I put my coat on and we head out. We get there, step out of the car and Carlos says to me, wait, come here a sec. I stop and he reaches in my coat and...slides my panties down. I put my hands on his shoulder and step out of them. He throws then in the car and we go in. There were a few guys and a couple at the bar. They check us out as we go in but no one has an idea I'm not wearing anything but my coat, shoes and stockings. Then the guys start joking. Hey, can I get your coat? Let me help you. Total devotion to and from each other.We’d had a few adventures as a Stag and Vixen couple, but never apart. Always as a couple and always with prior agreement as to with whom and where. That is until May 6th of this year.I was at work that day and had totally forgotten about an appointment with our realtor who was showing our house to potential buyers. Wendy and I wanted to move closer to the city where I work, and out of our 3,000 square foot home. It was just too big for the two of us.The 45. Perhaps this allowed ourconversation to flow naturally. I found them to besmart, funny, and altogether interesting. In a shortwhile, I swear, I began to forget just how goodlooking they were. Friendly interest from both seemedto be returned my way. However, despite the“friendly” tone of our conversation, outrageousflirting and double entendres increasingly crept intotheir speech. They seemed to enjoy shocking me thisway. Several times I was left stammering to theirbemusement. I. After all, it was Gabriella that had changed her mind about moving out. (True, she had had some prompting from me but I failed to see that that had anything to do with it.) ‘Connie ought to have the room,’ I pronounced. Fran did not reply, at least not to me. ‘O Gabby,’ I heard her call in her sweetest butter-wouldn’t-melt voice. ‘Could you come to the phone a moment please?’ This was followed by the sound of approaching footsteps and Fran’s voice announcing my name. ‘James, lover,’ Gabriella.