Hey, I know, I have the key!" To what?" The weight room," I said. "We can go in there on Saturday morning and lift. How 'bout it, buddy? You get your ...ifting, I get my Tanya-time. Besides, I already told Coach you were my catcher this year." Seriously?" he asked, his eyes alight."Seriously," I nodded."What'd he say?" Actually, he said you better start lifting," I admitted."See?" he laughed. He punched me on the arm. The right arm, fortunately.On Friday afternoon, I drove Jeanne home, shoved her. In my fantasy my wife is getting more open to try things. One evening I ask her if she is happy to fulfil one of my fantasies. She is not sure as she knows how extreme some of my fantasies are. I take a gamble and tell her that if we play a game of scrabble then if I win she is mine for an afternoon, if she wins then I would stop making requests. She agrees and after a tense game I win by 10 points, her ass is literally mine. I tell her that I will organise something for the following Saturday. All of us attended and had a great time with the social activities and dancing after.It’s funny how lovely ladies draw so much attention and jealousy from wives. Cindy and Mary Ann both took advantage of the gym with the tanning salon freebies and it showed; they danced a lot of dances with lots of different men. Jenny, Marcy and I danced more with our escorts and just an occasional dance with others. I was sure that more than one of the married guests were going to get a stern talking to. And it was all on offer. To me. Now. She lowered one side of the vest so that I could clearly see her pert, port nipple. She rubbed it with her thumb, licked her top lip, then swung away from me and pointed out a small inlet on the riverside."There! Turn in there!"She stood in the front of the dinghy, already lowering the mainsail. The boat slowed, I pulled up the centreboard and we stepped out into about fifteen inches of salt water. I pulled the boat over, and followed this horny little.