An airport bar might have done nicely, if there were a way to seal the deal, so I settled on a pool hall. Guys go there to relax, not to meet women. H...w many single women have you ever met at a pool hall?I dressed casually: jeans and a nice blouse. No reason to attract too much undue attention. When I got to the pool hall, I ordered myself a bourbon sour and sat at the bar. As I sipped my drink, I looked over the pickings: two frat boys playing at the back table, the coed threesome on the left. ' Nor am I 'bisexual.' But I am certainly not 'gay!' I admit to admiring these very manly, and dominant men that have fucked my wife, and gotten her pregnant; and yes I do find a certain 'envy' towards their far, far bigger cocks than mine; but that is not an indication of being 'gay,' or it isn't for me. I have never 'participated', directly, physically, with the other men my wife has fucked. In all such circumstances I've been a voyeur, ONLY!I support, encourage, and photograph these various. She made her call and I could tell he wasn't happy with her."Did I cause you to get in trouble?" I asked. She smiled and made an almost obscene motion to the phone. "He'll survive. He's upset because I wasn't there to serve cocktails to some friends that I never knew were coming. He actually had to do something for himself for a change." I can see the change already," I said. We were still laughing about it as we got into my car. I backed out of the lot and followed the directions into a high. I don't think she even realizes that I won't becomecontagious until my seed sprouts. And even then, the odds of myspores taking hold would be really low...even if we do live together." Then, I hope she isn't too disappointed," I commented, reaching intothe fridge and pulling out the beer.When I handed one to Leslie, she shook her head. "No thank you. Idon't drink." Then she hesitated a moment before cautiously adding,"You might not want to drink much either." I'll be fine," I assured her.