My wife was getting a serious banging from a man I'd never seen before. It was a minute or so, I'm not really sure, before they realized that I was th...re. Sally shrieked. Red!Without a word I turned slowly and walked out. I headed for the Scoundrel, my favorite watering hole. I needed a drink—or eight or ten.I was predictable I guess. She found me in less than two hours. She came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped. "Jesus!" I said."Sorry for startling you," she said. "Can we. But you’re obviously older, and you’re dressed for comfort, not for show. For lack of better words, you look like you’ve experienced life, like you don’t have to prove anything to anybody. I’d just like to talk to you, if you don’t mind.’ He finally released my hand, and leaned back, obviously thinking. After a bit of silence while he held an internal debate, he nodded. ‘All right. Please, join me.’ He signaled a bartender. ‘Another Shiner Bock, Sam. And an Irish coffee for Miss Kelly, minus. But that's the problem. It's almost too sexy. Wear something like that to a class, and whoever the professor is, male or female ... well, I seriously doubt they'd find it very easy to conduct a course with you sitting there dressed the way you are now."She was actually grinning, even sticking out her chest a bit more than she had been. "So you think they'd be too busy staring at my tits to actually teach a course?" I know I would be." But that's half the fun David. Making the classes even more. And he'd posted some pictures of his lady, which were a real turn-on! (She has a fantastic figure! Mmmmm)Anyway! He was marrying the lady in question, and had invited me along, which was a really nice thing to do. A couple of days beforehand, he e-mailed me, and said if I had any mates who were 'up for a good-time', to bring them along too.I was intrigued, thinking he was planning a stag-do to coincide with his wedding reception? Or the brides-maids were all hot and single?Eventually, I asked.