This time it was fairly obvious that they had both removed their bras as both were wearing slinky numbers that showed off both their curves and nipple.... In fact they were not showing any panty lines so they had also removed their knickers. I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was my wife of 37 years with just a film of material covering up her nakedness with a couple we had just met. We ended up in the shop for a further four dresses, and left with a couple of purchases each. Rob suggested we grab. A boyfriend with his own apartment is quite a different matter!It had to be faced, however. The Monday after Thanksgiving, the same day I was moving into the apartment, Jeana told me that she would be able to come over to the house for dinner the following weekend. This was after my offer to her to bring her over at Thanksgiving, which she couldn’t attend. I ducked it by saying I would have to check with my mother, and then ducked it again later in the week, by saying we had guests coming in. We kissed again, even more eager, and we bit down and nibbled on each other’s lips. It was my turn now, and she pulled my tank top off me with almost frantic motions. More drops fell on us and sizzled on our heated skin. I helped her get my jeans off, and we both almost ripped our panties in our frenzied need to uncover each other. It was like the heavens had waited for this moment. A deep rumble shook the world around us, and the clouds opened their gates and let torrents of water splash down. Somewhere not too easy to find or access would have been nice. What I had to settle for was an old two story thirty unit motel on the edge of town. It was old enough so as not to be on any of the reservation services list. The weekly rate wasn't too awful, so I took it for a week. I was pretty sure the "Few" would be at least that long.The motel had fallen to one of those 'english barely spoken here' type motels. Since I wasn't hiding, but also didn't want to be too easy to find, it seemed.