This is the category that Andy fell into and Mike was amazed that Claire had even invited him. Andy was one of those guys that was a total adrenaline ...unkie and lived for the day. When they were teenagers and early twenties it was always Andy who orchestrated the trips, bar nights, drinking binges, and most any kind of trouble you could imagine. He was the best kind of friend a young single man could have. He was the worst kind of friend for a married man. Not surprisingly, they grew apart. "As a matter of fact, Abe, I'm not, really," she says. No smile. "How'd you know?" You always smile a lot," I say, "but not today." Well, I thank you for asking." She opens the book where her finger was and starts to read. I figure that means, "Go away." But I don't.Now I just dive in. I've got no sense at all."What's the matter?" I say. "It can't be that bad."She looks up, but she keeps her finger in the book."You really want to know?" Yeah, I do," I say. I mean it. It's a tragedy when a woman. I had decided by now to see what would happen, so did nothing to alert my wife to their presence. My wife was totally absorbed by now , oblivious to anyone else, in mid stream, dress pulled back over her shoulders, body totally exposed, wanking herself furiously. She had an obviously huge orgasm ( not so quiet on this occasion), and waded to the river bank and proceeded to lie down on the bank and rub her pussy and feel her tits in obvious rapture. I didn’t know what to think or do at first,. Barb was a great person,and probably the best secretary I have had, she was always very committedto her work. The following week Barb returned to the office, she waspretty quiet and reserved all week so when Friday came I asked if shewanted to go out for a drink after work. She appreciated the gesture andtook me up on the offer.When it came time to leave on Friday Barb popped her head into my office."Come on it's Friday and time to get going. I'll drive." So I grabbedmy coat and off we went..