Several young women were moving sensually to the beat, but Dan’s eyes were glued to his Wendy. She loved him gazing at her and making her body moves...more seductive. Her scantily clad body drew plenty of lustful looks from several men. The odd move revealed a hint of panty from the rear of her useless hemmed skirt. Her blouse was basically undone, revealing the deepest of cleavage to her admirers.A slow song began, and their bodies became one as they moved to the soft beat. His hands smoothed up. My Husband Steve would come home and eat his dinner, watch some TV, and go to bed, so he can get up at 5am for work. When he did not come home at his normal time I was pacing by the window worried about where he was. Finally, I hear the truck door shut and here comes my Steve with a case of beer and a sly little smile on his face and right behind him was his childhood friend Mike with another case. We had just moved back to where Steve grew up so I am just getting to know all his. I tried to struggle, wriggling and thrusting to try and shake thecreature off but my struggles ended as pain ripped through my chestunder the creature's hand. I screamed. Soon after his hand moved to theother side of my chest and the agonising pain was repeated. I slumpedback to the floor all the fight gone from my muscles. Now all I could dowas plead, which I did, words mixing with sobs as my situation becameboth weirder and worse.The creature's hands moved down my body slipping beneath my. After a couple of years, apparently he impressed the local University and was hired as an assistant for the university team. I came to enjoy basketball and had a secret reason for going to the games as well as being the coach's wife. I loved to look at the players in their uniforms and imagine what I could do with one of those young studs. Actually my fantasies usually were about one of the black guys being my lover. I suppose that was not proper for a nice southern raised white wife, however.