The Pretty girl next door look where she could blend in a crowd. A casual plain dresser that hid her figure.We had just started dating and unknown to ...e at the time she was more sexually experienced. I was being nice and taking it slow when on our 2nd or 3rd date, we ended up on the couch in the dark starting to make out and beginning to have the first clothes come off. In the dim light of the TV, I slipped her bra off and eased her shirt up over her head. That was my first look at those. ..and aching to see if my companion was attending the opera that night. For the last two months, I and my wife had seats D2 and D3...and seated next to us were another couple. She was simply the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her beauty was amplified by my own dying marriage. My wife and I already had the divorce papers filed. Perhaps I was k**ding myself, but the woman seated next to us seemed to pay extra attention to me...and it was clear that her companion was bored and not. Tonight they planned on taking things to the next lever, and give him, one hell of a sexy night to remember.Mike showed up right on schedule to take the two out to dinner to celebrate their birthday. Tracey answered the door, and yelled for Casey to hurry as they wanted to get to the restaurant before the big crowd did. Mike almost passed out when he saw what the two were wearing. Tracey had jeans on, and a sequence blouse, both hugged her curves, and made more than his mouth drool. However. Sounds like a Grisham novel, doesn't it?"I smiled and nodded, letting her know it was okay. I knew what it was like to be betrayed. It was encouraging to see that David Ryan had landed on his feet. I did wonder how he met an Irish widow, although I'd heard Chicago had more Irish than Ireland. That train of thought brought me back to Cecilia. Maybe a younger foreign wife was what I needed. Now where did that amusing but pleasurable thought come from? I had met her once, well most likely saved.