He’s eye candy with his salt-n-pepper hair, strong chin, and green eyes. He also knows how to treat me like a lady out of bed, and a naughty slut wh...n in bed. He usually wears shorts and a t-shirt, but what most people don't know is he never wears underwear. Sandy, his wife, is taller than me, I’m five-foot-three, and she is five-eleven. Her blonde hair cascades in ringlets across her tanned shoulders. Her smile and piercing blue eyes can melt ice cubes. She is also bisexual, and can’t always. Her sheer white stockings were held up by white elasticated tops that gripped her firm thighs two or three inches from where the panties disappeared between her legs. I thought I heard a kind of strangled grunt from somewhere before realising that it had escaped my lips! Her grin widened as she took a step towards me. ‘Okay, now it’s my turn!’ she almost growled. She was no slouch at undressing men! She had my shirt off in a matter of seconds, throwing it to one side before letting her hands. I said then to stop by her parents’ home so she could share the news face-to-face. He liked those ideas and ran out, saying over his shoulder that he’d see me later at the condo. I wondered whether he remembered that it was Friday and that we’d all be going home to The Meadows for the weekend. He raced past Mel on the way out.Melanie read my mind and said, “I’ll text him about The Meadows. Julie is out there now with the kids. He’s been working so much he has no idea what day of the week it. It was a farther distance than usual, and for her it was always difficult as it was hard for her to get around, he normally would have gone with her. But had recently been laid off and had been looking for a new job that required him two be gone several days. It was during this time she decided to throw caution to the wind, and go !She had taken public transit and then a cab, the driver had said are you sure, you don't want me to wait for you!, and although she was tired and her legs a little.