“And you must be Roger, I have heard lots of good things about you,” Alexis smiles as she kisses me.She leads us to dimly lit room. The only furni...ure is full length wall mirrors on all the walls and more on the ceiling. And two stools facing each other.“This is my man Alex and our friends Briony and Brian. They are both fifteen-years younger than us.” Alexis tells us as they look us over.The women are both wearing heels, dressed in identical short, tight above the knee black cocktail. After all it's my fault she did it, I've been insisting that she dress sexy ever since we got married. Things weren't all that smooth at first but in time Andrea became more relaxed about me knowing when she and Keith had sex. She would have him over while I was at work, he ran heavy equipment and on rainy days he didn't work. Later when I came home she would tell me about it. I knew if it was raining when I got up to go to work that Andrea would be well fucked when I got home. She was always. A twig snapped to my left, as I turned my head he was standing there. He scooped me into his arms and I playfully struggled to leave. "No, no my love, not before a kiss." He laughed.He pulled me close, my hand was trying to push him back as his tongue slowly pushed into my mouth. Again, the strange electric tremble centered in my breasts and crotch. My long slim fingers dropped to his waist, a moan escaped from my throat. I could feel his hand tentatively caressing the exposed skin of my. You went into Iraq (twice!) just for the hell of it, you have boots on the ground in every other country on the planet (including mine), and who knows? By the time I finish typing this, you might have troops in Syria and/or Iran!If you, my male American friends, are perceiving this as an attack or critique, YOU COULDN'T BE MORE WRONG! I like you're unfettered aggression, your barbaric v******e, your presumptive "we own the world" arrogance! All I would humbly ask of you is that you would take a.