He reached her, and asked if he could refresh her drink. As he walked away, she could not help but notice the way his tuxedo fit every muscle of his c...iseled body. His back was a perfect V-shape as it descended into his hips. She noticed he walked with a bit of a swagger as if he were used to be watched by women. He returned with her drink, and leaning in close he asked her name. “Clarissa,” she replied. He said, “I am Steven.” He then leaned even closer and said to her, “I have never seen such. As brilliant as I am, that always comes easy. Not this time. You know how you can tell when somebody's trying to act Smart, or how they talk to you with larger words that might not be in your vocabulary, sort of trying to establish themselves as more intelligent than you are. This girl was the complete opposite. I could tell she was trying so hard, to dial it back a little, struggling to have a conversation with this moron who sat down beside her. She was friendly, and smiling, and doing her. I took a long time in the bathroom to see if anything would happen with my wife and these horny guys...I was getting horny real fast thinking what might be happening.When I came out, Ana was still chatting with them at the bar.I ordered a beer and sat down a few yards away.After ten minutes, my sensual wife swayed her nice hips over me and said these three guys were flirting with her. She loved it…I said then that I was having a beer and would not leave yet. My wife wanted to go home. But I. Her smile was a delight, and her eyes glittered with happiness. And need.She wasn't the only one. As his hands reached for hers, he knew the two of them would never make it inside.She pulled him close, her back against the cool stone wall, her arms around his waist, her hands flat against the small of his back. Her head was tipped back, her eyes deep and desperate.He looked down at her, feeling her lips on his, her breasts pressing against his shirt, her hands on his back, and his hands moved.