“Hey,” I said, at a complete loss of what else I should say. “I trust you are well? Ready for tonight?” he asked. My heart rate quickened.“Y...ah, um, tonight, er great,” I stuttered awkwardly. I heard his heart warming chuckle.“How you amuse me. I shall be expecting you at eight - you know where. Please come in something… a little more suitable for this occasion. I don’t want anything that will… get in the way.” I shivered and knew exactly what he was implying. “I understand. I’ll see you at. " Well what are you going to do with the rest of your life?" I countered. The bliss of the marijuana high was edging into paranoid, defensive territory. "Not much future in professional apathy." I," Andrea said proudly, "am going to be a poet." Bullshit," I said. "You spend a summer reading Sylvia Plath and all of a sudden you're an oppressed soul who needs to express herself through art?"Andrea pouted. "You're crushing my dreams John. Crushing them!" You two are cute," said Donna.A silence. ”“That’s good to know,” I replied as I caressed her lovely little bottom. “But it seems like all is not well between you, am I right?”“Hell no man,” Errol laughed. “I’d take Wendy any time, but it ain’t me she wants, it’s you.”My wife reached over and squeezed my upper thigh.“Listen to what he’s saying, David” she said softly, “Errol’s right and if I wasn’t with you I’d be with him like a shot, we’re still friends and I still want us to continue as lovers, but just for today I want to be with. That's when I go hunting for something that interests me. It usually doesn't take very long either. As a matter of fact,theres two very handsome guys coming my way right now. They look to be in their mid thirties, but I could be wrong, maybe older. They walked up to me with such self confidence and charm and before either of them could open their mouths to say hello, I could fell my pussy getting very wet. I wasn't sure If they had the same things in mind but I knew I couldn't wait.