Helen was forty-six years old, a statuesque six-feet tall with a medium build, blonde hair and electric blue eyes. She was looking at herself in the m...rror wearing her favourite satin evening dress, which was white like a wedding dress, with straps so showing off her well-toned bare arms and shoulders, and the dress was low cut so revealing her very sexy cleavage, whilst the side split displayed her well-toned legs. Underneath her dress she was wearing white thong knickers and of course a white. As he began to talk to me, he touched my thigh with one hand and held my head with his other hand. I was in a summer type dress and didn’t think much of where his hand was. I was never told about wrong and right touches. To me this was just part of my check up. He would check my teeth with his mirror in one hand, and with his othe hand, he would rub softly on my inner thighs and would on occasion he’d pump into my undies and would rub upward pressing softly a crease into my panties that ran the. That didn't stop my husband of course, who had been drinking heavily and enjoying himself profusely in the process. I knew that showing me off, and mingling with his coworkers was important to my husband both socially and professionally, and so I put on my best fake smile and nodded along with the various lawyer stories, feigning interest, dismay and shock where appropriate. Unfortunately for me he was not with an interesting trail firm; no, his workplace stories involved the more nuanced and. Whenwe arrived, we hurried and changed into comfortable but sexyeveningwear. She had planned dinner and for once she was serving me.Things couldn't be going much better. The wine that she served wasexcellent and I drank more than usual. By the time that dinner wasover I was quite tipsy. We sat in the living room and talked for along time. I wanted to get to the bedroom, but Stephanie had otherideas. When I looked her in the eyes, there was a new and different lookabout her. I started to say.