Some of Karen's work colleagues drank at my local pub and we, well I often chatted with them; Karen wasn't really the local pub type, if you know what...I mean?Anyway, so there you have it -- the big question that was -- who the fuck was the geezer and from where had my loving wife come to know him so well? And even more importantly, why in heavens name did she not want me to know that they did know each other?These I can assure you are very serious questions for any married man to know the. I was mentally prepared to stay a long time with the hope she would show up.I waved to get her attention."Sorry," she said as she sat down. "I didn't expect traffic to be so bad." It's Friday," I said."I'm never out on Friday." Never?" I questioned."Not never but not very much. Sometimes I go out with friends." On a date?" I asked."No," she said. "I don't have time for a boyfriend. Besides all the boys are jerks."I'm not a jerk. At least I didn't think I was. Maybe she'd have time for me? Yeah,. Bring me to my car. The next time I flirt I hope you take the bait."She had me so drained I could barely feel my legs as I drove across the lot to her car. I couldn't think of what I wanted to say when she beat me to final words."You have a nice dick. I hope you know how to use it as well as I do." She said with that cute teasing smile and she got out of the car and walked to hers.It was barely after 1p.m. and I hadn't written a word, but I bought my dinner and had the best blowjob in my. She twisted towards me and we slid back until I was lying beneath her on the couch her body pressed to mine. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues met and I held her tight against me. We broke apart and I pulled at her dress pushing it up, she raised her arms as I pulled it off her and threw it onto the floor. We kissed again as my arms went round her, my fingers fighting to unfasten her bra. The catch opened and I pulled her bra down her arms, she sat up and I gazed with wonder at her.