Kiley stood there in her shorts and a t-shirt. Nothing else. I could see her nipples poking against the shirt. And I don't know what made me do it. Bu... I didn't hesitate.I reached up, I pulled her against me, and as she opened her mouth, I think to say something, I just kissed her. I kissed her hard.She was straddling me, rocking on me, riding me a bit, and I felt my dick grow hard. It was almost instant. Until she said, "Owwwww," and I realized what was going on.She backed up, stood up, her. It was a cut-off man's undershirt, the athletic kind with straps. And it was just barely long enough to cover her bra-less breasts. Most of the time. But if she leaned just right, or stretched just right, the tight material pulled high enough for a clear view of the rounded undersides of her heavy, swaying tits. And the armholes were large enough to offer enticing glimpses of the sides of her breasts nearly to the nipples. This was not the Donna I had known. But she commanded my attention, all. So we sat, drinking and hardly saying a word to each other. I kept scanning the bar and checking my phone. No sign of Colin yet. I got another round of drinks to steady our nerves. The bar was starting to fill up. There was a group of 4 guys in a corner. They were in good spirits, laughing and downing their beers and getting a little noisy at times. I noticed they were eye balling my wife and i mentioned it to her. She was a little embarrassed to begin with but also flattered that 4 younger. I was looking forward to taking it out. Though I didn’t mind the weight and the press of it, I couldn’t move without it reminding me with a slight thrust into me. How was I meant to go through a whole night, waiting for him to touch me?“No. It’s not porn.” Thought it usually was. I closed the laptop. “I thought you were going out.” I turned to him, frowning. He’d be late at this rate.“Yeah, yeah. I am. Just Luke can’t make it—”“Oh no, that’s a shame. Are you not doing anything now?” I wasn’t.