When she wasn't working, of course. At work, it was always conservative business suits... wool jackets and mid-length skirts... but at home... God, ho... she hated putting on airs of superiority and having to wear those damnable conservative costumes. She even hated the cutoffs and tee shirt she normally wore in the garden. What Cheryl really wanted was the freedom from society's norms that said she had to hide her body, to be able display it to anyone who wanted to see it. There's nothing wrong. When about two o'clock rolled around, her girlfriends started arriving. The only person I knew was Mary. The other three women were all strangers to me. I helped in serving the coffee and munchies, and some of the women remarked how well behaved I acted. My wife explained that they would see why I acted so well later on. They talked and talked for about an hour.Then my wife called me into the livingroom and said, "I think all of you have met Clyde by now. I told you that I would show you. ." Oh Lord, Gary, if only I could really believe that..."Suddenly, she crushed her mouth against mine, and she was moaning. We kissed for a long time, the desperation yielding slowly to tenderness. "Let's go upstairs," I mumbled between kisses.Being adults, we made sure the front door was locked, and we tidied up the empty bottles a bit, before creeping up the stairs. There was no door at the top; the upper bedroom was really just a loft overlooking the living room downstairs. Moira had to. I think we should address the personal first, don’t you?” Deirdre agreed. “If we can’t come to a meeting of the minds on a personal basis, then the business part won’t mean much, will it?” So I said, “You girls seem to think you might be pregnant. If one of you is, are you prepared to do the right thing?” Donnie asked “What’s the right thing?” I said “Marry me, of course!” I suddenly had a beautiful naked woman in each arm, crying on my shoulder. I know this is physically impossible, but my.