The conversations were all friendly and a few times the comments became a little inappropriate.Now I would never make a move on her. First off, I am h...ppily married and like my job. Secondly, she is also married and appears to like her job. I was quite content with just seeing her every day, but also I am a man, so if I ever had the chance to nail her, I would not pass it up.As I sat in front my computer, looking over a spreadsheet my mind started to wander. I pictured Jasmine and I on a beach. “And a big swig too, so there’s no take-backs.”Then she did. The bottle tilted and she took a long swallow, and then a second, before returning it back to me.“You’re stuck here now, dude,” she announced.I shrugged. “Good. Now bust out another joint and meet me up here where it’s high, will you?”Alana tittered. “You’re so funny. Especially when you’re stoned.”“Damn, I swear I can almost touch the stars. They look like they’re just right there, but also like they’re so far away.”“Place makes you. But somehow I tore my gaze from those engorged knots of strength to his equally impressive thews. Between those, the center of my world hung behind its curtain of simple dingy loincloth, which now I knew to be cut such that it barely could cover his incredible wares.I reached for the cloth, fingers twitching with horny anticipation, but a contemptuous snort and reproachful glance from his large brown eyes stayed my hand.His deep, big-balled, bass voice rumbled down my spine straight to my. It took enormous planning and the perfect guy to pull this all off. I had thought this day would never come. Mt wife was still very beautiful for being in her late forties. At 5’5 and 140 pounds her body still had the same curves when she was younger. She looked much young than her age and could easily pass herself off for being in her thirties. She was a great mom and had a management job. I had always been on the lookout for the perfect guy who could pull off such a feat of getting my wife in.