I woke early this morning excited for the interview. After my shower I stood in my room looking into the mirror trying to decide wat to wear. Stating ...rom the bottom I decided I need to wear high heels as the make my legs seem longer (not that they aren’t long already) with a thin pair of black stockings to bring out the shape. Obviously I would need to wear a skirt with it, looking through them I decided on my white and pink one. A nice shirt should go well with this I thought. Finding a white. I felt like I fell for every woman I spoke to. I imagined affairs with neighbors, co-workers, the wives of my friends. It was a desire I felt ashamed of but couldn’t control. I’ve often wondered how many others have felt this way as often as I have. I love sex, I love the intimacy, the holding, the touching. It seemed like an especially cruel kick in the teeth that so much of what I desired was witheld from me, always. I slept next to a woman almost every night, a woman with whom I shared vows,. In frustration of not getting to cum again I pushed off of her saying fuck you rolling to the side of the bed sitting up and getting partly dressed-and walking to the bathroom to get ready for work while in the shower my wife walked in with a guilty smile on her face asking if Id caught it I played dumb and said what? That again you quit before I could orgasm Im really getting fed up with this bull shit she said WHAT you mean sari didn't let you cum? I said what sari who sari what are you. The host informed her that he was already there then asked if she wanted to go to his table. Amanda nodded her head yes and followed the host across the room to Skip's table. As she walked, every man in the room was ogling her. She made sure they would notice the contours of her full breasts and see a glimpse of her long sexy legs. She was getting very excited; it was as if they were undressing her with their eyes. When she came close to the table, she blinked and uttered,"Oh wow, he is so.