Again, as she does so often, my beautiful wife seized the moment. During a lull in conversation, caused by the fact that Gretchen had leaned over and ...tarted kissing Sam, a full on the mouth tongue down his throat hand on his inner thigh, way up on his inner thigh kiss, with the rest of the guys looking on, their mouths open and their pants becoming quite tight in the crotch department, and me looking on, slightly smiling and fully knowing that she just got their attention and cleared up any. The first time, of course, he’d thought he was in love; the miller near the estate where he’d lived briefly in Markham had a beautiful, blonde, curvy daughter, and she’d held a teenaged Nathaniel spellbound from the first time he’d laid eyes on her. He’d given her presents, courted her favour, and one day found himself fumbling around in the dim light of an unused storage shed; she’d been gone as soon as he’d finished, and had never spoken to him again. He’d been heartbroken – for a week, until. ‘Hi Baby,’ she whispered. He cupped her breast with his hand and twisted the nipple between his finger and thumb and she moaned softly. His erection stiffened and he pressed against the small of her back. He lifted her leg and draped it over his thigh allowing him to slip in between her folds that were moist and beckoned his touch. He slid in between the moist folds with ease as if it were made for him and he took her deeper needing to feel the depth of her, the soul of her femininity, wanting. She ran her long fingers through my hair. I was under her spell almost instantly. She leaned in and kissed my ear.“I missed you…so much.”“Alex…”I couldn’t finish my sentence. I was in a trance. She had on this perfume that was overly intoxicating. Feeling her curves and hips, I realized how long it had actually been since I’d seen her. Too long.My hands were moving on their own. We didn’t talk. No words could accurately describe the sexual energy and tension in the room.“You aren’t wearing.