My wife and I both agreed, however, that once we felt it was safe, I would go and wait in the lobby. This would be the first time my wife fucked anoth...r man without me in the room, not to mention the first time she would fuck for money.My wife dressed as he requested: a classic black cocktail dress, black thigh highs, and heels. We arrived at his suite on time and we had drinks and made small talk. Overall, we were pleasantly surprised with how nice and grounded this older gentleman was. After. "What the fuck?" he said."I asked you very nicely to show me your ID and give me the phone number of your boss. You copped an attitude that concerns me a lot. This is a high security apartment building, you knew that when you buzzed my gate, now you are going to stand right there until a patrol car shows up." I punched 911 on my cell phone."I'm just a cable guy, you are crazy," he demanded tensing for fight or flight."All the more reason for you to shut the fuck up and wait. If you do anything. I wandered across to it and picked up the small pile of envelopes that had dropped onto the floor. The phone bill I tossed to one side, likewise the junk mail from a credit card I was never going to apply for. A small brown envelope with the name of the buildings owners caught my eye. On opening it I discovered a brief note informing me that the building supervisor needed access to my apartment to check the electrical wiring and could I leave a key with the caretakers office.Finally I came to a. I think our ass cheeks were almost touching. Close. We were just sitting there, sweating our collective ass cheeks off, which at -25F is actually a GOOD thing, we tried NOT to give the casual manly, but not too manly glance, at each others junk. It’s just a thing, but I couldn’t help but notice that he was unclipped. The glances were not as subdued as I would had anticipated, but with me, having the length & girth advantage, (we’re talking about bl**d relatives here), I was happy to pop a 1/2.