The night of the party Mike took one look at me and said, "You do know that you may get fucked in the car on the way to the party and almost certainly...will on the way home, to say nothing of what will happen when we get home." That is the effect I was working for."Mike was able, only barely, to keep his hands off of me on the drive to the party and I was grateful because I didn't want a hair out of place when I went after my quarry. We arrived 'fashionably late' and entered a room full of. My wife had called and told me she'd picked up an extra shift, knowing she had the following three days off. My son was with his aunt (my wife's sister), so Karly and I would be on our own for dinner. She said she'd call later.Karly came home about an hour later from work. We talked a bit, she got a shower, cleaned up, and we went out for dinner. Came back about an hour later, and she told me she was going to do some cleaning in her room, and asked me to come get her in a couple of hours.I went. Adam leaned over to read as Dan did, smiles spreading across both of their faces.She recognized me from online. She did a show with me once, and I remember it because it was HOT! She's going to take some naked pictures for us once she settles in to her hotel room tonight, and I'm going to send her back some of us. Get nice and hard, because she's going to come back by for a good look in a little while.The blonde did exactly that a few minutes later when she brought drinks, and her aroused grin. I'd felt too guilty to go back after that day. That night, I had been disappointed by my husband for the first time. I'd spent the next few weeks trying to get interested in him, but I felt distant, distracted. He was beginning to question my excuses, my being tired every night. I was too tired even to fake orgasms. What had I done? I found my voice, or at least my whisper. "No, I just needed a change in scenery." She hesitated. "Was Marie too much for you? She can be a little ... direct.".