I wanted to be really clean for her, so I asked for an hour to get ready. I gave myself a good enema, shaved (face and cock) and showered. I put on a ...retty garter, black thigh highs, a school gurl skirt, a bustier and a white shirt. I put on my new black wig, minimal makeup, earrings and deep red lipstick. I topped it all off with my 5" patent pumps. She came up at the perfect time, just as I was admiring "Frankie" in the mirror. She came over, gave me a kiss and grabbed my ass. She then. She handed me a freshly made drink–a screwdriver with ruby red g****fruit juice, my favorite–and patted the seat of the empty barstool next to her, inviting me to sit. I realized that she must’ve been watching me for a while to know what I was drinking and wondered why I hadn’t noticed sooner. The alcohol in my system had me feeling bold and horny. My clit swelled and throbbed in waves. I crossed my legs trying to squeeze away the growing ache. The stud was feeling bold too. She traced a line. The sight of Kelly with another man, just the sounds of their pleasure, are like an ice pick taken to my soul. The husbands who take pictures of their swinging wives, or videotape them, are space aliens to me. I don't understand a man who could willingly share his wife, or even images of her. What I don't understand tends to make me angry. I'm not pleasant when I'm angry, so guys learn to leave me alone.I'm here to protect her. There's not much trouble here, but the managers know I'm good at. "I gave her a dollar. What the hell, it was only a bit after noon, and I was already more than a bit drunk? My car had a fried water pump, and I was stuck way out in the middle of nowhere until the mechanic could have a replacement pump sent there on a bus. I'd already spent an uncomfortable night at the run down motel right across the street from the bar where I now was situated.Thanks. You want me to play any special song for you?" I shook my head no to her question. I wasn't much into music..