who were present and for the husbands to be taking their turn! I was soon to be appraised of what the format and the theme of the weekend was to be.First up was almost a declaration that we had to sign up to what was going to happen and make no objections. If we had any doubts about participating.